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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jun 30, 2013 19:51:15 GMT -5
It was a quiet moment when she was not working, half a dozen soldiers sat inside a tent; sitting around a wooden table, playing cards and drinking a refreshment of ale. It was at that very moment that the "Captains Classe Moyenne Whore" stepped through the tent opening. Gray eyes flickin about, landing on each uniformed soldier and a brow of red lofted. "Do my eyes deceive me, there is drink and cards to be had" Khailyn asked in a saucy tone, dragging an empty cask up to the table and perching herself on it. Forcing the men to make room for her. Boots of black propping up on the table and she took the soldier's closest to her left's tankard of ale. A swallow taken before he could object.
The red haired woman was clad in snug leather leggings of a smoke color that where slung low on child baring hips, knee high boot hugged her shapely calves and ankles, grommeted with silver and leather lacing up the side. A matching pair of Damascus steel daggers, honed to a sharp edge and the hilt wrapped in dragon wing hide where tucked into her boots. Feet resting on the table. A peasant style blouse made of linen and dyed emerald green hung off her shoulders, revealing the golden sun kissed skin. Along with the soft feminine curve of her shoulders, the fine boning of her collar bone and a deep valley of cleavage thanks to her decollete blouse. A black leather and steel boned waist cincher pushed her cleavage a bit higher and outlined her curvy silhouette even more. Slung around her hips was a sword belt, a short sword positioned to her right so her left hand could draw it.
"Nah don't get saucy Miss, jess causa your da captain's whore. Don't mean you can bully us round" Came a disgruntled voice ad Khailyn shot him a glare. "I am no ones whore. Fancy that tongue of your's? Keep it silent, else I'll remove it for you kapeecha?" she hissed. Tossing back another swallow of that ale. "Ach, weak. Be glad when we are back at the fortress...I want real drink, not this piss you boys call ale."
A sneer from one soldier "Doubt you could hold yer licker lassie, ye be but a woman" Khailyn would be seen throwing her tankard of ale at the man who offended her. A laugh from another “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” he chuckled and checked his cards. A frown on his lips. "I hate all of you. Gods why did I end up with the half wits" she grumbled. Because Khai, the officers wanted you where they could keep eyes on you, easily dispatch you in the cover of night if needed and you couldn't destroy too many well laid plans. She sulked...
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Post by Kronos Krull on Jul 2, 2013 19:00:36 GMT -5
With a flutter of wings, Kronos landed in the middle of the men at work. He did not allow them time to move leisurely out of the way and it wasn't because he lacked manners: it was because he simply could not be bothered to wait for them. The men scattered a million directions in their haste to get out of the way of his dragon, Ignus. The great beast landed gently upon the ground and Kronos turned his spur against him, causing him to go down on one knee. Once this was accomplished, the vampire dismounted gracefully, almost sliding out of his saddle and hoping onto the ground.
He surveyed the men at hand (and the one woman among them) with a cold, non-discriminating glare. Forfich should be ashamed. This place was a dump and they could barely be called competent. What were they even doing out here?
He gave them no more of his attention, but carefully unclasped his hooded cloak and flung it behind him, up into the saddle. Unfortunately, he missed and it fell awkwardly on the ground.
"Pick it up." He growled, at a nearby young boy, who squeaked and scurried off to carefully place his cloak on its owner's dragon. Ignus merely looked at him curiously and Kronos made a mental note to hire a magician to inspire some bloodlust in the beast. He was too kind and curious towards humans to be effective.
He approached the cluster of men who had flinched the least when Ignus had landed. He waited until he came to a complete stand-still before addressing him in his authoritative rich baritone voice.
"Could any of you...lovely people direct me to the lord in charge here?" He demanded. "General Kronos Krull, official Sgaithte business."
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 2, 2013 22:26:05 GMT -5
"Look sharp, here comes "The General" an older soldier muttered under his breath, taking a swallow of the light colored ale in his tankard. The sound of the mans words made Khailyn tilt her head and look over her shoulder. Sure enough there was a man approaching and having landed on a dragon. Lips parted a moment, an interesting sight as she appraised his dress.
