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Magic RP (Open to new players)

(Sorry it's a bit short. Not feeling much inspired as of late.)

Ardasa shuddered. Her goddess had answered her. A glimpse into the future . . . it was more power than she had imagined ever holding, even as empress. "I don't know if I'm ready," Ardasa said. "To see fate, I don't know if anyone could ever be ready." She glanced over at the statue of Arda. It urged her on with its stare. She breathed slowly, in, then out, then in and out again. The breathing helped, just a little bit. "I think I'm about as prepared as I can ever be." Slowly, the walls pressed in on her mind, till she felt squeezed into a tiny box. She had to stare at the walls, willing them back with the help of her faith, until they retreated to where they should be. "Alright, alright. Alright," she moaned to herself, clutching her head and sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Give me your blessing, wise sister."

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Hui-Bawa spun around to find another girl, of similar features to the one he had mistakenly called for. His features broke into a nervous smile, and he hoped beyond all hope that he really looked like he was smiling. Memories came back to him of a time when he and his brother were posing for a camera, and he looked closer to someone on the verge of sneezing than the proud relative of the Hui-Basada.

"Lady Genevieve, I hope?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake. "Perhaps it was a mistake for us never to exchange photos. I am called by my people Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng". We have been in communications these past weeks, but I am sure I do not need to remind you of such things."

The party continued to move around them. As people danced and strode about the room, their jewels caught his eye in the glaring light of the sun through windows, both clear and stained-glass, and both flung its intense rays into his eyes. He could barely see the person standing before him, much less spot a face in any part of this immense crowd. Could the sheer power that money and glittering stones possess outshine even the sun itself?

"Forgive me, I am not used to such an . . . environment," he muttered, holding his other hand before his face to block some of the light out. "Glass is not so common in Du-Wassi. Do you think that we may talk outside? Or, in some other part of the palace?" He doubted he would be able to hear her response anyways. The commotion in the halls dissolved all the conversations going on in the room into a mush of sound and speech. "Do you know of any place that might be appropriate? I may have arrived a little late." A little was not quite the ride level of magnitude. By the time he had arrived, driving up in a run-down fourth-or-fifth-hand car that looked almost comically out of place alongside the long rows of supercars, the entire place was packed entrance to roof.

Hui-Bawa couldn't help but notice that Genevieve was minuscule, as much as everybody else was at the party. In fact, Hui-Bawa suspected he stood a head above nearly anybody in the entire room. There were certainly no Hui-Eehi present, either from Du-Wassi or one of the other newly decolonized countries. How did these tiny northerners manage to conquer the world? He hoped he was reasonably sure he was not thinking out loud, as he often did. It would be accursed for him to ruin his reputation with his acquaintance at all, much less within the first minute of them meeting.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi stormed into his chambers and grabbed at the quill. Ardasa, his Ardasa, attacked in the streets of Hekaga. He dipped the quill in the ink and sat down before his parchment. His mind clouded over as he began to write.

To the imbecilic 'Prince' Ternoc of the pitiful state of Hekaga

Do not presume that I did not know of the assassination plot against my bound one. You'd best be thrice-damned sure that Ardasa, myself, or any kobold dignitary I send in the future should not even see an arrow, or we will cut ties with you immediately and impose taxes the likes of which would cripple your trade with the entire northern hemisphere. Think on your mistake.

Rughoi "the Unbound", Emperor of All Kobold

He stared at the document for a long while, stewing in his anger. In a flash of clarity, he grabbed the sheet and tore it in two, throwing the halves into the far corners of the room. He was above this! He had to be! He had to think . . . the way Ardasa always did. She had a way with all peoples, race be damned. He wasn't blind. He knew how the palace saw its two rulers differently. They loved her, and feared him. Rughoi dipped his quill into the ink again, and pulled out a new sheet of paper. Perhaps a second try, on his clearer head, would do wonders for diplomacy.

