OOC: I'm posting this so I don't lose it X_x but I still need to edit it.
This post is long T_T
and not quite done yet :T *works works*
I'll remove (cross out) this OOC note once the post is 'done' and ready to read :T
Ok, the post is good enough to read XD
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The city was alive with people and colors. So many exotic smells drifted through the dry-heat, so many bad smells as well, especially when the poorer, sweatier peoples would pass by, those that hadn't bathed in a few good weeks and worked with the animals or their dung heaps. Though the perfumes were heavenly, and most women here ( and even the men), smelled of sweet oils and scented waxed lards they used over tops of their heads, some still wearing them like crowns as they melted throughout the day, keeping their wearer fresh.
And the sound of the city was even a most enjoyable one, with the sounds of the hustle and bustle of people, and the mew and yews of animals. Wares and fires chimed and spit, diamonds and jewelry glittered and shined; all of it making the whole place seem other worldly to Gherrick, who had been in Connlaoth for so much of his waking years since the fall of his people.
This world was refreshing, and his bright blue eyes took it all in in wonder.
"Thanks for the help, young man," the mule-herder told him, the voice of which broke Gherrick from his enchantment. He smiled.
"It was a pleasure," he humbly informed him, but when the man tried to offer him the silver, he shook his head, but the man pressed it into his palm anyway.
"No, take it. If I were a ship-wrecked man, I too, would not be as humble to refuse a bit of silver. Get yourself a bite to eat and see what can be seen here. Perhaps you can find some work to get yourself some money to procure another ship of yours?" And the man smiled, exposing his rotting teeth, which were still far whiter than his skin.
Gherrick smiled back at him, patting the nearest mule.
"Well, alright, but if I make my name in fame and fortune here, who should I call to thank on for this silver bit?"
The man laughed. "Gilden!" And continued to chuckle, a laughter from deep within his belly.
Gherrick's eyes sparkled as he smiled in returned.
"And your name, stranger? I apologize for not asking sooner. The travel was nice and peaceful. I tend to enjoy it in it's reverie, so I do not talk much until I am in the wake of the sun," Gilden admitted.
"Seven."
The man raised his brows.
"Seven, of the sea," Gherrick then added, his smile going crooked.
"An appropriate name for a sailor!" Gilden laughed. "Though, I do not think we have so many seas?"
Gherrick laughed. "Well, the number is not meant to be a number of the oceans, but a number of luck. It's.. a long story."
Gilden's eyes shined. "Ah, so I see." And he bowed humbly and made a gesture across his two shoulders as he dipped his head twice. "Well, may the makers of the sun and sands keep watch over you, Seven."
And 'Seven', did the same gesture back, but adding a bit of his own Evherien heritage flair to it. It was then the man noticed the necklace about Seven's neck as it caught on to a bit of the Essyrnian sunlight.
"A pretty jewel you've got there. If you are in a spot of bad luck, I'm sure a merchant might be able to purchase it for quite a lump of gold," Gilden said, but then also looked over Gherrick's attire and added with a laugh, "Or even those shiny, blue silks you wear!"
Seven closed his hand around the tear shaped jewel of the necklace.
"Even if I were starving, we would not part." Then he added with a laugh, "Same with my clothes!"
Gilden looked Seven over before giving a laugh.
"So are the famous words of lovers!" and now the both of them were laughing. "Take care my friend. And may the luck of 'Seven' be with you." Gherrick blushed and smiled, nodding his head as Gilden patted him upon the shoulder, then returned to the stable and lot to deal with his mules.
Seven remained there for a time, his blue eyes studying the mules as he smirked. They were definitely interesting creatures, a bit smelly, whcih reminded him he ought not to tarry, before he made his way out into the open streets of Essyrn.
There were so many sites and sounds, so many exotic wonders that Seven easily found himself all but turned around and... completely lost. Not that he knew where he was going to begin with, but soon he found himself in the Etzyrn Market, and at one corner, a series of hot pink and purple tents with stars and hearts painted across their surface, and gold tassels adorning the ends and tent flaps, stole his attention...
