amol-kalit

OOC: you are strongly encouraged to make up your own mind on what was said or spoken during the ordeal, as well as the details of it. It just adds some more fun ;) Everyone sees and hears what they want to hear, of course. In the morning. Constantine seemed rather cheerful when returning to...

While the throne room underwent extensive repairs, the west wing of the royal palace in Ragash was alive with light and music. Amidst gurgling fountains, nobility mingled. They walked upon beautiful rugs, reclined upon divans and pillows, and drank heavily of wine. Smoke from hookah pipes...

"Sparhawk?" Gerra wandered through the palace of Ragash until he found Sparhawk in the Room of the Golden Pond. The undisturbed waters of the pond reflected the light of the gilded walls, casting shimmers of gold upon the entire room. "There you are. There's something I need to show you."...

“Bring them to me, Grozkalla. Alive and unspoilt.” “Yes, your majesty.” Three days later, the Sereti Ogre came back to Gerra’s dungeon beneath the ziggurat in Annuakat, dragging a man in each hand. After the cell doors squealed shut it was a few hours before torchlight illuminated the dark...

One week before the coronation… The noonday sun beat down upon the city of Ragash. The nearby Baal-Asha river glittered beneath the rays, dazzling the eyes. The citizens of Ragash knew they were in for another hot day and many sought shelter indoors, or in the shade. The enormous domes of the...

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...