Open Chronicles New Fortunes

A roleplay open for anyone to join
Youssef

Youssef

Member
Messages
8
Character Biography
Link
proxy.php



Youssef had just arrived in the city of Tirnua, courtesy of a trip through the portal stone on his home continent of Liadain. He had heard rumor that the legend of the Asmidarl had been confirmed since the discovery of the Malakath Portal Stones. Being of a resourceful sort he had managed to find his way to the new world. However, living most of his life as a slave and not having formal employment, the trip over had drained any sort of funds Youssef had acquired on the way over.

He was, in a word, broke. In three words he was broke and directionless.

Youssef had two goals for the day. One, to find out any directions that might lead him to the legendary Asmidarl settlement. The other goal was to accumulate enough coin to feed himself dinner. Finding a well traffic'd spot with a table he set up shop and began to advertise his services as a fortune teller. Through the reading of cards he could determine in a very loose fashion what sort of blessings or curses might be expected in the next day. More than simple divine reading, Youssef could use some magic to nudge things ever so slightly in the direction of his reading. This was dangerous, as not all readings were favorable, but Youssef had found he could funnel much power into his magic if he didn't know what was going to happen beforehand.

Sadly, thusfar it did not seem that many of the Malakathians saw Fortune Telling as something worth paying for.
 
  • Yay
  • Love
Reactions: VigiloConfido, Esmoria and ShadowWaterPlayz
In a twist of fate Esmoria had been staying in Tirnua a short while in preparation to travel the portal stone out of Malakath. The start of a long pilgrimage to pay forward the word of the sisters in the land of the Dreth. She herself had been born in Epressa but had been fortunate to be given salvation by one of the sisters.

Her Pink hair flowed in waves from a habit which hid very little but kept the sun off her head. Her ruby and magenta toned skin seemed almost subtly glow as the afternoon sun reflected off the many stretches of skin not covered by her dress. She had pearly white horns much like a ram, tipped in gold. It was clear that modesty was not a tenant followed by her faith.

She had just placed a small order for a new traveling cloak. Something fur lined. While she had plenty of small enchanted baubles to handle weather and still avoid donning more layers, it seemed a fun addition.
Besides not all places welcomed Tieflings, let alone ones that shined as brightly as she. She would need something to occasionally obscure her wonderous visage.
Her newly acquired garment in hand she had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the rest of the market.
Here she spied an unfamiliar face with a very familiar form.
With a smile brightening her face and a joyful twitch of her tail she strutted directly to the small table.

"Joyous day, Brother!~" Esmoria greeted her voice drippingly saccharine. Her eyes surveyed the display with curiosity and genuine interest.
"What have we here? Is it some type of game?" She asked her voice light and amused. It was clear her interest was genuine. She had seen fortune telling before but not of this variety. A fellow sister T'alia , used bones and tea leaves.
 
  • Love
  • Cthuulove
Reactions: Youssef and VigiloConfido
Youssef, having spent most of his life in the mines of Kherkhana and being a first generation Tiefling, had never actually seen a female tiefling before. The horns more like a ram, the lighter skin tone than his own, the honeyed voice and the way she wore her skin to be viewed and appreciated.

Youssef felt lust at first sight.

From the too-long glances of passers by Youssef reasoned he was not the only one with such feelings. If Youssef was not broke he would assume he was being conned, for there were simply too many pleasantries greeting his senses at a time. Youssef smiled at Esmoria in response.

"I am here telling fortunes." He said and began shuffling his tarot deck. "With three cards, one sovereign, and a bit of magic I can tell you what blessings or curses may be finding their way at your door." Youssef's smile stayed on his face, his eyes glinting.

"Though I am sure a beauty as yourself has little to fear from tomorrow. Might I get your name?"
 
