Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 22:41:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/ShaibResidences.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Residences</strong></span></div><br>The thread is for all sorts of residences from the tents of the Bedu to the palaces of the Sultan and all things in between.&nbsp; In Sha’ib like most cities of Hadaree houses are built close together. A standard house has an open courtyard, where the family spends much of its time, a few proper rooms (somewhere to store food or valuables), and a flat roof, which is used as the kitchen, laundry room, and also for sleeping during the oppressive summers.<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Bedouin-tent3.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center">Post Header</div><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]&lt;insert image&gt;[/img][/floatleft][hr][b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race/Culture:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Day/Time:[/b] &lt;Morning, Noon, Afternoon, Evening are fine&gt;<br>[b]Tagged:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Seasons and Months</strong></span></span></div><br>The year is broken down into three major seasons: Alak Arkhet (Flood), Alak Paret (Harvest), Alak Shemu (Dry), and a short “holy” season. The major seasons consist of four months of 32 days each. Within each season, the months are called Amt (First), Baot (Second), Anshi (Third), and Tamith (Fourth). Holy season is a single 32 day month at the end of the calendar, and is called Alak Neteru (Season of the Gods) by the Faithful and Alak Suha (Season of Contemplation) by the Devoted.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Days &amp; Weeks</strong></span></span></div><br>Each month is broken down into four weeks of seven days, plus four extra days at the beginning. The weeks are numbered using the same notation as the four months of the each season. The seven days of the week are called Yaus al-Maat (Day of Balance), Yaus al-Kemi (Day of Flour), Yaus al-Hamala (Day of Lambs), Yaus al-Sesht (Days of Scribes), Yaus al-Niwt (Days of Houses), Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), and Yaus al-Nefar (Day of Freedom).<br><br>The first four days of each month, which always fall during the new moon, are sacred holidays, being considered very unfortunate times to do anything except pray to the gods (Faithful) or contemplate the Hamad in order to ensure one is living in accordance with Asaheem's way (Devoted). It is especially unlucky to conduct business deals, weddings, funerals, battles, or anything else of significance during this time. As a result, the four religious holidays have no name, and when citizens must refer to one of the four days, they do in general terms such as, “tomorrow” or “in two days.”<br><br>In order to give a specific date list the week number, the day, the month number, and the season. For instance,&nbsp; Anshi Yaus al-Sesht boat Alak Paret translates literally as, “The third Day of Scribes in the second month of Harvest Season.”&nbsp; Using the translation is fine.&nbsp; <strong>We are starting the game on: The first Day of Houses in the first month of Harvest Season</strong><br><br><div align="center">Calendar (http://plothook.net/tools/calendar.html)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 02:05:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Zidir<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Hadaree<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season),&nbsp; Late Twilight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe, Open<br><hr><br>Day of the River had dawned and passed mostly in good spirits at Zidir's establishment. Yesterday, aside from the meeting set up for today had for the most part been a regular slave pier day. Zidir had made a few good sales, bought new ones that would be easily sold for profit and even his slave assistant merchant had managed to get one trade in. The group had returned home in late afternoon for dinner prepared under instructions of another one of the merchant's personal slaves. Gubada, a slightly older woman already gathering both wrinkles and weight while still retaining a strangely elegant charm. It was unknown whether or not she was actually used by Zidir like most of his private slaves, but some liked to whisper such rumors and often with a giggle or chuckle on their lips. While whispers of the 'elephant matriarch' and Zidir may have been false jests, there was some seed of truth to be found in them. The master seemed to be able to see an enchanting side in everything or rather he went out of his way to see it. That day as well Zidir had went out of his way to search for members of particularly rare ancestry and managed to secure another jinn blooded whose heritage showed in their slightly bluish complexion. The poor thing had looked hollow, almost skeletal on chains and rags and gathered mostly pity and contempt. In his over a decade of slave trade Zidir had yet to understand why some people did not seem to grasp that keeping their property well fed rewarded in more ways than with good conscience and thanks. <br><br>That was essentially what he thought the arrangement with Ilhan and N'ebthe would be about. He was investing in the future of a slave quite like he did with with the poor Jinn blood. It was his