

In preparation for a new game element, we have added an encampment for the slavers by the ship in Slaver's bay and a new base for the knight group, situated on the high plateau above the ruins temple. Both these camps will be safe zones for the groups and will have means to earn K$ for the members of the groups.
We are also planning a base for the djinn group for the next day or so.
The harem is also ready and anyone interested in the position of harem master/mistress please contact Kora or Zhella for further details.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
New Encampment for Knights and Slavers!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Rock is challenging Lizzy! Tomorrow at 2pm SLT
Rock and Lizzy have just had their first fight today in the arena. Rock won the first fight. Tomorrow there will be another 1-2 fights to decide who is the best.
Please come and support your local hero ;-) - whoever he/she may be....
When: Thursday June 12, 2008 at 2:00PM
Where: Arena,Kingdom of Sand
The Champion Challenge
~ Kingdom of Sand ~
Champion Challenge Rules
If you wish to make a challenge to become KoS champion first contact the Current Champion through IM. His/Her name is displayed on the champions board at the arena and at the marketplace just inside the main gate.
If both are agreed on the challenge then set a time that is convenient to both of you.
If possible try to set a day and time that is good for all members of KoS as this will make for better attendance at the event.
Next, contact an Admin who will make a group announcement about the challenge, giving the time and day etc.
All challenges take place within the Arena.
Rules.
- If the Champion does not turn up at the arena, and has not previously warned of their absence, then the challenger takes the title by default.
- The championship will be decided over the best of three rounds.
- No punching, kicking or eye gouging
- Only legal KoS weapons maybe be used. If you are not sure check with admins before event.
- A challenger cannot re-challenge the champion for 1 week.
- A new challenger can challenge the champion at any time.
- The winner will be given the Champions sword (see it in the Landing area ) and the title of KoS Champion. Your profile picture will also be displayed on the Championship board. From then on others may challenge you back. Please make sure your Profile is not hidden from search as we will take your picture from it for the challenge board.
Current Champion: Lizzy Byrd
IM her to schedule a challenge.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Yukie Yoshikawa - Djinn
Name: Yukie Yoshikawa
Age: Unknown in human standards
Your group: Djinn/Trouble maker
Brief background story of your character:
It isn't known wether this mischievious trouble maker was ever ranked within the Djinn social standards. She rarely speaks and usually gets into more trouble than she causes as most of her pranks backfire. Unable to cast any serious or influential magics due to the restraints placed on her by the higher order of Djinn she wanders around curious of the surroundings of the mortal relms.
Occassionally displaying her temper when her pranks backfire in the form of threatening weather changes she is unable to actually use her magic to have any affect. Smoke and mirrors is this Djinni's capabilities as her powers are restrained by the shackles she wears.
Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Constantly curious yet at the same time disinterested. Likely found to be wandering around aimlessly until something catches her attention. Rarely though will anything hold her attention for long though. She's fast and evasive although unable to produce any real magic she's found most likely to fall prey more to her own pranks backfiring than anyone else being caught by them.
Often and easily distracted by whim and whimsey it would also seem that there is one type of interaction that does overwhelm her and hold her attention, even if for a temporary period of time.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Go Fishing!
If you are tired to eat sheep eyes and steak offered at the local Inns, here is your chance to get some fresh fish to cook at the camp! And you even get paid!
Go around the Slaver's Bay with the boat. It sails from the dock (when available).
Watch out for the sharks!
