Corvis Clan Celebrat... oh Look! Shiny!!!

It was a long trek through the desert to get to this treasure. The wander had no more treasures to share, no more lessons to teach, no more wounds to heal. With a promising lie to settle down, he sent Klara off to create stories of her own. Unlike him, she would have real stories and treasures to share. "It was probably another lie... I wish he would be more honest..." The girl let out a sigh before moving forward.

The girl Wore her Insectoid Dungeon Beast Skull with a white headdress underneath to protect her from the sun. A white cloak covered her black tattered leotard with a red bandage wrapped around her right shoulder and leotard creating the appearance of a low cut dress. A black choker with a silver emblem locked the top of the bandage with a belt like strap with a match larger emblem formed the "skirt" of the "dress." A black belt like band covered much of the girl's left thigh with a couple skinner black straps circling the girls right thigh. She wore a pair of long thin black gloves which extended up to her triceps. Around her neck was a necklace with a smooth river stone. Around the belt skirt hung large animal teeth. In her hands was a staff with a large blanket bag with all of her travel gear, food, and treasures.

Upon entering the city the girl was quickly noticed by other Fanalis despite her keeping her head down. It was probably the large bag. The girl was quiet at first unsure what to do. They were clearly excited, like siblings reuniting with family. She did not know them but it seemed being Fanalis was all that was needed. It was nice that being Fanalis was valuable to others. Still, the attention from strangers was a bit overbearing. Before she could say something, they mentioned a party to celebrate the creation of a home for their people. "Party?" The girl repeated, feeling more open to interact all of a sudden.

With the information at hand, she decided to partake. Renting a small room in an inn, the girl looked over the posters she collected. The first time she visited this city, or any city without the wanderer, people were so accepting of her. It kind of made her want to stay. However, her goals, her reason for traveling would never be achieved if she settled down so quickly. Losing her skull and headdress the girl headed out. It was time to have fun, meet new people, and maybe find some treasures.

The blazing Heliohaptian sun would make its slow dance towards the Horizon, anxiously all did await for the moment Ra would descend upon the night. The Emir, World-King and Aleph had spread the word far and wide of tonight's celebration. Nobles and peasants alike gathered about the settlement in mass. From all walks of life they came together in order to see one thing, the birth of a new Heliohapt.

The situation for them had been abysmal, regardless of class or creed war had destroyed the continent. Many of lives had been lost, their cultures and religions. Families were ripped to sheds and scattered too the cold sands by monsters and demons alike.

The country had splintered, and the capital had been lost but there was but one blazing star of hope that remained. The settlement hidden within the Oasis, a growing city without a name. After much of the despair for the last years the moment of calm and mundane was desired across the domain.

In fact Twilight hung in the air by a silver needle and the desert natives walked across that tightrope quickly. The community had been hard at work, gathering supplies and making preparations for the night. The Aleph had been determined to create perfection during the event, they spared no expense. Alcohol was imported by the barrel, and food had been procured from every region. Lights and festival ornaments hanged on every building, both finished and under renovation.

Sandstones lined the makeshift roads and path, a lot of things had already been in the works. A farm was located in the east, and a market had been set up for trading. A storehouse and school were in the making, as well as an infirmary. The Aleph's had thought of everything, however there was no location more populated at the time but the bustling site of the capital.

The capital was unlike the majority of the growing emirate. It was nearly lined with golden bricks, and pearls. Streets had been made of precious ores and decorated with exotic greenery and flower. Sand still crawled across the entire environment but it had been a great change to the usual scenery. The streets were already flooded with life, and business was being conducted. Street vendors sold food, sweets and party toys around the crowd. Several postings with Jahangir's face scattered across the air and hung on the few walls that lead up to the palace.

Behind it all in the distance was the silhouette of a massive pitch black structure that scraped the surface of the sky. Atop the massive tower stood a single figure who looked over one last missing block.

Jahan smiled as the setting sun lit him in its orange glow, he traced the outside of the structure. It was made just large enough for a single obelisk to be lifted into its place.

Jahanghir smiled, " Alright my love, there is but nothing left but the cornerstone."

He turned to his woman enjoying the panaroma of the sky.

"Just not yet, in due time we will reopen it." he closed his eyes and exhaled the stress that lingered on his mind. "It will be just as my mother imagined. The New Black Pyramid will be perfect to her design."

The party was lively. There was food, drinks, and laughter everywhere. Dozens if not hundreds of people having the time of their lives. She should be one of those people. She should be weaseling into conversations to hear people's stories. She should be exploring the place, making new memories and treasures. However, the girl found herself sitting down at a table with a cup of red liquid surrounded by drunk Fanalis. Half of her was getting flustered if not irritated with the peer pressure but the other half of her was feeling embarrassed about the attention. It was really her first time having so much without the wanderer being around to distract everyone with his wild stories. Looking around, she doubted the people wanted to hear one. No, they wanted her to drink.

Her face went blush pink and she let out a stressed roar, "FINE!" She lifted the cup, took a pause to second guess herself, then down the liquid in one gulp. With a deep breath, she slammed the empty cup down and stood up admis the cheering crowd. With that done, the people gave her more freedom to move around. With a drink in her, she suddenly realized she was hungry. So she found a vendor that was selling a sweet smelling meat. With one hand full, the girl eyes glazed over the surrounding areas. There were so many people.

One crowd made a ring around two people wrestling. With all the excitement, she found herself being sucked up into bystanders. Several punches later, she found herself shouting for the loser. Someone had to cheer for them, plus it would make for a better story, a better treasure to share, a real story unlike what that wanderer would say. Unfortunately they still lost. Disappointing but it was a good way to move away.