  • Devil
Reactions: Esmoria
She held his gaze like placing kindling on a fire. She reveled in covetous glances however fleeting.
It's warmth was all the more sweet set in the features of a blessed brethren.
Esmoria smiled back her eyes staying on his for a moment before flitting down to follow his hands as he shuffled. He handed them well and she wondered what other card games he might know. Some of their kin were truly blessed with extraordinary luck. She herself found that her luck came in the people she met and binding their fate to hers.
"My~ That's quite the bargain. " Especially handy at a turning point in her career such as this. Missionary work held many unknowns. A challenge she was willing to embrace whole heartedly, but then what didn't she?
"One could always use a bit of encouragement, or caution! , on the road."
She smoothly and unabashedly reached into the cleavage of her dress and retrieved a small coin pouch from underneath one side. Quite boldly answering the question of where one might be keeping their belongings in a dress with so little space for pockets. With a small cheery hum she placed the (warm) coin in his hand.
Her expression never faltered and she made no attempt to turn away as if this were as normal an interaction as could be. Esmoria tucked the pouch back away and lightly placed her hands together in prayer.

"but of course! For such flattery it would be tragedy to withhold. I am Esmoria. A proud sister of the Triune professed of the church of Our Resilient Lady. " Her tail swayed lazily behind her contrasting the passionate tone of her voice. Her eyes followed his movements like a cat watches a mouse.
"I don't believe I have seen you among our congregation or the streets of the great city?"
 
  • Frog Sweat
Reactions: Youssef
Youssef observed with no hidden interest as the she-tief found her way to her coin purse. He let the warmth of the coin fill his palm for a moment before spinning the coin about his fingers and finally pocketing it. Understanding a local economy was not to be done in a day, but Youssef wagered this would at least a hot bowl of gruel, or perhaps a room for the night. No small amount of progress all things considered.

“Esmoria.” He said the word slowly, thoughtfully, letting the word dance on his tongue as he embedded it into his memory. He knew little of the Triune, as Youssef had little understanding of Tief history. He’d only heard rumors of Malakath, nothing of true scholarship. Though looking at the she-tief perhaps a lesson was in order.

“I’m afraid you haven’t. I’ve been on the continent no more than a day. To speak true you are the first Tief I have seen outside the mirror. I would certainly be interested to see more.” He said, not clarifying exactly what ‘more’ he wished to see.

“As to your fortune, let us see what waits in store for you.” He said. He gave the cards one last shuffle, then placed the full deck in front of her.

“Will you cut the deck?” He asked. If she did, and she was well attuned to the movement of magic, she would notice a small power from her actions. The price could be paid for in fatigue, blood, or even something as small as the loss of pride. Youssef’s readings would drew power from his own acceptance of such things, but also those who fortune he told. If she did not he would not push, and continue the process himself.
 
  • Bless
Reactions: Esmoria
Her name sounded sweet on his lips. Then again when didn't it. She nodded with a friendly grin her eyes never wavering as she watched his hands. It was such education she had taken on as her purpose to spread more than a whisper of rumors in the lands of those left behind. It was with the full commitment of her heart that she agreed to depart to foreign lands and face old scrutiny's. All in the name of paying forward her own salvation.

Her fingers laced as her smile took on sheer delight. To hear that he was not simply a lamb orphaned from the flock but a Dreth following the call of home.
"It seems Fate has already spun in my favor! Yours is just such a meeting as I hope will be the first of many!"
She gladly reached out to cut the deck as instructed her movements playful and lingering. As she did so she felt the subtle pang of fatigue as some of the store of desire she cultivated was drained away.
This she allowed with great interest tilting her head with a curious gaze.

"and now?" She asked her voice and body language betraying how eager she was to see the result.
 
  • Smug
Reactions: Youssef
Zahir walked the streets of Tirnua with an air of detached observation, noting the crumbled ruins with greater interest than the newer, half-timbered buildings and the people who had built them. Two imperial slave-guards followed in his wake, their threatening spears keeping most citizens at bay.

Occasionally, he would stop and briefly sketch an impressive ruin or broken archway on his paper and wooden tablet. The emperor might well be pleased with an exotic design to his forthcoming palace.

Eventually, his stride led him to the two tieflings, cutting cards on the street. One looked down on his luck, rust-coloured skin mixing with a hungry, fiery gaze, whereas the other looked decidedly -- unabashed, in her clothing. A crude parody of piety, perhaps. One of his guards hefted his spear defensively, but Zahir raised his hand, stopping his battle-eager companion with but a glance of his eagle eyes.