MichelleNackt Low - Prey/Slave
Name: MichelleNackt Low
Age : 19
Your group: Prey/Slave
Brief background story of your character:
From before my tenth year I have little or no memory but of a sailing ship and traveling. How I came to be on this ship I know not. I remember waking in a warm bed with soft coverings to the gentle motion of the sea. I recall the kindness and concern my father showed me while he watched over me night and day during my delirium from fever. My father was always kind to me and often sat and told me stories of sea battles and many strange and distant lands. He would sit and talk with me listening to my thoughts and dreams, brushing my golden hair, which always seemed to fascinate him. His dark hair and face were a strange contrast to my fair skin and golden tresses. Later he left the sea and retired to a small cottage high on the white cliffs were we might see the ships below. My life was wonderful and happy until father’s health began to fail. The only cure was for him to move to a fairer climate doctors said. So we traveled from the balmy shores and white cliffs of our home in search of a gentler climate to ease fathers ailing health. We traveled by sea and landed in many places seeking to make our new home but never remained for long in any place. Father seemed restless as if something was driving us onward. We set out on our last journey together in a smaller ship, the only one setting sail at father’s chosen time. On the third night of our voyage as I slept, I had a dream like many times before but this night in place of foretelling good tidings and happiness my dream foretold horrible destruction. In my dream my loving protector and guide came to me. Agrona this time had no good tidings and no words of comfort. “My child she said as always I will protect you and woe be it to him that wishes to take your life but now comes a time of testing for you. In this night all which has kept you in loving comfort will be taken from you and you will be cast into a strange land. Many will pursue you and take you, this is my plan, but finally one will come who I have sent. You must demonstrate the strength to accept my will and give of yourself freely until I am satisfied that you are worthy but until that time, know this, you are mine, and I will continue to keep you as I always have. Now awake and bid your father of this world farewell.” I ran to my father, waking him and telling him my dream and to my surprise he did not comfort me but began to shake and tremble to the point that I wanted to comfort him. He then told me that I was not truly his child but had been given to him for safe keeping by the goddess Agrona with the knowledge that in the day she took me from him he would die. This is the day of my death and I welcome it he said. I listened in horror as my father told me first that he was not my true father and that he was also about to die. I sat at his feet and cried with my face upon his knee while he told me of my early life. He told me that he took me from a northern ship as instructed by Agrona. No one on the ship was allowed to live except me and he knew not of my real mother and father. He stroked my hair as he told me of his instructions to take me and protect me with his very life. He lifted my face to his looked into my eyes then kissed my forehead. As he moved away and attempted a smile for my sake there was a horrible crash in the bowels of the ship as if the ocean itself had torn out her keel. I screamed and tried to clutch to my father as all went black… I awoke some time later on these shores alone and orphaned a second time in my short life crying over my loss and wondering what was to become of me…
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Prince Omar-Tighri Sharif (Tim Deschanel)
Royal : Prince Omar-Tighri Sharif ( The honorable Red Tiger ) Son of the great Sultan Q-Adir Ebrahim (powerful , capable father of multitudes) from the Great Kingdom to the North of Ireem.
SL Name: Tim Deschanel
Prince Omar-Tighri Sharif, has attracted the eyes of women for almost as long as he can remember. He is a novelty among the men of the region, possessing blond hair and blue eyes. In fact his dashing good looks are only amplified by the one physical trait which gives away the desert blood running through him, his dark, swarthy skin that remains forever browned in the sun.
The Prince has lived a privileged existence. Son to one of the most powerful Sultans of the desert he has not wanted for anything. His mother was a french woman who taught him the ways of the "Occidental ". A favored son of the Sultan Q-Adir Ebrahim he was afforded a European education. Sent to France to study at a Royal academy he learned to appreciate the study of science and the arts. However, during this time his most favored area of study had to do with the fairer sex gaining an appreciation of western woman who, like his own mother, displayed a sense of awareness and independence that seemed more assertive than most of the woman in his fathers Harem.
His best friend at the Academy was a handsome, dark haired Count named Jean Malfort. Despite any cultural difference the two men bonded as brothers. They were soon recognized as being two of the most notorious skirt chasers in Paris The two men were almost impossible to resist. During the height of the social season they were nearly always found in the center of a bevy of beauties, eager to be compromised by one or both of the young men.
Upon completion of his education , Prince Omar-Tighir sadly left his carefree existence to return to his homeland and to the responsibilities that awaited him as a Sultans Son.
His father would be expecting him to take his first wife and while the young Prince could enjoy his pick of any woman in the Kingdom to be his first bride he found himself hesitant to do. His natural male urges imagined the benefits of having many wives but his experience as his mothers son showed him that the jealousy of the Harem created many conflicts he would rather avoid. No Omar-Tighri intended to break from traditions and take but one wife and this being the case he was in no hurry to wed when so many lovely ladies still clamored for his attention.
So he remained in his fathers Kingdom dutifully fulfilling all the responsibilities of his position save for this one until the day came that his father, having requested and audience with him to discuss the affairs of the Kingdom decided it was time he put his foot down.
"My son why do you wish to make my existence so difficult?"
" How so my father? What cause have I to make you you displeased with me?"
The older man leaned forward jabbing his finger towards his son with each word as if to drive the point home. "Why have you not yet taken a wife?"
