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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 2, 2006 18:30:05 GMT -7
Waleed noted the man's egress and murmured to himself, "Funny little man." Waleed thought to himself that Saqir was probably one of those angst ridden youth that felt the world owed him something more than it had given, but was too lazy to get it himself. "Oh well..."
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Post by Ya'qub on Feb 3, 2006 6:54:46 GMT -7
Settling Sahra into their room so that she can rest on a more stable bed in a non-moving room after so many days at sea, Ya'qub immediately begins making inquiries regarding the locale's bazaar. 'I need to make hay whilst the sun shines,' he thought, smiling to himself.
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 3, 2006 11:29:12 GMT -7
Settling Sahra into their room so that she can rest on a more stable bed in a non-moving room after so many days at sea, Ya'qub immediately begins making inquiries regarding the locale's bazaar. 'I need to make hay whilst the sun shines,' he thought, smiling to himself. “Undoubtedly, sir, your ship is moored in one of the four stone wharves,” the old Bharat merchant responded to Ya’qub’s questioning regarding the local markets. Smiling a toothy yellow smile, he invited Ya’qub to sit and share his coffee while he shared some local knowledge with the newcomer. The man wore a bright red turban in a style Ya’qub would later learn was called the Kavi - the style favored by the largest ethnic group in the Ruined Kingdoms: the Bharat. “I am Lakshman, and it is a pleasure to take your acquaintance.” “Many transactions occur on the wharves before the cargoes are unloaded. There are stone wharves on the eastern and southern sides of the city,” Lakshman explained. “Actually two on each side. However you do a disservice to yourself if you fail to visit the famed floating bazaar. Oh, the glory of it! A covered market with canals not dusty streets! For a small fee, and this I can guarantee if I can recommend the services of my honest nephew Rujul, you can hire a boat to explore this marvelous suq.” Momentarily solemn, he informed Ya’qub the floating bazaar shuts its shops promptly at sunset because of the “semmukhan muthlelei”. Seeing Ya’qub’s confused look the merchant tried to find another word for it. “The ajami Ellas call the creatures, ‘krokodeilos’”.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 4, 2006 13:38:22 GMT -7
After having directed the Innkeepers men where to place the bags in his rooms and tipping them very generously before they left, Waleed had noted Mamoun's concealed attempts to hide his pain of carrying all the baggage from the ship to the inn. Taking solace upon his manservant, he approached him and said with a smile and a hand on his shoulder in a familial way while no one else was around, "Why don't you, I and the girls go out for some sweet to eat, eh?"
He knew Mamoun would not decline, if anyone liked sweets more than Waleed, it was Mamoun. Asking his girls to dress a little less agressively, but still armed, Waleed made way for the city proper with his entourage in tow in seach of hidden delights. Murmuring quietly to Mamoun and the girls, Waleed reminded them, "Ask no questions of Tadabbur, but if you hear of anyone speaking of the secret stronghold, inform me immediately."
In the back of his mind, Waleed wondered who or where he could seek out information of the place and it occurred to him that the other place that was recommended to stay at, the Steel Serpent Inn, was owned by a former treasure hunter. Perhaps a quick check of the place and greasing the palm of the innkeeper may turn up some clues.
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Post by maher on Feb 4, 2006 16:43:05 GMT -7
Maher set his treasures(useless stuff) on the ground in his room. He was tired of his legs falling asleep on him at any time. He sat down and wondered" I want to be the first to find some useful information" he said to himself with a chuckle.
Maher started off to join with the others, while thinking of the pieces to the puzzles of current events and facts.
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Post by Keesha on Feb 5, 2006 14:59:14 GMT -7
After entering her room she tosses her stuff aside and starts placing it inside the chest next to the bed. Satisfied with its sturdiness, she murmurs something and smiles watchin the familiar red glow on its border for a minute.
Who would have thought that she would have came to learn that enchacement the hard way.. by having had to feel the consequences of it when trying to get some valuables out of an old house. There she stood that day - held inmobile - until the old Vanthos came to see her. But then, it was old Vanthos who taught her the first ways with magic, captivated by her charms in a weird twist of fate.