first time really dabbling in education on this level. Himself being a self made man of simple origins Zidir had struggled to learn the letters and coins and would still make mistakes that ones of higher birth rarely committed. While he usually sought to teach the slaves it was all relatively simple things like manners to a wild Domadh or housework to a young child, nothing even close to the arts that N'ebthe was to learn from this man. How much would it increase her price, he wondered. This particular investment bore very little risks to him, but there was the duration to consider. Perhaps, he mused, it might be a good idea to consider finding teachers for his stock. It would be a simple matter of finding an educated slave for sale. <br><br>Zidir had given N'ebthe a good conversation of her situation to ensure that the blind shaman understood her situation as he could not be sure her eye had been on the present during the exchange between Ilhan and him. He had calmly though in a moderately disappointed and apologetic tone explained to her that Ilhan did not buy her. She was still his property, but for now could rest at ease. He would not go out of his way to try and sell her until she had gotten all out of Ilhan that was humanly possible. "Work hard on bettering yourself N'ebthe," he had said with a pondering look on him that looked through her into the future where he saw the same woman as one twice or ten times her current worth. "If he truly can teach you all he promises, you should rest at ease knowing that your future is secure. You will not be sold to any less than Emir. Some slaves of those high nobles lead even grander lives than myself."<br><br>Such was that evening. Yesterday of promises and hopes. Today had been one of anticipation. Early morning and afternoon Zidir had had troubles focusing. He had scribbled the contract anew thrice, asked Nafi' to look over it several times and still after hours he was not satisfied. His schemer's heart screamed for Zidir to add a loop hole there and bend a word here, but the matured merchant in him denied those thoughts. Rest of that day's duties had been done hastily or half wittingly, left for his slaves to finish. Even a moment of relaxing with his personal pleasure slave, a black furred Domadh woman, had not wholly dispelled all of the anticipation, though it had subsided enough to be kept under a guise of composure.<br><br>Finally came the promised hour. Late twilight fell upon the city and street of Scarab. Streaks of lighter blue clouds which would not bring rain floated too high above horizon to be dyed with the most vibrant shades of orange and red int he twilight spectrum. First stars, bright twinkling lights already pierced the sphere of sky. Dark blue shadows of the city grew deeper with approach of the evening into darkness where the line between ones feet and the sand of the streets melded into one blur. It was in evenings like these that one was reminded of how truly desolate a place Sha'ib was. Most buildings were devoid of sounds, dark empty vessels of light sand colored stone with windows like eyeless sockets. Those who houses that contained within light and life shone as guiding beacons in this ever dimming ocean. Zidir's as the brightest and biggest on this alley.<br><br>His house was many old stone buildings combined into one by removing walls and adding new ones. It was almost a little village in more than just appearance. The large space into which main entrance opened up was a vast hall, lined with pillows and furniture. A few dozen slaves did not even make the room look filled as they sat there chatting and spending time. Silks and fine decorative clothes hung on the walls. A pleasant incense lingered in the air as sticks resting in braziers around the room emanated a continuous trail of thick white smoke. Few candles were also lit in corners far away from the braziers to bring the overall illumination of the room into a low warm hue; bright enough just so to read. <br><br>Brightest was where Zidir sat, at the back of the vast hall, on the other side of the carpet expanse. A round table in front of him had cups and a tray filled with easy to eat snacks, fried crickets and some dates. Zidir was turned to face the dark furred slave in conversation while waiting for coffee to be brought to them. "...They are somewhat persistent. I am not sure if they'll really be satisfied with just that. I know these men and they are not the type to compromise. By Asaheem I truly do hope that they still respect our friendship or else we may be in for some tough times..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 06:56:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nefasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's Establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Zidir, Open<br><hr><br>N’ebthe was no fool – she knew she’d lucked out when it came to eventually ending up in Zidir’s ranks – but she likewise knew that for as good as the man was too his slaves he was a business man in every sense of the word. He wasn’t looking to make a <strong>good deal</strong>, he wanted to make out like a thief that had convinced his victim he was freely relieving them of an unneeded problem. Already she liked Ilhan, he was every bit as charming as Zidir made himself out to be but without that lingering scent of greed hanging upon his spirit. Already she knew that Ilhan would do great things in his life time while Zidir would trade great things. The ambitions of men were something to either stand behind or get out of the way of in these cases. So then why was she approaching Zidir as she was now? <br><br><i>”What are your plans for Ilhan..?”