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Image by my friend Prospero~ (Under 21, do not click.)

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The Gilded Knob is hiring!

Hey Everyone, It's time to open up the doors for a new group of folks to join the family!

This time, all positions are open, so if you've ever wanted to join us and work with us, whether it's as a beautiful dancer, an expert bartender, a stalwart Bouncer, a crafty Casino Dealer, A Helpful Host, or any other position we provide, now's your chance to gain that title and earn some gil while you do it.

Here's the link to our Hiring Page. Simply click the application form for the position you'd like and fill it out, and we'll be here to interview you.

(Copied and pasted from the discord listing.)

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All I wanted in that moment was to savor the conquest of that typically-smirking, self-assured mouth of his.

- The Duelist's Apprentice

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Khalil is now a dancer at the Gilded Knob~! Come let him tend to your every wish! Malboro server, Ward 17, plot 15!

(Temporarily on hiatus for redecorating, but I will post when we re-open!)

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Orange Sand.

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A finished commission for @khalil-nasari! A most fancy longboy.

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Magic was a funny thing sometimes.

It sensed intention and, like a living thought, followed through with action.

From a threshold banished, an amulet within vanished quietly, never to be seen again. It reappeared without notice or incident, elsewhere in the world, it's dormant occupant unaware of dire circumstance, deep in blissful repose.

Until... golden eyes slid open, gleaming in the dim light of the immense palace contained impossibly within the necklace. With a minor exertion of will, the djinn left the palace, shimmering into view into a new room, surroundings unfamiliar.

Aside from furnishings, it was empty, this place. Bereft of life, though certainly not for long, as if the occupant had merely stepped out. What was his name again?

Khalil.

It came to him like sweet perfume upon the breeze, other memories hazy and unclear. Months dormant in the palace had done their work well, transformed and transfigured a mind to ancient and powerful purpose: to serve.

Who or what had determined the new master of the trinket was unknown. Perhaps power was attracted to power and so was the talisman drawn to the lair of the being who resided therein.

Should - or perhaps when - they returned and summoned him, he would have no choice but to appear, at the mercy of the amulet.

But for now... his body clad in resplendent gold, Khalil located the door and departed with no particular destination in mind. No longer of this world, he would drench himself in it's splendor nonetheless. He hungered, thirsted for luxury and opulence as befitted a being of his power, and so he wandered into the night, seeking to sate what his soul sought.

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by SALEH

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Prompt #22: Fluster

Many years ago...

"Truth or dare, Khal!"

Khalil looked over his shoulder to where Quiet Blossom, Milloux and M'harja were sitting, the glow of the campfire reflected in their eyes as they all regarded him. Rats. They reminded him of hungry rats, sometimes, half-starved, lean and savage as they could be. As they all could be. He was no exception, laying on his side on a thin reed mat on the floor a short distance away.

"I don't wanna play," he protested, sitting up and rubbing the grainy evidence of his inability to sleep from his eyes. It was hard to sleep when your stomach growled every five minutes.

"C'moooon," Milloux said, a challenge in her eyes. "I'll even go first."

"TRUTH OR DARE!" the chorus immediately rose up and all of those shiny eyes turned to Milloux.

"Dare," she said, without hesitation, gaze fixed on Khalil, grinning mockingly.

"Dare you to kiss Khalil!" Quiet immediately said, gagging playfully as she spoke. Milloux snorted, pushing her tangled, dirty hair out of her face with stained fingers. She needed a haircut, it occurred to him, watching her warily. Hells, they all did, and much more.

She wouldn't really do it, would she? His heart beat faster as he watched her push up to her feet and saunter over to him in a way that his teenaged mind found both intriguing and intimidating all at once, even if he could nearly see her ribs and hips sharply defined in silhouette. That was the walk of a more mature woman and he wondered if she'd practiced it. He made a choked, soft sound as she plopped down in front of him.

"It was a dare. Gotta do it," she said maniacally gleefully, watching his fluster. Grabbing him by his thin shirt, she hauled him closer and planted a kiss right on his lips, then released him to splutter and wring his hands akimbo.

"Gross!" he exclaimed, wiping his mouth off, as if he could really wipe away the memory of that kiss, seared into his mind and young body. He had a sinking suspicion that he'd be thinking about it for some time to come.

"It was not!" Milloux retorted and batted at him. "It's your turn anyroad. Now you gotta play. So, what's it gonna beeee, Khaaaal? Truth or dare??"

((@aethersmoke-and-ash Milloux, Quiet Blossom and M'harja are all hers. Khalil is mine.))

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Cuneiform writing of the dedication plaque on the Ishtar Gate

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Prompt #9: Friable

Khalil stared at the room in front of him in tragic disbelief.

This was where he'd landed when he'd found himself in the golden palace, the first room.

He'd been going in a huge circle this entire time and finally had found the end of the labyrinthine castle - which was back at the beginning.

"No!" he shouted to the empty walls. His every last nerve friable, he slammed the doors shut, stalking forward and collapsing into a comfortable, upholstered chair.

There was no one here but him. There was no way out. The realization set in with a desperate wish to get high or drunk or to collapse into the comforting obscurity of hysterics, at least... but none of those options seemed possible.

He'd really fucked up this time, hadn't he? Hadn't he been the one who'd told Milloux never to make wishes for a djinn? Or least, if she did, to word them carefully? He'd been reckless in his generosity, too eager to feel the rich satisfaction of a gracious deed, and this was the price he paid.

"Fuck." At least he could still swear.