The Prince shaking his head "father I shall marry and you shall have many grandchildren but all in time.... I am young yet and i see no reas ...
" No! No Time ...It is done. I have chosen a wife for you "
"Chosen a wife for me father? You can not mean to tell me ..."
"yes! I do mean ...she is from the kingdom of Ireem ..." ignoring his sons stunned expression " her father was the great Sultan when he died she was just a small child, too young to take the throne. her aunt was only a few years older almost a child herself and she took the difficult responsibilities of Sultana. "
" I beg you father not to do this..let me ...."
"SILENCE!! YOU ARE MY SON AND YOU WILL HONOR MY WISH!" after a few moments of silence he continued more quietly " Her Aunt the Sultana Zanlu has requested a match. NNNNNaaa listen my son this is a good match. Good for our kingdom and good for Ireem. Your marriage to the Princes will bind our Kingdoms and no on will dare challenge our combined power"
" I have no say then father? "
"None, it is done. You will marry her in a fortnight. Ready yourself for you leave for Ireem in the morning to meet your bride" Seeing the despondent look on his sons face the great Sultan softened "Son this woman you marry as is your duty to our Kingdom..you can choose many other brides after..the ones of your own choosing. It will not be so bad"
Prince Omar -Tighri shrugged hopeless. "No my son it is true ..it is said Princess Sarai Nahara is a kind and beautiful lady and that she is lush for bearing many babies ... your good friend the Count Jean Malfort has sais as much "
" Jean what does Jean know of this? "
after a long pause the Sultan spoke "It was he who delivered the proposal from the Sultana..he spoke of you to her in such glowing terms that she decided to offer the match for her niece."
Prince shook his head in disbelief "What ? Jean got me into this..why I will see him hanging by his toes for this one.."
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And So the Handsome Prince found himself promised to the Princess Sarai Naharra of Ireem--He departed for Ireem despite his reservations ands swallowed any further protests knowing they would prove futile and only serve to anger his father. He had lived as he wished for many years, indulged in his youth but now still a young man at 27 he was about to take the very mature step of taking a wife.
Princess Sarai Nahara (Jacqueline Aluveaux)
The backstory of Princess Sarai Nahara
SL Name: Jacqueline Aluveaux
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Throughout the night of endless stars
I saw as in a dream
Arising from the swirling sands
The towers of lost Ireem.......
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The Great Sultan, of Ireem is dead. I mourn his loss though it has been several years and I suspect I shall all the days of my life for he was my father and I loved him dearly. I am the Sultans eldest child- Princess Sarai Nahara . I am 18 but feel mature beyond my years. Life sometimes has a way of making a person grow up quickly. In my case I have had little choice.
Father had many in his Harem, but only two wives. His favorite wife, Annabella, was my mother. She was a French Noblewomen and his captive prior to being elevated from the harem to become his wife. Father often teased mother saying that as an infidel it was only because of her bewitching beauty and grace that she was finally honored with the status of favored wife. Despite being forced into captivity, my mother soon grew to love her captor.
I have a half sister, Princess Merhri. She and I were born a few months apart. Her mother died during child birth and my mother took Merhri under her care as if she were her own flesh and blood. Mehri and I are very close, in fact we are as close as any sisters might be. I adore her and she is my best friend and confidant. I can trust her with my life.
After mothers death I became fathers constant companion. Some of my fondest memories of those years are of my father and I riding out onto the dunes together on his prized Arabian steed. As father had no male heirs I was groomed to assume the responsibilities as his Royal Heir and protector of our people but when father died I was stunned and ill prepared to assume the role. I felt lost and overwhelmed. At 10 years of age the mantel of Ruler and Kingdom was too much to bare. Mehri and I were only children and we found ourselves left alone with only servants and loyal knights as our comfort until the day our aunt Zanlu, our fathers beloved sister, returned to Ireem to take his place on the throne.
When our dear aunt returned to Ireem, she was scarcely 17 years of age. She assumed the role of governing the Kingdom and in doing so aunt Zanlu gave up her dreams to do her duty. She was kind and loving and despite the burden of her new position she was always there to offer Merhi and I her love and support. Since her arrival sister and I have wanted for nothing. I am grateful and hold her in the highest esteem. I believe she truly has the best interest of her Kingdom and people at heart. I am confident in her love, her loyalty and friendship. She has sacrificed her dreams to fulfill her obligations and to serve as the Sultana. I strive to be a make her proud and I remember my fathers words when he instructed me in the roles and responsibility's of Royalty.
