The Empire Grows

[Wretched 2075]

*A notice is pinned to the palace wall*

The time has come to become part of this world around us, the

Kharajyr will remain silent no longer. These other races all seem to visit each

other, mingle their races, join forces, fight. While our so called empire does

nothing. Tla'Tiazar is emperor and Tla'Tiazar wants an empire. This world will

know us, the Kharajyr will become famed and feared throughout the

lands.

A meeting with the high elves has taken place in their city. We

have discussed each others cultures and wish to learn more. Soon the high elves

will arrive at the docks, should be unarmed and hopefully friendly. They will

see one of our most sacred rituals as they will be arriving on the day of the

bloodmoon.

Tla'Tiazar warns all Kha' now. Anything said could change the

fate of future relations, No elves are to be harmed in any way during their

visit, doing so will result in dire punishment. Va'Khajra must be prepared for

their visit, we should have more than enough food to go round.

((I also

point out my statement of 'We are becomming less hostile to the other races'

this was a lore change, meaning that you should all follow it (Unless that is

part of your character to be like that)))

[kido122 23]

(OOC: So since we are beging to mingle with other races, do you see us able to leave the island in the near future?)

[Wretched 2075]

[[soon. But not yet. Let's take it one step at a time]]

[Altariel_Alfakyn 8]

(( Yes, There is nothing to hunt on this island, I need to kill beasties for meat xD ))

[kido122 23]

(( Yes, There is nothing to hunt on this island, I need to kill beasties for meat xD ))

(hunting is pretty good, I know a secret litlle location a ways from the city, still on the island ofcourse :), my promblem is my character is trying to become a bard and since there rarely other Kha practing the flute or other instuments, I need some on to teach me for RP :).)

[Altariel_Alfakyn 8]

((Well I think I may know a high elf you can ask at the feast :D ))

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Ja'Bukaknog stares blankly upon the notice, face devoid of angst or joy. Simple apathy that is quite ill befitting of the typically jolly Tigrasi. The Ocelot to his left 'mrows' in concern at the staleness that floats around Ja'Bukaknog. No longer does he do anything for enjoyment, rather because he must. He remembers that fateful night that he touched the... No... No it is too painful to think of, let alone mention.

Ja'Bukaknog shakes his head and snarls to the ground in anguish. His Ocelot companion yowls at the sudden change and backs up slightly in preparations of fleeing. Ja'Bukaknog grips his spear and looks towards the sharp, obsidian end. Few have ever tasted this tip, its purple luster not yet stained by the blood and gore of his foes. He states down onto the gold laced belt the holds his azure loincloth. Attached to it are two sinister iron swords. Ja'Bukaknog's 'Sabljas'. Not to be drawn for simple idle threats. No, Ja'Bukaknog has never dared draw them, for fear that their taste for blood would prove as lustful as Metztli's. He shivers at the thoughts as he gazes transfixed upon the jewel encrusted pommels. One with a ruby, the other a sapphire. The colors alone clearly conveyed the symbolism.

"An Empire, Tla'Tiazar, wishes for? Hohoho, no lands shalla hold as greatta lusta as the jungles offa Metztli. Take-a the Elf mawns here... Great Tla'Tiazar. Share ourra foods witha them andda give our drinks toa them. Surely noth-a-ing will go wrong..." He chuckles spitefully.

"Ja'Bukaknog hassa spoken to her too, Tla'Tiazar, yua quick to forget forra Kha azza regal azza yurself. Ja'Bukaknog hassa voiced Ja'Bukaknog's warn-a-ing. Whetha yu listen... Only she knows..."

Ja'Bukaknog sulks off into his hut. Where he experiments with various remedies and cures... As well as other mixtures.

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.