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Heirs to the Burning Thrones

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

Jibril listened to Marid's words, somewhat pleased that the boy was speaking with less reservation now.

"Marid, there is something that you must understand before we continue. I am about to ask you some questions, know that I have my reasons. I ask that you consider you answers, be truthful, and with regard to questions about Malika, please answer in words that she has told you. Do not speak in your own words or make assumptions with regard to what she as spoken. Jibril asked, pausing a moment to be certain that his requests were understood.

"What has Malika said to you? Has she placed the deadline on you to arrive? Has she actually stated that she loves you in return?"
 

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Shalah, Flower of the Hidden Oasis and Ala’Kamal’s Fallen Star

*Lounging against the soft comfort of the fine silk cushions and leaning gently to the side, with her side stretched along the familiar warmth of Samira, Shalah waits expectantly for the answers to the canny guardian's queries.*

*She knows that she cannot stand by and allow true love to wither from Kadar's oppressive patriarchal tyranny, but neither was it right to break the pledge of sharing salt. Clearly the gen, in their supernatural wisdom, had guided the Heirs to this oasis for just this purpose; to test their response to this plea on behalf of love which to fulfill would requiring a violation of their oaths and a compromise of their honour. For the Heirs do not have the option to wait until they are no longer Kadar's guests, as this would betray Marid's agitated insistence that he must see the fire nymph before moonset.*

*If the young man's love proves true enough to stand up to Jibril's queries and her own scrutiny, she has a plan to slay both ronuses with a single careful jambiya slice. But it is not without risk, for it will place her wits and her beloved Samira's against those of the cunning Kadar...bringing the two of them in direct contact with a man who makes his living sending girls to a bleak life of slavery much like that which they had escaped. And aside from a forced return to Ala'Kamal's harem, this is the last situation in which Shalah desires to be.*

*But she knows that as a ruler she must some day make great sacrifices for the good of her subjects, and she passionately believed that the eager young man deserves no less than the joy that she herself feels each morning, waking up to the awesome radiance of Feloram's blazing orb to gaze upon the splendour of the open desert before her, a free woman, with the beautiful Flamekissed for whom she felt a fiery passion and a soul-deep bond.*

*Was Marid's obsession truly love? Shalah still does not know. Her ignorance of the matter mirrors the confusion in her own heart as to her full feelings for Samira. True she had convinced herself that it had simply been infatuation, but now that Samira had returned, she was no longer so sure. Had the distance she had placed between them and her dismissal of their love as infatuation merely been a defense mechanism to protect herself from the pain of Samira's loss after having her messages intercepted? After all, it was far less painful to believe that she had merely left behind a friend for whom she had an infatuation than it was to imagine that she had forever lost her one true love. Or is her judgment even now being subtly manipulated from her direct contact with Samira's ineffable beauty and charm, the half-nymph's stunning presence and gentle and loving insistence impossible to resist? For that matter, what could be said of Marid? If Shalah cannot trust her own wits, how can a callow young man hope to stay unaffected by the artifice of pulchritude? Shalah is not sure, but she knows that she will do her best to bring happiness to this young man--yes, even the son of a slaver such as Kadar!--if it is within her power. She says nothing, but listens intently.*

[OOC: Shalah is making a Sense Motive check as she listens to Marid answer Jibril's questions-+16. She is pondering the matter deeply, thinking that perhaps understanding this situation will bring her metaphorical and spiritual enlightenment as to her own, mentally constructing a poem to bring her thoughts into focus. Additionally, she is attempting Knowledge(local), Knowledge(history), and Knowledge(nature) checks to see if she has heard of Malika-+12 each {I know she failed such checks before, but her boni should be substantially larger this time thanks to her higher Intelligence}.]
 
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*Marid seems to wilt a bit under all the questioning, but forges ahead anyway.*

"I must go to her by moonrise because that is what I've promised. If I cannot get to her by then, she knows I have been prevented from coming to her. I do not wish to distress her or cause her a moment's worry. She has told me she loves me with all of her heart. She spoke of another love many years ago that abandoned her, and never thought she could love again. I spent many nights talking with her, learning her ways, earning her trust, discovering what a truly wonderful woman she is. And slowly she began to open up to me, and we declared our love. She fears losing me, and knows of my father's desire for me to marry another. I... I also fear that if I am prevented from coming to her that she might lose herself to despair... or become furious with my father. I know my love's temper, and I do not think she could bear to lose one she loves again," Marid explains.

*Shalah finds sincerity in the boy's words, as well as despiration. He wants to be believes, and he's frantic to get to Malika.*

OOC - Shalah, you can read the upper spoiler on the previous page.
 

Jibril a'Mussan (Human, Windwalker)

Jibril nodded thoughtfully, "Very well, Marid, I believe you. If you would be so kind as to allow me a moment to speak with my esteemed companions, we will see what is within our power to accomplish."

Looking to his honored traveling companions, Jibril added, "Now the question is what do we do about this? I have an idea, but I humbly ask the wisdom of most esteemed companions before proceeding."
 

* Nafeesa sits quitely listening to all that passes between the Heirs and the young man. No words exscape her ears nor do any gestures get past her emerald eyes.*

"So... that is where he has received those burns the lovely little flower was speaking of."
She eyes the young man wondering if there was something she could do for him.
 
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Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

* Samira was amazed at Malika’s tale and lost in her own thought words did not come easy for her but she finally managed to speak of her desire to help him. *

“We must help him… I’m not sure how but I feel like we must.”
 

