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[altairtalisman]

Sarnai's Bio

"You're mistaken if you think you're permitted to upset the ecosystem."

More details on Sarnai is under the cut

Name: Narantuyaa Sarnai

Age: 2554

Height: 163 cm (13.1 m in true form)

Birthday: 17 Trieme 532 BZ (Ilkulei)

Orientation: Cisgender Lesbian Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Snow Leopard Spirit

Country of Birth: Fuusamoa Empire (present-day Dakröhi)

Likes: Meat, tea, snow, roses, Ma Li (as his former pet/family)

Dislikes: Broccoli, hot weather, being betrayed, early mornings, untidiness

Hobbies: Ice sculpting, housework, ikebana

Personality: Soft-spoken as well as kind and seemingly patient, she hides a ruthless side that surfaces whenever someone tries to cross her, something which has rubbed off on her courtesy of her previous master. Something that she has kept hidden to almost everyone is her desire for physical attention, a consequence of being spoilt rotten by Ma Li

Style: Wears wuxia-inspired clothing with a snow leopard patterned belt, a black robe with red trimmings containing lotus patterns and boots suitable from climbing mountains (or at least to provide some sort of protection)

Abilities: Possesses enhanced speed and stamina, able to shapeshift into a large snow leopard and is capable of freezing anything within a metre radius

In her true form, she has a greater reach when attacking as well as having her speed and stamina multiplied by 75. She's also able to freeze anything within a 75 metre radius

Background: Orphaned as a cub after a general in Ma Li's hunting party killed her mother, she was six weeks old when she was adopted by the emperor partially because he loved cats regardless of size, and partially because he was apologetic that one of his subjects killed her mother. She could barely remember her mother, with the only thing she knew was that her mother called herself Narantuyaa

Out of respect for her Dakröhese heritage, the emperor named her Sarnai due to her fascination with roses. Sarnai enjoyed a life of luxury under Ma Li's care, slowly influenced by his bloody whims as she ate the corpses of his victims. At nine years old, she watched with silent hostility as an assassin skulked about the palace hall where the emperor hosted his 26th birthday. She was pleased to be fed with the assassin's corpse once Ma Li had publicly executed him, but failed to understand that this would result in the empire's fall two years later

On 20 Durna 521 BZ, she was locked up by some of the nobles Ma Li genuinely trusted. Alarmed by the action, she tried to escape only to fail as she couldn't bite through the metal cage. Hours later, she overheard that Ma Li was sealed away and would either die from the ceiling trap, or by thirst as the citizens had no plans to free him. Sarnai started to lose hope and decided to starve to death in the cage, hoping to join Ma Li in the afterlife

However, a bright humanoid appeared in front of everyone and started to kill them with a distinct style that she recognised to be Ma Li's. The humanoid then freed Sarnai from her cage and told her to spend her remaining years in the Dakröhese mountains where she belonged. She refused and was ready to follow the humanoid wherever he went, but the latter opened a galaxy portal beneath her, causing her to plummet towards the snowy Dakröhese mountains

Saddened that her former master no longer wanted her around, she decided to follow through his wishes and live the rest of her life in the mountains. This proved to be difficult as she was unaccustomed to finding her own food, and her hunts usually ended poorly. Sarnai was also unable to stop thinking about Ma Li, yearning for his presence as she stalked the unforgiving mountains. As a result of her determination to meet the disposed emperor once more, she was able to live far past the lifespan of a typical snow leopard and became a snow leopard spirit at 83 years old

Blessed with an eternal lifespan as well as supernatural abilities, Sarnai was able to survive better in the mountains and eventually left for humanoid civilisation. Over the centuries, she saved enough money from jobs she had worked in. However, the centuries were fraught with dangers as she discovered that many species sought after snow leopards, spirit or not, for their body parts as they were essential in medicine

