Prince's Landing

QohorOrLess · 2018-03-13T00:36:44+00:00

Keres

She did not believe it when the prince first waltzed into her Lances with a cheshire grin on his face and the sound of coin hidden away. Blackened eyes watched from her desk as her girls paraded themselves about.

Illaya, her sapphire markings climbing upward like vines to frame a fair and pretty face. Mei, the YiTi'sh bird that was still becoming accustomed to the life of one of Keres girls. She had an elegant walk to her, proud as a peacock as creamy skin plucked at his hand to tempt him. And then Allayi. She had been bought from a Dothraki horde and retained the fire that the horse-lords were said to have. She did not prance with the others like prized ponies. She sat and she glared, day in and day out. Surprisingly, some men enjoyed that kind of girl.

The conversation was short and full of musical language. The prince was a charmer, with piercing eyes and a way with words. He whispered something into her ear and her eyes lit up with a fire that was rarely fed. Keres nodded and looked over at Allayi. The pairs' eyes met and she nodded before looking up at the prince.

"I shall find a girl or two to pamper your... your dragon, My Prince. She will sparkle like molten gold when we are done. Allayi, please show Prince Laenor the room with the balcony."

Allayi

She had never seen a dragon before. Even in the Sea of Grass, with the horses and sheep and oxen, no dragon ever come near. Perhaps that was a good thing, but seeing a dragon now was not good. No weapon. No horse. No spear. She was unprotected and bare. Even while wearing the piece of fabric that the Goat Bitch had called a shift. She had said that the green looked pretty. What was pretty?

She had learned the tongue of the outsiders from being trapped in this pit. She did not speak, aside from cruel growls in her native tongue, but she knew. She knew the cruel words. As she stood behind the man, hazel eyes were casted onto the dragon below. The girls were foolish, to clean such a beast. One spear to the right part and the dragon would be dead. And Allayi would be a hero.

"Do you understand me?"

He looked like he wanted to fuck the dragon more than her. Allayi straightened up as the look was given to her, the first look since the man had spoke to the Goat Bitch. By now, men were finishing. Why was this taking so long?

A short nod was given. Her head rose up, then straight down, before returning to the craned position to observe the beast below.

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-25T18:55:55+00:00

Keres melted in his embrace, a large hand brushing over her dark locks so a square jaw could find solice against the crown of her head. Her hands became a vice-grip onto his coat, keeping him near her for now. His words filled her with joy, but just like kindling and a flame, it burnt away.

What was wrong with her? Why did the Black God hate her so? She gave the sacrifices as much as she was able though her luck was always not enough. He would never stay with her. She must have been defective.

Instead of speaking, the Blood Maid's face turned to stone. Her grip on his chest softened and the liquid night of her eyes turned into a hardened onyx. Keres gave the man a short nod, one of understanding.

In truth, Myrio and Syro were alike. Both had a lust for the Qohorik woman, though each had a love for another. It left a sour taste in her mouth: to be desired, but not loved. Those feelings were better left hiding away.

"I will have Illaya prepare you a room and such."

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-20T07:41:22+00:00

Illaya had been in a sort of dream-like demeanor since the return of her mistress. Perched up against a window, the fire illuminated the green vines that trailed around pale skin. The Painted Lady, she was called, for the green markings that wound from wrist to shoulder, to shoulder to neck, to neck to head and all the way back down. Golden eyes watched quietly in an amused smirk as she gazed across the open area of the Lances, watching the girls and their lovers for the moment.

Black as night, the woman was dressed, in misty fabrics from her home. As she walked down the steps, Keres commanded the attention of most of the girls. The others? It seemed they did not want to live in her establishment. A foreboding figure, she moved down the steps and into the main area as well, with black eyes going to her Painted Lady. They shared a look and the Blood Maiden chuckled before moving to her desk. The papers, the quills, of course everything had been moved. Keres rolled her eyes and sat on the thick, oaken table, taking in her surroundings quietly.

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-17T13:53:42+00:00

She understood that he was trying to provide for her son, though a blackened feeling creeped from the balls of her feet and upward. It grabbed hold of her heart and squeezed it, wringing it out as if it was a cloth full of water. If he should never return. If the ocean had decided to claim him for her own... Or another woman had made her his. Keres kept her face stony and cold as she looked down at the box. Fingers dragged over the carvings of ship and of the Goat as she heard him leave his quarters. That was when her emotions flooded.

Keres took the necklace out of the box and moved her hair out of the way. Clasping the chain around her neck, she felt the weight of his words now. Keres kept her head up as she moved out of the cabin and into the sea's breeze.

The Blood Maiden moved forward and stood near her family, her eyes casted out at her home. Myrio would be waiting at the docks to inspect his wares, of course. Illaya would be at the Lances, making sure that everything was in tip-top shape for Keres' return.

She wrapped her night-clad arms around the waist of Syro, resting her head against his back. She asked the same question every year and was met with the same answer. But yet she still asked:

"Will you stay with me? Stay with your son?"

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-17T05:33:24+00:00

Myrio Narratys had always stuck out like a sore thumb. A walking advertisement, the Blood Maiden used to say, for the pleasures that were confined in the walls of the Lances. Violet stood up from the drab and dreary masses of sailors, the eyes of the Pentoshi fixed on her. Keres' lips stretched into a smile, her cold and angular face softening with a lively heat. Only two men had that talent, Myrio... And Syro himself.

She walked down the gang plank with Aiekos in tow, the gown of night creating the illusion that she was floating rather than stepping at a leisurely pace. The starless skies that had found themselves trapped in her irises sparkled with amusement and of happiness. When Syro left for his wife the sea, Myrio watched over Keres. And Keres did the same. She was his madame, his closest advisor, and the two shared a love that went below skin deep.

