Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[khavren]

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout



Abdul nods and turns to Jibril, "Unleash your powers, we stand ready to repel all who would come to face us." Abdul draws his blade and takes a defensive stance at between the rocks and the Heirs.

OOC: Init of 26 - 17 roll + 5 dex + 4 improved init, fighting defensivly for now

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

“Yes its hard for a flower to be harmed within a cage,”

* Samira paused long enough to pull the featherblades from their hiding place, her crimson locks tumble down her shoulders as they find themselves unhindered, as she showed the weapons to her mother. *

“But the flower had better have thorns like the desert rose… Though rare, I’ve had to defend my life with these… The harem isn’t always the nicest of places.”

"From what Marid tells me, I can understand. Power brings jealousy and betrayal, while those of us with simpler lives live beyond such things. Please... please, what brings you here, to the desert? How did you escape the harem?" Malika asks.

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*Tariq and Cala hold back on the assult, waiting to see where they will be needed. Jibril sends the scorching cold the deepest desert night to slay their foes. With a crack, the buried scorpians turn a blistering white and begin to crack. They've been frozen entirely through. The others wait for a moment, waiting to see if anything still lives. Finally a form begins to glide slowly through the sands, not an insect of any sort, but a sand-colored amorphous mass that's heading straight for you. Suhayb and Omran join Abdul at the front line to attack when it comes within range.*

Initiative:
Tariq - 22
Cala - 21
Jibril - 18
Abdul, Tarek - 15
Suhayb, Omran, Dun Pudding - 11
Nafeesa - 6

Jibril's cold ball does 69 points of damage (base 9d6+9, rolled 46, divided by 2 is 23, added to 46 is 69), and every single one of the scorpians fails their saves and is frozen T-1000 style. The dun pudding, however, is made of sterner Constitution and Hit Dice than that, and is ready and rarin' to go, though wounded. You have a round to attack from afar befoe it's within melee range (I'm assuming that 80 ft. would have been a sufficient distance away to blast the scorpians from).

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

“Because of the blood that flows through my veins I was freed by people far more powerful than mortals… I’ve been given a test, one that is a quest in ways, to see if I have the abilities to lead these lands, I have the blood of lost royalty in me.”

* Samira’s voice so full of pride the moment before takes on a pleading quality as she begs her mother. *

“Mother? Delay this deal with Marid and come with me instead as we can finally be mother and child. We can make up for the lost times and if I am chosen you will no longer have to love Marid in servitude. You’ll be able to love him as an equal!”

* As her words come to and end Samira’s pride returns, she will no longer be someone else’s property and it’s easy to hear. *

 

[Rystil Arden]

*This new wrinkle is quite distressing to Shalah. She almost moves her lips to speak, but she stops herself and holds silent, standing alone and gazing at mother and daughter while watching those pholearchs out of the corner of her eye.*

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Tariq tensed as he saw the blob of sand approaching them. Quickly, he moved to the front line, where he could be able to hit it when it got near enough. As he waited for the creature to draw near, he sent several bolts of force arcing toward it.

(OOC: Casting Magic missile on the sand-critter.)

 

[Keia]

Jibril A'Mussan PPs: 84/128, HPs: 88/88, AC: 29, Init: 18

Jibril concentrated on the amorphous bloc headed their way. Jibril imagined long daggers of ice, mainfesting the power and directing it at the blob, in front of the blob and to either side. Then, Jibril will step back from the front line 15 feet scanning the sides and back with his senses, looking for more trouble.

OOC: Energy Missile, Cold, 9d6+9 empowered, five missiles (only one per target, however), DC 26 [10 base + 8(Kinetics) +2 spell lvl +6 for add'l power]. The others will be used to 'discourage' it from approaching. Move as his other 1/2 action.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa eyes the movement ahead of them and takes a step back while the others move forward. SHe is on guard and ready should she be needed.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

“Because of the blood that flows through my veins I was freed by people far more powerful than mortals… I’ve been given a test, one that is a quest in ways, to see if I have the abilities to lead these lands, I have the blood of lost royalty in me.”

* Samira’s voice so full of pride the moment before takes on a pleading quality as she begs her mother. *

“Mother? Delay this deal with Marid and come with me instead as we can finally be mother and child. We can make up for the lost times and if I am chosen you will no longer have to love Marid in servitude. You’ll be able to love him as an equal!”

* As her words come to and end Samira’s pride returns, she will no longer be someone else’s property and it’s easy to hear. *

"The genies? But... and you're to be an Heir? This is... I never thought that... how glorious! But... Marid, why should I delay? You will sit on the throne soon enough, and Marid would never have me be a slave!" Malika says, clearly astonished by the news she's just heard.

*Shalah sees the phoelarchs watching them closely, but making no moves at present.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Shalah's love for Samira is strong, strong enough to allow her to sit through the other woman's casual attempt to completely destroy the other Heirs' and Shalah's plan, waiting for a response from the Fire-Nymph to see if that is what the lovely Jewel and her mother both desire. But it is clear that Azizah is in love and is not in favour of Samira's plan. Even so, Shalah will not vocally speak up without being spoken to first, and she is clearly being ignored. Therefore, she manifests a new Mindlink for the Fire Nymph alone, asking with her mental voice:*

--Most noble, radiant, and magnificent Azizah, most regal, majestic, and glorious Malika, I am called Shalah, the Flower of the Hidden Oasis, and you see me before you, standing behind your most wonderful daughter. I have word from Marid, so will you accept my Mindlink so that we may speak privately? For I do not wish to interrupt my true love, Samira, as she speaks with you aloud.--

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

“So be it, Mother,” Samira replied softly before hiding her face from all by giving her mother another hug. She hid her face cause it bothered her greatly that her mother, her own flesh, fire, and blood, would chose someone else rather than the daughter she had never had a chance to know but then it dawn on her that her mother had never been much of a mother, “I’m happy for you Malika.”

Breaking the embrace Samira walked away as she briskly replied to her love, “Shalah, you may speak to Malika about the deal.”