She was able to avoid being hunted and was even inspired to start her own business, with the aim of establishing a monopoly over the rare mountain herbs found exclusively in Dakröhi. With tact, empathy, as well as employing extremely bloody methods, she was able to establish a business selling the herbs to those who wanted the herbs in 1700. Due to her reputation as a ruthless protector of the mountains, status as a snow leopard spirit as well as the danger from climbing the mountains, no one dared to steal the herbs from the Dakröhese mountains which in turn, protected the plants from extinction. Sarnai noticed this, and decided to set strict rules on how many herbs can be gathered from the mountains to maintain a balance

While expanding her business, she had encountered Radio exploring the mountains in 1782. Before she could kill daem for trespassing, dae explained that dae simply wanted to climb one of the most dangerous mountains in Ratein and had no plans on taking any herbs, nor do dae has an interest in them. Having not once met a ravel before, she expressed a desire to kill daem so that she could dissect daem to learn more about ravel physiology

Radio then sighed at how everyone wanted to kill daem for daer body parts, and stated that if Sarnai wished to do so, she would have to fight daem for daer body. Sarnai, empathising with how everyone wanted her for her body parts for medicinal purposes, decided to spare daem from harm and befriended the ravel instead

As her business grew more successful, something she genuinely didn't expect as she didn't know how businesses worked when she first started, she soon received merger propositions from heavyweight industries. Sarnai didn't wish to lose control over her company, and refused all offers to do so. In 1897, she received a letter from an unknown hotel asking if they could discuss a deal with her

She was about to burn the letter in front of the postal worker who delivered it to her, but was asked by the postal worker to at least wait until she left. Sarnai, annoyed, threatened to kill her where she stood and to display her antlers somewhere in the office. The postal carrier sighed, lamenting that she had enough of beings trying to kill her for food or as a prize and that there was only so much she could be optimistic about before she hit her limit

When asked who exactly the postal carrier was, the latter introduced herself as Astrid, a Noragulkian reindeer spirit on loan to the postal service's Dakröhi branch. Astrid proceeded to explain that throughout her journey from Tanasaq to Dakröhi, she was hunted for her meat despite her size as a reindeer spirit and all she wanted was to unwind with some tea, not to be threatened by Sarnai. The snow leopard spirit apologised, expressing empathy for her situation and related to her own experience of being hunted for body parts. Upon accepting the apology, the duo established a friendship, with Astrid leaving Sarnai's residence with mountain herbs weighing a total of 300 grams. Sarnai then decided to reconsider her rejection towards the hotel, slightly intrigued with what they wanted from her

After arranging to meet with Jackson and Hana, Sarnai learnt that the hotel wished to buy the herbs from her in order to make a special blend of tea to be served in their hotel restaurant should the hotel guests request for it. Amused by the idea, Sarnai jokingly suggested that the tea can be mixed with alcohol in order to make interesting cocktails. She was surprised when Jackson said that their bartender would be game to concoct a cocktail using said tea as an ingredient, as she knew how bitter it was. Even so, she decided to sell them a small amount of herbs to the hotel as a trial run and that she was open for further discussion should the hotel wished for more. A few days after the meeting, Sarnai decided to attend a hunted victims meeting session out of curiosity. She wasn't expecting to encounter Radio and Astrid at said session, but found them to be a pleasant distraction from business

Sarnai didn't expect to learn that the Dakröhese herbal tea was extremely popular at the hotel, and soon she was receiving letters from other hotels about buying the herbs from her business. Never forgetting the aim of maintaining a balance in the ecosystem, she rejected all the other offers and agreed to further discuss the deal with Jackson and Hana, explicitly indicating that she would only sell them a certain amount every month to protect the environment. They agreed, and after all parties reviewed the deal's contract extensively, Sarnai stamped her seal on all copies of the contract on 13 Tivere 1898. As a result, she soon attained a level of financial comfort that rivalled Ma Li's during his rule, all while still holding out hope that she would be able to meet him again

She's still managing her business in Dakröhi, with the occasional visits to Hallowed Hotel for business deals, catch up with Astrid, Radio and sometimes Mira over a few drinks at the hotel's bar, and to confirm that an extremely familiar shirtless blue-haired bar regular is the one she's been searching for her entire life. Occasionally when none of her friends and said bar regular are present at the bar, Sarnai shares a table with another bar regular who just so happens to be an attractive Dolmatova and her girlfriend...

