Author: Rhyden
Title: The Kids who Tricked the Whore
Date: 2009-11-23 02:50:58
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Jet hires Xeraz, the male whore, to show himself nude to Cross. The kids explain their treachery to embarass Xeraz pantless, but ever furious, the Bynner-whore insists his sid be paid.
Title: The Kids who Tricked the Whore
Date: 2009-11-23 02:50:58
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Jet hires Xeraz, the male whore, to show himself nude to Cross. The kids explain their treachery to embarass Xeraz pantless, but ever furious, the Bynner-whore insists his sid be paid.
***
Turning his gaze sharply, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Yeh watchin'? That's extra."
Motioning to you, the dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"This is a friend of mine."
Crossing his arms, the bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man peers down at the dirty, scar-tattooed youth with a lifting brow.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (turning his gaze from ~dirty) We've met...does she...know what she's doin' here?
Turning his gaze from the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, you ask the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"We've met...does she...know what she's doin' here?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none
The dark, green-gazed youth whispers to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I'll pay you fourty since I found you the business and ten extra to watch. Fifty."
Flatly, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah'm -not- gettin' nakked in some alley so Ah can be stabbed."
The dark, green-gazed youth begins guarding the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (nodding once) Deal.
Nodding once, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Deal."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine. A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l self
Long, brown plaits of hair have been twisted tightly into ropy dreadlocks
that snake down the sides and back of this man's head. His dreaded mane has
been sun-bleached, leaving several of his braids with a frayed, russet color
while his roots remain brown. His darkly bronzed face is strong boned with
sharply angled brown brows and severe, blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.
His sturdy nose steeps to a point with umber colored bristles curving over
his lips and across his solid chin in a close-cut beard. His sinewy neck
stretches down to his wide shouldered frame. His brawny arms are ripped
with musculature, veins winding down his forearms and ending with callused
hands. His legs make up most of his height, looking to be robust like the
rest of his toned body.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man is in excellent condition.
a simple black helm
a studded hide gorget
a black sandcloth bandana
a blackened serrated bone warsword
a black crescent shield
a grey, obsidian fist-sewn patch
a studded bone bracer
a pair of shell-backed gloves
a hooded, brown military aba
a pair of light-brown pants
a pair of low-cut, brown boots
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em Turning around, @ begins to unbuckle ~belt, whistling as he begins to unroll ~pants.
Turning around, the bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man begins to unbuckle your leather swordbelt, whistling as he begins to unroll your pair of light-brown pants.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth backs away from you, looking a bit alarmed.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none sing (as his pants drop to his ankles) Dum dee dum.
As his pants drop to his ankles, you sing, in sirihish:
"Dum dee dum."
With a shake of his head, the dark, green-gazed youth asks the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You won't get stabbed, Gosh everyone is so paranoid. Am I that scary?"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"This ain't a good idea. Ah think we should go now."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none rem pants
You stop using your pair of light-brown pants.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none drop pants around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
You drop a pair of light-brown pants. Shown to the room as:
A pair of light-brown pants is here around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
With a shake of his head, the dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I understand, its educational for you Cross."
The dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Remember all those questions? This will like answer half of them."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (as ~aba flutters in the alley's breeze, showing his naked legs) Umm...
As your hooded, brown military aba flutters in the alley's breeze, showing his naked legs, you say, in sirihish:
"Umm..."
Tugging her wrist away, or trying to, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah can learn latah. -Much- latah."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (watching ~dirty with a smirk) Heh, if she's scared now, she'll be frightened when she sees my little templar.
Watching the dirty, scar-tattooed youth with a smirk, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Heh, if she's scared now, she'll be frightened when she sees my little templar."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (holding a hand out, palm up) I expect half pay if she flees.
Holding a hand out, palm up, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"I expect half pay if she flees."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine. A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A pair of light-brown pants is here around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
Releasing again, the dark, green-gazed youth asks the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Hey, cross, I thought you wanted to learn?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (placing his hands on his hips, shifting his bare legs, glancing upwards at the darkening sky with a shake of his head) Waste of my time...
Placing his hands on his hips, shifting his bare legs, glancing upwards at the darkening sky with a shake of his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Waste of my time..."
Looking releaved as her regains her wrist, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Uh. Mebbe latah. Other things ter learn fist. Ain't no rush."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none get pants (bending over)
Bending over, you pick up a pair of light-brown pants.
