Post by Kay on Aug 20, 2008 15:24:52 GMT -5
((OOC: Apologise for the shortness but I wanted to avoid controlling your character too much.))
Kemal Gurnak, a common household name amongst the Devaronians and yet as infamous as he was, someone nobody truly knew. Even as the list of crimes he allegedly causes climbs, all anyone ever has to pin him to anything is fear and rumourmongering as well as how he always manages to have the authorities running in mad circles after each “coincidence”. And it seemed as if he was only taunting the Devaronian authority judging by his chosen place of residence -- currently sitting comfortably on the peak of one of the city’s many spires, right in the open, above the clouds, and for all to see.
To top it off, the estate’s entrance was quite welcoming itself, with a pristine steel platform and walkway leading up to two neatly dressed, trim, human guards; hardly intimidating dressed in the sleek black clothes and glasses as they were. Despite the finery however, both held themselves up like seasoned soldiers, arms firmly behind their backs and eyes locked forward.
Otherwise, from Niv-Taro’s perspective aboard the ship, little could be made about the arrow shaped home other than it seemed to have pretty light security; from the outside at least. As for how far his dwelling travelled down the tower, well, that was anybody’s guess.
Kemal Gurnak, a common household name amongst the Devaronians and yet as infamous as he was, someone nobody truly knew. Even as the list of crimes he allegedly causes climbs, all anyone ever has to pin him to anything is fear and rumourmongering as well as how he always manages to have the authorities running in mad circles after each “coincidence”. And it seemed as if he was only taunting the Devaronian authority judging by his chosen place of residence -- currently sitting comfortably on the peak of one of the city’s many spires, right in the open, above the clouds, and for all to see.
To top it off, the estate’s entrance was quite welcoming itself, with a pristine steel platform and walkway leading up to two neatly dressed, trim, human guards; hardly intimidating dressed in the sleek black clothes and glasses as they were. Despite the finery however, both held themselves up like seasoned soldiers, arms firmly behind their backs and eyes locked forward.
Otherwise, from Niv-Taro’s perspective aboard the ship, little could be made about the arrow shaped home other than it seemed to have pretty light security; from the outside at least. As for how far his dwelling travelled down the tower, well, that was anybody’s guess.