The laughter of the troops would die down as the dreaded vampire general approached. "Well, I'm out laddies" said the soldier that Khailyn had thrown beer on. He was trying to make an escape as not to have to deal with the man. The red head lofted a brow as the general came to a stand still.
"Could any of you...lovely people direct me to the lord in charge here?" He demanded. "General Kronos Krull, official Sgaithte business."
"Is tha..." she began only to feel one of the soldiers kick her barrel to be quiet. A withering glare "Finch, you kick this barel again and we are going to have a serious disagreement" she growled at the man. The general still not having been answered. Finch just chuckled. "Only if it ends with you in me sheets Ilyn" he grinned at her and Khailyn scowled "You son of a bi..." then she remember the stranger was there.
Suddenly she whirls her attention to Kronos."Captain Mikhail Davis is at his rest...General" said the fire cracker woman who was starting to seeth from Finch's words. A gloved hand itched, she could almost feel the weight of a dagger in her hand and feel the sensation of slipping that blade between Finch's ribs.
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Post by Kronos Krull on Jul 8, 2013 13:40:30 GMT -5
A woman with hair the color of fire spun around to answer his question…finally. Really, if this was the image that Sgaithte was providing for itself, it couldn’t be doing very well. He would have rolled his eyes in exasperation had he not been above that. He was of fine breeding and it was inappropriate for him to get visibly upset at the incompetency of mere soldiers.
All the woman had bothered to do was instruct him that the man in charge was apparently resting. He blinked. Leaders of the military didn’t rest, they didn’t take breaks. They didn’t do anything apart from take care of their men…and teach them some manners, for gods’ sake. A foreigner he might be, but they should have at least have the decency to rise and give him some sort of bow or salute. He may not be their general, but he was still a general, and they would do well to recognize that. Moreover, he had a reputation for having a short temper and non-discriminating policy when he needed to feed.
“How wonderful.” He commented, sarcastically. “How about you run along and inform him to remove himself from his sloth and get out here.” He finished his sentence forcefully, with a bit of a snarl, before his voice returned to his quiet, authoritative tone. “If he needs a little extra persuasion, you might even drop my name.”
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 10, 2013 2:10:00 GMT -5
The men around the table where perhaps the least disciplined platoon in Foirfich, with several investigations going on in their unit. Those who did raise did so in the most sloppy fashion. It made one wonder how in the world did they still have their hides. And that red head, she just sat there and smiled.
"I could, but that would take away from the fun of me watching you give him a proper tongue lashing….General" she even had rose and gave him a bow, she was infuriating.
The woman strode towards the general, a flick of her hips. "This way General, allow me to show you to the Captain's tent" One could almost hear the amusement in her voice. Women that dressed and looked like Khailyn should not be in the military...or should they?
She'd lead him towards the blue and white tent that Captain Davis was asleep in. "Sir, if I may, what is a general from Sgaithte doing here in the steppe?" The folds of the door opened as she stepped in.
"Captain…" she begins with no response. "Captain Davis" she tried again raising her voice. Nothing but an "mmmm" and a stir of his arm. Khailyn narrowed her eyes. Storming across the tent, crawling into in cot with him straddling him. Leaning down to growl agains his ear "Mikhail Davis, wake your sorry ass up, there is a general from Sgaithte" the spy mistress began.
Mikhail would have flicked his eyes open and stared at her wide eyed. Oh he was in trouble wasn't he. And she was straddling him. Oh this was going to be fun for Kronos no doubt.
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Post by Kronos Krull on Jul 19, 2013 20:56:16 GMT -5
"You may not." Kronos shot back, curtly. Sure, his answer made him look like a dick, but then, well, he was only the biggest dick ever.
With some of the most unnecessary hip-swaying he had ever seen in his life (and he had been married to now ex-wife), the redheaded whore led him into the tent of her superior. He did not bother to wait outside while she went in to rouse him or kick whatever prostitutes he might have lying around out before the ambassador from another country entered the house. Kronos did not have time for this Foirfichian lowlife to freshen up for him and he barged right in, only to see a most distasteful sight.
