Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The heirs remain the night at the fire oasis, and can take part in a sunrise feast for Malika and Marid's happiness. Fresh fruit and rare sweets comprise most of this impromptu feast, which is quickly concluded. Kadar has a second bride waiting for his son, and a double wedding arrange, and must be on his way soon. As he begins to prepare his camp to depart, one of Kadar's slaves comes up to the heirs, indicating a messenger has arrived for them. Going with him to the middle of the fire oasis, you all see Badra standing serenely amongst the fire fountians.*

"Well done. You have passed your second test, that of cunning and compromise, words and honor. And some have learned that expectations rarely match reality," she says in a low and pleasing voice. "What questions have you, now that you know the nature of this test?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

“None,” replied a tried Samira who was obviously lost in her thoughts and emotions, “at least none here.”

 

[Evil Ujio]

Tarek will stay silent and enjoy the meal, he has no questions for the moment.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Shalah nods. It is as she had said before in the tent when the ywere first deciding what to do--the genies put this situation before them on purpose as a test.*

"No questions, honoured one--I am glad to complete a test that will help make the lives of others happy at the same time--except, I suppose, to ask what the next step on our journey will be," Shalah replies, smiling at the genie.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Very well. Leave this place and continue eastward to the mountains. On the way there you will find a battle that must be fought, and a peace that must be made, though it will not be easy," Badra says simply, and vanishes into a shimmer of heat.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmmm..." Shalah says thoughtfully, pondering the possibilities for the next trial.

 

[Keia]

Jibril A'Mussan (Windwalker, Human) Rogue/Psion/Fighter

"Well done. You have passed your second test, that of cunning and compromise, words and honor. And some have learned that expectations rarely match reality," she says in a low and pleasing voice. "What questions have you, now that you know the nature of this test?"

Jibril bowed low in acknowledgement of the success of the heirs and the wisdom of the tester. Jibril wondered to himself just what Badra thought of the individual successes of the various heirs, and if she was satisfied of the work of the guardians to this point. But before he could bring voice to his thoughts . . .

"Very well. Leave this place and continue eastward to the mountains. On the way there you will find a battle that must be fought, and a peace that must be made, though it will not be easy," Badra says simply, and vanishes into a shimmer of heat.

Jibril looked at the space that Badra was once standing at . . . then looked to the various heirs. "I am uncertain if there was a time limit on the upcoming trial. I would most humbly suggest that we rest the day and prepare to journey forth toward the mountains at the lowering of the sun in the sky tomorrow, if it would please the esteemed heirs," Jibril offered.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I spent a good deal of my power as well as my health on the negotiations today, so I most willingly agree to your excellent plan, most honoured Jibril," Shalah bows.

--Besides-- she thinks to herself --Samira will need time to herself to sort her emotions. She deserves whatever kindness could be given her, and if she would accept it, Shalah would do her best to help her lover, or leave her some alone time if that is what the half-nymph needs.--

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

* Samira sat only long enough to hear the exchange between Jibril and Shalah before she got up, not even bothering to knock the dust from her bedleh, and walks away from the group saying nothing to no one and with little to no ceremony. *

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafessa shakes her head to indicate that she has no questions either. She listens as the other discuss the plan to come, she is not to surprised to see Samira walk away. Nafessa debates going after her, but chooses to leave her be. *

"She will let me know if she needs me. Besides, she does need to grieve and come to grips with her emotions. Poor dear. "