Karos

The City of White Marble

Amon actively stops himself from laughing at the woman's attempts to pronounce Ormuzhds' name. But smiles as she talks at ease with the great beast, most foreigners didn't, many found the Giant Salamanders far too alien to be comfortable around.

'It's none of your business' the woman growls in response to his question, but he remains silent a moment longer as she gets to her feet. Before saying to Amon "Get back up on Ormoozhdt, take your bird and leave. I am thankful for the water but I gave you the jam and your friend has already cleaned the jar, so I owe you no debt. Go and leave me in peace.'

These remarks combined with what Amon's thought sense had heard … been in the sun too long… nonsense… inclined him to act.

Stepping clear of Ormuzhd and ordering Kalophis with a thought to perch upon the Salamanders back. Amon draws Ra'Kes from its place at his side, he swings the blade through the air demonstrating the speed and precision of the blade, before flames suddenly erupt from the weapon sheathing it in coruscating flames.

Before the woman can react Amon reaches out with his powers and talks directly to her mind. 'I have not been out in the sun too long, and you are most certainly not an authority on such matters. As for your woodland glenn I had preferred that you simply tell me. Now I suggest you talk or I shall be forced to take the information from you'. With that Amon pulls back into his own physical form and talks normally once more.

'I am Amon, Sorcerer Knight of the City of White Marble, I am bound to protect all of those mage-kind and otherwise who seek shelter and wisdom here. In order to pursue this duty I must know of your origin and of your intent, if you refuse to answer my questions then I will have no choice but to leave you in this desert to die.' He pauses to appraise her for a moment 'I would give you another day in this heat, and as you lack swifter means of transportation and all forms of navigation you must either accept my help or approve your own demise' he finishes the proclamation his sword still ablaze, in his free hand lightning begins to crackle the arcs dancing between his fingertips.

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Amon waited silently as the woman set about herself, eventually she started to pack her belongings before glaring at him and inquiring 'Why are you still here?'

At this Amon cocks his head, almost an imitation of Kalophis. He crouches down picking up the jam still at his feet and opens the top, raising it to his face so he can smell the aroma, it smelt sweet, almost sickly to him. Then again he was more used to rough bread and spices than he was sweet preserves. He turned without answering the woman's question and placed a hand on Ozmuzhd large slopping brow, the colossal lizard raised his head opening his eyes lazily to regard Amon. Amon held the jar up in front of Ormuzhd, the lizard's huge tongue darted out scenting the air. Then Amon placed the jar down in the sand in front of Ormuzhd, the lizards tongue darted out and he started dipping the tip of his long tongue into the preserve, clearly enjoying the sweet taste.

Amon turned, 'This is Ormuzhd, a giant salamander he has served me faithfully for many years. From what I can tell you are familiar with smaller relatives of his no? Your mind says as much even if you do not give the words voice. But I shall ask you again, from where do you hail, give me a name' Amon paused, his voice then took on a harsh and slightly more aggressive tone, his hand resting on the hilt of Ra'kes, 'And what do you intend in this desert?'

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Is there anything I can add to the intro that would help with that?

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Amon didn't move as the canteen flew from the woman's hands striking him in the chest and falling in his lap. The metal of the canteen caused the mail armour beneath his flowing robes to clink ever so slightly. He noted the dagger in the woman's hand, the small basic blade was no threat to him, nor was a half emaciated woman wandering the deserts.

After a short moment and quick ritual the woman began gulping down the water that he'd offered her, she gulped it down rather rapidly he thought, clearly not one accustomed to the deserts.

'Thank you' said the unknown woman.

Then she did something he didn't expect, she rolled a glass jar containing jam towards him. It bumped into his crossed legs. 'Take it and go' she remarked, he looked at it puzzled for a moment before getting up and calling Khalophis to his hand. He took up his canteen but left the jam at his feet, Khalophis now pruning his feathers sat on his hand.

