Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

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?"

"My word as a scoundrel and a rogue, which is worth far more than my word as a gentleman," Silverthorne says with a wicked smile.

 

[rangerjohn]

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout

[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.*

OOC: Touche

IC: *While he continues to watch the confrontation, between the Jackal Lord and the possible future sultan. Abdul places the crown on his head, to test the weight as it were. The crown itself may light, but he suspects what it represents will be a heavy burden.*

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"My word as a scoundrel and a rogue, which is worth far more than my word as a gentleman," Silverthorne says with a wicked smile.

Upon hearing this, Tariq chuckled softly for a moment, before regarding the jackal lord seriously. He was honest, at least; Tariq found that he had a grudging respect for Silverthorne. "Very well, Silverthorne," he said at last. "In exchange for giving me my crown now, I offer you a place in my court in the future." He took a step closer. "Do we have an agreement?"

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

*Skirting the group watching Tariq and the jackal lord, Shalah approaches the water elemental and studies it, wondering how best to approach.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*As Abdul places the red crown upon his head, he feels an intense heat envelope him. It's not painful, certainly no more than the summer at midday, something he's quite accustomed to. Opening his eyes, he finds his vision strangely enhanced. Each person seems to glow from within with their personal heat, and even those obscured by trees.*

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*Silverthorne gives a wry smile, and takes the crown from his belt, handing it to Tariq.*

"A bargain most fair, future sultan. I shall see you when your court assembles," he says with a bow, and then turns to go, slipping into the white buildings and disappearing.

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*As Shalah approaches the water elemental, it swirls into a vortex of water, looking much like the whirling dustclouds of the desert, but inverted, pointing deep into the pool. At the bottom of the cone of the swirling water is a lovely blue circlet, but to get it one would have to enter the water. Or leap into it.*

 

[Keia]

Jibril a'Mussan

"A bargain most fair, future sultan. I shall see you when your court assembles," he says with a bow, and then turns to go, slipping into the white buildings and disappearing.

Jibril watched as the jackal lord left their sight, then thought, 'I can't help but think he will be trouble in the future . . . .'

Jibril looking over the various foes seeing if they all had recovered their crowns.

 

[rangerjohn]

Abdul-Hadid Human/Genie-kin Scout

"Interesting, this crown seems to impart a form of heat vision." Abdul says while looking at the world with new eyes.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"My thanks," Tariq says in reply as he accept the crown. He offers the jackal lord a small smile. "I shall look forward to seeing you then." He had every intention of offering the jackal lord a place in his court, as promised. However, he also intended to keep a close eye upon him, and deal quickly with any problems that might arise. As Silverthorn turned and took his leave, Tariq took a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

Now that he had it, Tariq took a moment to examine his crown. Then, he turned and rejoined Jibril and Nafeesa. "I apologize for the delay, and thank you both for your patience." He offered them both a quiet smile.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

"You did well." Nafeesa replies with a small smile.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"Thank you," Tariq replies with a grin. Curiously, he glanced around to see how the others were faring, before examining his crown. "I was beginning to think I would have to chase the jackal lord out into the desert. Now that our task is completed, what shall we do now?"