Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The jackal lord appears as he is normally. However, he is looking rather annoyed.*

 

[rangerjohn]

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout

Abdul looks to Jbril. "Hold my friend, it has not yet come to blows. If he can not deal with one of his subjects, I doubt he is fit to rule."

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

[OOC: Sorry, I was waiting to see if Bro wanted to post anything. Haven't seen him online lately, so I hadn't been able to ask. I don't know what I was thinking, it's pretty obvious that I should respond first. *smacks forehead*]

*Shalah gives a slight bow to Tarek. If his slight arrogance bothered her at all, she hides it perfectly.* “My apologies. I choose... poorly.” *She smiles at him, and walks toward the water elemental, wondering to herself how a creature that heals the land could be related to her.* Ah, perhaps it is just the oasis connection, she thinks, dismissing the thought.

*She glances at Samira at her side.* "You were right, dearheart. I should have listened to you," she says with a smile.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

* Giving a smile full of jest and a healthy dose of “I told you so” Samara plants a small tender kiss on Shalah’s cheek before she takes her lover’s hands.*

“Its okay my beloved, besides I won’t always be right so I don’t want to see you harmed because you trust me impeccably.”

 

[Keia]

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

Abdul looks to Jbril. "Hold my friend, it has not yet come to blows. If he can not deal with one of his subjects, I doubt he is fit to rule."

"I agree, honored one," Jibril replied. "However, this subject before us presumes much . . . to make such demands. Sometimes it is necessary to cut out a poison before it spreads throughout the body."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Caution Jibril," Omran, the Atiik guardian, warns. "Jackal lords are as slippery as aloe root on a babe's skin, but they rarely exaggerate their strength. The heirs represent power. He wants that power."

[OOC - Shalah, care to try the water elemental? Is anyone else putting on their crown?]

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Tariq's eyes narrow slightly at the jackal lord's words, not liking the tone of them one bit. He was aware of the conversation behind him, aware of the crowd that had gathered to watch his dealings with the jackal lord. He hated the idea of having so many people looking on; really, was it so much to ask for a little privacy in one's dealings?

However, he did not turn his attention away from Silverthorn. Though he is feeling a considerable amount of frustration at the others, he hides it. "Have care. I will not abide threats, Silverthorn." He took a step closer. "What assurances do I have that you will keep your word even if you did have a place on my court?"

 

[rangerjohn]

"Caution Jibril," Omran, the Atiik guardian, warns. "Jackal lords are as slippery as aloe root on a babe's skin, but they rarely exaggerate their strength. The heirs represent power. He wants that power."

[OOC - Shalah, care to try the water elemental? Is anyone else putting on their crown?]

While he has not put his crown on, I did state that Atlas was examining his crown. Probably about a page back. Must have got lost in the shuffle.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

[OOC - My bad. Though I hope Atlas is not examining the crown, because he's a thousand miles, two campaign settings, and three races away from here.]

*Abdul examines his crown, a circlet of reddish metal. It js well-wrought, and slightly warm to the touch, formed to give a hint of dancing flames rising from the metal.*

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa takes a few steps back as she reads the frustration on Tariq's face. She is clutching her crown in her hands as she watches the interaction between the Jackal Lord and Tariq. *

[ooc: Nafeesa will stay close enough to be of help should Tariq need any, but far enough away not to be in the way]