Once again my life is undergoing tremendous change. Like my Aunt before me, I am being asked to put my aside my wishes to do what is in the best interest of the Kingdom and my people. Aunt Zanlu has arranged a marriage with the son of a very great and powerful Sultan. His Kingdom is to the North of Ireem. The Alliance this marriage will bring will be of benefit to both the Kingdoms. Individually we are great but with our combined wealth and military power we will be untouchable. It has been a whirl wind month since Auntie asked me dine with her privately so she could break the news. I was stunned and unprepared for what she had to tell me and I readily admit that my initial response was to protest ...but I remembered my duty as a Royal I will do what best for Ireem and for her people. I will do as my Aunt the Sultana asks. Auntie Says I shall be pleased with this Prince- for he is said to be handsome and golden and smells of exotic spices. She says his mother, like my own was european and that he is not fat or soft like some Sultans sons I have met and that I will be his first wife. She did not say he was eager to be married but did stress that he is reported to be a man of duty, and honor. I find myself wondering what he thinks of this arrangement ?
I know the people of my Kingdom see my life as one of privilege. They see my pampered existent and they must certainly believe life is simple. I do live well, this is undeniable! I have never worried about were I would sleep, or what I would eat. I have Royal Guards and knights to protect me and handmaidens to brush my hair and bathe me. My skin is oiled in fragrant scents and I am clothed in the finest textiles. The Palace servants see to my to every need. I have everything a young woman might want, but I do not have the luxury of marrying for love.
Lastly there is this...As of late my sister Princess Mehir and I have discovered some things that have begun to shake our Royal and sheltered existence. My sister and I share a gift of sight that we inherited from our grandmother. The gift is said to skip a generation and so our father and our aunt did not receive it. We see things ..usually in dreams and as of recently the dreams have taken a darker turn. We are confused by what we are being shown...But we believe that we are being given a warning. All is not as it appears in Ireem ..all is not well. We fear that if things continue as they are Ireem will be destroyed and no marriage, no alliance, no amount of wealth or military force will turn the tide to our destruction. To make things worse our dear aunt assures us that her advisors are well informed and report that all is as it should be in Ireem. She thinks our visions are but fearfull, childish night terrors and that sister and I are worrying over nothing but sister and I feel she is being deceived by her advisors. That they are not telling her the truth in fact they deliberately keeping her in the dark.
I dread that things will become more and more bleak, until the paradise that was once the Ireem of our forefathers is forever destroyed. I do not know if it is possible to change the fate of Ireem or if it is inevitably set in its course, but both Mehri and I believe that we have no choice but to try and set it right. Understanding that we will need help if we are to combat the dark forces that wish to devour our Kingdom, we seek to build a secret coalition to work alongside the knights. Spy's, Prophets, warriors and Holy Men sworn to oath to protect and combat these dark forces. To defend Ireem and protect the Sultana.
Princess Mehri Abriel (Lillie Vella)
The backstory of : Princess Mehri Abriel ((Lillie Vella))
Inspired by the Story base line provided below:
My Mother was the Sultans first wife. I understand he married her to fulfill his duty to beget heirs and hoped she would bare him sons. Sadly my mother was reported to be a cold women, who sought at every turn to undermine his power and conspired against him. She was beautiful, but power hungry and she used her feminine wiles to captivate men and control them. She resisted my fathers advances so it was no surprise that it took her so long to conceived. I was the first and only child she gave him. She was not pleased to be pregnant and cursed her thickening body. She took no joy in carrying me and was said to throw fits yelling and stating clearly that she had no wish to be a mother. I have often wondered if that was the reason she died giving birth to me. Perhaps she wished once too often not to be a mother. I never knew her and I somehow believe this is a blessing.
I am Mehri Abriel, the Sultan's second daughter, I became a source of light and joy in my Father the Sultans' eyes - for unlike my mother, I laughed readily, and was quick to demonstrate my loyal devotion to father. In fact other than my appearance I was very unlike my mother in every way.
My eldest half sister, the Princess Sarai Naharra and I were born 7 days apart. After the death of my mother, Annabella, Sarai's Mother took me to her breast and raised me as her own child. She taught me about love, trust and devotion. When she died I mourned the loss of the only mother I had ever known.
