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Alias: White Rose
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Post by Zenna on Jun 1, 2017 9:31:19 GMT -8
She arrived with nothing more than the clothes on her back, a satchel on her shoulder, and a small bag of coins cleverly hidden within the heavy folds of her patchwork skirt.
Zenna paused at the crest of a hill just outside the walls of the capital, her blue-gray eyes squinted against the glare of the rising sun. There it was: Tyran. A city of new beginnings, of hope, dreams, and limitless possibilities. From this point on her future was whatever she made of it, dependent only upon her ambition, her will.
She truly felt it now. She was free.
An effervescent excitement danced within her core, her fingers tingled and bubbling laughter filled her throat, barely held in check. She wanted to run, skip, twirl, leap...but she controlled the urge, keeping her steps measured and movements graceful as she proceeded towards the city.
The rutted, dirt-packed path she followed merged with a wider cobblestone road. It was still early, the sun just two fingers above the eastern horizon, but already farmers and others were going about their business. Some pushed small carts , some trudged along on foot, others clucked their tongues at donkeys and horses pulling wagons and carriages. She moved off to the side out of the way of those long jaded with city life and well used to the eclectic population and architecture that made up the capital. The locals and frequent visitors moved faster, focused only on reaching their destination. Zenna walked slowly, gawking at everything, her head swiveling as she tried to absorb it all.
Oh, she tried to blend in, keeping up with the flow of foot traffic and never staring at one thing or person for too long. But some noticed.
Heads turned for different reasons: the bright smile, the twinkle in her exotically slanted eyes, the excited youthful blush of her cheeks. She wore a mix of colors and fabrics that should have clashed - a crimson bodice over a forest green blouse, a purple scarf covering her hair, a patchwork skirt made up of every color of the rainbow - yet on her it seemed natural. Then there was the way she moved. Every step was accompanied by a captivating sway of the hips and a subtle roll of the shoulders that added an air of alluring sensuality. It was an ingrained habit, she did not mean to stand out at all.
After checking the hand-sketched map in her hand, Zenna readjusted the satchel on her shoulder and followed the center street to the bustling city market. It was early enough some vendors were still setting up their goods. After a quick glance around she crossed the square towards a modest stall set up on the northern side where a dark complected merchant was peddling relics and antiques from the southern lands.
"Irius?" she asked hesitantly.
The man turned away from the good-laden table, his dark eyes assessing her appearance from head to toe. "Maybe," he said after a beat. "And you are...?"
She wasn't fooled, it had to be him. He was the only one dressed in the traditional southern style, wearing a diamond brocade sherwani over a linen kurta and cambric shalwar. They were finely tailored, she could tell. She had a good eye for fashion.
"I'm Zenna," she answered, amused at his coyness. "My Master... I mean, Lord Curo sent me. I have papers." Cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her slip, she swung the satchel around and began to rummage through the contents. "Here they are..."
The merchant took the scroll from her and unrolled it with a practiced flick of his wrist. His dark eyes skimmed over the contents and lingered on the official wax seal at the bottom. "You were Curo's?" he asked with a raised brow. "His property rarely leaves the homeland."
Anger and irritation quickly replaced her earlier embarrassment. Her words came out sharper than she intended. "I earned my freedom, Trader. He named you as one I could trust. I have no objection to finding my own way, however."
"No, no," he quickly replied to her subtle threat. "I am honored to help one of the Warrior's favored. Give me your map there." She did so and he laid the faded sketch across a nearby crate. He pulled a wrapped charcoal stick out of his shalwar pocket and began to draw another map in the bottom corner. "I've rented a small apartment above a mate's shop in the business district, you can stay there for now," he explained as he drew. "Place is paid up full for the month, so happens I'm leaving early this afternoon. Consider the space yours for the remainder but first of next month, you're on your own." He straightened up and handed the map and scroll back to her, his expression firm. "That's all I can do for you, girl. I owe the Warrior but not so much that this won't make us square. You won't get a free ride from me, understand?"