To the honorable Prince Ternoc of Hekaga

I have been told that my bound one has enjoyed your city immensely.

Alright, that was good. A good start. Rughoi continued.

She was especially impressed by . . .

What was it she said? Something about the streets? Ah yes, dodging arrows in the streets of Hekaga.

. . . the infrastructure. It serves as a testament to the building of cities, and in time, we hope to adopt a similar plan for our own. However, she as expressed concerns about the safety of your streets, and is hesitant to visit again before such issues are resolved. A minor issue, surely, for your dauntless army.

Rughoi "the Unbound", Emperor of All Kobold

He looked over it once, and once again, before folding it up. This is the one he's planning on sending. Perhaps Ardasa could write a better one. Perhaps he should just let her do it. But it was high time he learned to be a ruler.
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"Wise Arda, I'm sure you blessed my journey home," Ardasa said, quietly. The statue was where it always was, in the temple room within the palace. It was comforting, in a way, returning to religious life. "I may only hope that you are as happy to see me as I am to see you." Silence. Ardasa got up from her kneeling position. Something was out of touch. Perhaps it was herself. She can't concentrate on the prayers the way she used to. The threat of death still shook her. "Thank you for your mercy, oh blessed mother of kobolds. I will find the right words to honor you in time. I'm sure you'd understand." That was when she heard the sound of the temple's door creak open. "Hello?" she called. "Is somebody there?"

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Hui-Bawa scratched at the tie around his neck. He felt like an idiot. No matter how often he put on the suit, it felt constricting, nothing like the loose clothes of the Hui-Eehi. Perhaps the man who sold him the suit was right, and he should have paid for something more expensive. A shake of the head threw the notion away. He was spending the people's money on himself as it is, and that sat heavy in his stomach. He can deal with a scratchy outfit for a couple more days. Hui-Bawa tried to ignore his discomfort by focusing on his goal. He's here for a reason, and it would do him well to remember it.

"Curses," he muttered to himself, standing on his toes to look over the crowd. Some of the pale people around him gasped, or shuffled away nervously. He tried to pay little attention to them. He was here to meet someone he's never seen in person, and his only clue as to who she is are vague descriptions of her appearance. White skin, red hair, facial spots? That could be a solid tenth of the people in this room alone. Who knows if the wealthy here are having some sort of red-hair party in any of the hundreds of chambers that litter this palace like flies on a body?

The entire party was a testament to wealth. Some people had land. Some people had money. These people embodied it. Robes the size of automobiles adorned every body, inlaid with more precious metal than ten thousand of his countrymen would have seen in their lives put together. Some chose to wear masks, embedded with so many jewels Hui-Bawa began to wonder how it does not slip off their faces. A vision flashed through his head, of him tearing the masks off, and throwing them to the ground, where the jewels would shatter on the ground, as easy as glass did.

For now, though, syndicalism would have to be put on hold. He had to remind himself that he was no philosopher, and it was not his place to take the wealth of these foreigners from them. Right now, the people that need him most are at home, and helping them meant meeting with one Genevieve Anders.

There, in the corner of his eye, he spied a face that seemed almost perfect. It matched all the few descriptions he had. "Lady Genevieve!" he shouted, his voice booming across the room. Quite a few heads turned towards the dark-skinned stick racing across the room to accost some poor girl on the other side of the room. "I've been looking for you!"

"I'm terribly sorry, you must have the wrong person," she said.

"Ah, I see. You've never seen my face before. I am Hui-Bawa Du-Butha Hui-Hooseng, the one who has been in communication with you for these past moons. Surely, Lady Genevieve, you must remember that."

" . . . My name is Johanna. I am a part of the court. Pleased to meet you too," she said, smiling wanly. Hui-Bawa clasped a hand to his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. Oops.

"Terribly sorry, I have wasted your time," he said, walking away before he could make a fool of himself any longer. Well, this party has certainly been off to a wonderful start for him.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng"

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng"

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Not strictly applicable

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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20

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Heterosexual

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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It is said that the Du-Wassi harbors giants. For Hui-Bawa, that myth runs as true as giants can be. Standing at an even 2 metres, Hui-Bawa dwarfs near any man he stands next to. Yet, in his homeland, he is actually of almost perfectly average height. In the fight against northern imperialism, it has become common for the Hui-Eehi (the native peoples of Du-Wassi) to shave their heads, as a love of hair is seen as northern. However, Hui-Bawa has broken with that practice, and keeps a short fuzz on his scalp, leading to minor controversy in his homeland. Despite the syndicalist dogma adopted by the Du-Wassi state, he is a well-fed man, raised on the native beef, and as a result is covered in massive globs of muscle.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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The grim face he puts on for the public is not the person Hui-Bawa is beneath. There is a reason he was given the nickname "Du-Butha", the Great Heart. He is a giver, through and through, always putting the needs of others before his own. He is courteous and kind, and always has time for children. However, years of travel and diplomacy has changed him. He is not so eager to make friends with the people he meets, knowing that in scant days, he will never see them again. Thus, he puts on an air of formality and occupies himself with his work at all times, to keep his mind off his loneliness.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes his people, his brother, his country, animals, plants, peaceful environments, syndicalist philosophy, the war effort, and having a general feel-good time.

Hates imperialism, northern oppression, war on home soil, the practices of syndicalist philosophy, the practices in the war, and scary stories.

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Hui-Bawa was never meant to amount to much. His brother was Du-Bawa, general and Hui-Basada of the country. His youth he lived in baseless luxury, feasting near every night while the rest of the nation starved. While his body was nourished on stuffed cow and chicken, his mind was raised on propaganda, fed to him by his parents and brother. He believed that Du-Wassi was the wealthiest land in the entire world, and all people lived as wealthy as he did. His brother's motto, "Every Man a Lord", was his own.

Hui-Bawa only left the capitol building, which was repurposed from a northern estate, in his early teens. What he saw was a horror. His people, the supposed lords, were living in squalor. They had not returned to the peaceful and plentiful lives of the tribal Du-Wassi, but instead fight with each other for the few scraps the government may hand out. He realized, as he returned to his home, that he has lived his life in a bubble, and now more than ever must break out.

The rest of his formative years were spent in study. He familiarized himself with the philosophy of the earliest syndicalists, such as Liu Cheng Han and Kerlow ap Gwythyng, and spoke with the most gifted economists he could find both within the nation and without. In an amazing amount of time, he transformed his entire self, from the airheaded child he once was to a real thinker, one who could perhaps save his people.

Armed with conviction, he left Du-Wassi to travel the world, seeking support for his people. He has endorsed and founded numerous charity organizations, and spoken before countless national coalitions. He works day and night for the dream of a truly syndicalist Du-Wassi, where every man may live a lord, as he had once known it to be.

Free Commonwealth of Du-Wassi

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Free Commonwealth of Du-Wassi

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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President Du-Bawa "Du-Bata" "Du-Wasseng"

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Green, Brown, Yellow

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Poor income, poor living conditions, oppressive syndicalist leadership, hatred of northern peoples, superstitions and belief in magic.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Before the age of colonialism, the Du-Wassi was a purely geographical term, for the great jungle that dominated the central parts of the continent. To its north was the Du-Sasaa, a previously unexplored desert considered by most to be the end of the world. Within it lived a countless many tribes, such as the Du-Hooseng and the Hui-Argu, both of which have been lost to time. Tribal life was often centered around the farming of various grains that grew plenty around the jungles, supplanted by the hunting of animals and the digging of nutrient-rich roots within the jungle itself. Conflicts were frequent between the tribes, which were often fought with spears and throwing stones. Ironically, in this culture of war, a religion grew that worshipped the spirits of harmony, and gave emphasis to the connection that all peoples had with themselves and their homeland.