</i> The woman asked bluntly as she came before him in lush silks much more modest and complimentary on her curved form than the lengths of cloth he’d displayed her in amongst the slave piers. White, both one of the cheaper of silks while accenting her dark complexion in ways most rarely thought too, hugged over her previously barred breasts but left her midriff exposed for her would be buyer to be reminded of its sleek, mocha toned contours. <br><br><i>”The spirits are wary..”</i>&nbsp; And she eyed him warily all the same, even if glazed sheen of her amethyst hues remained on some distant item in some unseen place behind him. <br><br><br>Despite her offsetting and completely standoffish approach, the woman sported a tray of freshly brewed tea of her own personal mixture she was becoming somewhat famous for within his home – after all it created quite the relaxing and euphoric effect for its drinkers while revitalizing them all the same. She’d brought four cups along with it – one for Zidir, one for Ilhan when he arrived, one for herself and even one for the furred one at his side. She set the tray down near and began pouring both a share.<br><br><i>”It is not in my nature to be used as a tool for the harm of others.”</i> She offered him his cup and his companion hers. Did she think he meant the man harm? Will, some would think creating a bad deal was another was a show of ill will, right? <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 10:59:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Zidir<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Hadaree<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season),&nbsp; Late Twilight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe, Open<br><hr><br>Zidir tooks his eyes off of the one he had been speaking with and regarded N'ebthe with a smile. He noticed the tea she brought and motioned for her to bring it over so that they might begin sampling. "Do join. Ah, my plans for Ilhan? If the spirits of yours are wary then this should not be why. I quite like the man, despite him having some peculiar qualms about owning slaves when he seems to truly want one. Moreover, I know for certain that games with these sorts of sums will not cause him any real harm so rest assured if you worry for his well being. The kind Djaffir is not about to fall for an ugly trick written on paper." The grin that widened on Zidir really implied otherwise however, but there was much truth in his words.<br><br>The dark friend, Adila, accepted her cup with a quiet thanks and looked at Zidir when he spoke. She too had something to add in. The other slaves had gotten used to her not taking that great of an interest in possible buyers and this sudden worry of a strange man named Ilhan had them curious. She did not seem to mind gossiping in Zidir's presence as his personal slaves enjoyed much the same liberties as any family member would. While they would never interrupt him, some of them saw no reason not to steal the conversation from their master. "So N'ebthe," she spoke in rich honeyed tone that came from a small clever smile. "What sort of man does it take to catch the interest of the blind shaman? What is he like? I heard from Zidir that the Djaffir took of his mask and allowed you to touch his face, is this true?"<br><br>Both of the ones N'ebthe joined to sit with took their tea cups, one was pushed into an empty slot to wait for Ilhan. Zidir took his little clay mug on the palm and began sampling the brew with his nose while Adila took care of the conversation. He quite liked this mix. It was easier to drink in the evening than coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 17:25:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nefasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Zidir, Open<br><hr><br>N'ebthe took a seat at Zidir's untaken side and turned inward to face both her counterparts. Her own cup rested within her lap between her hands, occasionally reaching her plush lips for a savoring sip. There was honey amongst the tray for them to sweeten their tea if they wished but otherwise didn't bother to do so herself. However the indifferent glance Zidir had gained for the shaman told her just how much she truly believed him. <i>"You would do well to step with caution, blood wielder of Djinn. You of all must understand what consequences lie in dirtying unknown sands."</i> She warned shrewdly, a single brow lofting to accent her point before she allowed his companion to steal her attention away. <br><br><i>"The unique conflict with the overall pattern of a tapestry, and so they stand out as mistakes to most rather than the hints of personality shared from its weaver."</i> She did that often, it seemed - spoke in riddles and metaphors. It was something most shaman's delighted in; creating their own little world of mystery. <br><br><i>"His flesh was weathered from travel, his jawline decorated in the stubble of a man who cares little of what traditions say on a man's behave."</i> but what his actions do instead. <i>"His eyes are disks of silver reflecting the sky and his spirit wanders as fluidly as the prose leave his lips."