The Bowshot King (A Nomad Quest)
- Thread starter Laplace
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- USA
[x]- With interest.
[x]- Reasonable Annoyance
[x]- Reasonable Annoyance
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]- With contempt.
[X]- Measured Respect.
[X]- Measured Respect.
- Location
- Minnesota
[x]- With interest.
[x]- Measured Respect:
[x]- Measured Respect:
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[X]- With contempt.
[X]- Measured Respect.
Atil needs to grow a thick skin and some martial skills to survive at court. Having to live the rest of your life looked down upon for being a "barbaric nomad" is going to be emotionally draining, not to mention the physical bullying he could be subject to.
That aside, absolutely love the scenes with Atil's family, especially the bit where he's adviced to go steal a horse and loot a temple if he ever grows tired of everything.
[X]- Measured Respect.
Atil needs to grow a thick skin and some martial skills to survive at court. Having to live the rest of your life looked down upon for being a "barbaric nomad" is going to be emotionally draining, not to mention the physical bullying he could be subject to.
That aside, absolutely love the scenes with Atil's family, especially the bit where he's adviced to go steal a horse and loot a temple if he ever grows tired of everything.
- Location
- boundless optimism
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Chapter Three: Entering the Passes
- Location
- boundless optimism
Owing to certain mathematical proofs, it was discerned that the world is a sphere two hundred and fifty thousand stades in circumference. Of these two hundred and fifty thousand stades, one hundred seventy five thousand are salt water. Of these two hundred and fifty thousand stades, seventy five thousand are the world island.
Now at the edges of the world islands are verdant forests and bountiful flood plains. If the traveler goes inland, they find the landscape becoming harsher. Mountains jut upwards to the sky. Deserts dominate vast stretches of the land. Grass, once green, becomes yellow. Forests are no longer king, instead, they cling to rugged life along small rivers and oasis. To many scholars, this is the reason why the Serpi so desperately fling themselves at civilization. The poverty of their homes compels themselves to ride down and slaughter the innocent folk. Looting all that they can.
"That's false, of course," Jigei Tolma informed Atil. They were riding through the Heaven-Gate Pass, a fortified mountain pass that Moth and Flower built in an attempt to control trade. Sometimes it is closed, with crossbows and fire-lances spitting bolts and fire at any figure on a horse within a league. But now that Xige Angha Khan inked the most recent treaty, Heaven-Gate was open to all Serpi. In fact, it was thronged with them. "We don't starve, heaven knows. But you must understand that this is what they think of us-- leather chewing barbarians, to be brought off with some trinkets and baubles."
"Which we aren't, sir. Except when we do."
"Which we aren't!" The angarist glared at one of the Moth and Flower people, distinguishable from the rest by their long hair, tied in a single knot. "Remind me to slap you one when we're in private. The cheek… but all the good singers are cheeky. Yes, yes, we oughtent be brought off for some silk brocade and silver treasures. This is a paper and ink treaty, boy. No one fought for it, and no one bled for it. It is a terrible thing."
"But isn't that the best?" Atil argued. "We're so fearsome that the August Thearch fears to send anyone out to meet us. We're so powerful that it's certain, to these people, that any army would be torn to itty bitty bits and trampled back into the dust by our warhorses."
"Eminently possible. Or, they think that we're to be suckered in for a bad deal. If Xige Angha Khan sent his real son… no, that's not right. In any case, I don't like the clause to forestall all private raids. That's the lifeblood of a Serpi."
"The trade we get with this place--" Atil waved a hand all around them-- "should more than make up for that, sir." Also, Atil added in his mind, wasn't the lifeblood of a Serpi his horse? Oh, honored teacher, please keep things straight.
"If we're merely talking about wealth. That's not all in the world. Without it, the young warriors can't show their valor. They'll move away, over to the khans by the Hundred Nails or the Axial Ocean. Our Xige Angha Khan can keep his retainers, but no one else. He'll have to pay out even more treasure, in gold, silk, and cattle, to lure in new blood. That's a ruinous cost. He'll spend himself into poverty, or hoard it all away and everyone'd leave. Where will that leave us then?"
