Vicomté du Kara'tai

The Kara’tai Autonomous Administrative District is a minor fiefdom within the greater bounds of Ishgard, somewhere far to the north of the city itself. Little more than a small village and a collection of forestry huts and iron mines, it is also home to a line of hereditary nobles based out of a small fortified manor house located in the mountains above the village. The title granted to this family of Vasa’kai is that of Viscount, and is duly recognized within the great books of heraldry adorning the shelves of the Ishgardian College of Arms.Tax forms, tithe indices, population tallies, and maps of the pertinent areas of the District are all easily found within Ishgardian libraries. The Firmament even has bills of sale for iron ore sold to them. Some of the older records are well faded, organized in years dating back seemingly to the founding of Ishgard. An old family, the Vasa’kai’s, if oddly named for the peerage, but then the country gentry have always had strange ways, so far from the cultural center of the Holy See.The fact that no one can actually point to the District on a map of the nation with any certainty is of no moment. Nor that those yellowed parchments of old records have ink that might not be quite as old as the paper itself, even though it is just as faded. Extra gold weighing down the purses of various clerks in the tithe office and the College of Arms is simply the result of new wealth brought by the end of the grand crusade against the the draconic Horde, and of absolutely no interest to anyone.

Le Vicomte Actuel

The current Viscount of Kara’tai is one Tynik du Vasa’kai, though he is also known to have the appellation Snowfeather, probably due to the white wings on his familial crest. Well educated and exceedingly well spoken, the Vicomte is known as a published poet and sommelier of exquisite taste. Certain scandalous rumors would paint him something of a sybarite, and the most salacious gossip even declares him a courtesan, whose pleasurable services may be acquired in exchange for coin. Utterly preposterous of course, a landed gentleman who plies a libertine trade in houses of sensuality?!

Le Seigneur du Pays

A country lord, the Vicomte has come to the great capital of the Holy See to conduct business, or so it says on his entry paperwork. The purchase of a small manor within the walls is perfectly understandable for one who claims to be tightening the bonds between his small holdings and the city proper. The rumors that immediately sprang up of people disappearing into the manor, never to be seen again, are only the talk of jealous commoners who seethe at the thought of their betters living in the comfort that is their due.

Le Vicomte, Tynik

Name: Vicomte Tynik Snowfeather, née Kara'tai, du le Maison d'Vasa'kaiGender: MalePronouns: MasculineOrientation: PansexualAge: 105Occupation: Poet, Author, CourtesanLikes: Poetry, literature, ebony and violet, wine, luxury and comfortDislikes: Garleans, uncouth tribals

Rainbow Feathers

Gathered amongst marble bowers
Flocks of birds flutter and preen
Alluring as a field of flowers
Showing to all their colors in sheen
Such graceful dancers, feathers unfurl
Joy of expression in liquid grace
Colors of pride in every swirl
Enchantment fills this carven space
Beautifully enraptured
Their hearts captured
In sinuous motion
Utter devotion
Standing together, love personified
Gentle rebuke of yesterday’s hate
Flocking as one, passion beatified
As we share together tomorrow’s fate

what pride is left

when fled from ash

of his ken now bereft

no
cloth to tear
or
teeth
to
gnash

Cruelty in Hoarfrost Clad

A city of stone so haughty and proud
Rearing high until lost in frozen cloud
Surging with princely and peasantry, crowd
Against the pillars of a chuch uncrowned
What woe times have worn
Those that noble peerage scorn
Who is left to mourn?
The plight of the low brumeborn
What care has the Knight of the baker's fears?
No time for the Bishop to wipe the maid's tears
For the beggar the Count offers only jeers
The Squire elates at the death of thief's peers
A Watcher sees the everlong struggle of the poor
Beneath the marble of nobility's grandeur
A Watcher watches, naught more than poetic voyeur
Whilst the pain of the lesser, the greater immure
A bubbling cauldron thus, agonies broil
Beneath the winding Pillars coil
A broken people ceaselessly toil
Their labors forever nobility's spoil

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Of Pleasure, and Pain

A professional courtesan, the Viscount is available for hire should you seek to ease away your evening in the exquisite pleasure of his care.Specialty: Tynik specializes in dominance, in the giving of pleasurable pain and the gentle aftercare afterwards. But to him is the joy of a switch. He is able to take just as much as he gives. To kneel, or to command. Your desires are his to fulfill.Partners: It matters not the gender identity and presentation, nor the race, background, or history. There is very little discrimination in this veena's taste for company, as long as their gil is good. Nearly all who are of age are welcome to his companionship.Availability: The venues listed below are where you will typically find him, but please feel free to contact for private hiring and rates.

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Venues of the Viscount

Midnight Echoes ~ Tuesdays and Fridays 7pm-11 pm CSTThe Crimson Door ~ Second and fourth Thursdays of the month 8pm-12am CST


The Silence

Silence spokeFor me to listenNo wordsNo laughing prisonNo smiling yokeThe Void callsBehind Silence's walls