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Dafuq are you?

On 21-3-2017 at 7:39 PM, Deminisher said:

Of all the taverns in Axios, the Golden Sands Inn stood dominant, packed with the throngs of cheerful chatter and colourful sights. But best of all, were the sweet tangs that filled the tavern from the raucous of days to the calmest of nights. It was where Daedalus enjoyed his time in Al'Khaleed, sipping rosemary tea and listening to the undulating strings that produced the most mesmerising of tunes.

 

Yet one day he would catch a glimpse of a strange man conversing with one of the minstrels, quickly dismissing it as nothing more than the many requests that the musicians received in a day, and continued to sip his tea. But as soon as he returned to basking in the beautiful tunes of the tavern, his ears would prick at the lyrics that followed. He would begin to choke on the words, "I want map by John Lyons." And in a single motion, he would jerk himself forward, rendering the tea in his mouth back in the cup. 

After enduring four long minutes of torture, Daedalus would quickly make his way to the bard, putting in his own request...

 

 

Kamal shakes his head and shows a faint frown upon visage.
"No, I will never ridicule a patron of mine"

He gets handed a pouch with 200 minas.

"Alrighty then!"

15th of Malin’s Welcome, 1604

Fakhri Kharadeen, still recovering from his wound he suffered during the assassination attempt on Caius, reads the letter send by the Lord Regent of the West. He does not linger to write an open letter as a response and calls for a quill and ink immediately.

To Lord Regent Ludwig of the West,

During these times of conflict and chaos, it is important to remember your friends and allies. The Sultanate of Haria knows that we will be welcomed into the Kingdom of the Westerlands with the most splendid hospitality on the lands of Tahn and we will accept any man or woman of the Kingdom of the Westerlands into Haria like they were one of our own denizens. However, what will all this hospitality do when our nations are wiped from the map by the spawns of Shaytan?

The Sultanate of Haria is obligated to join the West in its endeavour against the damned necrotics that defile and desecrate its sovereign lands.

As The West-Harian Non-Aggression Pact of 1599 states that:

☩ Should any form of martial, or civil aid between these states be requested against necrotic beings, boots shall hit the ground, with mutual aid offered to defeat the unholy threat.

This is not why the Sultanate of Haria is joining the 'Council of War' against the unliving. The Sultanate of Haria will enter the stage for the sake of the survival of its friend in need, the Kingdom of the Westerlands, and for the sake of the survival of all descendants across the Isles of Axios. We also call upon all other free leaders and vassals across Axios to do the same. Let us all put aside our difference and unite under one banner to destroy the greatest enemy of the living in time immemorial.

Death.

Mashallah that we unite to defy this challenge and we will not back down.

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahimi

(In the name of GOD, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

Signed,

Lord Regent Fakhri Kharadeen, Crown Prince of Haria, Sultani Emir of Al'Khaleed.

Perhaps I'll make a song about a special someone.

Hint hint

Just check out my SoundCloud

#Noshame

On 20-3-2017 at 1:04 AM, Timothion said:

I gave your mate a trump map and in return you promised to write a banger for my character!

 

His name! John Lyons

 

His Quest! To make maps and look good while doing it (still working on the 2nd part)

 

His story!

His first few Months in Axios While adventuring around Axios and making his Atlas he found the SUNLESS SANCTUM, a 2spoopy4me place in the Westerlands, he fought in the Empire's war agains the orcs, the Snelf subjugation and The Great war of Tahn. He joined up with his homies in the Westerlands afterwards and helped to fight against the Undead. After doing that for a few years he left the Levy to make his second Atlas  You can admire it here  & he made maps for almost every majory city in Axios (He hasn't gotten around to giving Courland theirs yet and Metz is empty atm)

 

I expect the word map to be featured in the song atleast 41 times.

Good luck and Ma'a Salami

 

 

 

 

 

Kamal lofts a brow and emits a soft chuckle.
"You really like maps, do you not?"

He shakes his head and starts playing.

Listen here!

4 minutes ago, Timothion said:

I expect the word map to be featured in the song atleast 41 times.

 

 

1

((Oh ffs))

He really did a good job on the reconstruction of Haria.

a big +1 from me

23 hours ago, Space_Matrix said:

Marianne's grace

in a way the song should explain the beauty of Mariane'a and her devotion to Aeriel

explain what she looks like

 Image of mariane'a use imagination for describing her

and for it sound like the song hotel Californian 

3 minutes please will talk over in game

 

 

 

 

Kamal looks up and shows the woman a warm smile. He starts strumming his instrument.

