Thread: The Disappearing Princess (Candira and Sir Big Dick Cummington)

Johnathan was riding on horseback with half a dozen of his most prestigious scholars. He was sent from a far off land of Zalim to make amends with one of the more powerful provinces throughout the medieval world. Zalim was named off of the male that first found it only two generations ago. Who recently passed away and allowed his eldest son to take the thrown. Zalim was a quiet province in a very harsh climate based area. Meaning, there was little food around, they took most of the wood by killing the majority of forests, and were running out of necessarily animals to hunt to feed their population. Zalim was practically growing at such a pace it was on the verge of becoming too large for its own good. Zalim's area was running out of water due to drought and their forms of harvesting were no longer acceptable due to the lack of fertile soil. However, Sarmine, a province with much power under its hands, but very very far away offered help in their time of need. Zalim couldn't reject. They shared similar interests. Treated their women practically the same and chose the same morals of practice. Making them very similar people. Zalim couldn't dare pass up the opportunity to gain new land, superior trade, and slaves. John wasn't like most from Zalim. Zalim men chose to groom their hair and buff up in times of war and peace. His people were very hotheaded. John chose to shave his scalp in the name of intellectual well being. Claiming that without material world hair his body and mind was lighter and more at peace. This also meant that he held practically no body hair or pubs. He would rather read and educate himself on the new found world than become gruesomely figured with muscles and masculine veins. Meaning that he didn't have the largest and sharpest muscles. However, he was still lean and able to wield a dagger. A mistake his people constantly made was brute strength over superiority of battle tactic. John attempted to show his people their errors by taking down some of their most skilled fighter empty handed. Which he did, but they refused his proposal and shoved him into his library to study. He wouldn't elude their options for he loved the books and the knowledge. Thus, they sent him off as a leader. To lead the scholars into Sarmine territory. To propose an alliance with obvious profits of warriors and allies. John couldn't refuse. He was forced to say yes for it was either a yes or his head. Thus, he crossed several miles on and off horseback. He felt a sacred bond with the animals and once they were tired he allowed them to rest and walk behind him. One of his scholars complimented him by calling him the Modern day Moses. However, John denies the existence of those fairy tale people and their accomplishments through a mythical book brought to his land by traveling prophets. Moses existed over 2,000 years before the existence of Jesus. However, during the 10th century of the middle ages, they still chose to pray to a false god. He could never truly refute the existence and chose that his opinion would be better unexplained. It took him and his allies weeks before reaching the large province of Sarmine. Openly given entrance into the province and into the large building covered with gold and other fine riches in which they were to do their negotiating. John would be the lead in the entrance. Being in front while the other six behind. Their horses left to be pampered by some of the farm workers a mile or away from the province. He entered the building and walked up towards the King and his Daughter. His eyes automatically piercing towards the female's beautiful body which was drowned in jewelry and other fine garments. Her breasts practically irking to get out of her apparel as her thick hips were obvious in shape even as the distance John was. We .. have come from the land of Zalim. Looking towards your province for obvious helping in our own problems. He cleared his throat. We have ran out of fertile soil, food, and wood. We understand what you hold dear and what you hold in your material pockets. I and my scholars have arrived here to offer you anything you wish of us in return for trade. He said as he took a breath. He was about 6 feet tall. Wearing a white rob with a red line crossing through his chest. The robe consisted of a hoodie that was drawn back. The robes went as far down to partially past his knees and was long sleeved. What was under his robes? Possible weaponry in case he had to use them for self defense. Other than the obvious list of recommendations that we are inclined to follow on your behalf I wish to know of the beautiful female by your side. Does she have a suitor or is she simply as oppressed as the others? I do not wish to insult you. My people work the same way. I am simply wondering that, if based on her royal blood, anything is different on her behalf? He would ask honestly and boldly towards the king, but continuously looking at the Princess in her gorgeous glory.