Atil frowned. Well, it would lead to Xige Angha Khan dead, and for Atil, that sounded pretty nice. On the other hand…
Atil shook his head and instead appreciated his environs.
Heaven-Gate consisted of a broad thoroughfare, the sides lined with weary travelers and opportunistic hawkers. Where others were bogged down in the mass, halted by stubborn beasts and hands demanding that they buy a kebab, some scallion frybread, or by gulls plying marks with schemes, Atil's party was not. Three fully armored warriors in the vanguard shouted "make way for the prince!" and struck stragglers with lance staffs and a horsehair banner flying the tagma of Xige Angha Khan made a strong argument to evacuate the path.
Along the sides of the road loomed two canyon cliffs, carved with images of Moth and Flower soldiers. Atil was unable to read, but Jigei Tolma could. "Now, that's Li Guang," he said, pointing at a general with a straight sword, stomping on a demon. "I remember when Xige Angha Khan was just a bey. We fought him over Gusun Lake, I believe. That's Xi Lihang, I'm surprised he's here! He nearly defected to us, back when the Biyeg Khan was in power. His descendants must be especially influential in court… That one, I don't recognize. He's… oh, some sort of honored ancestor, nothing to do with us."
"You seem to know quite a lot about them, sir."
"Know the enemy, boy."
In the space of three hours, sweltering under the hot sun, the convoy stumbled to the other end of the pass. All in all, three people had their fingers bitten off by the dragon horse, which was actually rather fortunate considering the heat and the press of the crowd.
They went through the pass with the customary bribe. Jigei Tolma was near spitting fire when he handed over the pouch of silver, dickering with the official all the while. Atil wanted to run off with one of the soldiers, who had mysteriously vanished to bargain over small nubs of genuine frankincense. Except, of course, Jigei Tolma had snapped at Atil to stay with the main convoy. He ended up watching the dragon horse instead, with a group of other young nobles, an assortment from Serpi tribes, Moth and Flower aristocracies, and other miscellaneous kingdoms.
What was Atil's first impression of Civilization?
[]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
"Are you sure this is really needed?"
The greatest city in the world is Eternal Peace. At least, this is what Moth and Flower say, and at first sight, Atil was persuaded to agree. It was as large as the distance of the range of a horse herd. The saying of the Eternal Peacers, that the world starts at Mingde Palace and ends in Xuande Gate was apt. Upon entrance, Atil and his party were greeted by a party of officials and soldiers both. Well, at least Atil assumed they were soldiers, because they didn't have horses, but they did wear armor covering their chests.
The leader of the party was a small, hunched over man. "This unworthy one greets the son of the great khan," he said in a very servile tone when the party was greeted at Xuande Gate. Yet, Atil couldn't help but note, he didn't kowtow, only made a small bow. "The honored ones must be tired after their long journey. Please, allow this unworthy one welcome you into the Mingde Palace."
So they did. The Serpi soldiers around him were trained well, but Atil was not. His head swung as if on a pivot. His ears was assailed by the gawking crowd, who had seemingly been conjured out of thin air to put a hundred thousand curious eyes on him.
"What a sight! Look at those horses."
"The armor on them isn't bad either. Excellent craft! It might be better than jewelry. Who's that in the middle?"
"The old man?"
"No, the child. But I'm surprised they have old men. I would have thought they'd kill all the old people."
"I heard it was the khan's son."
"Lucky man, that khan. He's a good look about him. But he's a little bit stringy, isn't he? I thought all those barbarians to the west were six feet tall and strong as horses."
"They are also starving, leather chewing barbarians, my friend."