The first encounter with the northern "pale men" changed the way Du-Wassi society functioned forever. The northerners wielded weapons beyond the imagination of the Hui-Eehi, guns and explosives that slaughtered even the ablest of stone-throwers. Soon, all of the tribes were conquered, split between northern hands and effectively enslaved. Their jungle was plundered for its natural resources, extracted upon Hui-Eehi backs pushed by northern whips. Racial theory was introduced to the Du-Wassi, and any man born a son of the Hui-Eehi were denied rights given to pale citizens of the empire.

It was the perfect place for syndicalism to fester and grow. Progress oriented philosophers, often laughed out of university halls in the north, would escape into the colonies. The Hui-Eehi were much more receptive to the syndicalist ideology, which favored rebellion from an oppressive system and equality among all people. To the Hui-Eehi, this meant a return to their own rule, free from the northerners, and rose up in a bloody revolution. A young Hui-Eehi philosopher was declared the "Hui-Basada" (Hui-Eehi for "president"), and given powers by the people that reflects in all respects but name a king.

Today, the rebellion is still ongoing, but has simmered down to a frightful cold war. The northern empire still considers itself the suzerain of Du-Wassi, and the Hui-Eehi live in fear that at any moment the war could reactivate. Proxy wars, fought between the Du-Wassi philosophy of syndicalism and the capitalist northerners still flare up in the surrounding recently decolonized nations. The current Hui-Basada, Du-Bawa, is the son of the previous, and his extremist rhetoric is broadcast as propaganda throughout the entire nation. The uneducated public, the majority of the population, are incredibly racist towards pale people, and are generally unwelcome to foreigners everywhere except the capital city of Du-Tunka.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng"

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng"

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
――――――――――

Not strictly applicable

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
――――――――――

20

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
――――――――――

Male

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Heterosexual

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
――――――――――

It is said that the Du-Wassi harbors giants. For Hui-Bawa, that myth runs as true as giants can be. Standing at an even 2 metres, Hui-Bawa dwarfs near any man he stands next to. Yet, in his homeland, he is actually of almost perfectly average height. In the fight against northern imperialism, it has become common for the Hui-Eehi (the native peoples of Du-Wassi) to shave their heads, as a love of hair is seen as northern. However, Hui-Bawa has broken with that practice, and keeps a short fuzz on his scalp, leading to minor controversy in his homeland. Despite the syndicalist dogma adopted by the Du-Wassi state, he is a well-fed man, raised on the native beef, and as a result is covered in massive globs of muscle.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
――――――――――

The grim face he puts on for the public is not the person Hui-Bawa is beneath. There is a reason he was given the nickname "Du-Butha", the Great Heart. He is a giver, through and through, always putting the needs of others before his own. He is courteous and kind, and always has time for children. However, years of travel and diplomacy has changed him. He is not so eager to make friends with the people he meets, knowing that in scant days, he will never see them again. Thus, he puts on an air of formality and occupies himself with his work at all times, to keep his mind off his loneliness.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
――――――――――

Likes his people, his brother, his country, animals, plants, peaceful environments, syndicalist philosophy, the war effort, and having a general feel-good time.

Hates imperialism, northern oppression, war on home soil, the practices of syndicalist philosophy, the practices in the war, and scary stories.

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
――――――――――

Hui-Bawa was never meant to amount to much. His brother was Du-Bawa, general and Hui-Basada of the country. His youth he lived in baseless luxury, feasting near every night while the rest of the nation starved. While his body was nourished on stuffed cow and chicken, his mind was raised on propaganda, fed to him by his parents and brother. He believed that Du-Wassi was the wealthiest land in the entire world, and all people lived as wealthy as he did. His brother's motto, "Every Man a Lord", was his own.