True Form:

[goldtracing]

The Tea Club TM

Forget the division of the world in East and West, North and South. One actual and very prominent one is between tea and coffee. Hence The Tea Club TM

Ironically enough, it was Russia and China that founded the whole thing. Ironic because it wasn’t and still never is a friendly gathering between friends. It was a get-together between two hostile neighbours with tensions palpable and just being semi-nice to each other because both sides could profit more from making peace than waging war. Tea time was therefore a time where they could lay aside differences, passive-aggressively sniping at each other or also musing about philosophy, literature and much more.

Over the years, many more nations have joined the club.

Iran and India are both regulars here and are very welcome because both Ivan and Yao have good connections to them. Neeraja is more of the calm sort that causes the conversation to go in the direction of mathematic much to Ivan’s delight and Yao’s aguish. Drinks his tea heavily spiced. Yao sometimes drinks chai as a form of courtesy, but would rather stick to his own tea rituals. India knows this.

While Darya is also very old, she is more of a whirlwind type of person compared to the other elder nations. Especially in the present day, she is heavily involved in politics, in such ways that cause tensions to be continuously high. As such, she is a sort of unregular regular of the club. When she does attend, then the rumour mill starts spinning wildly. Tends to give out fruit candies along with tea. She has the habit of holding a candy or a sugar cube in her mouth while drinking tea.

She also sees to it that she invites Morocco whenever she can. While Samira is of a more composed demeanour, her entertainer persona comes out when it comes to having tea. Yao doesn’t approve of antics such as pouring tea from over a metre in height and Kiku is mortified by how sweet her tea is. However, they all do agree that mixing mint with green tea is very refreshing.

Sometimes, Yemen also attends, and the others don’t agree on whether to dread his visits or look forward to them. At least, when he does attend, they make sure he doesn’t make the tea. Because he his brew is so high on caffeine, that it leaves most of them with jitters.

Vietnam sometimes pops by with her strong preference for green tea made out of fresh leaves. Warry of Yao as she is, she still has long conversations about literature and mythology with him. Sometimes, she catches up with Ivan. Chung Lien is still communist in many way and there is a brittle sort of camaraderie between them.

Some other less, frequent attenders would be Japan and Mongolia. Kiku prefers to drink his tea on his own – to him, the tea ceremony is an intimate act, and there are few nations with whom he would perform it and even fewer that would have the patience with it. When he attends, he never serves and also gets the occasional glare from Yao.

Sarnai is tolerated. That is because she has either bad blood with the other attendees, or is insignificant. While her reign did usher in progress and a few golden ages, Yao, Ivan and Kiku remember the violence of her conquests all too well. Besides, she salts her tea. That is a Mongolian tradition the others detest.

When it comes to tea lovers, England must be mentioned. However, he isn’t a craved for guest. Most of the others have a bone to pick with him, especially because of how condescending and amoral he was during his Empire days. Arthur knows this, and therefore drags Australia or New Zealand or South Africa along to act as intermediators and sooth ruffled feathers whenever he joins in. Darya has joked that he could be baited with tea, Arthur knows he can be baited with tea. While other nations do add milk to their tea, Yao finds this as something worth critiquing in England. Once, China even yet so far as too add lemon juice to the milky tea.

Jack only attends when Arthur makes him come with him, and the same goes for Elenore. They both hold idly chit-chat with the others, with him often grating nerves, and her soothing them. Pierce attends favourably when Arthur isn’t around – he occasionally gets invited by India or Russia. While is also on the boat of black tea and milk, he prefers rooibos. Only with honey and nothing else – people have had to suffer broken bones for approaching his cup of rooibos with sugar. Also always has rusks with his tea, much to the astonishment of everybody else.  