It is very light.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none wear pants (pulling them up)
Pulling them up, you wear your pair of light-brown pants on your legs.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l self
Long, brown plaits of hair have been twisted tightly into ropy dreadlocks
that snake down the sides and back of this man's head. His dreaded mane has
been sun-bleached, leaving several of his braids with a frayed, russet color
while his roots remain brown. His darkly bronzed face is strong boned with
sharply angled brown brows and severe, blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.
His sturdy nose steeps to a point with umber colored bristles curving over
his lips and across his solid chin in a close-cut beard. His sinewy neck
stretches down to his wide shouldered frame. His brawny arms are ripped
with musculature, veins winding down his forearms and ending with callused
hands. His legs make up most of his height, looking to be robust like the
rest of his toned body.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man is in excellent condition.
a simple black helm
a studded hide gorget
a black sandcloth bandana
a blackened serrated bone warsword
a black crescent shield
a grey, obsidian fist-sewn patch
a studded bone bracer
a pair of shell-backed gloves
a hooded, brown military aba
a pair of light-brown pants
a pair of low-cut, brown boots
As he points at you with a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth whispers something to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (leaning his shielded back to the wall, lifting a boot to rest against a few grimy bricks) Anythin' else yeh little huns wanted?
Leaning his shielded back to the wall, lifting a boot to rest against a few grimy bricks, you ask, in sirihish:
"Anythin' else yeh little huns wanted?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l in aba
In a hooded, brown military aba (used) :
a pile of allanaki coins
a chunk of yellow scented soap
a pile of coins
the heart of a fleshy green plant
a crumbling red tablet
a translucent green tablet
a small yellow tablet
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l in belt
In a leather swordbelt (used) :
a sharp bone knife
an unlit simple, leather-wrapped bone torch
a stitched, obsidian-dyed ticket
Skeptically, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth whispers something to the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth laughs in amusement as his gaze shifts to you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Uh. No. We're good."
With a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"This was actually a prank, to get yer pants down and embarass yourself. hahahaha"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (taking a step towards ~jet, holding a hand out) Where's my sid?
Taking a step towards the dark, green-gazed youth, holding a hand out, you ask, in sirihish:
"Where's my sid?"
The dark, green-gazed youth laughs heartily as he places his hands onto his knees.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em chuckles, unamusedly.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man chuckles, unamusedly.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth stands, looking uncomfortable.
The dark, green-gazed youth exclaims to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I only pay sid to an agreed apon ammount, I'm not paying you for not doing your job! Bad seducer!"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (leaping forwards with a grunt) Where's my sid!?
Leaping forwards with a grunt, you ask the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Where's my sid!?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none subdue jet
You subdue the dark, green-gazed youth, despite his attempts to struggle away.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops guarding the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none shout (giving ~jet a shake against the wall) Where's my sid!?
Giving the dark, green-gazed youth a shake against the wall, you shout in sirihish:
"Where's my sid!?"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"LEt 'im go!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles against you and breaks free.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth draws a slim bone rapier.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em lets go of ~jet, brows furrowing.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man lets go of the dark, green-gazed youth, brows furrowing.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her black-dyed bone throwing knife from her dusty dark, hooded cloak.
With a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth says, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Back off."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none rem shield
You stop using your black crescent shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth begins guarding the east exit.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none es shield
You hold your black crescent shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops using his chitin-decorated wooden shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth holds his chitin-decorated wooden shield.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (reaching a hand back to ~warsword) I'll ask yeh once more.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth brandishes her black-dyed bone throwing knife.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none Reaching a hand back to your blackened serrated bone warsword, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"I'll ask yeh once more."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none draw warsword
You unsling a blackened serrated bone warsword from your back.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l e
l w
To the east is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
West of here is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth steps back, clutching her black-dyed bone throwing knife.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (eyes narrowing tightly) Where. Is my sid?
Eyes narrowing tightly, you ask, in sirihish:
"Where. Is my sid?"
The dark, green-gazed youth whispers something to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (turning, swinging ~warsword in a curving arc at ~jet) Fine, yeh little rinth bastard.
Turning, swinging your blackened serrated bone warsword in a curving arc at the dark, green-gazed youth, you say, in sirihish:
"Fine, yeh little rinth bastard."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none kill jet
You slash the dark, green-gazed youth very hard on his head.
The dark, green-gazed youth reels from the blow.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking fighting: the dark, green-gazed youth riding: none
You slash the dark, green-gazed youth's body.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"No!"
