A Worldly Herd for the World Emperor [NoM | Zubaidah and Jahangir]

Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur

A-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(390/390)
Stamina:

(390/390)

ZUZU MANSUR

She heard Gürgem like thunder on a mountainside, constant and ear-splitting. It had seemed too good to be true, with the Noyans leaving her and Jahangir alone, that Zubaidah had been expecting something of the sort. Indeed, ever since she had left Jahangir behind, she had been glancing behind herself with every mile, wondering when the Bo clan would come her way.

‘Ah, you’re here for the phantom?’ A firearm at her throat, Zubaidah bowed her head and took no offensive actions. ‘Well, he was indeed a mighty fellow!’ She could not defeat this Gürgrem on her own, so courtesy was her best option. ‘But you have evidently mistaken me for my partner…’

‘Hmph, I suppose ‘partner’ no longer works, does it?’

Having spoken more to herself, Zubaidah returned her attention towards Gürgrem, spotting him pull out a banal smoking-pipe. ‘In any case, I am afraid that you’ve come for the wrong person.' As she watched him use his lighter, Zubaidah could feel herself wanting to take out her cigars, but such an action would surely be seen as offensive.

'Besides, I made a deal with your men. They would not pursue us nor we them.' She was not ready for battle, and Jahangir had proven that. 'So if you are in the mood for deals, then I offer the same to you.’

She belonged behind a desk, Zubaidah thought, not on the battlefield. After all, she had tried so hard to reach Jahan, and for so long, but she could not meet even a fraction of his might. So why should she keep pushing herself, when there was such a distance between them both?

'I have no reason to stay here in the Plains anyways.'

340/340 mag | null/word | 390/390 stam

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Magic Items:

Orbital Arms:

The Stained Court Throne:

The Last Snow:

Vigilant Sands:

Shard of Solomon x 1

Magic Weapons:

Fork of Terea:

Night Talons:

Luna Heels:

Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

Switching the weight on his legs, he would give her words a moment of thought. The centaur scoffs, a puff of thick smoke shooting from his mouth and nostrils.

“Your dark, mysterious anda has left this land yet you remain here with no reason? A cow drops better shit from his ass.”

Bright crimson embers shine from the bowl of his pipe, he takes another drag. A low chuckle resounds in his throat accompanied by a small smirk.

"I have a deep reminder not to trust the words of foreigners so soon,” he notes, notioning to his scarred eye — now open, revealing a sole cornea shrouded in a silver glaze. “If what you say is true, I would escort you out of these lands and you are never to return. But my clan dictates otherwise.”

He dumps the ashes in his pipe onto the ground, stashing it back into his sleeve. A smoke laced sigh leaves his mouth as he rubs the back of his neck. The hand on his rifle taps its digits against its stock.

“While I do not wish to spill your blood, that is what is expected of me,” he says with a slight frown. There was little sign of pleasure in the task from his person. “You meddled in our affairs and you must take responsibility. You understand this much, no?”

But his words would not stop there. With lips thinned out into a tight line, he hums.

“My offer is that I will promise not to kill you but just... rough you up a bit. A simple test to prove a point, you know? But I am willing to hear you. What is your offer to me?”

gürgem:

Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur

A-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(390/390)
Stamina:

(390/390)

ZUZU MANSUR

‘I must admit that I have little to offer you in terms of deal-making.’ There was something irksome about this Gürgrem, making Zubaidah wonder whether discussion could dissuade him from fighting. ‘I had planned to leave soon, thus I have exhausted most of my possessions here.’ She had abstained from aggressive actions, and Gürgrem had reciprocated in part, but Zubaidah could tell that tensions were rising despite her calm and passive behaviour. ‘But would you not rather see trouble leave as soon as possible?’

‘For if I am being honest, I would rather that we settle this without fighting.’ Perhaps it was necessary to push Gürgrem slightly, that her passiveness was inviting further aggression. ‘You see, not all foreigners are desirous of such.’ Zubaidah did not want to fight against him, that much was true, but she could tell that he was testing her somehow. ‘Should fighting prove part of the deal-making process, however, I would make an exception there.’

340/340 mag | 2000+/2000 | 390/390 stam

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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

His other eye begins to open. That was once closed now revealed a clouded cornea that shrouded a golden iris with a peculiar pattern spreading from a once round pupil.

Turning his rifle over his shoulder, he flips it to where the end of it lands upon the top of her head with a firm bonk. A smirk spreads across his lips as he lets out a chuckle, a sure sign of his delight in the situation.

“Ready to run with tail in between your legs as well, eh?” He quips, giving her a few more harmless taps upon her head. “Then, it is decided!”

Gurgem was not hesitant to holster his gun at his side, it seemed he was eager to. Despite the intimidating size of his form, the goodness of his attitude that radiated off of him was contagious.

The centaur takes a few steps back to take a better look at Zubaidah before giving her a firm nod.

“We will spar and it will train you to have less fear,” he says, gesturing a hand across her body once more to make his judgment known. His face scrunches up as though disgusted. “You will leave these plains but you will leave them with courage.”

Outwards and flat, he holds his palms out to her.

“Come,” he taunts, “Give it your best shot.”

gürgem:

Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur

A-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(390/390)
Stamina:

(390/390)

ZUZU MANSUR

‘The terms were never ones you would accept, I suppose.’ Zubaidah wondered whether Gürgrem would have acquiesced, should she have provided some better deal for the Bo general. ‘But I must admit that even a spar is better than some duel-to-the-death.’ She cursed herself for ever placing herself in such a weak position, left without any chips with which she might have otherwise bargained her freedom. ‘So let’s get this over with…’ She hated being weak…

…but she hated more how she was always underestimated.

Without delay, Zubaidah teased him with an Abrupt Thrust from the Fork of Terea, planting a Night Talon into the ground at the same time. As soon as the Night Talon was planted firm, she then activated a Stabbing Talon from there and leapt backwards a metre or so with Graceful Airs, taking out another Stabbing Talon with Nimble Fingers.

330/340 mag | 2000+/2000 | 380/390 stam

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