"Yes," she said, barely keeping her anger in check. "I don't give free rides, either." She ignored his knowing smirk and tipped her head towards him. "Thank you, Trader. I will make sure Lord Curo knows how helpful you were. Good day."
Zenna felt his eyes following her as she walked away and suppressed a shudder. Some of the shine had disappeared from the day thanks to the slimy Trader. She consoled herself with the fact she'd never have to see him again. She had somewhere to stay, a month was plenty of time to get herself set up and her business started.
I am the Warrior's White Rose, she smiled to herself. If I can tame him, I can do anything.
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 3, 2017 19:36:46 GMT -8
Two days later...
The early afternoon light filtered through a dirty window, the illuminated square gradually sliding across a dusty wood floor until it reached a blanket wrapped bundle laying in the middle of the room.
"Nnnngghhh," the bundle moaned.
The light persisted, finding a crack in the cotton cocoon through which to penetrate Zenna's eyelids.
"Good gods, go awaaay!" she whined at the sun.
Since the sun refused to obey, and she gave it a good five minutes to do so, she gave up hope and wiggled her way out of the tangle of blankets. Standing up was a monumental task and she didn't have the energy, instead she crawled on all fours into the tiny wash room.
A little while later Zenna stepped out feeling less like the zombie she'd been upon first waking. It was time to Journi up the tiny space and make it hers.
It was a tiny apartment with a single bedroom, washroom, and a connected living space and kitchen area. But the floors and walls were solid, the windows weren't broken, and the apartment had a convenient pump system so she wouldn't have to cart buckets up the stairs from the well out back.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a flurry of cleaning, unpacking, and decorating. Before she was the Warrior's White Rose, she was Zenna Whiterose of the Journi Whiterose troupe. The Journi people were well known in the southern parts of the land as traveling performers, peddlers, and sometimes thieves. But really made the Journi stand out were their brightly decorated wagons and tendency to wear as many colors at one time as possible.
While she had a small fortune in gold coins and precious gems stashed away from her freedom dowry, she knew that it had a lot of work to do already. She allowed herself only one gold coin and a few coppers to spend. Other than dancing and acrobatics, Zenna also had what her father called The Gift of Gab. Before the sun set that evening she came back with dinner, two new outfits, and a couple contracts from market merchants for deliveries the next morning.
It was too warm to light the fireplace so she opened the bay window and curled up in the window seat with an orange and a bag of roasted almonds, watching the urchins lighting the street lamps in the market district below.
She smiled down at the street and gathered a handful of almonds from the slightly greasy bag.
"One of these days, all that will be mine..."
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
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Post by Zenna on Jun 4, 2017 12:36:52 GMT -8
The next morning...
It wasn't even noon and already Zenna was sweating. The deliveries arrived with the dawn and she had spent all morning putting a large dent into the mountain of goods stacked in the center of the small apartment. Wiping her brow she flopped into the cushioned seat of the open bay window with a hunk of yellow cheese and a canteen of water.
So far things were really working out in her favor. The exchange rate for gold, obsidian, and ivory was more than she imagined so she was able to collect two wagon loads of eclectic goodies. If she played it smart her freedom dowry would stretch a lot further than originally planned.
The apartment looked nothing like it had yesterday. Scrap fabric from three different tailor shops had been draped above the bay window in place of curtains, above the archway into the tiny kitchen, and from a large ceiling lamp to each corner of the room. The chairs had worn patches in the arms, the tables had scratches, and the rugs had straggling threads but Zenna loved it all. Worn and battered things spoke of history, wisdom, and survival. You could respect those things, trust them, but you could never trust perfection.
To a stranger's eye, the bombardment of colors and mismatched patterns might cause a headache but the variety of it all was soothing to Zenna's wild Journi soul. Every horizontal surface was cluttered with random odds and ends she found interesting or believed would resell for a tidy sum once she convinced the landlord to sell her the shop below. Pillows and giant floor cushions covered the duvet and were scattered in front of the fire, adding a warm, homey touch that invited one to curl up, grab a book, and spend a rainy afternoon getting lost in fantasy.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned big. It was beginning to feel like home.
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gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 6, 2017 16:17:43 GMT -8
The performer's room backstage was as gritty and shady as expected of a brothel. This one was better than most, and she'd been in more than her fair share. Zenna drew in an encouraging breath and shoved pride and dignity into a protective box deep inside herself. There was only room for practicality when it came to doing what needed done for survival.
She knew what happened to those who let pride get in the way.
Her freedom dowry was a tidy sum, enough for her to live on for at least six months, maybe a year. But Zenna planned on being alive for a lot longer than that and she'd spent years making plans for success. Those are plans are what got her through...everything.
She lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and leaned closer to the mirror as she outlined her eyes in kohl. Not an easy task with a mask on. A couple of the other girls whispered and giggled, giving her sideways looks so she'd know they were talking about her. She ignored their twittering.
"Thinks she's too good for us."
"But she's baaashfuuul," the other sing-songed and they both dissolved into annoying giggles again.
"'Course she is, but all the girls wind up naked 'fore it's all said 'n done."
The band struck the final chord for Rita's set and Zenna stood up. She was next. The dangling coins of her circlet, belt, and anklets jingled merrily as she padded barefoot through the room towards the waiting area at the side of the stage. She passed the two whores without sparing them a single glance, regally floating by. Their hatred burned into the bare skin of her back and her lips quirked upwards at the corners.
They were jealous. She loved it.
Rita trudged by her, droopy tits jiggling and bare ass sagging almost as much as her jowls. The old bird was the only one who didn't partake in the petty games the others played. Their eyes met in passing. Rita's were dim and lifeless, the gaze of a woman who knew this was the best it would ever be. Zenna almost felt sorry for her.
The first few bars of her music came on and Zenna's lips turned up into the sultry smirk White Rose was known for. She stalked out onto the stage with confident, predatory grace.
She was nothing like the Lifted Skirt's other girls. She was White Rose. |
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gender: Female
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Post by Zenna on Jun 7, 2017 9:21:05 GMT -8
Up until she was 17 years old, Zenna lived the free and wild life of a much loved Journi daughter. Her father was their troupe's Brohi and her mother his most trusted advisor. PaPa danced, MaMa played the lute, and together they created one of the most successful performance troupes in the deep south - Satyrs and Sirens. Where many Journi troupes were looked at with wary suspicion, the sight of their colorful wagons were greeted with excitement and fanfare. They had numerous wealthy patrons and were the favorite choice among the Ukeshi nobility when it came to their hosted events.
Life was all things good and easy. Zenna was born into, of, and for the Journi lifestyle. She had her mother's wit, her father's passion, and a shining charisma that ensured she always drew the attention she craved. Many were under the mistaken belief that Journi shunned classical education but still knew better than to try and get the upper hand on a Journi peddler in a barter. Troupes needed coin to survive and her MaMa passed along a gift with numbers along with that thick curly hair.
Orcs and fire brought an end to a golden age and left Zenna an orphan with a nasty scar on her neck and a single streak of white in her hair.
There was some lost time between that horrible night and her eventual capture by a slave band on the outskirts of the desert. Then came almost five years of slavery to an Al-Ahara Warrior-turned-sheik. She earned her freedom by adapting, excelling, and clever negotiation. She used every tool she possessed, capitalized on every opportunity, and learned to value her intelligence and practicality over petty things like dignity and pride. Not that she didn't have those, but she believed they were qualities similar to trust - they had to be earned, and their roots began in the self, not in anyone else.
When she reached the capital she knew that in order to succeed she was going to need to supplement her freedom dowry and quick. She wanted a stable, reliable source of income. That meant investments. The first place she went was the Lifted Skirt.
The Lifted Skirt was the nicest brothel on the east side of the city, benefiting from the close proximity to the docks and a smart owner who knew to keep the place nice - but not so nice rebellious nobles lost that buzz of excitement that came with "slumming it." She convinced the stage manager to give her a performance audition and was hired immediately afterwards without any argument on her list of conditions. It was almost disappointing, there wasn't a Journi alive who didn't enjoy a good bought of negotiation.
She got herself stage time a couple nights a week, an secrecy agreement to protect her identity, and the beginnings of respect from Harvy Windfellow - the owner of the Lifted Skirt. It was a decent start, she'd bring in a respectable sum from her dancing but that wasn't the ultimate goal.
Zenna wanted a piece of Harvy's pie. |
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gender: Female
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Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 7, 2017 11:40:56 GMT -8
White Rose's dancing was the best unkept secret to hit the east side since Lord Mikelson bedded Captain Claude's wife twenty years prior. Her performance schedule was unpredictable, which increased customer traffic every night of the week as folks went just in case they could catch the mysterious woman on stage. Unlike the Skirt's other women, White Rose never fully exposed herself, choosing instead to tease, to take the higher road of alluring mystique and talented sensual skill. Soon she rose above vulgar words like "whore" and "slut" painting herself as a classy, truly gifted performer instead.
They began referring to her as "Lady" White Rose.
She danced exclusively at the Skirt, ingratiating herself to both business and clientèle until they began to accept her as one of their own. Better yet, they began to consider her theirs. The Skirt earned devoted, loyal customers who were equally devoted and loyal to their favorite dancer. It was the best of symbiotic relationships, once she had every intention of taking advantage of at the first opportunity.
On her off days she was simply Zenna, the charming, clever Journi new to town and merrily curious about her new home. She walked the market district during the day, idly browsing wares and chatting up the sellers with the ease of a skilled conversationalist. It helped that she was genuinely interested in their stories and people loved to talk about themselves. She dressed the part, choosing to remain true to herself with a colorful Journi style but in high quality fabrics and modest jewelry so the vendors believed she knew what she was talking about.
After a couple of days the information began pouring in. The tailor's shop was about two weeks from ruin because daddy had a spoiled princess and a weakness for five card draw. The miller was currently processing a cousin's bumper crop and drowning in flour because of it, meanwhile the baker she bought bread from every morning had fallen on hard times. It was an easy thing to drop little bits of helpful information into the right ear, earning herself a tidy sum of small moral debts to collect on at an opportune time in the future.
But the real prize was the landlord's shop downstairs... |
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
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Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 9:54:24 GMT -8
Currently the sign above the landlord's shop read simply, "Merchant Shop." It had to be the most boring sign in history. No wonder only three customers walked inside in a week, and two of those had been lost! The building was sound, outdated enough it was almost back in style again, and the location on the north side of the market district made it twice as valuable. She could do so much with the place...if only she could convince old Billy Dawson to sell.
It was a delightful turn of luck that had her coming down the stairs from her apartment just in time to catch Mr. Dawson being helped down from a carriage by a younger look-a-like that could only be his son.
"Ahh... Mr. Dawson, sir... A good morning to you both!" she greeted cheerfully, dropping into a graceful shallow curtsy.
"Miss Whiterose, greetings," the old man said, a small smile lifting the corners of his pale, thin lips. "Let me introduce you to my son, Herbert."
Herbert tipped his hat towards her and she inclined her head in turn.
"Herbert helps me out around the place on occasion, when he's able. Got a house full of kids and his wife just had another!" Mr. Dawson beamed. She could tell he was very proud of his growing legacy.
"How many children?" she asked Herbert, grinning widely. It wasn't just politeness. This was an opportunity, she could smell it. |
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 10:17:15 GMT -8
Turned out Herbert had a total of five children, including a set of twins and a brand new baby girl. They lived out in the country and the trips into the capital to check on and assist his father were getting harder and harder to make. He wanted his father to move in, but the stubborn old goat was reluctant to give up the shop, or his independence.
Zenna went to work on both of them. She frequently visited old Billy in his shop and spent whole mornings asking him about his past, his kids, his grandkids. She inquired how the shop was doing and tutted sympathetically when he admitted he hadn't turned a profit in years.
When Herbert was minding the shop she asked him about his wife and raved about how brave and strong his wife must be to juggle that many young ones and manage a house at the same time. She admitted that his wife (Norma was her name) was a better woman than herself, because surely -she- couldn't have done it alone...
To both she shared her dream of owning her own shop. She told them about her local business interests and established account with the Merchant Bank. She was looking to buy, of course. If only she could find a willing seller...
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 10:31:59 GMT -8
She waited until the rent was due at the first of the next month. Zenna went down that morning and invited old Billy to come up and see the improvements she'd made to the apartment. He couldn't turn her down, although he hesitated at the foot of the stairs.
She didn't offer to assist him. She didn't wait.
After unlocking the door Zenna breezed inside and deliberately did not close the door after herself.
It took Billy Dawson three minutes to climb those stairs. He entered and used a walking stick to close the door behind him. "Now Zenna, you...you shouldn't leave...leave the door open like that. Brings bugs," he chided, frowning slightly. She couldn't tell if that frown was directed at her or how hard a time he was having catching his breath. Poor thing was sweating, too.
She looked him over, lips turned down in concern. "Are you quite alright, Mr. Dawson? Here...have a seat. I'll get you a glass of water." Zenna rushed over to help him to the nearest chair, fussing over him like a mother hen while she got his drink. "You should have told me climbing those stairs was so hard for you! I never even thought about it...," she sighed and shook her head.
She pressed the glass into his hand and then sank down on a floor cushion near his chair. This was almost too easy. |
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gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
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Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 11:11:38 GMT -8
She knew what she was doing was just this side of shady. It may have been morally questionable, but it was good business. It was one of the most valuable things she'd learned while still a slave.
Her owner had been a Warrior turned sheik; his brother had been a successful (which meant very wealthy) Trader in the south. The Warrior noticed her gift with numbers and immediately entered her into tutelage under his brother. It was what a good Al-Ahara slave owner was supposed to do, the success of their freed slaves were a reflection on them. The Warrior had been one of the best.
The Trader, however, had no desire to own or train a slave. Zenna was special, though. Not for being his brother's, for her intelligence. Within a week of lessons her comprehension of complex mathematics was shades above trader apprentices who had been in service to the guild for years. Within a month he was paying his brother to have Zenna minding his personal account ledgers.
Business wasn't all about numbers. One had to be able to research, read their target, and successfully negotiate. Reputation and a network of contacts had to be developed, grown, and maintained. This required a certain mix of charisma, common sense, people skills, and unapologetic greed.
Zenna had all these in spades.
The first step in a successful business deal was getting to know and understand your target. Finding out what they needed. Wanted.
Check.
The second step was getting them to like you, and be impressed by you.
Check.
The third step was having them realize they needed what you had to offer, and making them want it. |
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gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 11:38:35 GMT -8
"You... You really did a lot to the place," Billy said, his words and eyes slow as he looked around in awe. He blinked in the direction of the kitchen. She knew what he was looking at, but pretended otherwise. "Is that an ice box?"
"Hmm? Oh, that. Yes," she chuckled lightly. "I have a Trader contact who frequents the market here that hooked me up with a gnome enchanter. Got the ice box and a new tub put in."
"A... A new tub?"
"Mhm. Rune etched so you can control the temperature of the water without having to do all that boiling first. He said he knew you, actually. He helped his cousin put the water system in here a few years back."
Dawson laughed. "A few? Thirty years is more like it. Where did you get these chairs?" Of course he'd noticed they didn't come from his shop.
And the fish was hooked. She hid her grin. "From that same Trader. Irius?"
"That old son of a bitch?" Dawson scowled. "I've tried getting him to sell to me for years but he never would. Too damn picky about where those southern goods go. Hmph."
She just smiled. Said nothing. Waited while the old man took a closer look at her belongings. He noticed the chipped vase from the far east. The incomplete set of Nevarro's "History Through the Ages" on the bookshelf. The casual use of exotic silk and expensively dyed fabric as drapes and curtains instead of tailored into fancy clothes.
His muddy eyes were sharper when they returned to her. Assessing. "Doing pretty good for yourself so far, aren't ya, missy?"
"Why yes, Mr. Dawson. I am..." |
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 11, 2017 8:15:11 GMT -8
She had a very pleasant conversation with Mr. Dawson that afternoon. They shared tea and spoke about their various merchant contacts and hopes for the future. Turned out that old Billy was tired. He didn't want to admit it to his boy - or himself - but he was ready to retire and spend his last years surrounded by grandkids and loved ones. But he loved his shop, always thought he'd pass it down to his son. Herbert didn't share his love of collecting, that the shop wouldn't stay in the family was a hard pill to swallow.
That three minute trip up the stairs did exactly what she hoped it would.
After assisting him back downstairs, she made a quick trip into the market and then returned to put the finishing touches on the bedroom. She had the bed, an old dresser, and had splurged on a mirrored vanity, but she hadn't added the little touched that would make it -hers- yet.
Zenna spent two hours sitting crosslegged in the middle of the floor surrounded by skeins of castoff yarn, glue, twigs, and a number of other miscellaneous doo-hickies and doo-dads that had caught her eye that afternoon. Macramé was an art the Journi had perfected long ago, using knotted yarn to create elaborate patterns capable of raising a simple mundane item into a thing of rare beauty.
Soon she artfully framed pictures and old portraits of landscapes and people she couldn't identify - but they looked pretty. The walls were covered with interesting patterned lengths of fabric, the window draped, and swags of cotton, silk, and linen hung from the ceiling. It was Irius who sold her a couple of broken sitars that only needed a bit of love and attention, she set those up in the corner.
That evening Zenna leaned in the doorway admiring her work with a small satisfied smile. Mr. Dawson had more faith in her ability to manage a prosperous shop now. Starting tomorrow morning she was to meet him downstairs so he could "show her the ropes." He hadn't agreed to sell, but he was thinking about it. And she was beginning to think she was very close to making this place her home.
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Post by Zenna on Jun 11, 2017 14:04:26 GMT -8
After Jack spent the night she realized that the tiny kitchen needed some work. Sure, she had a fully stocked pantry and the enchanted ice box, but there was no where for them to sit for breakfast. There wasn't much room to put a table, she'd have to find a small one. Zenna often took the time for a jaunt through the market. If she was going to do business here she needed to know who was selling what and where the gaps were for her to eventually fill. By now she knew most of the regulars by name and had their stock burned into her mind. There was a particular drow she thought might have what she had in mind. Manni was shorter than most drow with black skin, red eyes, and snow white hair. He also had a serious chip on his shoulder. She found him sitting on a stump outside his stall. He had beautifully handcrafted goods and no customers. Drow made folks nervous, and then there was Manni's attitude... "Whaddayawant?" he mumbled when she approached, never looking up from the plank of wood he was whittling. "Good day, Manni! How are you? How's business?" she teased, dragging another stump over and taking a seat next to him without invitation. "Hmph." "I can see that," she sympathized. "People are dumb, and obviously blind. You make some of the best stuff around." His whittling paused. "Whaddayawant?" She hid her grin. "A table. A small one but big enough to eat. Has to be cheap, though. I'm trying to buy a shop." "I don't do cheap." She kept her attention on his wares, feigning like she was admiring a nearby shelf. What she really wanted was the blue table he was using to put his tools on. "Nor should you," she agreed. "It's quality work. But maybe you know someone else who does? I wish I could afford your stuff...," she sighed wistfully. "Maybe some day." "Tryna charm me?" "Yes," she grinned, finally turning to look at him. She gave him a playful wink. "Nobody makes furniture like you do." She left an hour later after getting a grin and an agreement for him to have the table delivered. |
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Post by Zenna on Jun 11, 2017 14:53:12 GMT -8
As for the bathroom... She knew as soon as she saw the room that it was meant to be hers. The multicolored tile, bright red walls, and built in vanity felt like they'd been designed specifically to her taste. She found random knick knacks in the market and covered the vanity with makeup and a choice selection of expensive perfumes. The massive silver framed mirror had been bought at an estate auction in the noble populated north district. The enchanted tub was the real star. She had the one that was in there removed the day after she initially moved in. Wood tubs were well and fine, but that one had been small and moldy. Zenna wasn't a prissy woman and never minded dirt under her nails, but when it came to hardcore scrubbing it was time to hire someone else to clean. In this case, a new tub would do. The tub was bought from an upper scale blacksmith at the north end of the district who didn't just forge armor and weapons but dallied in jewelry and precious metals, too. He had his boys deliver and install the tub. Then she sent a message to Irius. He replied in turn telling her the gnome enchanter would arrive the next morning and she had to vacate the premises. The little wizard fellow didn't want her "energy" interfering with his magic. When she returned that day her shiny copper tub had three runes inscribed on it and a small piece of parchment with instructions on how to use it. One rune to heat the water, one to cool it, and another to make it disappear. "Best tub ever," she said to the empty room and grinned.
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gender: Female
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Alias: White Rose
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Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 13, 2017 8:21:15 GMT -8
Meanwhile at the Lifted Skirt...
As much as Harvy Windfellow appreciated and respected Zenna and what she brought to his business as White Rose, it was another who captured his attention.
Tridara Lightair was the opposite of Zenna Whiterose in many ways: blonde, blue eyes, willowy, tall, with the polished accent and mannerisms of a tarnished nobleman's daughter. Her family may have fell into disgraced ruin, but Tridara had found a way to make it work for her. Many men were willing to pay for the usually unattainable pleasure of sharing a noblewoman's bed.
The nobility shined to the common folk, existing in a different world most in the east district couldn't imagine. If the society was to be compared to a wolf pack, the nobility were born alphas, and the commoners omegas at worst, betas at the very best Tridara conducted herself as an alpha would. She commanded, and most obeyed out of habit ingrained over generations. She also had an eye for spotting weakness in her prey, and she pounced on Harvy's immediately.
Harvy enjoyed his women. He treated them well, they had room, board, and at least two hot meals a day. Staff kept the rooms tidy and he insisted they all bath at least twice a week, and commended them if they requested baths more often than that. Unlike most brothels the girls had the right to turn down a john - only one refusal a night but still.
But they couldn't turn down Harvy.
Since that was where her bread and butter were coming from, Tridara set about making Harvy hers, and after a year hers was the only bed he woke in at dawn. After two years, he didn't even demand sex every night, which was nice since she still had to meet the minimum one john a night requirement. He brought her small trinkets as presents, assigned a maid to tend only to her, and gave her the prime spot in the nightly lineup for the stage.
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
Tyran is PG 13 and LGBT friendly.
site updates (dd/mm/yy)
13/11/18 - THERE ARE NEW GODS! please check out the temple folders for more details!
29/11/18 - Both temples have staff positions open for those interested in joining the temples
29/11/18 - We are currently editing our achievements and adding more! Please be patient as we fix this.
current events
TBA
Time: Ongoing
Where: TBA
Host: TBA
staff
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Amika
x_Tempest_D
SW_Hotaru_SD
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(Username may varry)
Joshua
Shelzi
Storyteller/Trent
Wulv
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credits
Tyrannights/VampPub was originally created by Shawn and Doreen. Tyran: Tales of Legends remake is currently owned by Sinead and Laelia Content is copyrighted to Tyran unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
Banner Image was created by Karnage82.
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