amol-kalit

Ooooookay, looks like we're going to need an OOC thread to keep track of THIS MANY PEOPLE. We are currently split into two places: Outside and Inside the palace. Easy enough. Those marked with an asterisk may not actually be fighting for the side that they are listed on. Outside: Djinn...

Light filtered in through the window of a bed chamber at the eastern wing of the Ragash palace. Gerra’s heavy footfalls announced his presence as he ducked through the doorframe. Purple lilies sat in pots about the room and their fragrance rose soothingly in the air. A large bed with soft, white...

A country estate lay several miles east of the resplendent azure walls of Annuakat, within the verdant delta of the Baal-Duru, and sat on a bluff overlooking that great river. Vineyards stretched along the back of the slope. Several serfs worked the vineyards, checking the growth of the...

The Domes of Ragash dominated the skyline for leagues in every direction. The great walled city upon the eastern bank of the Baal-Asha and through its gates streamed the most exotic of processions as beings came from all across Amol-Kalit to witness the coronation of the victor of Ninagal. They...

A continuation of https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-battle-of-ninagal.1439/ It would be a long march... Under the sun and the reeds, under the stars of the eternal sky. An army strode along the great river so wide one could not see where the other shore lay. It's water inhabited by many...

You know, sometime we just wanna ride out and clash with other warbands that patrol Amol-Kalit. Protect towns from attackers, meddle with politics and then hit the hay under the clear starry sky. Build a nation that is our own. And build great boybands So, are there men and women who have...

“Great Shah,” cried the messenger, falling prostrate upon the audience hall. “The accursed Djinn once again demands our surrender.” “Does he?” Shah Bardya seethed beneath an austere veneer, the regal curls of his black beard perfectly oiled. “Call forth the generals. I will crush his horde...

There weren't many days in the year in which Sey'Kube was as beautiful as today. Decorated to the brim in flowers and blossoms, banners and flags, with blue and golden peacocks freely walking among visitors. It was quite a sight to behold in the otherwise mundane wasteland of Amol-Kalit. The...

Gerra newly crowned as Sultan of Annuakat marches on the city of Ragash, but Ragash will not yield. Led by their Shah, Bardya, the Ragashan army has encamped by the banks of Baal-Duru River near a plain known as the Hamal Flats. Bardya has with him dozens of great elephants from the Savannah...

The arid desert of Amol-Kalit gave way to rock and pine at the footsteps of the Seret mountain range, from which spilled the mouths of the two great rivers, the Baal-Duru and the Baal-Asha. The only source of life in the otherwise barren climes. Up the Baal-Duru river came a procession of boats...

(this is a peaceful rp for the moods, ok?) Midnight in Sey'Kube. The garrisons. To break things which cannot be fixed. A child of no more than three wailed upon a grave. Too young to understand, too young to truly feel. So the elders would have said; too young to remember, too young to truly...

Swallow; A small migratory bird that stays year round in arid climates. It's low flight is a harbringer of bad weather. The day prior As Nineban's shadow loomed over the deep gorge, It's bulk obscured by its rosy walls. It's presence imposing on the lone rider beneath. Muffled were the beats...

It was always hot in Amol-Kalit, but today seemed a little colder. The sun was hidden by graying clouds, yet it shone through like a golden disc. The banners of many would fly after the commanders in this long line. The golden arrows and stars on red. The white swallows on black. The White...

The sun was high above the crescent hills. With what little of the wind left, only to shift the sand in small heaps. The caravan was not of one but of many, and not only of traders and merchants and merceneries. Banners flew of many a warlord in this short lived traveling truce. Among them most...

Kreyadis trudged along the mountainous dunes as he pulled his heavy travelers cloak tighter around himself, the rays from the sun unwelcome to his ashen skin as every step brought with it an ache unlike any other in the physical proportions. His cold blue eyes held stark contrast to the sky...

… Surrounded by barren dunes in a sea of sands, the winds whisper of heinous visions of the past… … Two came from the North, Northwest, West, Southwest, Southeast, East, and Northeast… … Seven elves trailed seven… Creatures… Their hulking masses hidden beneath thick, cowled robes… Even in the...

I am looking for four to RP with me, The Rule of Seven must be obeyed https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/SanLayn From this will stem two immediate threads, the first of which being "The Ritual" as depicted in the poem under the Traits tab, and the, second "Whispers in the Wind" being that...

The Baal-Asha river was an artery for Amol-Kalit. It was the mightiest of the rivers, charting a lonely course through the vast deserts. Thin slivers of life clung to its banks, a band of green amidst the arid badlands and desert sands. The rivers were the lifeblood of the land. Further from...

August, Year 369 Amol-Kalit / Owain d'Athée / On the deck of a boat "You are being paid handsomely to protect me, are you sure these children are up to the task?" The swarthy man who had asked the question look pensive as he said it, stalking back and forth on the deck of the flat bottomed...