Hui-Bawa only left the capitol building, which was repurposed from a northern estate, in his early teens. What he saw was a horror. His people, the supposed lords, were living in squalor. They had not returned to the peaceful and plentiful lives of the tribal Du-Wassi, but instead fight with each other for the few scraps the government may hand out. He realized, as he returned to his home, that he has lived his life in a bubble, and now more than ever must break out.

The rest of his formative years were spent in study. He familiarized himself with the philosophy of the earliest syndicalists, such as Liu Cheng Han and Kerlow ap Gwythyng, and spoke with the most gifted economists he could find both within the nation and without. In an amazing amount of time, he transformed his entire self, from the airheaded child he once was to a real thinker, one who could perhaps save his people.

Armed with conviction, he left Du-Wassi to travel the world, seeking support for his people. He has endorsed and founded numerous charity organizations, and spoken before countless national coalitions. He works day and night for the dream of a truly syndicalist Du-Wassi, where every man may live a lord, as he had once known it to be.

Free Commonwealth of Du-Wassi

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
――――――――――

Free Commonwealth of Du-Wassi

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
――――――――――

President Du-Bawa "Du-Bata" "Du-Wasseng"

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
――――――――――

Green, Brown, Yellow

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
――――――――――

Poor income, poor living conditions, oppressive syndicalist leadership, hatred of northern peoples, superstitions and belief in magic.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
――――――――――

Before the age of colonialism, the Du-Wassi was a purely geographical term, for the great jungle that dominated the central parts of the continent. To its north was the Du-Sasaa, a previously unexplored desert considered by most to be the end of the world. Within it lived a countless many tribes, such as the Du-Hooseng and the Hui-Argu, both of which have been lost to time. Tribal life was often centered around the farming of various grains that grew plenty around the jungles, supplanted by the hunting of animals and the digging of nutrient-rich roots within the jungle itself. Conflicts were frequent between the tribes, which were often fought with spears and throwing stones. Ironically, in this culture of war, a religion grew that worshipped the spirits of harmony, and gave emphasis to the connection that all peoples had with themselves and their homeland.

The first encounter with the northern "pale men" changed the way Du-Wassi society functioned forever. The northerners wielded weapons beyond the imagination of the Hui-Eehi, guns and explosives that slaughtered even the ablest of stone-throwers. Soon, all of the tribes were conquered, split between northern hands and effectively enslaved. Their jungle was plundered for its natural resources, extracted upon Hui-Eehi backs pushed by northern whips. Racial theory was introduced to the Du-Wassi, and any man born a son of the Hui-Eehi were denied rights given to pale citizens of the empire.

It was the perfect place for syndicalism to fester and grow. Progress oriented philosophers, often laughed out of university halls in the north, would escape into the colonies. The Hui-Eehi were much more receptive to the syndicalist ideology, which favored rebellion from an oppressive system and equality among all people. To the Hui-Eehi, this meant a return to their own rule, free from the northerners, and rose up in a bloody revolution. A young Hui-Eehi philosopher was declared the "Hui-Basada" (Hui-Eehi for "president"), and given powers by the people that reflects in all respects but name a king.

Today, the rebellion is still ongoing, but has simmered down to a frightful cold war. The northern empire still considers itself the suzerain of Du-Wassi, and the Hui-Eehi live in fear that at any moment the war could reactivate. Proxy wars, fought between the Du-Wassi philosophy of syndicalism and the capitalist northerners still flare up in the surrounding recently decolonized nations. The current Hui-Basada, Du-Bawa, is the son of the previous, and his extremist rhetoric is broadcast as propaganda throughout the entire nation. The uneducated public, the majority of the population, are incredibly racist towards pale people, and are generally unwelcome to foreigners everywhere except the capital city of Du-Tunka.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Evenin' @ayzrules

Is there still room in here for me?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"But . . . buh . . . " Kutur couldn't really form a thought. He was tired, and could only vaguely recall when he began his work. He suspected it was an evening. Kali's sheer clothes didn't help his brain much to get back on track either. "What? Was . . . was Ardasa gone?" He tried searching his memory, but the only things he could dig up were runes upon more runes. Perhaps he should have it written for the record that esoteric magic is harmful to the brain.
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Ardasa was drowning. She practically fought through the crowd towards her own home. She could not reach her hand out without a claw touching the forehead of a baby or small child. There were simply so many kobolds. The city had either become massive in her absence, or she somehow managed to misplace in her head tens of thousands of people in the short time she had been gone.