The dark, green-gazed youth attempts to flee.
The dark, green-gazed youth runs west.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth runs west.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l w
To the west is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding heavily.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none w
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
Some broken pipes, largely obscured by a midden heap, reveal a gaping hole.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding heavily.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l w
To the west is Wall Road.
[Near]
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The pale, slender slave walks along quietly here.
The filthy little boy stands here, looking around plaintively.
You hear a woman's voice shout from the west in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Pearl!"
From the mouth of the alley, you see the dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts something.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none shout (roaring as he walks) Where's my sid?!
Roaring as he walks, you shout in sirihish:
"Where's my sid?!"
From the mouth of the alley, you see the dirty, scar-tattooed youth runs east.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth has arrived from the west.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l jet (nostrils flaring)
Nostrils flaring, you look down at the dark, green-gazed youth.
Weathered black hair, smooth and about shoulder length is worn on this
young boy's head with green and purple bone beads tied at the ends. His
bright green eyes stand out brilliantly from the contrast of his dark hair
and deeply tanned skin. His hands are worn and calloused and his elbows and
knees are full of scars. His body is hairless and skinny, bursting into
puberty by the development of cut muscles.
The dark, green-gazed youth is in moderate condition.
The dark, green-gazed youth is using:
an orange feather earring
an orange feather earring
a jade cross tattoo
a loose, off-white sandcloth robe
an airy knot of scarlet feathers
a green-dyed bone bracelet
an intricately etched bone bracelet
a slim bone rapier
a chitin-decorated wooden shield
a set of broad, painted bone bracelets
a red onyx ring
an etched obsidian band
a black belt
a small bag
a pair of black sandcloth pants
a green bandana
a pair of shiny black leather shoes
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth begins guarding the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth sheathes a slim bone rapier.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth steps between you and the dark, green-gazed youth, clutching her knife.
The dark, green-gazed youth holds his hand to his head, blood dripping down from it filling his hair.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (roaring, his chest heaving) Yeh little thieves! This is thievery! Where are my sids!
Roaring, his chest heaving, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Yeh little thieves! This is thievery! Where are my sids!"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth trembles, keeping her knife pointing at you.
127/127 121/136 103/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
Some broken pipes, largely obscured by a midden heap, reveal a gaping hole.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding lightly.
127/127 121/136 103/116 walking standing riding: none sheath warsword back
You sling a bloodied serrated bone warsword across your back.
As his eyes begin to glaze over, the dark, green-gazed youth says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You hit me Xeraz."
127/127 121/136 106/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (advancing quickly) And I'll do it again if yeh don't pay up. Nobody stiffs me!
Advancing quickly, you exclaim to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"And I'll do it again if yeh don't pay up. Nobody stiffs me!"
127/127 121/136 106/116 walking standing riding: none subdue jet
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth tries to protect the dark, green-gazed youth but fails!
[ You stop using a black crescent shield. ]
You drop a black crescent shield.
You subdue the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops guarding the east exit.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth takes a step or two back, eyes wide with fear.
127/127 117/136 109/116 walking standing riding: none say (roaring as he slams ~jet against the alley wall) Where are my sids!
Roaring as he slams the dark, green-gazed youth against the alley wall, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Where are my sids!"
127/127 117/136 115/116 walking standing riding: none get shield
You pick up a black crescent shield.
It is very light.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth exclaims to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Don't! Ah got 'em! Let 'im go!"
127/127 117/136 115/116 walking standing riding: none say (lifting a fist threateningly) Yeh don't want to fuck with me, kids. I need that sid...I...I...need sid.
Lifting a fist threateningly, you say, in sirihish:
"Yeh don't want to fuck with me, kids. I need that sid...I...I...need sid."
The dark, green-gazed youth kicks his feet at your groin to try and escape.
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
Pleading, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah got it. Let 'im go."
The red moon, Jihae, rises over the streets of Allanak.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell dirty (clutching ^jet scruff with one hand, other fist raised) Give it to me!
Clutching his scruff with one hand, other fist raised, you exclaim to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in sirihish:
"Give it to me!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth opens a dusty leather backpack.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her small leather pouch from her dusty leather backpack.
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her pile of allanaki coins from her small leather pouch.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em slams ~jet against the wall
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man slams the dark, green-gazed youth against the wall.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (eyes narrowing to slits) Quit it.
Eyes narrowing to slits, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Quit it."
The dark, green-gazed youth screams as he is crushed agaisnt the wall.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah... Ah dunno how much yer supposter get."