Shalah

*Shalah is seriously perplexed when she hears this news. First, she is fairly sure that the lad has not been magically coerced. Using back-propagation, even if the initial propability of infatuation due to magic had been 50%, the fact that Shalah has not sensed it leads to a Bayesian propagation of only slightly over 25%. And those are odds that Shalah refuses to ignore. What's more, Malika's story strikes a chord with Shalah's eidetic memory of Azizah's

~~"Five generations ago, one of your ancestors was born in the harem of Mansur's father. He married into common blood later in life, as did his ancestors, until your father, a flamekissed wanderer, came upon a fire nymph at her oasis. And though he knew it was dangerous, he dared to love her. Unfortunetly, you were scarcely conceived before he was burnt to death in the fires of your mother's passion. It was not something she could control, and she mourned your father greatly. She carried you with a heavy burden of sorrow in her heart, and when you were born, left her oasis of fire to leave you at an oasis of water. She wanted you to be taken by your father's people and raised by them, as she was too full of sadness to do so. After you were safely away, she returned to her oasis and has never left,"~~

Azizah...It seemed somewhat fitting that one whose name meant "Splendid" might change her name to "Queen" upon retreating to her oasis forever...And Shalah has to admit to herself that even though every man and woman in Keldev deserves to live a happy life, if the nymph is truly the tragic Azizah, mother of her beloved Samira, she deserves some happiness now more than anyone.*

"Dear one," Shalah whispers, knowing that Samira could still hear her words clearly, "My heart sings now that we are in accord on this matter. Indeed, we must accept the possibility that Azizah and Malika are related somehow, or even one and the same."

Then louder, to the group, "I have some thoughts on this matter. I believe that Marid and Malika's love and joy must survive and flourish, even in the face of Kadar's oppressive command. Anything else, and I suppose I would be a hypocrite," she notes, bending forward slightly to give Samira a quick kiss on the cheek for emphasis.

"But we cannot possibly hope to spirit Marid away tonight without breaking our honour-bound salt-oath as Marid's guests. It is clear to me that this very situation has been placed before us as a test. Perhaps the simplest solution is also one that I currently refuse to entertain unless all other avenues are lost. That is, I do not wish to turn Kadar's own strategy against him, forcing him into our debt with the boon of Samira or my attentions."

"My preferred solution to this problem is to spread truth and joy to everyone involved, even Kadar, rather than using trickery. I may be overly optimistic, but I cannot believe that any father would hate his son so much as to refuse him his love, particularly with an advocate such as myself arguing the boy's case. Indeed, if my hunch on understanding human nature is correct, Kadar's anguish that he cannot find a flower who will entice Marid is probably based on the father's hidden fear that his son...does not like girls. After all, this would seem a far more likely postulate based on the evidence than that the boy had found himself a fire nymph lover. And sadly, the nature of men is such that they are afraid of things like this, particularly in their sons, for Kadar will surely wish to carry his name and wealth to future generations."

"But when the truth is known, how can Kadar deny his son this desire? Even his greed alone should enable his acceptance, as what slaver could resist a possible source girls who could be almost as beautiful as our ineluctably charming Samira, although I am sure none of them could match her inestimable allure," stroking Samira's cheek gently where she had left the kiss and then giving her a quick hug at her name.

"So therefore, I propose that we meet with Kadar and ask him to bless his son's union and give us permission to escort Marid to the fire oasis this night. I can be very persuasive if I want to..."

"Of course, I do not wish to enforce my opinions where others desire to make theirs known, so please, let us hear the plans of each of our esteemed compatriots before making a final decision."

[OOC: Whisper DC 15+distance]
 
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Shalah

*An afterthought slips unbidden into Shalah's mind, weighing down on her idealistic fancies of helping true love blossom as her memory brings the weight of reality crashing down upon her.

~~*Kadar is very angry at his son for being stubborn about his bride, as it will bring him a lucrative trading agreement, and keeps his son from visitors to prevent him from trying to escape.*~~

The flowers had told her that and she had allowed herself to conveniently forget. Even so, that just meant that this would be more of a challenge, a sacrifice which Shalah was willing to make.*
 

Tariq bows his head, listening to Marid. He also listened to Shalah’s idea, thinking carefully. “Much as I like the idea of taking the path of honesty with Kadar, I am not certain how successful it would be. He has proven to be a canny businessman; I do not think he would give his blessing to Marid willingly, if he believes he can make a profit from a marriage arranged with another girl. Perhaps if we could convince him that there was something to be gained by allowing Marid to be with Malika?”
 

Tarek al Saoud, Exalted Priest of the Five Pillars

"My companions, Marik, our host your father has pledged us honor-bound while we guest with him and so it must be and shall. I propose this: You give to me, or one of us, a pledge of your oath to carry to your love at the fire oasis. We shall carry it to her and perhaps then we might, with consultation with her kin, see if perhaps other arrangements other than this marriage you so disobediently oppose might be proposed. If this flower of womanhood is such that you claim, surely her kin are forged from the same flame."

"Once we have found a result more to your liking, if such a fate the Pillars may decree, we shall return with news of this to your father. In this fashion," he says looking toward his companions, "We not only aim to resolve this poor boy's injured heart, but uphold our responsibilities as guests. Furthermore, we aim to give Kadar a gift of a new daughter, perhaps even a queen of the desert, and the wisdom that comes from not opposing a young man's follies of the heart."

"Honesty," Tarek continues, "is the wind in the desert. It not only supports us with every breath, but when it fails inside of us we are forever left wanting."

[OOC: Diplomacy +29 if needed ]
 

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