Eventually, she had made it by a miracle of Arda to the doors of the palace. Guards streamed out, blocking the populace from entering and escorting her within. "That was . . . something," she said, through shaky breaths. Rughoi entered the hall, looking with hints of what very well may have been fear out at the crowd. He has stared down monsters, hordes of enemies, and terrible storms, but it is his own people that scares him most.

"Maybe addressing the public was a mistake," Rughoi said. Ardasa nodded.

"Hoo, there's nothing like being an empress, that I can say," she responded, fanning herself with a claw. "It's more tense out there than it was dodging arrows in the streets of Hekaga!" The last sentence froze Rughoi up. "No no, it's a figure of-" she began, but he was already gone. She put a palm to her own head. Her and her stupid mouth. "I'll just retire to the temple room, alright?" she called after him, knowing nothing she's going to say will reach his ears. "Alright . . . "

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Kutur mumbled some reply to the pounding outside, throwing on his usual robe and putting away his tomes. At this point, not even he knew what he was saying. The runes, they permeated the space of his mind, drowning out rational thought with . . . what it was he could not say. Magic, in short. Magic was madness. He had to get away from it for a short while.

"Morning, Kali. It's . . . morning, right?" he asked, throwing open his door. The outside light blinded him, but he squinted through it. A vaguely Kali-shaped figure stood at the door, close enough that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
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Ardasa adored the crowd. They called prayers to her, shouted her name from the streets, it was almost as grand as the ceremony in Hekaga. A mother rushed up the steps and presented her a newborn child, sucking on his claws.

"Please, Your Mercy, bless this child," she said.

"I'm not a goddess. Find a temple, and have the child properly blessed," Ardasa whispered, but touched the child's forehead anyways. "He's very handsome. No doubt you will have many troubles keeping him yours."

"Your praise is a thousand blessings, Your Mercy," she said, and disappeared into the crowd. It won't be long now before more parents begin to do the same.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"I . . . I'm glad to see you back," Rughoi muttered. He stood between the two great mountain ranges, somewhere in the space between where they ended.

"Well, you could be a little more enthusiastic," Ardasa said, giggling. Rughoi shrugged, hiding his face. Ardasa didn't need for him to give her affection immediately. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her snout to his neck. Slowly, she felt his arms return the embrace. This was right. This is where she should be. She doesn't know about the honesty of the entire kobold court, but she could tell immediately the honesty in him.

"Let's get back to the city," Rughoi said. "I pacified the upstarts, but not for long. They'll come crawling back with more demands before the season is up."

"They're good people, I promise," Ardasa said. "I'm surprised you managed to pacify them at all."

"What, you think I can't do it?" Rughoi asked. She could hear the mock hurt in his voice, and it made her smile.

"You know I didn't say that," Ardasa said. "It was good of you to take care of my matters while I was away . . . you didn't hurt any of them, did you?"

"No, but we will need a new meeting table," Rughoi mumbled, causing her to laugh.

"We'll worry about it in time. For now, the court." The two went to find worgs, saddling them and reining them with easy mastery.

"Perhaps I didn't mention, but there is plenty of time now that the guilds want for nothing," Rughoi started. "I have an idea of what we could use the time fo-"

"I'm tired, just let me sleep tonight," Ardasa giggled. "However . . . " she leapt onto the back of the worg and set her feet swinging at its sides. "Don't forget your offer. I'll be wanting to claim it soon enough." She then kicked her worg in its sides, sending leaping towards the city walls, leaving Rughoi in the sand.