As did the lovely ladies in colored wraps standing out front, faces painted in all sorts of colors to match their robes. And the lovely ladies were staring right back at him, giving him a few giggled waves. Gherrick blushed and waved back; only to find himself nearly jumping out of his skin when he heard a voice boom from behind.
"Seven!? Seven of the Sea!?" Gherrick turned around, finding himself now being cast about int he approaching shadow from a very tall and muscular man, one that easily dwarfed him in appearnce, who had a ratty, black beard, ratty black eyebrows, and a tattered eye patch pressing uncomfortably over his left eyes and simple white pants and a tucked in, sleeveless blue shirt. "I never forget a mark." the man stated, laughing roughly through his rotting teeth. "But I never thought I'd live to see the day that the elusive 'Prince of the Sea', 'Prince of the thieves', the 'Prince of Luck' ought to find himself here in Essyrn."
"Oh, so is that what this place calls itself, Mohz'ren?" Seven shot back, not about to deny the obvious acquaintance. And Mohz'ren laughed.
"Yes, City of the Light, Sands, and your blood," the man replied, slowly unsheating his sword. The blade glinted off the sun, which caused lights to flash across Gherrick's eyes and making him see stars for the briefest of moments. "You've got a pretty penny on your head, Seven. Even here, miles away and near the Moraki Desert."
"Well, isn't that lovely? I was going to see about getting a job, but maybe if I turn myself in for money-" Seven began to say when a sudden
"YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" came roaring from Mohz'ren's mouth as the beast of a man came tearing towards him, sword in hand and cut through the air with a whoosh. Seven ducked just in time, dancing away from the sword slashing attacks with a dancer's finesse, and eventually tumbled himself far enough away to buy himself time to yank the red bowstaff from where it was slung across his back, and made a quick sweep and took out Mohz'ren's legs.
Turning around, Gherrick was about ready to bolt clean out of there but as he stumbled to a halt. To his left was a man holding three sheeps and a goat, the goat of which 'baahed' along with the sheep as it's owner stumbled to a halt to stare right back at Gherrick. The man had a larger heard following him, and Seven wasn't about ready to start a stampede of sheep throughout the city... So he turned and to his right, there was the bustling, busy streets, that of which a large caravan carrying heavy obsidian blocks was walking through. No, that direction was no good. So he turned, hands sweating at his sides to look right before him, and right before him were the lovely ladies again.
They giggled his way, fluttering their dark lashes and gesturing for him to come on in. Though before he had a chance to re-think his plan of action, Mohz'ren was growling from the sandy streets and throwing an arm out and latching onto Gherrick's ankle. So when Gherrick attempted to get away, he lost his footing and fell clean onto his face.
"I've got you now, Seven of the Sea!" the man shouted, when suddenly Gherrick's leather boot smashed into his face. "ARGH!!!" and another quick kick had Gherrick stomping ontop of Mohz'ren's fingers and the man "ARRRGHED!!"ed again.
With his leg now free, Seven let out a cry of elation as he dashed away, calling back towards Mohz'ren,
"Better luck next time, Mohz'ren! Maybe you'll find me back on the other side of the world next time we meet!" and the man growled in resposne as Gherrick laughed and disappeared,running full force into the curtained tent of the 'Lovely Diamond' whore house. And it was only when he was half way through the place did Gherrick find himself tripping over a very ornate piece of furniture, and landed, face first, into a mound of exotically colored pillows, with glittering tassels adorning it's sides.
With a groan, he lifted his face from the plushed, perfumed bed of pillows to be staring up at..
his face went red, for he was looking at a very ripe, and very pert, and very swollen pair of breasts, barely held together by a slim piece of translucent white clothe.
"Hey there, handsome, here to play?"
At her words, Gherrick's mouth dropped open. The woman's grin turned into that of the chesire cat's. SHe laced a long, loose wrap of clothe around his neck; the fabric being sheer and thin, and as nearly translucent as her top.
"Come, my name is Sorya," she purred. "I take you to heaven now, ya?" And she pulled the piece of clothe she had drapped around him, drawing him in close and smashed her lips hungrily into his.
Gherrick's eyes went as wide as saucers before they fluttered closed. He exhaled through a moan as they kissed, and by the time he was able to get his wits about him, the woman was kissing him deeper, hands slipping inside his robes and threatening to pull them open. It was when his shirt hung off his shoulder did he give a yelp and tore away from her grasp.
"Er- s-sorry, you're very nice but.." Gherrick stammered. The woman looked up at him, her dark hair in a tussle before her eyes. But she had a knowing grin and was pleased when she looked down towards his pants, seeing something interesting there. Gherrick's face went as dark red as a tomato.
"Is she not your type?" Another woman cut in, stepping out from behind hima nd wrapping her bangled arms around his neck. Gherrick gasped, choking now on his breath, his eyes bulging from their socket and his heart, nearly shot clean out of his chest. Her body was pressed up behind his, her hands now smoothing down his front, pushing open the front of his shirt some more to smooth over the muscles of his chest. "Oh.. nice and tight," she purred into his ear, grabbing firmly at his ass.
Gherrick yelped again and leaped away from the woman.
"Ladies, ladies! It is not that I, erm, don't appreciate your sentiments but, I er- really don't have the time to be- and well, this is most inappropriate you see-" and that's when he felt a hand on his crotch and froze in place. Any attempt for him to escape was thwarted as his legs turned lame. The same hand now smoothed down his thigh. His blue eyes dropped down to spot a pair of women on the floor. One of them rose to her knees before him with a giggle, and grabbed at the black-wrapped clothe belt about his waist.
"There is always time for a 'diamond'," the woman cooed. Gherrick's face burned hotter.
"No, seriously, I-"
SFFFFFFFFT- and in one stealthy move, the woman yanked the belt off from his pants, and they dropped clean to the ground. Gherrick went from beet red to ghost white, and just as the group of women began to latch all around him, kisses here, touches there; a sudden..
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!" cut through the mess.
"Mohz'ren!" Seven exclaimed, turning around and staring slack-jawed and stupid at the bounty hunter who was now storming his way. And boy was he ever red faced.
"L-ladies!" Gherrick yelped desperately, tripping over them now as he was trying to push them away so he could escape not only them, but the man snarling his way! He fumbled at his clothes, but the women kept at it.
"LADIES!" he shouted again, his voice finally coming out with some conviction as he yanked up his pants, stumbling over the lot of them. They all paused and stared at him, and he only stared back at them with his hair a mess about his face,a nd his clothes, still a loose mess as well. They seemed so sad now that he was leaving, all wearing doll like pouts.
"Er.. s-sorry but I have to go?" Seven said with meek hesitation. "But I kind of want to keep my head!"
"YARRRRRRRRRRR!" The ladies bought Mohz'ren enough time for him to get close enough to tear his sword at Gherrick's face. The women gasped as he plowed through them.
Upset and more pissed off that he ruined their chances with the handsome red-haired stranger, the women began to hiss and shout at him in their native tongue, throwing wine at him and even spitting before proceeding to beat on Mohz'ren with pillows, blankets,a nd then finally, beginning to crack jars over his head.
"ARRRRRGH! Ladies, ladies STOP!" he roared, and the entirety of them halted a moment, but only briefly to hear out Mohz'ren's words. "You're letting that thief get away!!"
And the women all exchanged glances, Sorya then signalling them when all at once, they took up jars and smashed it over the man's head at once. And at the sound of Mohz'ren's screams, Seven turned around as he slipped out the back end of the tent, a smile upon his blushed cheeks. He was all lip-stick stained, from his face to his chest (and even a few pocked his pants- and even beneath). And his clothing was still half falling off as he stumbled over his own boots and had to use his bostaff to support his legs as he walked (for there was a pair of panties tied around one ankle, a few perfumed scarves on the other,) which now hindered his movement. Pulling up one sleeve, he found himself needing to use his other hand to keep up his pants, for his black, silk belt was long forgotten in the bowels of the wicked 'Love Diamond'.
"Gods... I'll never forget the city of Essyrn," he muttered, as he stumbled through the backs of buildings and tents of the market and began to work at plucking off the remains of the lovely ladies's discards, leaving a trail of their belongings in his wake. It was only when he made it to the far end of the market that he felt safe enough to slump against a sand stone building and buried his face well into it, his bow staff now draped at his side, and his appearance somewhat more modest than it had been before.