"If it would please yourselves to cease your incessant fornication for just a moment, I do have a proposition all the way from Sgaithte that my superiors suggest I share with...you." He wore the same expression as someone who had just stepped in a pile of dogshit.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 20, 2013 1:10:32 GMT -5
Khailyn would have rolled her eyes at the Generals ""You may not." with a comment of "Who sucked your.. she stopped and forced a smile. Control Khailyn, control before you whirled around and went a few rounds with the man. Kronos would find Khailyn straddling Davis and Davis stammering "Its not like it looks general! he tried to push the red head off him. Who would snarl and hiss "Davis, I wouldnt fuck you, if you where the last man left in Foirfich". Climbing off him to stand aside as Davis stumbled out of the bed like a bafoon in just his britches.
"Sir, what news do you bring from Sgaithe the Captain asked. Standing at attention in just his skivvies. While Khailyn stood next to him, her stance more at ease then attention. It never did for her to be tense when she had to be ready to go a moments notice when information was handed down. Her grey eyes staring that dragonlord. Waiting with baited breath.
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Post by Kronos Krull on Jul 23, 2013 16:28:22 GMT -5
"Save it, Tuts." Kronos said, curtly, deliberately not conjuring up mental pictures of her and the pot-bellied captain doing the nasty in the rickety cot in the equally rickety tent. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was heterosexual sex, or any sex, for that matter. It brought up too many painful memories.
His eyes raked over the Foirfichian captain with a look of judgmental disdain. Really, the strongest army in their world and this was the representative? This was the man he was commanded to hand the orders to? Why not invade them now, capture their hands and their people and save everyone a boatload of trouble?
"A message from the king of Sgaithte to the king of Foirfich." He said, handing the scroll with the Sgaithte king's unbroken seal to the captain, with apprehension. "His majesty would like to suggest that his majesty compensate for the loss of life and property that the people of Speirling have experienced at the hands of his giant."
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 25, 2013 10:40:38 GMT -5
The last thing Khailyn would have been doing was fornicating with that over grown, pompous, thorn in her side, captain who favored the drink too much and the cheap whores. Where they army went, the whores followed and it was disgusting to Lyn. She knew she was a world about them and above this disgraced captain but that's why she was here. To be hidden and out of sight. Hidden in plain sight. Oh how she was envisioning smothering Davis to death, then assuming command herself. One could only imagine the backlash that would cause. The spymistress of Foirfich was the last person they wanted in command with the army behind her.
Davis would reach for the scroll as it was handed over to him, the seal unbroken. Kronos brought up the giant and there was a smile. "Giant? What giant, I am afraid there's no giant about." the young captain spoke. Lyn stared straight ahead, that parchment made her antsy. What was on it she wondered for just a moment. Then Davis turned to her, handing her the scroll. "break the seal and read it" Davis would tell her as he flicked his gaze to Kronos "I believe you've met Lyn, as she is called". The red head would curl her hand around the scroll and then she finally spoke. "I will determine if this information, is worthy of his majesties time."
Strands of lava red fell over one eye as she broken the seal and stood with her back to both of the men, light gray colored eyes carefully read the scroll, checking for code words, mirror runes. Words where they should not be. Making sure the scroll was not a cipher to another. Let alone, potentially being poisoned. "How accurate, is this information you come baring, General and what do you stand to gain from it" Khailyn said, rolling the scroll back up and turning around. Oh this seemed worthy of his majesties knowledge.
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Post by Kronos Krull on Jul 26, 2013 17:23:11 GMT -5
Kronos surveyed them with a mixture of distaste and pity in his eyes. For the sake of Foirfich, he hoped that...these people were more competent on the battlefield than they were in person, but then, he hoped they weren't, for he wasn't to complain about the unfair advantage given to Sgaithte when open war broke out. War breaking out was no longer a question in his mind. War between the kingdoms would break out and it would break out soon. When that time came, he was quite content with the soldiers of Foirfich being as incompetent and sex-driven and pot-bellied as you please.
"I had the pleasure earlier." He commented, dryly, when he was introduced to the woman. "If you can call that an introduction."
The man said something about deciding whether it was worth his king's time. Kronos' eyebrows shot up. Well, wasn't this an organized little city-state? Idiots were censoring the king's letters and opening his mail. Wouldn't be long now, till Sgaithte was calling shots and making use of Foirfich's unnaturally large army.