I am very close to my sister Sarai. We love each other beyond words. When Father passed She and I clung to one another. We were two lost children and looked to each other for reassurance. I look back now and I realize we were but babies really -ten year old orphans with no one to turn to. Then our aunt Zanlu arrived. I still remember the day. See her in my minds eye. She tried so hard to be brave for us. She came into the palace and rushed to our chambers sweeping us into her arms and hushing our fears. I realize now she must have been frightened too. Her whole world was also upside down but she was determined to be brave for us. She has been a mother, a sister, a role model and the Kingdoms Sultana. I adore her. She and Sarai are the two most important people in my life.
I value family above everything and this is why I am so determined to protect my sister and my aunt.
Sarai and have concerns about Ireem and about our Aunt Zanlu. Like my sister the Sarai, I have the gift of Sight and of Dreams. As of late she and I have become increasingly aware that all is not as it should be. We have experienced what a Palace Prophet has called :The Awakening.
Ireem is a place of terrible conflict and lawlessness you see. Slave trade flourishes and factions battle for supremacy even as life inside the Palace seems tranquil and beautiful. We have both seen the visions and have struggled to understand all that we are meant to understand.
The Awakening:
The dream is pleasant at first. Sister and I are in a Royal caravan that travels the sands outside Ireem. It is beautiful,we note... somehow more beautiful than we've ever known it to be; almost perfect, a paradise. It occurs to us that this is the Ireem of yesteryear. The Ireem of the ancients. The caravan passes the ancient ruins...we blink in disbelief for now, in this Ireem, the fallen pillars stand upright rather than strewn on the desert floor.
Then a wind begins to blow across the desert. It begins as slow cold breeze...cold? Why cold, we wonder? Somehow we realize we are in a dream? Then we wonder how we could both be having the same and wonder if it is even possible for such a thing to occur.
The winds continues to build, picking up force with each gust. Soon a desolate howl accompanies the gusts as they whip across the desert floor stirring up the dust and sands. Sarai and I turn into the winds…. only to see dark foreboding clouds approaching, and a wall of sand that threatens to swallow us and the city. We sense doom, destruction, evil. It is overwhelming... the darkness brings with it cold... freezing cold and soon they we are aware that we are in the sand... struggling to breath, hiding our eyes... blinded, the sand stings our skin…then laughter… insane laughter swirls around us and the cries of the lost, unearthly and cold as death.
Suddenly it stops and we wonder how it is possible we are still alive. We turn to see what is left of Ireem. Rubble and sand and desert... Gone is the glory of the Palace, the fountains, the markets... Just gone as if they had never even been there. A black raven flies overhead and lands on what appears to be a skull. stacked near a wall of bodies…. men , women and children ...and then we scream our voices carried off into the winds!
This was the dream I awoke from - I sat upright and swinging my feet off the bed I ran up the tower stairs to my sisters room.
I found Sarai is sitting in upright in her bed, drenched with sweat, breathing heavily. For a moment we simply stare at each other, then Ii spoke..."You dreamt it too this time? The nightmare?”
Sarai just sat there a moment shaking her head as if she hoped to banish the visions that lingered. She looked at me a moment in confusion before realization seemed to dawn on her . "Ireem? You dreamt of Ireem too?"
I nodded grimly, “I have been having the same dream from time to time since we were but infants… but now almost every night I dream this.” Shaking, I came closer, then climbs into her bed.
Then she told me "I had the same dream Mehri...... I think it was gone… all gone." Shivering, Sarai turns to me and asked" The raven then? You saw the raven?" I nodded solemnly and Sarai took a deep steadying breath, "Ahhh then, it is as I feared, an omen of things to come."
So you see we share much sister and I --most of all we share a burden regarding the future of Ireem. Can we change destiny? Even if it is were written in stone..have we a choice but to try?
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Derin Al-Djinn of the Ifrit
Derin Al-Djinn of the Ifrit
SL Name: Derin Swenson
Born of Ifrit tribes that opposed the tribes of Al'Yazid, Derin was born of evil, raised amoungst deprivaty and was made to suck the sweet nectar of corruption. His Father, Shaharam a dark chieftain of his tribe, held in regard the ways of might and supremecy. The power of the Magi's magic and influence that they had stolen from the Djinn were unforgivable and he was one of the first to side against the Magi, going so far as to openly take on a demonic advisor for it's power and knowledge.