Had Atil been anyone other than who he was (a singer, that is, a congenital attention seeker) he might have wilted. Or he might have had to consciously force himself to be a splitting image of the great khan of the Serpi. But he is who he is, so he quite naturally blossomed under the crowd's attention. He acknowledged the crowd's interest like a true prince-- that is, he made every outward indication that nothing was happening, because the common rabble was so far beneath him that it was not even worth commenting on.
Now we return to the present stage-- an antechamber in the Mingde Palace, in one of its many wings that Atil couldn't keep track of. He was being loaded down with all manner of gold and silver jewelry, the soldiers serving as makeshift servants. His belt of honest bone was replaced with one with a heavy pure gold buckle, with two stags locking horns as the device. Hoop after hoop of silver and jade necklaces weighed on him like a yoke. He was unsure if the hat-- a monster of a thing, a tall felt cylinder with a silver device displaying Xige Angha Khan's tagma-- an abstract representation of a fish leaping out of a river-- hung on a chain over the front, made him look like a prick.
He felt less a man and more a walking wardrobe.
"Unfortunately, yes. It's all about appearance with these bastards." Jigei Tolma was sitting on a bench, vibrating with inner disdain and affront at the thought of a wood roof above him. "We--- that's Xige Angha Khan and I-- thought about fitting you with a suit of armor, but we thought that that would be too much of a threat. So it's all this glittering crap on you."
Atil sighed. "And I can't keep this, can I?"
His mentor shook his head.
They waited for another hour. The soldiers prowled around the small room, as impatient and nervous as lions locked in a cage. Jigei Tolma muttered a prayer to the Eternal Blue Heaven under his breath. Atil was nearly out of his mind with impatience before another one of the palace's interchangeable, nameless, and unknown servants shuffled into the room, simpering all the while.
Thus is Sudynn Atil presented to court. Weighed down in gold, flanked by the valor of the Serpi nation. The August Thearch holds his court at a temple on top of a hundred and eight steps. The road to this temple is lined with the officials of the court, stone-faced soldiers, and flags proclaiming the eternal glory of the Moth and Flower. It was as if the entire sky was replaced with the fluttering of the titular moths, with how many of the varicolored banners there were.
As he climbed the interminable steps, Atil recited all the taboos of the court to himself. Don't look the August Thearch in the eye. He's the pivot of heaven, and therefore a god. Therefore avert your eyes from his glory in court. Always refer to yourself as the humble one, or the unworthy one, or some other demeaning name. Don't start fights. Present yourself, press your head to the floor, and only move when the Thearch makes a motion to you.
The inside of the temple-court was lit by a multitude of lanterns hanging from the rafters, in mimicry of the night sky. A human sea of courtiers stood on either side to the main path to the August Thearch. Atil looked right and saw a sea of scribes, men in fine silks and the hats he knew to associate with the scholarly caste. Atil looked right and saw a sea of generals, marquesses, the heads of the hereditary military families, a small figurine of a sword, representative of their rank and role, dangling from their belts. Among this crowd, he even saw a few familiar Serpi faces peering at him.
Atil looked forward and beheld the August Thearch, under the lids of his eyes. A single man, ensconced in a city inside of a city, distant from his subjects and his courtiers alike. An empty space, ten paces wide, emanated from the Thearch and his throne. As for the Thearch himself, Atil couldn't see him. The Thearch wore such a weight of cloth of gold that the light from the lanterns turned him into a being of cold, bright light. Even his human face was obscured by a veil of swaying beads. He's not a man, with flesh and blood and dreams and failings. Like Atil, the Thearch was a wardrobe. A radiant, golden god, with the power of life and death over tens of thousands of households.
This seemed to Atil an incomprehensibly, intolerably lonesome existence.
How does Atil Bow?
[]- Cringing and scraping: Throwing himself on his stomach and wriggling like a worm, Atil will crawl all the way, under contemptuous eyes. It's the safest, and he is not proud enough to risk his neck over his face, even though he can feel the soldier's regard for him slip down a notch.
