Jibril said:
'Perhaps it is karma, that I have been asked to do this task,' Jibril thought, 'payment for past transgressions. If so, it would be unwise to refuse - only making things worse.'
*Jibril thought for several moments, considering many issues. He wasn't certain how competent he was, but Badra had been certain - and she seemed to know more about him than most anyone else. Jibril felt that perhaps it wouls be his duty to perform this task.*
"Very well, Badra," Jibril replied. "I accept this charge - provided the Windwalkers will allow me to take my leave for this journey. Now that I have accepted, what else is there that you may tell me? What are my responsibilities?"
"Your responsibilities are to guard the Heirs, come with me and I shall take you to them," she says simply, extending a hand.
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Tariq said:
*Sapphire-like teeth… The observation startled Tariq some, though he tries not to show it. Gem-like eyes too. Hadn’t someone once commented that he too had gem-like eyes? Then perhaps he was like this stranger.* “And the price?” He inquired.
"You must prove yourself worthy, first. And tests for such things are not easy. However, the rewards..." he says, his other hand showing a large emerald in it for a moment, "are undeniable. Come with me." At the last he extends his hand further, wanting you to grasp it.
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Nafeesa said:
How can someone whose child is gravely wounded be smiling?
*With hesitation clearly written on her face, she responds, "If the child is indeed in trouble then yes I will help however I can. If there is something else, please speak up now?"
"Don't worry, this is something only you can do. Come, I have an enchanted carpet on which to ride, so that I might take you to my child in all due haste. It is quite large enough to take anything you might need."
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Shalah said:
Shalah blinks in surprise. "Me? Ruling upon a great throne such as that? Forgive me, powerful one, but few would follow a harem-girl." *She leans back, dropping her pretense.* "Why one such as I?" She raises a questioning eyebrow. "Surely if you can do all this," she gestures at the golden floors, the gemstone walls, and fine silk hangings, "you would be better for such a postion that I."
*Wajih laughs loudly at your comment, and slaps his thigh.*
"My dear, what you see before you is mere illusion, wrought for my amusement. You, on the other hand, are quite intelligent, and have been well-trained to read other people, and are more than capable of getting the information and reactions you want out of nearly anyone. If that weren't enough, you have the blood of the original rulers of Keldev in your veins, the blood of the genie sultans! You are on the only one
fit to rule at all," he says grandly, making expansive gestures with his hands.
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Abdul-Hadid said:
"Knowing me as you do, you know I know many things, but ruling from a throne is not one of them. What makes you think I should rule?"
"Your very heritage makes you fit to rule, and as for the rest of it... we shall test you to be certain of our choices. Come, such an offer doesn't come more than once in a lifetime Abdul-Hadid. Make your choice."
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Samira said:
*Leaning back slightly upon the silk cushion Samira speaks louder knowing that Ala’Kamal will eventually be curious as to what they speak off. Her smile glitters, as does her eyes, with interest at the mysterious man. *
“I’m somewhat found of hearing of far away places, my prince, would you be so kind as to tell me of your own homeland? I’ve heard little of the places beyond the mountains.”
"My land is warm and lush, with great natural fires that burn in every color imaginable. We have fires of blue, green, purple, white, gold, silver, anything. Magical power seeps from the very ground, available to anyone with the power to mold it, and the very creatures of the earth and sky are infused with magical fire. Fantastic storms race across the sky, and my people soar through the skies on magic-born power..." Mansur says, a far-away look in his eyes, as if he was seeing into his own land once again. "It is these wonders that I wish to restore to Keldev, wonders that only you can help me with. Come Samira, it is time to take your rightful place amongst the royalty of Keldev," Mansur says, standing and holding out his bejeweled hand to Samira. Curiously enough, no one else takes notice of this. The sultan seems to be fascinated with his wine goblet, and everyone's eyes simply seem to slide over the main dias.