Listen here!

((Because of the request, I'll make some examples in due time!

I'll keep updating!

(And you can always check out my SoundCloud. :) )

As you walk upon the warm sands of Al-Khaleed, you hear the tunes of a snared instrument coming from a fountain….

Listen here!

A Qalasheen man is playing on a strange looking instrument, however, it makes a beautiful sound. The man looks up and shows you a warm smile.

"Don't be shy rafiqi! Come closer if you want to listen, perhaps I can make a song for you! For the right price, of course."

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OOC

Do you have an epic persona, one who defeated many evildoers and maniacs? A hero who saved damsels/esquires from distress? Or a villain who's so notorious that he's feared by everyone.

Do you have a persona who's in need of his own bard's tale or song?

Look no further! I got you covered! I'm Vrarr, I play the modern lute ("the guitar") and I shall help you with your problem by giving you a real song about anything you want!

RULES OF THE GAME

1. Be patient
   I'll try to create them as fast as possible.
    
2. Content of the song
   Tell me in a post everything you want in your songs. For example deeds, characteristics, appearance, etc. If you are able to, A global summary of your song, however, it is not needed. I have enough imagination to go around.
    
3. Length of the song
   This one is important! I can't fit a whole life story within a 1-minute song. So think about the length while choosing your subject.
    
4. Song style
   Do you want your song to be upbeat? Do you want your song to be a sad lament? dramatic? Think about it.
    
5. Draft
   I'll send you a rough version of the lyrics and an instrumental. If it's to your liking, give me the green light to move on. If not, we'll discuss what needs to be changed until it's to your liking.
    
6. Slots
   I'll take on 3 commissions at a time.  When I have more time, more will open.
7. How to commission?
   Reply to this topic with your song idea (content, length and song style.) and I'll get back to you in PM when I accept it.
    

Pricing

• A 1-minute song - 200 mina
• A 2-minute song - 350 mina
• A 3-minute song - 500 mina

Payment is upfront. minas (MC Username: Vrarrdata with screenshot) or if you are truly mad: real cash. If you choose the second one, prices will be discussed in private.

If you wish for a longer song, we can discuss the price in private.
And if you really like it, perhaps an extra donation. It would not hurt me. :)

Slots

1 [Filled]

2 [Open for Business]

3 [Open for Business]

Finished Songs

Fahkri Kharadeen strolls casually through the streets of Easterner district, admiring the architectural wonders within it.

All across the lands of Axios, an influx of Farfolk merchants make their way into the hearts of the capitals of all nations as they show off their many exotic goods and trade. They intermingle with customers, telling them foreign tales and stories of their many travels. Not only do the tradesmen sell the goods they carry, but they bring worldly news as they travel. The most monumental news of the realm to current date. It is the reconstruction of the grand city called Al-Khaleed, the Capital of the Sultanate of Haria, the Reborn Jewel of the realm.

They tell of its newborn wonders such as how the city's size has decreased, how the great sandstorm overswept most of northern Asul, how they have a great fertile piece of land for their many crops, how the city itself is beautiful and no longer a circular confusing mess and how Haria itself is pressing on many reforms to bring back the former glory of the Farfolk people.

The realm shall be expecting a new government reform. Not only that, but a push for Farfolk nationalism. No longer does the Sultanate wish to cater to the non-humans of the realm, but they do not wish to discriminate either. The Capital of Haria will only be housing those of Farfolk descent, whether Qalasheen, Southeron, Easterner, Mounsidian, Turkin, and so forth. The only exception to this clause are those deemed and given the title of 'Honorary Farfolk', as well as those that religiously and culturally convert (Meaning dressing the part as a desert dweller.) Those who are neither Farfolk or a convert will find it difficult to acquire property within Al-Khaleed.

Not only does the culture and government find itself reforming, but the military finds itself to grow as well. As a reborn fire emits from the hearts of Farfolk men and women, they once more find the nationalistic pride of serving their nation dutifully and enlistment to the Mubarizun grows ten folds. The massive barracks within Al-Khaleed finding itself to be filled so soon.