'I shan't be going anywhere unless you answer my questions first, you are mage-kind that much is obvious. But from where do you hail, and what did you intend wandering these deserts?' Amon spoke calmly and with a natural authority, his speech was still slow his accent evident but lending a note of inquisitive sincerity to his words.

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Bump?

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Amon breathed slowly, his mortal body perfectly still in Ormuzhd's saddle. He continued to peer at the figure sat next to the rock through Kalophis' eyes, the hawk tilted its head at Amon's request before he returned his senses to his own body. As he returned his mind to his own body he inhaled sharply, he recited arcane mantras in his head ensuring that he'd regained full control of his body once more.

He looked around him, he couldn't see any figures nearby, and Ormuzhd seemed contented below him. In fact, the Giant Salamander had settled itself in the sand and nodded off. 'Come my friend' he said waking Ormuzhd 'We have found something' the Giant Salamander steadily got to its feet its long tongue darting out and scenting the air as it stood. With a telepathic direction from Amon, Ormuzhd went skittering across the sand at great speed. Amon clung onto the reigns as his cloak and loose fitting robes flowed around him in the mixture of desert sand and wind.

He wondered quite what he'd found as he rode towards the rock Kalophis was perched on. Clearly another refugee, but from where he couldn't ascertain, her style of dress seemed feral in nature, perhaps a northerner then? His lack of geographical knowledge denied him any further intuitive guesses, but he was contented with what little he knew for now.

As he came skittering over a dune the rock came into view, as he drew closer he drew Ra'kes from its sheath at his side, holding the reigns in his off hand only. As he drew closer Kalophis cawed before leaping from his perch and flying toward Amon and Ormuhzd who by now had slowed down significantly. Amon instructed Ormuzhd to continue lumbering towards the rock, taking his hand off the reigns and letting Kalophis settle in on his hand.

He rounded the rock and saw a tired and emaciated mage sat in the meagre shade provided by the rock, he noted her cracked dry lips and the way she seemed to have slumped against the rock. He sheathed Ra'kes and reached down with his free hand, unslinging a canteen and throwing it down next to her. He nodded to the canteen before getting off of Ormuzhd's back, the Giant Salamander settling down into the sand once more. Kalophis continued to sit on Amon's hand the hawk cocking its head from side to side, peering at the mage it had found before looking back to Amon.

'Drink' said Amon his deep voice and thick accent necessitating that he talk slowly, 'I know you have questions but drink first then talk'. After he had finished speaking he sat cross legged on the ground, Khalophis moved and sat on his shoulder and he placed his hands on his knees as though he was going to start meditating.

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Amon'hotep Ysathar

Name: Amon'hotep Ysathar or Amon for short
Title: Sorcerer Knight of the Sands
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Height: 6'3"
Natural Magic: Telepathy
Learned Magics: Biomancy, Pyromancy

Personality:Amon is a quiet man by nature, he discharges his duty as a Knight of the Sands with great solemnity and is rather taciturn. At least that is how he presents himself when outside of the Pesagae barracks, within those hallowed walls he takes on quiet a different persona entirely. Amongst the Knights he is known to be quite a jovial man, more than willing to share a joke and a good drink with his companions whilst mulling over their latest readings.

No matter where he is however, he always carries himself with a sense of purpose and honour. He will not hesitate to help a person in need and will strike down the enemies of the White Marble City without question or remorse.

Bio: Amon didn't know anything about his parents, as a young boy when he inquired as to his lineage the elders merely told him that some Knights found him in amongst the ruins of a caravan on the outskirts of the great salt sea.

As an orphan Amon was inducted into the Knights Pesegae, an order of warriors sworn to defend the Kingdom of the White Marble city against any and all who may oppose it. Within the Pesegae there are nine Knights houses and Amon was selected to join the house of the Sands.

The Knights of the Sands are innate Telepaths, all possess a great power for controlling and influencing the minds of others through magic. Amon's earliest memories after joining the Knights of the Sands are of long hours of meditation, reading and sword practice. When he wasn't practicing his battle skills, he read poetry, history, philosophy and even studied some limited elements of geography.