Austria is a religious member of The Coffee Club TM but every now and then, he visits The Tea Club TM. He has a weird fondness for herbal teas, most of which stem from plants in his own forests. If it isn’t that, then it is black tea with a sizable shot of rum. Both of these habits result in many raised eyebrows. Yet he welcome because he isn’t part of the NATO and has permanently resigned himself to being a diplomate. He has sharp wit that is more subtle than England’s. Yao finds his jokes about death to be in very bad taste while Ivan most ends up roaring with laughter.

Another religious member of The Coffee Club TM would be Germany. Yet every once in a blue moon, he has an East Frisa phase where he has abnormally strong tea-cravings and therefore must attend. It is almost always a surprise. While he and Russia regard each other with suspicion, Ludwig often gets roped into very pleasant conversations with China or Japan or even Egypt.  

Egypt and Turkey are the more nondescript members of the club for the most part. Both of them are rather quiet, and only attend it together. Are very generous when it comes to tea with all the Sacred Hospitality. Therefore they prefer to have tea outside the club in a closed circle of guests or business partners. Besides, Turkey has a greater preference for coffee.

The person whom they would all regard as a heretic would be America. Not because of his love of coffee, rather because of his addiction to ice tea. And because of the Southern tea culture – brew the tea with sugar in a pot so that the sugar caramelises and adding lemon juice to it. All in all resulting in a concoction that has twice as much sugar as Coke. However, Kiku has a photo of Alfred drinking tea British-style in an upper class restaurant in Manhattan. Alfred denies everything and many suspect that photo to be photoshopped anyhow.

The Coffee Club TM  is here and here

[caqi-cove]

FFXIV OC Trial Boss Asks - Qurcaqi Himaa

The Bowl of Embers - What would be the title of your trial listed as in the duty-finder?

Ash and Snow

Thok ast Thok - Write a brief flavor-text about your trial one would find as a listed description in the duty-finder

Using the speed and mobility of her people, the Khatun of Khans has circumvented the defensive line built by the Eorzean Alliance. There is precious little time before Ishgard’s defenses are swept away, and it is put to the torch in Nhaama’s name. One hope yet remains, to cut down the leader of the horde and end Qurcaqi’s ambitions.

Cape Westwind - What is the setting of the battle? Where will it take place?

The snowy fields outside of Ishgard is where the battle for Ishgard will be decided. The horde’s mounted warriors do battle with the beleaguered Elezen knights, the fields littered with the bodies. The fires from the already destroyed settlements cast gouts of ash into the air. Even so, Nhaama’s light shines down on the Khatun - her approval is clear.

The Howling Eye - Write a description of the opening cut-scene preceding the fight

A company of knights charge towards the Khatun’s honorguard with battlecries on their lips and fury in their hearts. A white blur dashes out from the Xaelic warriors, a spear striking with terrifying speed and precision to cut the heavily armed troupe down like ripened wheat.

The moonlight shines down on the figure to cast her in a silhouette, her white horse stamping at the ground as she surveys the damage done. She spurs her horse and slowly rides towards the Warrior of Light and their cadre of companions.

Thornmarch - What would be your character’s opening dialogue(s) upon the start of the battle?

”This battle is not yours to fight. Where is the blue knight?” The Khatun demands, pulling her helm free of her head to look directly at the Warrior of Light. Her mismatched eyes flash with fury as she circles ‘round. “If he is one chosen to be their leader, he should be one to face me! Not you, not rabble gathered! This is justice, for horrible slaughter and for hubris.”

She levels the tip of her spear at the warrior of light. “Giving chance, turn away stranger. Blood is not on your hands, no side in this fight. Only those who are guilty must die.”

The Chrysalis - What would be your character’s final words upon defeat?

The khatun falls from her saddle and struggles to get up, her eyes slowly rising to the heavens. “Dayuuqi.. was.. right.” She gasps, the words hard to form. “Sarnai.. I love.. you.” The Khatun of Khans falls into the snow, ash, and blood of the battlefield, never to rise again.

(Note: Assuming in this universe that Iyrn would not fall for a more slaughter-focused and militant Qurcaqi. So she’s speaking of her lost wife.)

The Final Steps of Faith - How would some of the mechanics of the fight operate? Include as many as you want and specify whether it is for hard-mode or extreme (if applicable)

In hard mode, Qurcaqi’s primary mode of attack would be charging up her attacks much like the Magna Roader from Castrum Abania. She would ready her attacks and then launch them in wide corridors. The longer the fight went on the more rushing strikes would be added as she ping-pongs around the battlefield.

In Extreme she would toss her spear aside and pull out her greatsword instead. Now wreathed in dark aether all of her attacks are amplified and have additional effects. She would also launch an orb of dark energy to ping-pong around the battlefield alongside her, then at 50% add a second.

Urth’s Fount - Would there be any mechanics that when ignored would result in an instant wipe?

No, I’m honestly not fond of a lot of instant-death mechanics unless they make sense in the story. Arbitrarily being wiped out by a slightly stronger blast of magic feels lazy.

The Royal Menagerie - Describe your OC’s techniques or special attacks that the party will have to avoid or be cautious dealing with

Only in Extreme mode, whenever a player dies, she unleashes a blast of dark energy that hits the entire party for heavy damage. On top of her other techniques this is a fight where healers will need to stay on the ball, and players will need to be mindful of their positioning. If people are too slow or too focused on DPSing she can easily wipe up non-tanks.

The Singularity Reactor - Will your character summon adds and companions throughout the encounter, or would it be a single-target fight?

Nope! Qurcaqi would directly engage her enemies. However, there will be warriors around the ring that will damage enemies and knock them back into the ring. Though they will not be joining.

Akh Afah Amphitheater - Will your trial be a single-phase fight or will there be different segments to the encounter?

A single phase endurance fight, primarily because I can’t see Caqi willingly holding back until she is arbitrarily wounded enough. She’ll hit you with her best attacks, growing more furious and bloodthirsty as she goes.

Battle on the Big Bridge - What would the battle theme sound like? Will the music shift when the second phase of the fight begins?

Something akin to the Green Horde Rises from Dawn of War 2. A sharp rise with the sounds of morin khuur playing along with throat singing, and warcries from her people. She would be, at least in her mind, the embodiment of Nhaama’s wrath and her people’s culture.

In the end, however, she’s being little more than a murderous savage who is holding onto her fury just like the dragons. The very things her people were killed for resembling.

The Navel - How easy would it be for a DRG to fall off the edge of the stage in your trial?

A DRG or RDM would not fall off, but they’d be ping-ponged about by the warriors around the ring. In Extreme there’s a good chance they’d die and cause more damage to hit the raid. Be careful where you jump!

Castrum Fluminis - Would your OC drop any loot at the end of the fight? If so, describe them (tokens, tomes, weapons, crafting reagents, mounts, etc.)

In terms of tangible gear, mostly weapons that looks to be of steppe make. The special part would be her horse, Ganbataar. A white horse with a grey mane with Steppe barding. Extreme only, because that’s how FFXIV makes you work!

Emanation - Name someone else’s OC you would like to see as a trial boss. Be sure to tag them

Doing that at the end, you’re not my dad!

Ultima’s Bane - On a scale of 1 to 10, with ten being the most extreme, how would you rate the difficulty of your trial?

On hard I’d rate it a 4. It’s mostly a ‘Don’t stand around’ that may tax speed rezzers. Extreme I’d rate it a 6 or maybe a 7 depending. It’s similar in style but the punishment for failure means your entire trial party takes massive damage. Good job!

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[wandaluvstacos]

Chapter 20 is up! May the Blood Run Pure is available at the $5 tier. Here is a book summary:

He was born into the Empire of Darwir, a world separated between the Blessed and Cursed. While the Blessed enjoy lives of privilege and freedom, the Cursed are the outcasts enslaved—the disabled, the criminal, and children of mixed blood. For him, it was his speckled skin that made him Cursed, and all he’s ever known is the constant struggle to survive. To the Darwirz, he is Nothing, No Name. He is worthless, flesh with no soul, filled with the blood of the impure. When he is taken to serve on the battlefield, he knows he will probably not return. That is until the Darwirz troops are defeated, and Nothing finds himself in the possession of the Ickhut-uwa—the Flesh Eaters.

Once Nothing becomes the personal slave of the revered and feared general Sarnai, he is given one piece of advice from one of the only slaves who has lasted longer than a fortnight—be irreplaceable. Knowing that failure means the death he’s spent his whole life avoiding, Nothing begins to learn the way of the Ickhut-uwa—their language, their religion, their culture—and finds the power of flesh and blood along the way. 

Just when Azaja considered throwing another rock, a dog started howling, which set off several other dogs in the vicinity. The plan was to start sprinting along the eastern wall in hopes that a guard would come running to inspect the cause of alarm, but Azaja was still frozen, his mind thrashing like a dying animal caught in a trap. He had underestimated how terrified he was of dogs, especially the sounds they made—the growling and spitting. They seemed so close and they inspired such terror that Azaja couldn’t pull himself out of it. He remembered the dogs who laid by the fireplace, the ones who snapped and fought over the bones the kajil tossed them—bones of unknown origin, though many looked large enough to be human. He remembered the dogs that dragged in the body parts of slaves, the ones that gnashed their teeth a breath from Azaja’s face as their handler struggled to hold them back. Azaja recalled the kajil’s laughter, his hand on Azaja’s neck, the whisper in his ear you must smell like quite a snack. He remembered the screams of a slave down the hall or in the distance as he was torn apart to an orchestra of yips and barks and growls.

A horn somewhere blasted.

A man called out, “Oi, over there!”  Azaja shook off enough of the fog to see a man running along the top of the wall toward him. The man paused to blow the horn again, and a louder chorus of dogs joined in. Azaja knew if he waited another moment, the dogs would tear him down before he could even reach the wood. And yet he still couldn’t move, couldn’t brush away the manacles of memory that choked breath from his lungs and kept his muscles locked in place.

You are stronger than him, Azaja.

The only thing that broke through was Sarnai’s voice and the weight of his hand on Azaja’s shoulder. Azaja was not stronger than the kajil, but he carried Sarnai in his blood, and Sarnai seemed to be invincible.

“Run, Azaja,” Azaja whispered to himself. “Run!”

“Slave loose!” someone yelled from the wall. “Slave loose!”

Azaja staggered a few steps and nearly fell over. His body was not responding to his mind. Fog seeped into his thoughts and vision, and nothing was clear except the howling—the sort of howling that haunted his nightmares. If the dogs would just be quiet he could think.

“Run,” Azaja urged himself. “You must run, Azaja.”

Useless spotted boy. You are nothing. You are no one. Your life matters not at all to anyone. I could kill you in this moment, and do you know who would mourn you? Not even the gods would pay mind. You are just a worm.

Tears dribbled down Azaja’s face as he fought with his own helplessness. He had thought he was stronger. But now he would be torn to shreds, his bones scattered across the Drifts—and no one would mourn him.

A shadow crossed above him, and he looked up just in time to receive a blow to the head. He fell down, holding his arms above him to protect his face before he was struck again. His drugged mind struggled to comprehend until he heard a loud and chastising caw!

Uuna’s raven was attacking him.

Caw! Caw!

The shrieking of the bird downed out the howling, if just for a moment, and he became more occupied with fighting off the bird than sinking deeper into memories. After swatting it away one last time, he found that his legs worked again, and this time they carried him forward so swiftly that it seemed all of his pleas had reached them at once. The raven bobbed behind him, cawing and screeching every time he glanced back at it. So he stopped looking back and ran toward the wood.

[momiji-katsu-chiru]

“I only admire one thing in a person...and that's the fight they give me right before I kill them.” - Khünbish

Gender: Male Age: 39+ Birthday: December 13th. Height: 6'2″ ft (187.96 cm) Weight: 249 lb (112.9 kg) Blood Type: O Occupation: Clan Head Affiliations: Aburame clan & known insect tribes, unwillingly Konoha, to a lesser exten the Inuzuka’s and the Senju.

                                            Appearance/Body Notes Greatly regarded for his large appearance the insect user stands at a grand height of 187.96 cms, Khünbish is most certainly one of the larger specimens of the Aburame clan.

                                                       Biography Aburame Khünbish was a sickly, prematurely-born child who many believed would die within his first few months of life. Sadly for them, they were very wrong, for the boy who had joined them so early would lead them to their greatest prosperity yet.

Much of his early childhood was spent trying to strengthen up what was only a small fragment of the and to prove himself worthy of the Aburame heir claim The Aburame were a prominent force in the area but operated largely separately, in groups of one or two families. Khünbish spent his youth uniting them into a single, unified warband. From there, they asserted their dominance over the area. Patrols, road building, trade, crops. On a more personal level, he seems like a guy who went through his life with... kind of something to prove? And he didn't soften up at all until he had children.

Was born a sickly and or as a preme (_gotta look up more on it to see what tends to happen_) // grew up with a few medics around him a lot, mostly cause one of his parents wanted to keep him // had actually been given the kiakchu when he was about six months old possibly but also started training a hella lot under the guidance of his parent // Eventually started proving his worth and could pt much go wherever without the medics constantly hovering // in his early teens started showing himself on the field against his parent's will but would eventually show himself worthy and also be given a marriage proposal from the senju // father accepts the proposal and Khünbish is arranged to a young Qiu // Father dies in battle and a small spiff happens between Khun and a younger brother with Khun winning // marries Qiu only because it was the last thing his father had wanted // begins bringing the different kinds of beetle users of the land of fire together and kicking ass and taking name // eventually has his first son with Qiu but also falls for a woman who had been a medic of his and takes her on as his consort since he didn't love Qiu // and I'm blanking on the moment because I'm needing food and I'm making it but ya know

                                                          Family Senju, Qiu / Wife - for convenice shake                           *   (Qiu/Khün) Aburame, Takeo / 1st Born son,Previous Heir, deceased                           *   (Qiu/Khün) Aburame, Tseteg / 1st Born Daughter, Heir                           *   (Qiu/???) Aburame, Kohana / Daughter                           *   (Qiu/???) Aburame, Suzu / Daughter Aburame, Nergui / Concubine                           *   (Nergui/Khün) Aburame, Batbayar / Son                           *   (Nergui/Khün) Aburame, Ganbaatar / Son                           *   (Nergui/Khün) Aburame, Gerel / Daughter Aburame, Bolormaa / Concubine                           *   (Bolo/Khün) Aburame, Otgonbayar / Son, Youngest child Aburame, Sarnai / Last Official Concubine Aburame, Nekhii / Younger Brother, Second in command                           *   (Nekhii/???) Aburame, ??? / nephew

                          *   (Nekhii/???) Aburame, ??? / nephew Aburame, Ogtbish / Youngest Brother, Third in command                           *   (Ogtbish/???) Aburame, ??? / nephew

                                     Trivia/Canon Divergence Notes

Favored Drink is Airag & Vodka.

Favored Food is Boodog & Steamed Dumplings.

Favored insect is the Giant Japanese Hornet, has a small gourd specifically for them.

Favored flower is an orchid.

Favorite color is blue.

Wishes to fight anyone who dares to challenge his lead or clan.

His mother was a woman from a clan of bee users.

When he eventually died, it was mainly due to an illness that rarely but only affects insect users but aswell to a failing heart.