Scholars begin once more setting up temporary or permanent homage within Al-Khaleed as news of the Grand Library reemerging from the ashes is whispered throughout the lands. The Farfolk people begin their renewal of interests in the arts of philosophy, history, math, religion, physics and other sciences.

The Sultanate of Haria has seen itself sitting within the dark ages for far too long, but now will arise once more as a powerful and beneficial entity of the Realm.

Subhanallah (Glory be to God)

Praise the Sultan

Praise Haria

OOC: Check this thread if you’re looking for a home!
https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/157996-alkhaleed-steward-box-homes-available/

As Kamal hears the news, he rushes towards the masjid and grabs one of the history books.
 

"This day will be remembered as our most glorious naval victory. The Harian Navy endured many hardships and travail against the might of the Westerlands Royal Navy, however, The Al-Malik could withstand the imposing forces hurled against her and keep the magnificent island of Asul safe for an extended period of time. Although the Harians and Westermen suffered many losses, the bond of friendship between our nations will never be broken by such a trivial conflict between the illustrious states."
 

And he starts writing another chapter in Harian History.
"History is written by the victors."

Amethu sheds a tear from the Seven Heavens.

SAAAAAANDDD.

The Sword of Allah

This world is growing too fast for me; this world is changing too much; this world is not what it used to be. I don’t know what I may seem to the world. But as to myself I seem to have been only like a loyal servant, a servant to Allah, a servant to my lord, a servant to my friends. Although this servant was a friend of many, he was a stranger to himself. Ever since my parents left me with the caravans of Khalestine, I have been a man without a true home, a man without a true meaning in life. So I followed the way of a warrior, the way I did best, the way I hated the most.

The elder Southeron is admiring the capital of the Sultanate of Haria. Growing a faint smile on his aged and scarred visage.

I fought for many, however, the most righteous was when I fought for the Kharadeen, when I fought for Khalestine, for the people that raised me to who I am. I loved the rainy night when I was standing wearing armor with a sword and shield in my hand and looking towards the eastern horizon, waiting for sun to rise so that I could start the battle, the battle for my people. I have seen the lands of Khalestine rise and fall, I have seen the rise of the Vandorian Federation, The Vandorian Kingdom, I even remember this ‘thing’ called Vanderguan. What happened to us?

The old man has his right hand on a gilded cane and slowly walks towards the main gate.
He passes a soft sigh from his lips.

Allah’s mercy be upon them. Their sacrifice gave our children and the children after them a future. We did our duty; I did my duty. We fought, we bent, but we did not break. We found a new land to call home, we found our Haria. Many sacrificed themselves for this freedom.

The veteran shifts his gaze upon a camel resting outside the gate. It only has a saddle on its back and reigns around its head.

All these battles, all this fighting, it stopped me from learning the true meaning behind our Righteous Faith. The lesser Jihad stopped me from expanding the greater Jihad, the Jihad of the soul. For the last years, I went into exile, reciting the Holy Book from the earliest sunrise to sunset, trying to get closer to Allah and continuously cry out of the fear of Allah. And after these many years  I can finally feel Death’s endless cold stare through my body, I failed to continue Denaseth’s legacy, however, I know that the little things I did, made a difference here in this land.

He extends his scarred arms to grab the reins of the camel and looks towards the endless desert.

 There’s not a handspan on my body which do not have a wound upon it. Look at me, I’ve fought over a hundred duels, numerous battles and I am dying because of my age? I always questioned why Allah kept me alive for so long. I remember my ruler and good friend, Faiz Kharadeen, saying:

It is because you are The Sword of Allah, my rafiqi. It was impossible for you to die on the battlefield, for if you died on the battlefield that would have meant, that the Sword of Allah was broken by an infidel and the Sword of Allah could never be broken.

He gives a tug at the camel’s reigns and walks towards the sands.

I finished my duty to this world. My duty in the next is just getting started.

((Welp, this post is the death of my first LOTC persona and my return to LOTC. I can't wait to RP with you guys again))

Amethu Denaseth signs the charter.

She's a good gal. Knows how to deal with... stuff.
+1

Arik... Next time use Time Zone Converter/Time Difference Caculator.
 

Playing a /few/ songs like last time.

Bought a new mic aswell! can't wait!

High Fantasy Forest or Steampunk?

Eurgh, fine.
Time to find a 'muse'.
 

Nice Selfie.
8.2/10