[]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
[]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
Now at the edges of the world islands are verdant forests and bountiful flood plains. If the traveler goes inland, they find the landscape becoming harsher. Mountains jut upwards to the sky. Deserts dominate vast stretches of the land. Grass, once green, becomes yellow. Forests are no longer king, instead, they cling to rugged life along small rivers and oasis. To many scholars, this is the reason why the Serpi so desperately fling themselves at civilization. The poverty of their homes compels themselves to ride down and slaughter the innocent folk. Looting all that they can.
"That's false, of course," Jigei Tolma informed Atil. They were riding through the Heaven-Gate Pass, a fortified mountain pass that Moth and Flower built in an attempt to control trade. Sometimes it is closed, with crossbows and fire-lances spitting bolts and fire at any figure on a horse within a league. But now that Xige Angha Khan inked the most recent treaty, Heaven-Gate was open to all Serpi. In fact, it was thronged with them. "We don't starve, heaven knows. But you must understand that this is what they think of us-- leather chewing barbarians, to be brought off with some trinkets and baubles."
"Which we aren't, sir. Except when we do."
"Which we aren't!" The angarist glared at one of the Moth and Flower people, distinguishable from the rest by their long hair, tied in a single knot. "Remind me to slap you one when we're in private. The cheek… but all the good singers are cheeky. Yes, yes, we oughtent be brought off for some silk brocade and silver treasures. This is a paper and ink treaty, boy. No one fought for it, and no one bled for it. It is a terrible thing."
"But isn't that the best?" Atil argued. "We're so fearsome that the August Thearch fears to send anyone out to meet us. We're so powerful that it's certain, to these people, that any army would be torn to itty bitty bits and trampled back into the dust by our warhorses."
"Eminently possible. Or, they think that we're to be suckered in for a bad deal. If Xige Angha Khan sent his real son… no, that's not right. In any case, I don't like the clause to forestall all private raids. That's the lifeblood of a Serpi."
"The trade we get with this place--" Atil waved a hand all around them-- "should more than make up for that, sir." Also, Atil added in his mind, wasn't the lifeblood of a Serpi his horse? Oh, honored teacher, please keep things straight.
"If we're merely talking about wealth. That's not all in the world. Without it, the young warriors can't show their valor. They'll move away, over to the khans by the Hundred Nails or the Axial Ocean. Our Xige Angha Khan can keep his retainers, but no one else. He'll have to pay out even more treasure, in gold, silk, and cattle, to lure in new blood. That's a ruinous cost. He'll spend himself into poverty, or hoard it all away and everyone'd leave. Where will that leave us then?"
Atil frowned. Well, it would lead to Xige Angha Khan dead, and for Atil, that sounded pretty nice. On the other hand…
Atil shook his head and instead appreciated his environs.
Heaven-Gate consisted of a broad thoroughfare, the sides lined with weary travelers and opportunistic hawkers. Where others were bogged down in the mass, halted by stubborn beasts and hands demanding that they buy a kebab, some scallion frybread, or by gulls plying marks with schemes, Atil's party was not. Three fully armored warriors in the vanguard shouted "make way for the prince!" and struck stragglers with lance staffs and a horsehair banner flying the tagma of Xige Angha Khan made a strong argument to evacuate the path.
Along the sides of the road loomed two canyon cliffs, carved with images of Moth and Flower soldiers. Atil was unable to read, but Jigei Tolma could. "Now, that's Li Guang," he said, pointing at a general with a straight sword, stomping on a demon. "I remember when Xige Angha Khan was just a bey. We fought him over Gusun Lake, I believe. That's Xi Lihang, I'm surprised he's here! He nearly defected to us, back when the Biyeg Khan was in power. His descendants must be especially influential in court… That one, I don't recognize. He's… oh, some sort of honored ancestor, nothing to do with us."
"You seem to know quite a lot about them, sir."
"Know the enemy, boy."