</i> If she had said it with a more dreamy tone befitting a maiden it might have been thought she was in love, but she replied just as bluntly as N'ebthe ever did. <br><br><i>"Yes, it is true."</i> She offered Adila a small smile regardless then allowed curiosity to give her head a subtle tilt. <i>"And what of Zidir catches the eye of yourself?"</i> Perhaps it was cruel to ask the woman such a thing in the presence of the very person she was asking her opinion, would she flourish it with extra honey? Would she make a joke? How exactly would this woman respond? N'ebthe was actually curious. She always enjoyed observing the way people acted in and out of the presence of one another. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 19:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Zidir<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Hadaree<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Twilight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe, Open<br><hr><br>Zidir dismissed the warning with bit of a chuckle, "I'll take that under consideration, as soon as I get yesteryear's sand cleaned off my steps." Indeed it was no secret among the slaves that some troubles from his past had begun to surface and the shadow they cast on his house was bigger than any before. His old 'friends' they had introduced themselves as when two burly men of nefarious looks had barged into the slave house with saber's hanging from their belts. Zidir was keeping most of the details within his closest circle of slaves, but it did not take a shaman to read that his overall demeanor had been under stress. Only moments that seemed to take his mind off of these strange intruders were the times he did trade or enjoyed the company of one or more of his personal slaves. These little chatting pauses with N'ebthe's tea strangely seemed to have similar effect. He listened to her half riddled verses with a calm drowsy look on those orange brazier's that were his eyes. A faint smile was drawn on his lips and his hand slowly stirred the tea after he'd poured a long drop of honey in it.<br><br>Adila's lips were parted in a small smile as were her eyes. She leaned lightly over the cup. The barely visible pillar of scents that rose from it floated their way right into her nostrils. Her eyes shifted from her conversation partner to the dark ceiling as she began trying to picture the man based on N'ebthe's description. Very little of the image that her mind ended up creating matched with reality. "Ooh, well he does sound quite the fine man," the dark feline humanoid squinted her eyes as she inspected N'ebthe's composure. She was left hoping for a little more emotion in her reply. The new emotion that slipped into her smile was almost pity, though overall the expression remained to be dominated by relaxation and content. Slavery was in many ways like any other arranged relationship, except the problems of those were in slavery multiplied manifold. There was very little chance one would ever end up living with a person they could truly be happy with. To Adila this looked like once a lifetime chance of N'ebthe's passing by her very eyes. <br><br>The dark lips curled back into a genuine grin when the question was returned. Adila glanced at Zidir sitting between them, catching a glance in return from his fiery eyes. It took a moment for him to return the mischief of her smile however. "Lets say that I've grown to like him. As you know I've been under his care for a while, longer than most, and I've seen many sides of this man. He really relishes that mask of greed and power, but it's not the one he wears when he thinks of us. That would be the heart of it, but I can't deny that his magic touch doesn't add to the pull." With her gaze fixed on Zidir she did not attempt to conceal the sultry flavor from her tone. The slave master seemed quite happy with how at least his personal slaves who had stuck through the years saw him. "Thank you Adila. I am quite glad things turned out the way they have. I could have gone either way..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 20:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nefasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Zidir, Open<br><hr><br>She didn't have to see the sad smile to know it was there and while her close relationship with spirits felt somewhat like empathy it did not always reveal what was presently there. Nor did she bother to tell the woman her pity was unfounded. N'ebthe had learned long ago that her wants and needs were secondary to these slave merchants. As a matter of fact, the more happy she seemed about a prospective sale the less likely it seemed to happen. Especially not when this was a deal where she was apparently working to purchase the freedom that was stolen from her. It was a lot like having to purchase your beloved grandmother's antique charm bracelet back from some woman your robber sold it too and have this woman try to force you to buy it for five times the price solely based on the sentimental value. It was painful at best, enraging at worst and she knew that she needed to keep her emotions tightly reigned in lest she make the mistake of releasing all those pent up feelings on the wrong person. <br><br>Had she not been blind as a bat she would have no doubt escaped this path forced upon her long ago but there were little options for someone who literally could not see her exit routes. She adapted, she persevered and she did what she could while keeping to her traditions. Additionally her teas usually did quite the job at placating most of her 'owners', an aromatic mixture of Khat, Jasmine and a touch of Poppy, its euphoric and sedative effects were appealing in more ways than one. Sometimes she even added a touch of Cardamom, an aphrodisiac, to the mixture when she knew Zidir planned to spend some personal time with one of his favored pleasure slaves. A happy Zidir was a happy slave, after all. <br><br><i>"I am happy for you both. Happiness is one of life's gifts meant to be easily obtained."