Like all Knights he lived with his brothers and sisters all of them learning together and supporting one another, they were close. Once a week under the watch of an elder knight they would head out into the city and put their burgeoning talents to good use aiding their fellow citizens. Often they would use their Telepathy to help resolve judicial disputes or to help those with various ailments of the mind.

Amon spent many happy years like this, and then after what seemed an eternity of waiting he came of age. When he turned 16, Amon was brought before the Senior Knights of the Sands, he stood in the central courtyard of houses' barracks the balconies and corridors crammed with his brothers and sisters watching his iniation below.

Amon was ordered to stand arms at his sides, his shirt was then removed and the Senior Knights took up their swords. They surrounded Amon on all sides and swung their blades, Amon didn't flinch the steel stopping just before it made contact with his skin. He knelt, the Senior Knights resting their now glowing swords in-between their feet, their hands resting on the pomels of the eldritch blades.

Then as one the Senior knights began to chant

'Deprived of kin we have fostered you,
Deprived of light we have illuminated you,
Deprived of knowledge we have taught you all,
Deprived of purpose we bid you rise.'

Amon stood before replying, head still bowed.

'Bound by sand, bound by blood I serve,
Bound by faith, bound by honour I serve,
Bound by deed, bound by courage I serve,
Bound by life, bound by death I serve.'

With that the Senior Knights' swords ceased to glow, and in unison they placed their right hand closed in a fist over their hearts in salute.

'Amon'hotep Ysathar, we bestow upon thee the title of Sorcerer Knight of the Sands. May you serve well and live long brother' proclaimed the Senior Knights in unison.

Since then Amon has served diligently, whatever the Archmage has required Amon has been keen to serve his people.

Skills:
Warrior: Having been raised from youth to fight there are few weapons or unarmed techniques that Amon hasn't studied if not mastered. He may be a young man lacking in experience compared to his elder knights, but he is still a lethal opponent to meet no matter the circumstances.

Educated: Amon spent a great many hours of his youth in deep study and contemplation. When not otherwise engaged Amon can often be found studying new books and scrolls or even writing his own adding his own thoughts to the immense libraries of the Pesegae.

Master of Decorum: Whilst not as knowledgable as a courtier or civilian magistrate, Amon is still well aquatinted with the etiquette and protocol of high society. He is at ease when dealing with those outside the order, able to represent the interests of the Pesegae and the Kingdom professionally and in a most articulate manner.

Important Possessions:

Ra'Kes: This enchanted scimitar was forged by Amon when he was 14 as part of his training within the Knights Pesegae. The weapon is elaborate in design covered in arcane runes and is bound with Salamander hide.

Ro'Kai-es: This is a curved dagger, similar to its twin blade Ra'Kes this small nimble blade is covered in arcane symbols and bound with Salamander hide.

Relationships:

The Knights Pesegae: Whilst specifically a Knight of the House of the Sands, Amon is a Knight of the Pesegae above all else and gladly serves alongside his fellow knights. The knights all view one another as brothers and sisters in arms and will gladly defend one another to the death if needs be.

Kalophis: A hawk that Amon was gifted on his 13th birthday, Kalophis has been a constant companion of Amon's. Blessed with an extremely long lifespan this bird accompanies Amon almost anywhere he goes, acting both as Amon's and ears. Amon is able to use his abilities as a telepath to perceive the world through Kalophis' senses if he wishes, whilst this leaves him somewhat vulnerable as it deprives him of using his own senses, it is a scouting tool beyond compare.

Ormuhzd: A giant Salamander, Ormuzhd has served as Amon's steed for as long as he's known how to ride. Nimble and fast across the scorching desert sands Ormuzhd is indispensable to Amon allowing him to cover great distances at speed.

A trader riding a giant salamander

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@Narcotic Dollie Here we are, all good to go.

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This episode! This episode! GAAAHHH

http://roosterteeth.com/episode/rwby-season-3-9

High-Fantasy Mystery Game?

@ArenaSnow Fair enough there are a fair few of those around.

Perhaps a walled city might work?