In the space of three hours, sweltering under the hot sun, the convoy stumbled to the other end of the pass. All in all, three people had their fingers bitten off by the dragon horse, which was actually rather fortunate considering the heat and the press of the crowd.
They went through the pass with the customary bribe. Jigei Tolma was near spitting fire when he handed over the pouch of silver, dickering with the official all the while. Atil wanted to run off with one of the soldiers, who had mysteriously vanished to bargain over small nubs of genuine frankincense. Except, of course, Jigei Tolma had snapped at Atil to stay with the main convoy. He ended up watching the dragon horse instead, with a group of other young nobles, an assortment from Serpi tribes, Moth and Flower aristocracies, and other miscellaneous kingdoms.
What was Atil's first impression of Civilization?
[]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
"Are you sure this is really needed?"
The greatest city in the world is Eternal Peace. At least, this is what Moth and Flower say, and at first sight, Atil was persuaded to agree. It was as large as the distance of the range of a horse herd. The saying of the Eternal Peacers, that the world starts at Mingde Palace and ends in Xuande Gate was apt. Upon entrance, Atil and his party were greeted by a party of officials and soldiers both. Well, at least Atil assumed they were soldiers, because they didn't have horses, but they did wear armor covering their chests.
The leader of the party was a small, hunched over man. "This unworthy one greets the son of the great khan," he said in a very servile tone when the party was greeted at Xuande Gate. Yet, Atil couldn't help but note, he didn't kowtow, only made a small bow. "The honored ones must be tired after their long journey. Please, allow this unworthy one welcome you into the Mingde Palace."
So they did. The Serpi soldiers around him were trained well, but Atil was not. His head swung as if on a pivot. His ears was assailed by the gawking crowd, who had seemingly been conjured out of thin air to put a hundred thousand curious eyes on him.
"What a sight! Look at those horses."
"The armor on them isn't bad either. Excellent craft! It might be better than jewelry. Who's that in the middle?"
"The old man?"
"No, the child. But I'm surprised they have old men. I would have thought they'd kill all the old people."
"I heard it was the khan's son."
"Lucky man, that khan. He's a good look about him. But he's a little bit stringy, isn't he? I thought all those barbarians to the west were six feet tall and strong as horses."
"They are also starving, leather chewing barbarians, my friend."
Had Atil been anyone other than who he was (a singer, that is, a congenital attention seeker) he might have wilted. Or he might have had to consciously force himself to be a splitting image of the great khan of the Serpi. But he is who he is, so he quite naturally blossomed under the crowd's attention. He acknowledged the crowd's interest like a true prince-- that is, he made every outward indication that nothing was happening, because the common rabble was so far beneath him that it was not even worth commenting on.
Now we return to the present stage-- an antechamber in the Mingde Palace, in one of its many wings that Atil couldn't keep track of. He was being loaded down with all manner of gold and silver jewelry, the soldiers serving as makeshift servants. His belt of honest bone was replaced with one with a heavy pure gold buckle, with two stags locking horns as the device. Hoop after hoop of silver and jade necklaces weighed on him like a yoke. He was unsure if the hat-- a monster of a thing, a tall felt cylinder with a silver device displaying Xige Angha Khan's tagma-- an abstract representation of a fish leaping out of a river-- hung on a chain over the front, made him look like a prick.
He felt less a man and more a walking wardrobe.
"Unfortunately, yes. It's all about appearance with these bastards." Jigei Tolma was sitting on a bench, vibrating with inner disdain and affront at the thought of a wood roof above him. "We--- that's Xige Angha Khan and I-- thought about fitting you with a suit of armor, but we thought that that would be too much of a threat. So it's all this glittering crap on you."
Atil sighed. "And I can't keep this, can I?"
His mentor shook his head.
They waited for another hour. The soldiers prowled around the small room, as impatient and nervous as lions locked in a cage. Jigei Tolma muttered a prayer to the Eternal Blue Heaven under his breath. Atil was nearly out of his mind with impatience before another one of the palace's interchangeable, nameless, and unknown servants shuffled into the room, simpering all the while.