The dark, green-gazed youth exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Xeraz yer dead!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
tell dirty (tone calm as he holds ~jet against the wall) Twenty-five sid.
Crossly, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Shut th' fuck up."
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none Tone calm as he holds the dark, green-gazed youth against the wall, you say to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in sirihish:
"Twenty-five sid."
***
Turning his gaze sharply, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Yeh watchin'? That's extra."
Motioning to you, the dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"This is a friend of mine."
Crossing his arms, the bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man peers down at the dirty, scar-tattooed youth with a lifting brow.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (turning his gaze from ~dirty) We've met...does she...know what she's doin' here?
Turning his gaze from the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, you ask the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"We've met...does she...know what she's doin' here?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none
The dark, green-gazed youth whispers to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I'll pay you fourty since I found you the business and ten extra to watch. Fifty."
Flatly, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah'm -not- gettin' nakked in some alley so Ah can be stabbed."
The dark, green-gazed youth begins guarding the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (nodding once) Deal.
Nodding once, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Deal."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine. A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l self
Long, brown plaits of hair have been twisted tightly into ropy dreadlocks
that snake down the sides and back of this man's head. His dreaded mane has
been sun-bleached, leaving several of his braids with a frayed, russet color
while his roots remain brown. His darkly bronzed face is strong boned with
sharply angled brown brows and severe, blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.
His sturdy nose steeps to a point with umber colored bristles curving over
his lips and across his solid chin in a close-cut beard. His sinewy neck
stretches down to his wide shouldered frame. His brawny arms are ripped
with musculature, veins winding down his forearms and ending with callused
hands. His legs make up most of his height, looking to be robust like the
rest of his toned body.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man is in excellent condition.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em Turning around, @ begins to unbuckle ~belt, whistling as he begins to unroll ~pants.
Turning around, the bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man begins to unbuckle your leather swordbelt, whistling as he begins to unroll your pair of light-brown pants.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth backs away from you, looking a bit alarmed.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none sing (as his pants drop to his ankles) Dum dee dum.
As his pants drop to his ankles, you sing, in sirihish:
"Dum dee dum."
With a shake of his head, the dark, green-gazed youth asks the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You won't get stabbed, Gosh everyone is so paranoid. Am I that scary?"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"This ain't a good idea. Ah think we should go now."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none rem pants
You stop using your pair of light-brown pants.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none drop pants around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
You drop a pair of light-brown pants. Shown to the room as:
A pair of light-brown pants is here around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
With a shake of his head, the dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I understand, its educational for you Cross."
The dark, green-gazed youth says to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Remember all those questions? This will like answer half of them."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (as ~aba flutters in the alley's breeze, showing his naked legs) Umm...
As your hooded, brown military aba flutters in the alley's breeze, showing his naked legs, you say, in sirihish:
"Umm..."
Tugging her wrist away, or trying to, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah can learn latah. -Much- latah."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (watching ~dirty with a smirk) Heh, if she's scared now, she'll be frightened when she sees my little templar.
Watching the dirty, scar-tattooed youth with a smirk, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Heh, if she's scared now, she'll be frightened when she sees my little templar."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (holding a hand out, palm up) I expect half pay if she flees.
Holding a hand out, palm up, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"I expect half pay if she flees."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling buildings
made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows across the
hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with shadows, it smells of
decay and urine. A multitude of noises from the bustling outside filter
into its confines, resounding against the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A pair of light-brown pants is here around a bronzed, dreadlocked man's ankles.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
Releasing again, the dark, green-gazed youth asks the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Hey, cross, I thought you wanted to learn?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (placing his hands on his hips, shifting his bare legs, glancing upwards at the darkening sky with a shake of his head) Waste of my time...
Placing his hands on his hips, shifting his bare legs, glancing upwards at the darkening sky with a shake of his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Waste of my time..."
Looking releaved as her regains her wrist, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Uh. Mebbe latah. Other things ter learn fist. Ain't no rush."
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none get pants (bending over)
Bending over, you pick up a pair of light-brown pants.
It is very light.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none wear pants (pulling them up)
Pulling them up, you wear your pair of light-brown pants on your legs.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l self
Long, brown plaits of hair have been twisted tightly into ropy dreadlocks
that snake down the sides and back of this man's head. His dreaded mane has
been sun-bleached, leaving several of his braids with a frayed, russet color
while his roots remain brown. His darkly bronzed face is strong boned with
sharply angled brown brows and severe, blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.
His sturdy nose steeps to a point with umber colored bristles curving over
his lips and across his solid chin in a close-cut beard. His sinewy neck
stretches down to his wide shouldered frame. His brawny arms are ripped
with musculature, veins winding down his forearms and ending with callused
hands. His legs make up most of his height, looking to be robust like the
rest of his toned body.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man is in excellent condition.
As he points at you with a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth whispers something to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (leaning his shielded back to the wall, lifting a boot to rest against a few grimy bricks) Anythin' else yeh little huns wanted?
Leaning his shielded back to the wall, lifting a boot to rest against a few grimy bricks, you ask, in sirihish:
"Anythin' else yeh little huns wanted?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l in aba
In a hooded, brown military aba (used) :
a pile of allanaki coins
a chunk of yellow scented soap
a pile of coins
the heart of a fleshy green plant
a crumbling red tablet
a translucent green tablet
a small yellow tablet
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l in belt
In a leather swordbelt (used) :
a sharp bone knife
an unlit simple, leather-wrapped bone torch
a stitched, obsidian-dyed ticket
Skeptically, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth whispers something to the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth laughs in amusement as his gaze shifts to you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Uh. No. We're good."
With a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"This was actually a prank, to get yer pants down and embarass yourself. hahahaha"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (taking a step towards ~jet, holding a hand out) Where's my sid?
Taking a step towards the dark, green-gazed youth, holding a hand out, you ask, in sirihish:
"Where's my sid?"
The dark, green-gazed youth laughs heartily as he places his hands onto his knees.
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em chuckles, unamusedly.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man chuckles, unamusedly.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth stands, looking uncomfortable.
The dark, green-gazed youth exclaims to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"I only pay sid to an agreed apon ammount, I'm not paying you for not doing your job! Bad seducer!"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (leaping forwards with a grunt) Where's my sid!?
Leaping forwards with a grunt, you ask the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Where's my sid!?"
127/127 124/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none subdue jet
You subdue the dark, green-gazed youth, despite his attempts to struggle away.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops guarding the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none shout (giving ~jet a shake against the wall) Where's my sid!?
Giving the dark, green-gazed youth a shake against the wall, you shout in sirihish:
"Where's my sid!?"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"LEt 'im go!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles against you and breaks free.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth draws a slim bone rapier.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em lets go of ~jet, brows furrowing.
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man lets go of the dark, green-gazed youth, brows furrowing.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her black-dyed bone throwing knife from her dusty dark, hooded cloak.
With a grin, the dark, green-gazed youth says, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Back off."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none rem shield
You stop using your black crescent shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth begins guarding the east exit.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none es shield
You hold your black crescent shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops using his chitin-decorated wooden shield.
The dark, green-gazed youth holds his chitin-decorated wooden shield.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (reaching a hand back to ~warsword) I'll ask yeh once more.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth brandishes her black-dyed bone throwing knife.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none Reaching a hand back to your blackened serrated bone warsword, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"I'll ask yeh once more."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none draw warsword
You unsling a blackened serrated bone warsword from your back.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l e
l w
To the east is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
West of here is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth steps back, clutching her black-dyed bone throwing knife.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (eyes narrowing tightly) Where. Is my sid?
Eyes narrowing tightly, you ask, in sirihish:
"Where. Is my sid?"
The dark, green-gazed youth whispers something to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (turning, swinging ~warsword in a curving arc at ~jet) Fine, yeh little rinth bastard.
Turning, swinging your blackened serrated bone warsword in a curving arc at the dark, green-gazed youth, you say, in sirihish:
"Fine, yeh little rinth bastard."
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none kill jet
You slash the dark, green-gazed youth very hard on his head.
The dark, green-gazed youth reels from the blow.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking fighting: the dark, green-gazed youth riding: none
You slash the dark, green-gazed youth's body.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"No!"
The dark, green-gazed youth attempts to flee.
The dark, green-gazed youth runs west.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth runs west.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l w
To the west is a Shadowy Alleyway.
[Near]
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding heavily.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none w
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
Some broken pipes, largely obscured by a midden heap, reveal a gaping hole.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding heavily.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l w
To the west is Wall Road.
[Near]
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The pale, slender slave walks along quietly here.
The filthy little boy stands here, looking around plaintively.
You hear a woman's voice shout from the west in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Pearl!"
