Heirs to the Burning Thrones

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?"
 

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*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.
 

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

Badra said:
"We are calling the Heirs to come prove themselves, but they will need a competent guardian and guide during their trials. You are to be that guardian," she murmurs.

'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?"
 

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.
 

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout

"It seems, I must take your word, honourable one. Please, lead on." Abdul says with a bow.
 
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Jibril A'Mussan (Windwalker) Rogue/Psion/Fighter

Badra said:
"Your responsibilities are to guard the Heirs, come with me and I shall take you to them," she says simply, extending a hand.

“It will take but a few moments to inform one of my brethren of my need to depart for a time,” Jibril offered by way of explanation. “If you know me as well as you say you do, you know that I take my responsibilities quite seriously. Hence, I cannot simply disappear and cause trouble for Windwalkers. They wouldn’t want that from me, and with the same reasoning, I will not abandon the heirs you speak of as well.”

Jibril then turned to look toward one of his brethren, hoping to call out to them and explain that he would be gone on a pilgrimage for a time. He was part of the Windwalkers and would not betray their trust again. He had no one else to tell, and even those he might be interested in telling, would not be interested in knowing.

Once that was accomplished, Jibril took the offered hand.
 
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Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

* Samira gives a small indulging smirk to Mansur; she had heard of wild tales from wilder lands before. She had learned that men even told tall tales to impress the occasional harem girl, especially one of her loveliness and skill, but deep down part of her realized that Mansur spoke of his homeland with to much emotion for it to be real, at least in his mind. *

She speaks loudly enough for the sultan and others to hear, “Your homeland sounds simply amazing my prince.” Her exquisite face turns dreamy, “far to fantastic for this simple harem girl to comprehend.”

* Samira quickly forgets her daydream as Mansur’s hand delicately lifts her almost subconsciously from her cushion. Samira’s expression turns from slight worry to confusion as Ala’Kamal fails to react to Mansur’s breach of etiquette. Her braided hair whips around as she glances about looking for someone to react to the screen. *

“What did you do to them? Why don’t they respond to our actions?”

* Not waiting for his reply Samira turns back towards Mansur, her confusion replaced with determination as she prepares to reach for her featherblades. *

Samira’s tone is hushed but her words are harsh as she replies coolly, “I don’t claim to know my heritage, I honestly know little of it, and though I find myself wanting to believe your words I ‘m skeptical in the end. Explain yourself and we will see if I agree to help. Though your display of power is considerable stay where you are as I will defend myself.”
 

“I do hope your enchanted carpet is indeed large as I have a wonderful pony and my dear dog that go everywhere with me. If this will not be any trouble I will gather my belonging, make one last call upon the new mother and baby, and say my goodbyes.”

*With that she turns lightly on her heels heading back to the heart of the camp where the tent she had been occupying was picked. *
 

*For a moment, Tariq regarded the stranger, undecided. The stranger spoke of genies, and tests, which made him curious. He also spoke of rewards, which certainly was a temptation. But he was still a stranger, and Tariq wondered how he had come to know so much about him. It was daring that brought rewards, and with that thought in mind, he checked briefly to make sure Aliyy was still sleeping in his pack, before reaching out to take the stranger’s hand.*
 

Wajih said:
*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.

*Shalah smiles in superiority, as susceptable to praise as any beautiful woman.* "What you say is indeed mostly correct - though I am not the only individual in this illusionary room who has the blood of genies in my ancestory." As my dear Twice-Cursed informs me.

*Pursing her lips in thought, she selects a ripe piece of fruit from one of the bowls on the table.* I should humor him, I suppose....

"How would I attain such a rule, then? I hardly think demanding the throne would suffice." *She smiles at Wajih and takes a bite of the fruit.*
 
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