But not all hope was lost for this young Djinn, a product of the terrible Ifrit nomadic tribes, for his mother was a beautiful, kind hearted Djinn who was born amoungst the soft hearted tribes of the Sila Djinn. Taken captive at a young age by Shaharam, she was very much his prized possession.
She would have faded away into the sands many moons before she had, if it weren't for her son. Though his father introduced him to all kinds of acts of evil, it was his mother's hand that had shown Derin the true motives of the demonic advisor by his father's side. It was his mother that had shown him the once inherent nobility of their race. Only once this was instilled did his mother finally disappear into the sands to embrace death.
Once his mother was gone, there was no longer a shield to corrupt the youth from his tribe's perverted acts. But he had been shown another age, one that had shown Djinn of all levels and tribes as noble beings. So Derin used the only gift of magic his mother had given him, he segmented a part of his conscienness away, deep within the recesses of his mind and he allowed his tribe's wickedness to take hold.
For 8 years he learned under Tarzak, his father's demonic advisor. For 8 years he had endured torture and ridicule. He was slave to a demon, yet he learned...that was the pact his father had struck with his advisor. Make his son, his heir into a powerful Djinn, able to crush the infidelic Magi and to banish the prophecy that would destroy his race.
But this was not to be, though he learned, and learned well all he could under such a short time, Derin had other plans in mind. It was his 21st day of birth, a time honored amoungst the Djinn as a time a young one came into his own power. All the knowledge and their inherent birthright came forth and the young one was finally called, truelly, a Djinn. It was during this comming of age ceremony that Derin struck. The ritual itself, different form tribe to tribe, included baptism in a pool of fire. The young Djinn upon rising from the pool felt his heritage for the first time.
It was during that intoxication of power that Derin lashed out in a flash of mystical power at his mentor, who was caught off guard. Drawing upon more power than he would normally undertake, at least for a long time, he banished the demon, Tarzak, to the pits of Hell. Causing chaos to errupt. Using the last of the knowledge the demon taught him, Derin dove once again into the fire and found himself smoldering on the desert floor.
He had used the fire as it was described to him to transport him elsewhere. Where that was, the unexperienced and underpowered Djinn did not know. He was free, and he would live his life not as his father led, but as he thought his mother would want him too.
Looking up, Derin looked upon a city made of spires, he knew not what city it was, but it was, hopefully far away from his former tribe. Derin slowly stood up and started walking towards it.
Personality:
Derin is a very hard Djinn. Weakness, is just that weakness. Though he was taught benevolence by his mother, he is still his father's son and takes what he needs or wants, either through force or manipulation. He hates demons with a passion and he agrees with his father in one thing, the Magi must be stopped, though his prejuidices are not blinding to the point of killing them on sight.
Callum Maktoum - Bedouin
Name (Full SL Name): Callum Maktoum
Age: 31
Your group: Bedouin
Brief background story of your character:
Born as a bedouin, he is used to the hard life in the deserts. After his parents were murdered by bandits, he swore revenge and followed their bloody trace to Samarkand, where he finally killed them. The Khan was impressed by this young and fierce fighter and made him Amir of the Immortals, the elite forces of Samarkand. Callum spend several years in service of the throne, until an intrigue did cost him his position. He had to flee to save his life and decided to go back to where he came from, his bedouin tribe. Things have changed a lot for him, but he soon started what he always was best at: fighting.
Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Callum is a proud bedouin, loyal to his leaders. He would sacrifice his life for his brothers in arms. When not looking for a fight or guiding his queen, he loves to have fun, sometimes with the head of a knight.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Harem Masters - Coming Soon!
Harem Masters
Coming Soon!
- Only 4th level players (either predators or knights) can apply to become Harem Master
- They will wear the citizen tag.
- They won't capture slaves, but they will buy slaves from predators
- Harem masters make money:
- hourly salary 12K$/hour
- renting slaves to occasional 'clients' of the harem
- paid activities in the harem (various animations)
- Although they own the harem and the slaves, in all other parts of the palace, they should respect the peace and tranquility of the Sultana's residence,.
- The Harem Master can always resign at any time and return to be Predator or Knights.
You have the option to buy your freedom at any time and become a citizen and get a job within the city.
If you are rented out to harem clients, you will remain within the palace facilities. The harem services will range from bath, massages, full service, etc.
If you are interested in a position as Harem Master, please IM an Admin for authorization.