From the mouth of the alley, you see the dirty, scar-tattooed youth shouts something.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none shout (roaring as he walks) Where's my sid?!
Roaring as he walks, you shout in sirihish:
"Where's my sid?!"
From the mouth of the alley, you see the dirty, scar-tattooed youth runs east.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth has arrived from the west.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none l jet (nostrils flaring)
Nostrils flaring, you look down at the dark, green-gazed youth.
Weathered black hair, smooth and about shoulder length is worn on this
young boy's head with green and purple bone beads tied at the ends. His
bright green eyes stand out brilliantly from the contrast of his dark hair
and deeply tanned skin. His hands are worn and calloused and his elbows and
knees are full of scars. His body is hairless and skinny, bursting into
puberty by the development of cut muscles.
The dark, green-gazed youth is in moderate condition.
The dark, green-gazed youth is using:
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth begins guarding the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth sheathes a slim bone rapier.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth steps between you and the dark, green-gazed youth, clutching her knife.
The dark, green-gazed youth holds his hand to his head, blood dripping down from it filling his hair.
127/127 121/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none say (roaring, his chest heaving) Yeh little thieves! This is thievery! Where are my sids!
Roaring, his chest heaving, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Yeh little thieves! This is thievery! Where are my sids!"
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth trembles, keeping her knife pointing at you.
127/127 121/136 103/116 walking standing riding: none l
A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it. Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine. The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.
Some broken pipes, largely obscured by a midden heap, reveal a gaping hole.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth is standing here.
The dark, green-gazed youth is standing here, bleeding lightly.
127/127 121/136 103/116 walking standing riding: none sheath warsword back
You sling a bloodied serrated bone warsword across your back.
As his eyes begin to glaze over, the dark, green-gazed youth says to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"You hit me Xeraz."
127/127 121/136 106/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (advancing quickly) And I'll do it again if yeh don't pay up. Nobody stiffs me!
Advancing quickly, you exclaim to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"And I'll do it again if yeh don't pay up. Nobody stiffs me!"
127/127 121/136 106/116 walking standing riding: none subdue jet
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth tries to protect the dark, green-gazed youth but fails!
[ You stop using a black crescent shield. ]
You drop a black crescent shield.
You subdue the dark, green-gazed youth.
The dark, green-gazed youth stops guarding the east exit.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth takes a step or two back, eyes wide with fear.
127/127 117/136 109/116 walking standing riding: none say (roaring as he slams ~jet against the alley wall) Where are my sids!
Roaring as he slams the dark, green-gazed youth against the alley wall, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Where are my sids!"
127/127 117/136 115/116 walking standing riding: none get shield
You pick up a black crescent shield.
It is very light.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth exclaims to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Don't! Ah got 'em! Let 'im go!"
127/127 117/136 115/116 walking standing riding: none say (lifting a fist threateningly) Yeh don't want to fuck with me, kids. I need that sid...I...I...need sid.
Lifting a fist threateningly, you say, in sirihish:
"Yeh don't want to fuck with me, kids. I need that sid...I...I...need sid."
The dark, green-gazed youth kicks his feet at your groin to try and escape.
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
Pleading, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah got it. Let 'im go."
The red moon, Jihae, rises over the streets of Allanak.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell dirty (clutching ^jet scruff with one hand, other fist raised) Give it to me!
Clutching his scruff with one hand, other fist raised, you exclaim to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in sirihish:
"Give it to me!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth opens a dusty leather backpack.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her small leather pouch from her dusty leather backpack.
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth gets her pile of allanaki coins from her small leather pouch.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none em slams ~jet against the wall
The bronzed, dark-dreadlocked man slams the dark, green-gazed youth against the wall.
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none tell jet (eyes narrowing to slits) Quit it.
Eyes narrowing to slits, you say to the dark, green-gazed youth, in sirihish:
"Quit it."
The dark, green-gazed youth screams as he is crushed agaisnt the wall.
The dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ah... Ah dunno how much yer supposter get."
The dark, green-gazed youth exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Xeraz yer dead!"
The dark, green-gazed youth struggles in vain against you.
tell dirty (tone calm as he holds ~jet against the wall) Twenty-five sid.
Crossly, the dirty, scar-tattooed youth says to the dark, green-gazed youth, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Shut th' fuck up."
127/127 117/136 116/116 walking standing riding: none Tone calm as he holds the dark, green-gazed youth against the wall, you say to the dirty, scar-tattooed youth, in sirihish:
"Twenty-five sid."
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