Eventually, the girl found a good glimpse of this shining pyramid that brought to mind one thing... "Treasure." If she could get to it, maybe get to it, climb to the top or find a piece of it. It would be a grand story. Her body moved toward the only stopping once due to feeling a weird texture under her foot. It was here that she realized that the floor was gold and gems laced the edges. She tried to move it with her foot but it wouldn't move... at least, not before someone said something. She quickly backed away and feint getting distracted and ran off.

Eventually, the girl found her way to the pyramid. It was here that she saw a woman walking down. She did not know who they were but she had something on her that drew her eye. Klara had to get a closer look and maybe... touch it. At first she tried to move up the pyramid but the surface was just too slippery. So she started to walked around and saw the stairs. But that drink from earlier started to kick in again and the girl realize something. Why should she not be able to clime the side of the oversized triangle. She was Klara Dorylus and she was not about to let some oversize treasure tell her what she could or could not do. So the girl took couple steps back and then charged forward and half heartedly sprinted up the pyramid while shouting!

(got permission to skip)

Her poor sprint got her up but she could feel her feet slipping. At any moment she was going to miss step and faceplant into the oversize treasure and start sliding down. If she missed one crevice in the block with any of her steps... the girl would lose her thoughts upon getting a look of a woman descending down the stairs. However, it was not the woman that was important. It was what was tucked in her waistband that redirected the girl.

It looked more beautiful than it had any right to be. Was this because of the drink? No, the girl had a good eye for this stuff. The wanderer said so... though the man offended lied. The girl shook her head only to forget the focus she needed to scale this pyramid. This led the girl to meet the unfortunate fate that she was destined too. What was unexpected was the woman's voice.

A light criticism followed by a stretched out hand saved the girl from two of the three embarrassing things she could have done. Though at the time, the girl would not care about a thing, in the future she would withdraw into her hood for eternity. Taking the woman's hand, Klara allowed herself to be pulled to the stairs. With her safety taken care of, the girl could cycle to the next stage of her personality.

"I could of made it... but... I just... got... distracted. yeah. I choose not to succeed. Yep. That's it... But thank you. Though I didn't need it. Thank you and..." The girl's eyes wandered everywhere but towards the woman who saved her before remembering the dagger, "That on your waist! I feel like. It is so pretty." The girl took a step to the woman's side to get a better look. "Is that your treasure? Can I see it? Please!"

This was going to be the experience she was seeking. This was going to be the story to beat out the wanderer. Imagine, a girl climbing a pyramid and discovering a woman with a magnificent treasure. From this close, it was probably a weapon... a knife perhaps? The girl was growing ever more excited and assured that this story would come to an end. Then her value would be so much higher than ever.

After moving closer to the woman, she moved her hand over the dagger. Klara would stop though her current mental state couldn't explain why. She wanted to see the dagger. She wanted to increase her value with the experience of knowing it, feeling it, seeing it. Did her best to shuffle to the side to get around the woman's hand and get a better view. That was until the woman spoke.

Her eyes jumped to her mouth. She couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie. Treasure was right before her eyes. If only... if only she could experience that feeling. If only she had it before. Clenched teeth hid behind a lowered head. The second round of words from the woman became the spark. "A promise..." The girl raised her head to pout. "Promises are stupid. I never make them ever! Nobody keeps them. They just lie. Though..." The girl's face softened...

*Not all lies... have to be bad*

A sudden hiccup broke tension inside of the girl and she reverted to something more neutral and curious. Her eyes fell back onto the woman's dagger, the woman's treasure, the thing that makes her valuable. If only... "Ms for personal reasons... I... selfishly request... to see your treasure..." She then bowed her head to the woman. "To experience its story... its brilliance... its worth. Please let me indulge in this request."

That's how you are supposed to do it right, wander? That's what you taught me from your stories. That's what I will use to make better, truthful stories!

(exiting this thread do to players going on break will continue if they come back)

Jahanghir crossed his arms, as the small redhead approached he began to mute out her conversation. He hated children, especially those that weren't bright.

So he allowed his woman to politic, something he had grown particularly great at doing. She conversated, and he recognized her slurred and stunted speech patterns that she was just a splash above tipsy. He was not.

Grabbing the glass straight from his woman's hand, he revealed a gauntlet as dark as the blackest cosmos. The very air around it held a feeling of heaviness, and power. As did the Black Crown on his head, a relic created by the Djinn those many years ago. It too held the power of the black cosmos within it, and it reeked with the essence of fate.

Jahans, own body was wrapped in ebony and lavender silks, his fighting cape, Aurangzeb was wrapped and tied ornately around his gauntlets arm. His bare chest and muscles flexed beneath the open shirt with every small movement. Jahangir lifted Diana's glass finishing it off in one swift gesture. He made a sour face, the drink was fruity almost too much so for his pallete. He rolled his eyes, "a woman's drink", he muttered in disappointment.

Jahanghirs ears twitched against Diana's words, he had not glanced their way again yet but he recognized her, "promise", as his Marital Blade.

" It is our national treasure, and the ritualistic blade symbolizing the union of two warrior regents. The pleas of a whimpering babe are not even close to worthy a reason to hold on to it." Jahan interjected quite rudely as he was possibly a splash more tipsy than he had realized.

The World King rolled his eyes, "Oh what the hell." he declared as he began climbing down from the monument.

" If you can defeat my wife you can hold it, if you can defeat me you can have it.", Jahangir passed judgement while waving them off. "Im going to the liquor"