Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[Keia]

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

"Many thanks, Jibril. Your wealth of information has aided in my decision. I believe the Kamadan is the creature I am supposed to confront." Nafeesa says with gratitude.

"Luck be with you, honored one, . . . with all of you," Jibril replied. "I stand ready to aid you should any require it."

Jibril maintained his distance, being respectful, but wanted to stay close should things not go well for one or more of the heirs.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa walks up to the kamadan, the snakes snapping at her. The creature seems slightly agitated and nervous; he would need a bit of calming before he allows himself to be touched.*

*Walking slowly towards the kamadan, Nafeesa turns her head to see if Tariq is close by, as they were to face their creatures together. Keeping a slow and deliberate pace she speaks softly to the nervous creature.*

"Easy now. I am not going to harm you. Gentle. I just want to see what you have there. Easy, easy. It is all right. Everything is fine. That is a very pretty trinket you have there. May I see it?" She finishes extending her hand slowly and in plain sight.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

OOC: FYI: Samira wasn’t really ready to approach the sunwrym.

* Samira looks upon Shalah with an anxious expression as she considers her beloved’s words. *

“Beloved, if we know whom I’m to confront then we should be working upon yours…”

* Seeing the resolve in Shalah’s striking features has a calming affect upon Samira’s fretting and a small affectionate smile forms as the tall redhead changes her mind. *

“Okay, Shalah, I know how you get once you’ve made up your mind… We’ll do it your way.”

* After giving a short but tender kisses Samira allows Shalah to guide her to the sunwrym. As they approach Samira diverts her eyes, both out of respect and but also out of pure instinct from the radiant light that blankets them. *

* Samira, not just hearing the voice but also feeling the voice deep with in her, places a serene expression on the face as she tries to ignore the pain caused by thunderous voice. Leaving the one she loves above all Samira takes two precise steps forward before addressing the magnificent creature, her voice firm and strong. *

“Noble creature, it is I, Samira the radiant jewel, blooded of genies and one of the rightful heirs to the Burning Throne, that address you. I seek one of your greatest treasures, I seek the circlet and proof of my right to rule.”

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Tariq stayed close to Nafeesa as they approached the kamadan. When she looked back at him, he gave her a smile and a nod of encouragement, but stayed five feet away from her and the creature. This was, after all, Nafeesa's test, and he certainly did not want to add any difficulty by startling it.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Nafeesa gently extends her hand to the kamadan, showing no fear before the fearsome beast. Even when the snakes come within a hairsbredth of biting her, she holds firm, making soothing noises and moving slowly and carefully, showing she's no threat. The skittish kamadan needs a great deal of settling, but after nearly at hour and a few bribes of food, the kamadan will allow itself to be touched. With infinite care and respect, Nefeesa scratches the itchy places in its fur and caresses the smooth scales of the serpants. It takes nearly an hour more, but finally she coaxes the tightly-curled snake to release its death grip on the crown, and it thunks into the dust for her to take.*

*Abdul and Seif al Din raise a shield of fine bladework against the massive giant. His height gives him an advantage, but the two facing him have years of experience. However, the giant's golden falchion more than once slices by Abdul's head or ear; it almost seems as if the giant is testing his nerve. Back and forth the two scuffle on the sand, until Seif al Din lunges forward at a clear shot to the giant's thigh. He splits open a line of scarlet and golden blood that trickles down the giant's leg as the massive man skips backwards. Throwing his head back and giving a deep-throated laugh, he takes the crown at his belt and tosses it at the victor.*

“Noble creature, it is I, Samira the radiant jewel, blooded of genies and one of the rightful heirs to the Burning Throne, that address you. I seek one of your greatest treasures, I seek the circlet and proof of my right to rule.”

"What proof do you offer me, child? Where is your desire to rule? And what would you give up to gain it?"

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa laughs lightly as the Kamadan releases the crowns. She picks it up gently and dusts it off. Petting the creature a little longer in thanks, she studies the pearl-like circlet. It is beautiful. Smiling one last time at the creature, she turns away.*

"Thank you my friend."

*Walking back to Tariq she hold the crown close to her chest remembering her words as she left home and the Nessarine tribe that took her in. I will make you all proud. *

"Well, my dear Tariq, shall we visit your Creature?"

 

[rangerjohn]

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout

Abdul bows and says "honorably fought!" "Do you need help with the wound?"


OOC: if yes, *Abdul takes out his wand and cast cure light wounds on the giant.

If no, "I think you once again." Abdul says before backing off to examine the crown.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Tariq smiles faintly as he watches Nafeesa soothe the skittish kamadan, though he does occasionally glance up at the sky, keeping track of the time. He sincerely did not want to have to go chasing his greature through the desert.

"Certainly, my dear Nafeesa," he says with a smile. "Well done with the kamadan." With that said, he begins to approach his best guess regarding the creature that held his crown: the jackal lord. "Good afternoon, honorable sir."

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa follows Tariq to the jackal lord. She hangs back as Tariq did for her, but is close enough to help him if he desires it.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Samira’s forehead crinkles as she looks upon the sunwrym, “I do not mean to be rude, my noble creature, but one does not question a sultan’s motives so I suspect no one should question mine. Do you protect my circlet or not?”

* Samira stands unwavering before the great beast just as ready to accept her crown as to defend herself. *

OOC: Diplomacy + 23