</i> Even if it wasn't. <i>"Ah, but Zidir, I would see to your steps cleaned had I known it would keep next-year's ruffians from tracking in more when they brandish their sabres again."</i> She murmured lackadaisically, trying to hide her smirk against her brass cup. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sain</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 22:47:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Zidir<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Hadaree<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Twilight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe, Open<br><hr><br>Zidir, despite the tact and perception with which he seemed to usually maneuver, always minding everyone and everything in the room, had no idea of the shaman's subtle manipulation with her herbal concoctions. That was for the best of all. As long as he did not suspect deception and why would he ever? Even with all the fight and attitude contained within her dark frame the slaver still saw her mostly as just that; a slave. He would not consider the possibility that one such could ever affect him without his knowledge. Furthermore, even if the slight arrogance had not clouded his perception the trust Zidir had towards those under his care would have done the trick just as well. He simply kept sampling from the cup, the gaze in his eyes was at ease with most worries of the gang hastily, but nonetheless effectively, brushed away by their conversation's shift to his relation with Adila. <br><br>N'ebthe's jest of his steps was almost playful enough to be taken purely as a joke, but it brushed a topic that Zidir rather kept brief among those he did not have to share it. There were a great many things to consider when openly speaking of such topics, even if the existence of that trouble was by now known to all. Panic Zidir wanted to avoid most of all among his slaves. Them feeling unsafe in his care could in the worst case topple his dune or simply the be spark to begin the spread of ill rumors. Stability was after all something closely tied to the image of a merchant and how could one claim they could keep contracts if they could not even control their own lives. The corners of his lips tightened a little into a discomforted smile and his voice lost some softness as he addressed N'ebthe with intentions to keep the talk casual. "Thank you, it's a shame there are sometimes complications in obtaining it, but let us not dwell on those tonight N'ebthe, Adila. There is little you can do but stress on it and even less we can solve with just words." <br><br>He let it sink in and paused to create a moment of silence in their table to emphasize the mood with which the cue had been delivered. In this he was also allowed to pour some of the rich herbal tea to spread onto his tongue without losing the floor. Zidir continued as he lowered the cup, "Why not focus on what we expect tonight? I have my own view of Ilhan as a fellow man of dinar, but it's clear I can't see as deep into him as you." Zidir did not specify whether he referred to her mystical insight or the connection he had sensed between two lovers of verse and wordplay. "What do you say when I ask what sort of man he is? You know I am of humble origin so I may have missed things you two hid between the words yesterday."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 00:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nefasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Zidir, Open<br><hr><br><i>"I'd say he will not purchase me. Nor do I expect to ever acquire the funds to purchase myself either.."</i> What with his enemies closing in on him... She had a feeling if she had coin she would either lose it in whatever hiding place she chose.. Or she would be mugged in the streets, maybe even in his own home what with those blade wielding men. In reality she felt it was best he kept those of his inner circle well educated on the issues he had at hand. Especially when his favorite or most worth expensive slaves could be at jeopardy just for some sort of vindication. <br><br>She'd recognized long ago that nothing was above men who would sell human lives as their trade. <i>"There was nothing hid amongst our words, just a mutual enjoyment for clever prose and metaphors."</i> He was offered a small clearly enthused smile. In all honesty it wasn't as though she meant to drug him from some malicious intent. It was actually common practice to drink such teas, especially amongst her people. She was just exceptionally well practiced with her brews to keep them all the more deliciously flavored with more subtle effects to calm the nerves without rousing unease should it climb one to quickly. <br><br>After all, it was meant to ease - not inebriate. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabre</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 06:17:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcoPfKF.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Ilhan<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Djaffir<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Twilight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe, Zidir, Open<br><hr><br>Since yesterday, from then until now, Ilhan cooled down and warmed up over deep cups of coffee and wine. Equal parts sweet and bitter, the aftertaste of his strange, chance meeting with N'ebthe and Zidir lingered for hours long after the coffee went cold. Even with the odd stranger looking to greet the masked newcomer, Ilhan wasn't lively company. His first anchor in Sha'ib and it was off the slave piers, he thought discouragingly. But maybe it was fate, a sign from Upuaut. Ilhan was not likely the chosen savior of the city's enslaved, but there was good he could do while his feet took root in this foreign land.<br><br>And he did not hate their company, neither the drunks of Sha'ib nor N'ebthe and Zidir. He quite liked N'ebthe, and Zidir was not distasteful as far as slavers went. Would both hold true tomorrow night? The last thing Ilhan remembered was falling into bed with an empty cup.<br><br>His headache had gone by midday, and after touring a few Djaffir merchant houses to introduce himself and map the city with the help of some guides, Ilhan approached Zidir's gates by sundown. With a little hesitation on the part of the doormen he was eventually let through, and escorted through the halls until he arrived, and was announced to Zidir and two women lounging together. Ilhan only allowed himself to approach a few steps shy of the opposite pillow seats, and waited with a curt nod to the pair.<br><br>"Hello again, ibn Hajar. N'ebthe. I'm afraid I've kept you waiting for too long."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 09:02:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Nefasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Zidir, Ilhan<br><hr><br>The Nefasi lifted from her seat shortly after Ilhan's arrival, her lips just as quickly tugging back into a modest smile. <i>"Welcome."</i> She greeted in return and poured him a brass cup of her special brew as well. <br><br><i>"Tea?"</i> The shamaness offered upon her approach, holding said offering up for him to take if he should desire. <i>"A brew of my own concoction meant to relax the mind, body <b>and</b> soul."</i> She informed him with a subtly enthusiastic nod. She wasn't quite sure why but she'd been looking forward to sharing more of herself with him, especially any other skills she hadn't been able to present him with previously. She could see the stress wafting from her wouldbe buyer/mentor in waves and it was becoming quite clear to her that the man wasn't entirely comfortable with this whole arrangement. How could she help ease his mind? She found herself pondering this as she glanced towards Zidir, knowing the man was likely thinking the same thing. However, his ambitions likely differed entirely from her own. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sha'ib: City of Mazes - Residences (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabre</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 09:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcoPfKF.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Ilhan<br><strong>Race/Culture:</strong> Djaffir<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zidir's establishment<br><strong>Day/Time:</strong> Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> N’ebthe<br><hr><br>This was comfort, then. A lavish host, a companion at his side, and the warmth of a tea cup heating his palms. For an accidental acquaintance Ilhan could have done far worse, he thought as he smiled at N'ebthe then wondered if the sentiment was noticed. How she saw him, and things around him, stoked an endless curiosity not easily slaked with a question or three. Zidir and he had business, but neither one looked eager to pursue it in such distracting company. The host had his fetching kitten, and Ilhan passed the time with a Nefasi shamaness, blind and all seeing and a fair tea maker.<br><br>Again, he did not come to buy N'ebthe for himself. Ilhan had no interest in owning her, both in deference to his faith and his particular nature with women. For the moment he was just a simple guest, and so Ilhan drew the Nefasi's attention with a finger along her arm pulling her misty gaze away from Zidir. If she wished to put him at ease, then he'd only want for her conversation. Free or slave, this was proper for a courtesan of high rank.<br><br>But before he could ask another question, or idly regale with another verse, a commotion from the gate shook all four awake from their shared dreaming. Ilhan sat up straight, but Zidir moved away from them to speak with a house servant by the door. Then after a moment and a distant but loud crash, he slipped away with a small apology, leaving Ilhan alone with his two slaves.<br><br>"Trouble?" he asked N'ebthe, as though questioning her knowledge of Zidir's affairs and her insight and clairvoyance both.
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