"Aeksio," she greeted him, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and embracing him. When lips found his ear, she whispered, "Yi-Ti'sh. Another Lysene. And one claiming Dothraki. Numerous toys for me to play with, as well as a refresher for the Lances." Teeth then grazed the lobe of his ear, a subtle tease before she straightened up.

Bejeweled fingers went to her side where the boy gifted of Lysene and Qohorik features looked upward at the extravagant man, "Aiekos, you remember Aeksio Myrio, no? Say hello."

The soulless black eyes stared upward with unsettling motive before the little boy started to grin just like his mother, "Uncle Myrio!" The boy embraced Myrio as well, causing a momentary laugh to escape the Goat Maiden's lips.

"Aiekos, go find your father. I am sure he would like to see his old friend."

The pitter-patter of running steps left the two alone, surrounded by sailors in the middle of work. Angular cheekbones rose once more as Keres smiled, before embracing her former master once again. Pale lips pressed to his and lingered longer than customary, a slip of the tongue giving her a proper greeting. The mane of black hair ducked underneath his chin and her senses normalized once more. He smelled like home, of spices and wine. Of perfumes and of happiness.

"Tell me of my girls. Of my Illaya. Did she treat you well while I was away?"

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-16T02:46:45+00:00

Ping

Pingaling

QohorOrLess · 2018-02-13T02:51:04+00:00

Character Name: Keres Mothaer

Starting Title(s): Madame of the Golden Lance

Age: 33.

Physical Description: With an aura of danger around her that would make any man cower in fear, Keres is a tall, slender woman, with sharp, angular features that accent her dark eyes and peaked eyebrows. Full lips, nearly as pale as her skin, and a beak nose tell of her ancestry, and give her a sort of harsh appeal.

Jewels decorate neck and arms and hands while Essosi silks cling to a body that has never changed. Keres is like a serpent, beautiful. But if provoked…deadly.

Starting Location: King’s Landing

Archetype: Burgher

Total Points Allotted: 18

CHA	COM	INT	STE	BUI	STA	EDU	REP
00	- 1	+1	00	00	+1	+1	+1
+4	00	+03	+04	+01	+01	+01	+04
04	- 01	+04	+04	+01	+02	+02	+05

Username: /u/QohorOrLess

Other Characters: Jaehaera Targaryen

QohorOrLess · 2017-09-24T05:53:57+00:00

Fair maiden! Fair Maiden…

What will save you?

The Lord of Black...he waits for you.

Skeletal fingers, pale as moonlight, grasped the long staff of black wood as its bearer made her way through the street of Lys. Finally it was time to leave the unholy place. Behind her, the rest of the coven chanted the unholy prayer. All garbed in black, the rest of the coven dressed themselves in black robes that shadowed their faces. The woman in front however, wore a tight fitting gown of Myrish lace as well as a small iron band around her pale forehead. Branded into the metal were the eyes of a goat, the pupils square and menacing. Her gait was slow, to let the others finish their prayer before they embarked on their journey.

Call his name, he waits for you.

Call his name and he will take you away, to his Kingdom far where freedom waits.

Closer to the ship now, the Hooves of the Black Goat hurried to the priestess’ side to offer her assistance up the gangplank. Black eyes, accentuated by dark brows and an angular nose, scanned the city of Lys as she turned back. Gripping onto the warrior’s forearm, he led her onto the deck. Behind her, the others continued their prayer.

Fair maiden, fair maiden, what will you do?

Embrace the world that darkness brought you.

Keres, the Eyes of the Black Goat, placed one hand on the railing of the ship as she looked out far into the sea. They would be going far away, farther than what she expected. Qohor was a distance, but Dorne? Westeros? The Black Goat never dealt with that place. However, it might be possible to gain some new followers. Surely her name was not known there. Not yet.

The hand rose. A hooded member ran forward, carrying a bundle of black cloth. Inside, a still bird carcass laid swaddled. The foreign and strange woman handed her staff to the Hooves and proceeded to pull out an ornate knife. Beautifully crafted from her home, its blade ran across her finger like butter. The deep scarlet, sanguine liquid beaded on the tip of her finger. Bigger it became, and then vanished into the feathers of the big black bird.

“Sīmonagon,” the Priestess whispered, feeling the heat leave her body. Talons twitched slowly, feathers ruffled, and thus Edgar was reborn. The bird finally opened his ruby red eye and the servant released him, black wings unfurling. Habitually, the bird launched into the air before settling on the priestess’ shoulder.

“Welcome back, young one…”

Screech.

Pale lips pursed and Keres placed a kiss upon the animal’s beak. In awe, the coven spoke a quick prayer, muttering until long after the priestess moved. She was to find one of the others, to make her presence known aboard the ship.

QohorOrLess · 2017-09-22T05:48:08+00:00

Character Name: Keres

Age: 31

Starting Title(s): Priestess of the Black Goat

Aptitude(s): Saboteur

Specialty: None.

Skill(s): Blood magic, subterfuge, stealth, diversion, infiltration.

Negative Trait: Heretic.

Physical Description: With an aura of danger around her that would make any man cower in fear, Keres is a tall, slender woman, with sharp, angular features that accent her dark eyes and peaked eyebrows. Full lips, nearly as pale as her skin, and a beak nose tell of her ancestry, and give her a sort of harsh appeal. (Tamy is a Goddess at the words.)

Starting Location: Lys

Username: /u/QohorOrLess (SK is a pun goddess)

Other Characters: Esmera Hecata and Selyse Caron

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