These were the first horned individuals he had seen so far. And his journey had not brought him all the way here to this desolate corner of the world for nothing. These two might grant him the clue he needed to what he sought.

With measured steps, his jade-coloured robe and strands of excess silk trailing after him, Zahir approached the two. His polite manner kept him from interrupting their game or demanding they explain their activities. Instead, he merely sidled up near them, along with the handful of other people who had gathered to watch them.

A cryptic expression passed his bearded countenance. It wasn't quite a smile, grin or snarl, but some faint upturn of his lip, revealing a few white teeth. An expression of familiarity, perhaps, and of a certain expectation to how a game of fortune-telling would go.

Esmoria
Youssef
 
  • Wonder
Reactions: Youssef
Youssef smiled. He could feel the power come from the girl's trust. It was not everyday that he could leverage such power, nor that it came from such pleasant packages. He pulled the top three cards from the deck and put them face down onto the table. A pair of fingers went over the first card drawn and his thumb underneath before the card was flipped.

"The Fool." Youssef said. It was pictured with a young human traveler, lightly packed with a portal stone off in the distance behind him. At his heel barked a small dog, yet the adventurer seemed to pay it no mind. "Represents new beginnings, change, especially a new journey. Yet also an innocence or naivety to the harshness it may bring." He hand drifted to the next card and flipped.

"Death." Youssef said. On the card was an image of Drakormir, the great dragon, it's wroth pouring over the city of Elbion. "Death symbolizes an end, though not always the final end." His fingers drifted to the final card and turned it, Tiefling eyebrows raising.

"The Lovers." Youssef announced the final card. It depicted a pair of unclothed elves holding hands in a forest beneath a great supernatural stag in what appeared to be a ceremony of marriage. "They herald passion, beauty, and yet also a defining choice."

"A new journey awaits you. A journey of which can bring you great reward, and yet of which you are not fully prepared to understand. On this journey you find a companion. A companion that will share your burdens and passions. A companion that you will feel an ir-replicable closeness to. Yet you will be faced with a choice that will bring an end, either to your adventure or to your time with your companion. Both choices will bring you great sadness, and yet great prosperity in different ways. This fate I reveal to you."

As Youssef finished his words Esmoria would feel a weight of the magic in the reading, guiding her on it's path. Little coincidences would accumulate as she traveled, provoking it's eventual fulfillment. Youssef took his cards and began to shuffle them back together. It was a signal to onlookers that this job was done, should Zahir Balmahed , or any other, wished their fortune be told. Though his job was done, he was not eager to see the she-tief go. She was, as he said, the first of his kind seen outside his own reflection.

"Do you know the upcoming journey you will take Esmoria?" He asked, gently working the conversation to stay. Though he knew, like the reading he had performed, that nothing would last forever.
 
Zahir cupped his chin, gently stroking his beard with thumb and finger. He quietly perceived each card flipped, revealing their guidance.
Youssef said:
"The Fool." Youssef said. It was pictured with a young human traveler, lightly packed with a portal stone off in the distance behind him. At his heel barked a small dog, yet the adventurer seemed to pay it no mind. "Represents new beginnings, change, especially a new journey. Yet also an innocence or naivety to the harshness it may bring." He hand drifted to the next card and flipped.
Click to expand...
The young man spoke with the voice of many such fortune tellers across Arethil. Vague and nebulous, holding just enough specificity to feel especially applicable to any given person.

Zahir had heard such words from many other street oracles before. But for some reason, the part of the fool resonated with him.

Perhaps it was from being so far from his home, and thus, being in a more vulnerable state. Or perhaps it reflected his anticipation of finding trace of a lost civilisation, offering their ingenuity to his emperor. Whatever it was, however silly it was, he did feel an inexplicable pull towards these cards.

Glancing at Esmoria, who had received this prediction, Zahir allowed himself to indulge in one comment.

"It certainly sounds like a journey that will be remembered in song. Whether it be tragic or fortunate."

His contemplative gesture, along with the clipped accent and melodic intonation of a far-away land, obscured his attitude. But his eyes gleamed like coins, flipped either towards promise or avarice, and his mouth twitched as if attempting to summon a genial smile it had forgotten long ago.

Esmoria
Youssef
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom