1. Tsara Kez'Dar

    Private Meze & Machinations

    Tsara held Marhukules' gaze as long as he allowed, the shimmering of the golden paint that lined each of her eyes dancing not unlike the jewels of his dagger in the amber light of myriad small flames. Thinking on his words, the woman wondered for a brief moment if she too were not unlike the...
  2. Tsara Kez'Dar

    Private Meze & Machinations

    For most, to gaze upon Marhukules was to see a tool not unlike the club he was typically armed with. Both reflected the salon's soft light, hardbodied and polished to dead efficacy by unfathomable violence. The man's features expressed about as much emotion as the unyielding wood, yet to be...
  3. Tsara Kez'Dar

    Private Meze & Machinations

    The fragrant smoke of incense bathed the room known to hold the clasping and clenching of the Mansa's many Hands, blue-grey against the white tapestries which draped across each wall and the crimson of the words of Faamaba's Mandate emblazoned across the lot of them. Nestled close to the...
  4. Tsara Kez'Dar

    Tsara the Unforsakeable / the Unforeseeable

    It is said amongst those women who pace the gilt skybridges of the hanging palaces, that Tsara the Unforesakeable was the daughter of the Faamaba dethroned by Nebu the Prophet--may his name forever bring fair winds. As they sip their bissap, ever mindful to not stain the pearl-lacquer of their...
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