Keil Ansar - Gardener
SL Name: Keil Ansar
Role: Citizen / Gardener
I was born in the poorest family of Ireem. My family and I have always been known hunger. And I had to work all my life, days and nights.
When I was 6 years old, my father promised me as wife to my cousin, who was the blacksmith of the village. When I was 16 years old I got married with him.
Today I am 29 years old. I have 10 sons, and an old husband (43 years old), and he is at the end of his life. However, he is not a bad husband. He beats me only three times a week.
Luckily some days ago I met Stuey, the gardener of the Sultana's palace and he offered me a job to become his chief assistant.
This is hard work. It is not easy to find water in the desert, but it is okay for me. I love the plants, and I talk with them all day, because they are my only friends.
By nature I am a little strange. I am curious and sometimes spiteful.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Daniella Oldrich (Dani) - Minstrel / Prey
IC name: Dani, though her real name is unknown
SL name: Daniella Oldrich
IC Age: 19
The hot sun beems overhead as she lefts a slender arm to wipe the sweat from her brow. Slavers? She'd been travelling with slavers. She had to be more careful. Her blue eyes survey the desert anxiously, her ears perking as she listens for sounds in the distance. Nothing. She sighs heavily her thoughts escaping her as she collapses on the stone floor of what she thought of now as her sanctuary. The city wasn't too far off, she had time to rest.
She was a joker of sorts, at least, that was the nice way to put it. She is a beautiful face with darkness hidden deep in those bright blue eyes, and sticky fingers behind her soft touch. She stolen from the slavers, as she had from all those who'd been nice enough to help the young minstrel. She'd weave wonderous stories for them at night, all the was up until that final night. She'd sneak out from the tent they'd be nice enough to build for her, and rob them of food and anything of value that was not too risky. Is it wrong? She shrugged as she laid there, the girl never had family, they'd given her up a very long time ago, or so she'd been told. The girl had been raised by a rugged man, from far, very far, north he'd told her. A small smile played on her lips, he'd been the first pale faced man she'd met that had been nice, civil even.
She learned everything she knew from him, right down to charming the pants off of a man. She smirked now, sitting up and letting her gaze fall on the city, Ireem. The possibilities were endless for this twice orphaned child, almost as endless as her lies.
Personality
Dani, as she likes to be called now, can be quite kind and generous, but equally as greedy: an oppotunist to the fullest. Behind her kind eyes and warm smile is a coldness that only a few can pick up on.
Maryam Amoufhaz - Bedouin
MARYAM AMOUFHAZ Malikat as-Sahara' Queen of the Desert
Group:predator/bedouin
Age:21
Maryam bint Abd Ar-Rahman I,arab princess,is the only descendant of the royal Amoufhaz family that once ruled in Qal'a an-Nissa',capital of the Reign of Siqilliya.One day her kingdom was invaded by a fierce and powerful tribe,coming from a far desertic land,that wanted to take the power over the reign whose head was Ponzio Rossini.Maryam's family was murdered,except her.She had touched Sheikh Ponzio's heart with compassion,so he decided he would take care of the little princess and took her with him to the city of Ireem.Maryam,little but proud child,at first refused Ponzio's care and many times tried to escape from the man who had made her an orphan and who later took her under his protection.Years passed and Maryam started to appreciate Ponzio,after all if he hadn't saved her she would have been dead.Respect and affection were the prevailing feelings in her heart.Life in the desert was hard for her,as she wasn't used to such a simple life,that same life that would make her a strong and honourable warrior.As she became a woman Ponzio stopped seeing her as the little princess he had brought up and he married her as his only wife.At Ireem there is still someone who belongs to Maryam's past,Costantino Forcella,a brave knight who had promised her father to protect her whatever happened before she was kidnapped by Ponzio.Costantino thought Maryam was killed as it was for all Amoufhaz family.When he found out his worst enemy,Ponzio,had taken her with him he promised himself he would take revange and let Maryam live a free life.
Character/personality traits/strenght/flaws
Maryam is a proud and fierce warrior.She has a great sense of honour and she really demands mutual respect from the others.Al-kalama,the power of the word,is a weapon she can use very well for her interests and for keeping the peace between the predators and the knights at Ireem.Her noble origins make her a very fine and cultured lady with big love for bellydancing and singing.She is a brilliant entertainer herself.One thing she cannot accept is when people take advantange of her goodness and peaceful attitude...Then she will chase you and take revange no matter at what cost...And it will be your end...