"What do I stand to gain?" The vampire repeated, incredulously, as if he had received the question from a particularly ignorant child. "Why, fulfilling my duty to my king. Did I mention I swore an oath to him? Do you even do that sort of thing here? No, I don't suppose you do. That explains a lot, actually."
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 28, 2013 3:29:01 GMT -5
Khailyn would loft a brow of red at Kronos, a cold unfeeling smile slipped onto her lips as she peered over the edge of the letter. The letter folded neatly and tucked in between her breast. “Mistress Khailyn Ziven, spy mistress of his royal highness” she’d say with a salute. Letting it sink in to the General that he had been standing in the tent with a woman whose job it was to assess if information was valuable enough to warrant the kings attention or not. Davis winced when she spoke, he hated being reminded that his every move was under her eyes and be scrutinized. Not that it mattered now; his career was in the toilet. His fondness of drink and cohering with cheap women had caught up to him finally.
”Everyone has something to gain or lose from information General. I merely question where your loyalty lay. I should hate to think the great General Kronos Krull could be bought.” her tone was cold and unfeeling as if this was just business to her. She'd turn to Davis ”Davis, you are dismissed, get the hell out of my sight, eh. The general brought quite…intriguing information”
Davis frowned at being dismissed by the woman like he was some dog at her beck and call. The Captain wasn't sure how long he could put up with that woman, he could only hope she would be given or take a mission and get the hell out of the Steppe. If she stayed much longer, the rumor of her being his whore was not going to be believable. Whores left when they got paid, she had been here for nearly two weeks now.
Make no mistake Khailyn was no man’s whore. She'd sooner slip a knife between their ribs then allow someone to actually have that satisfaction. Sure, she was courtesan trained but a courtesan was not a common street born whore. She was a woman who was from lesser nobility generally, well educated in many subjects. She could read, write, do arithmetic, paint, sing, dance. She could hold a conversation on many topics. And her pillows talk skills where excellent. In many senses of the word she was a companion to ease the burden of an intolerable marriage or alliance. More importantly she was able to gather information. The man who could hold the heart of the spymistress must be exceptional.
Sitting on the edge of Davis’ trunk after he left, she stared at Kronos with those grey eyes. “Tell me General, how would your majesty like these problems solved, hm? I can see the value in this information.” her hands rested on her thigh. In her mind thinking Pity he has such a sour disposition, he’s just like Lucius. Who ever Lucius was, a story for another day. A secret of Khailyn’s perhaps.
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Post by Kronos Krull on Aug 3, 2013 14:42:49 GMT -5
He clenched his jaw as she questioned his loyalty. How dare she! His loyalty to his king was strong and unwavering and it was none of her business, still, he held his tongue, holding to his firm intentions of flying straight back to the Fortress of Bairinn and relay all that he had learned to the King of Sgaithte. If this was the way the so-called "warrior kingdom" was being run, then it was ripe for the taking and soon, Sgaithte would rule it. This woman was nothing more than a whore who made the rounds in every legion. She would have been nothing but that, but she had to go and have ambitions, and that made her a hardened corn husk in his shoe, and just like a hardened corn husk in his shoe, he would pluck her out and leave her to blow away by the roadside.
He turned to leave, but the slut kept at it, poking at him, teasing him, like a mouse teases a cat with his mere existence. She would do well to leave him be, for it only takes one swipe of the mighty cat's paw for the mouse to fall dead, as payment for his sins. She questioned his integrity a second time and his temper flared like the fire shot forth from a young dragon's mouth. Without warning, he spin on his heel and drew his sword in one fluid motion, cutting her swiftly across the cheek. An elegant warning that she was not to mess with him.
"Flapper-lipped bitch!" He cried, now standing perfectly still, but ready to attack at any moment.
((I went ahead and had him cut her across the cheek. I can modify my post if you want, but we should set some limits of what's acceptable GM for this thread in order to keep it interested and where the line is as far as hurting the other person's character and god modding and when we need permission from the other person to inflict injury on each other's characters.))
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jun 13, 2015 11:46:19 GMT -5
Thread moved to the new site.
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