Coming back to reality she looks at the clothings she left on the bed. It has been a while she hasnt worn them indeed. Then tries them on, a mixture of dark hues, gray and black, ideal for hiding around city shadows if need be.
Strapping a dagger to her tight, she looks at the window and convinced theres no one around she climbs outside it, climbing down the wall and into the street on the back of the inn.
Looking carefully left and right, she starts scouting the city, looking to find the familiar signs of the underworld, working its way around a busy rich port.
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Post by Ya'qub on Feb 6, 2006 7:30:52 GMT -7
While speaking with the innkeeper, Ya'qub noticed Waleed.
"Friend Waleed!" he shouted, smiling expansively, "the noble innkeeper here has been informing me of the delightful opportunities available to a simple businessman like myself. I am most anxious to see the locations he has described for myself. However, my lady wife is in need of rest, and I would like some company. Would you honor me by going on a little excursion with me?"
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 6, 2006 9:23:36 GMT -7
While speaking with the innkeeper, Ya'qub noticed Waleed. "Friend Waleed!" he shouted, smiling expansively, "the noble innkeeper here has been informing me of the delightful opportunities available to a simple businessman like myself. I am most anxious to see the locations he has described for myself. However, my lady wife is in need of rest, and I would like some company. Would you honor me by going on a little excursion with me?" Waleed smiled in return, "Trying to keep me out of trouble, Ya'qub?" Chuckling a bit, Waleed continued, "Yes, yes, we were just leaving to find something sweet to eat, let us travel together in search of these culinary delights."
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Post by maher on Feb 6, 2006 15:23:29 GMT -7
While Maher was looking for the rest of the group he found Waleed and Ya'qub, he overheard enough and said: " I would like to join you in the search of the area, and join in the festivities".
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Post by Keesha on Feb 7, 2006 1:43:17 GMT -7
After walking a couple of blocks, she caughts sight of Eakon and calls him into an alley.
"My love.. " she smiles petting his head "I am afraid we need to separate for a while, I need you to watch over our friends. And.. I will be needing to use your eyes. Fly back to the inn."
She nods and taps his head, as she sees Eakon flapping his wings, a familiar sign that he knew what was required of him.
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Post by Ya'qub on Feb 7, 2006 6:57:44 GMT -7
Ya'qub flashes Maher a full, gap-toothed smile. "Your company would be most welcome! However, we would need to exercise some discretion. It would not do well for me to be seen with so many companions....It might look as if I were a too-welathy merchant complete with bodyguards. My profit margin might suffer.
So, if we go together, please be discrete!"
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Post by maher on Feb 7, 2006 15:37:54 GMT -7
"Well agreed" said Maher with rather understandably.
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 10, 2006 21:30:51 GMT -7
A hush spread across the small crowd gathered outside the gates of the Jasmine Dream. Their collective gaze fell first on, then past you. Then disappointment shown clearly on their faces.
"Bah!" A heavily overweight woman in her late fifties blurted out. She turned away from the gates and began pushing through the crowd. "Curse you fools for your cruelty to an old woman..."
"Its true Noora," someone called out. "she was with them." This was affirmed in a chorus of voices from the crowd.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 11, 2006 12:39:57 GMT -7
Waleed raised his right hand in a sign of greeting and to show he had no weapon in it. "Excuse me, who is this woman you speak of?"
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Post by saqir on Feb 11, 2006 19:57:40 GMT -7
Saqir was on his way back from the ship, his falcon on his wrist and a newly acquired jarid slung over his back. He had traded one of his jambiyas for it, along with a bit of the silver from his voyage.
As he passed through the market, he spotted a falcon rising from an alleyway in the city. A falcon... There may be other falconers in this city, but he wasn't willing to miss a chance. He unhooded his falcon and sent him soaring into the sky, rising in widening circles. On foot, he headed for the alley he had seen the bird take off from.
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