Thus is Sudynn Atil presented to court. Weighed down in gold, flanked by the valor of the Serpi nation. The August Thearch holds his court at a temple on top of a hundred and eight steps. The road to this temple is lined with the officials of the court, stone-faced soldiers, and flags proclaiming the eternal glory of the Moth and Flower. It was as if the entire sky was replaced with the fluttering of the titular moths, with how many of the varicolored banners there were.
As he climbed the interminable steps, Atil recited all the taboos of the court to himself. Don't look the August Thearch in the eye. He's the pivot of heaven, and therefore a god. Therefore avert your eyes from his glory in court. Always refer to yourself as the humble one, or the unworthy one, or some other demeaning name. Don't start fights. Present yourself, press your head to the floor, and only move when the Thearch makes a motion to you.
The inside of the temple-court was lit by a multitude of lanterns hanging from the rafters, in mimicry of the night sky. A human sea of courtiers stood on either side to the main path to the August Thearch. Atil looked right and saw a sea of scribes, men in fine silks and the hats he knew to associate with the scholarly caste. Atil looked right and saw a sea of generals, marquesses, the heads of the hereditary military families, a small figurine of a sword, representative of their rank and role, dangling from their belts. Among this crowd, he even saw a few familiar Serpi faces peering at him.
Atil looked forward and beheld the August Thearch, under the lids of his eyes. A single man, ensconced in a city inside of a city, distant from his subjects and his courtiers alike. An empty space, ten paces wide, emanated from the Thearch and his throne. As for the Thearch himself, Atil couldn't see him. The Thearch wore such a weight of cloth of gold that the light from the lanterns turned him into a being of cold, bright light. Even his human face was obscured by a veil of swaying beads. He's not a man, with flesh and blood and dreams and failings. Like Atil, the Thearch was a wardrobe. A radiant, golden god, with the power of life and death over tens of thousands of households.
This seemed to Atil an incomprehensibly, intolerably lonesome existence.
How does Atil Bow?
[]- Cringing and scraping: Throwing himself on his stomach and wriggling like a worm, Atil will crawl all the way, under contemptuous eyes. It's the safest, and he is not proud enough to risk his neck over his face, even though he can feel the soldier's regard for him slip down a notch.
[]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
[]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
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- Location
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[X]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
[X]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
[X]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
- Pronouns
- It/Its
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
No question on this one, unsure of the other though
[X]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
Might as well
No question on this one, unsure of the other though
[X]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
Might as well
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[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
It won't do to forget our roots so early. We're supposed to be the son of the great khan, so time to live up to that reputation.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
It won't do to forget our roots so early. We're supposed to be the son of the great khan, so time to live up to that reputation.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
Play up being Serpi a little.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
Play up being Serpi a little.
[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
- Location
- USA
[x]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[x]- As a son to his father
[x]- As a son to his father
[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
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- Location
- Behind You
[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- Hot, noisy, and no good for anyone. It might be good to visit, to be sure, but any longer is liable to overheat the blood and bring madness. It's better to stay a good distance from this.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
- Location
- Te Ika-a-Māui
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
[X]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
[X]- As a son to his father: If the treaty states that Xige Angha Khan must take the Thearch as an uncle, then logically, the Thearch is Atil's honorary granduncle. Therefore, he is technically a prince and can ergo use a more restrained one knee bow. This will satisfy no one and leave no one happy with Atil.
[X]- It's great! There's so much to do, so many people to see. All the world within eyesight. Where else can you find such a diverse throng? Now Atil would very much like to have his own city.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.
[X]- The Serpi military salute: Fist over hand, shallow angled bow. Atil will greet the Thearch as a general, because let's face it, half of the Moth and Flower military are Serpi anyways. No doubt that this will be incredibly scandalous, but to be frank, Atil wants to mug for the crowd. Get a good impression on the Serpi in the court, and all that.