[crazy-coeurl-lady]

Dayuuqi’s Journal, Entry #3

“Last sun, Ibakha introduced a strange Xaela to us, a woman named Tsollog from a distant mountain tribe that suffers from a curse.  It is not such a terrible one in her case; she has another row of teeth, which makes her smile glint in a bright and menacing way.  However, she says that others of her tribe have been born with extra limbs and eyes, which I imagine would be much worse.   Tsollog herself is an outcast, as is tradition in her tribe, though I found this confusing.  If casting out those that manifest with strange mutations has yet to free them from the curse, what is the purpose of treating their kin in such a way?  Are they so blessed in clan members that they can afford to toss out those like Tsollog?

In any case, Tsollog says that she wishes to join her cause to the Uragshi, as she tires of being without a tribe to call home.  I admit my first reaction was a poor one, as I immediately worried that her tribe's curse could pass into the Uragshi bloodline, but it was not long before I began to chastise myself for thinking that way.  In the end, it has seemed that almost all of the Uragshi have some sort of strangeness set upon them, though some are stranger than others.  My aethersong, for one - is it not hypocritical to say that her teeth are too strange but hearing aether is not?  To turn someone away for their curse may be practical, but it is also cruel, especially when there is no guarantee that her clan's curse would ever affect my own.  

Perhaps, it is Nhaama's wish for us to collect together the strange and the lost and the cursed, and to find strength in this.  I would rather be known as an "odd tribe" than a cruel one.  

I admit that any time someone approaches the Uragshi with an interest in becoming one of us, though, I find it difficult to comprehend.  I wish for us to grow as a tribe, of course!  It just seems odd that anyone that would come to us instead of a larger tribe.  We have so little to our name yet.  This will change, Nhaama willing, but I thought the things that might attract the clanless to come seek us out would be quite different, and that it would take truly impressive feats to catch their attention over a tribe like the Kha or Malaguld or even the Kahkol.  

In the end, it does not matter.  If Tsollog is willing to take the trials, and proves herself loyal to us, then perhaps she will prove herself a worthy addition.  At least she does not seem to only look to us for the sake of impressing my sister Caqi.  I liked Sarantuya much, but she seemed only to focus on winning Caqi's heart - a fool's errand, given that Caqi is quite happy in her partner who has a child on the way - and thus I am not sure she Sarantuya truly wished to be Uragshi.   I do not hold it against her, as Caqi seems to attract many suitors.  She is an attractive woman to other women.  Oddly, though our faces are near-identical, I do not seem to have that same appeal - which is fine, because I have never sought a female sexual partner. I am more than blessed enough with Ochigin, to say the least.  

What Gin has lacked in experience, he more than makes up for it with enthusiasm now that we share a bed.  He proposed again to me two suns ago, which was not necessary - his intentions were more than plain! - but I think in the end he wished to say the words, and to hear me say mine, that I wished to marry him.   And I do.  I do wish it.  I cannot explain what has brought me to this point beyond the feeling that it simply feels right.

And I am quite attracted to him, too.  It is almost as if Nhaama made him exactly for me.  He is tall and dark and handsome, and when he smiles at me I feel a flame light in my chest.  When we are near one another, we are a dance of glances and touches and the scent of sex just waiting to happen.  The nights are filled with his kisses and my affections and him exploring each bit of me, inside and out.  He whispers about the future and I tremble with promise.  I have never felt like this before.

Gin wants ten children; the idea makes me giggle, that we can grow the Uragshi into a mighty clan all by ourselves if need be.  It is not an unappealing thought, not one bit.  I would bear him ten strong children, or even more.   Sarnai warned me not to rush, but it is hard to listen to that advice from someone who married and became pregnant within a season.  All the same, I will not seek to enhance my fertility with any of the traditional medicines here in Reunion, but neither will I seek to inhibit it.  Whatever comes of this pairing, I will accept it, just as I have accepted Gin and felt richly rewarded for that choice.  I dare not try to control fate.”