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Post by maher on May 26, 2006 11:30:12 GMT -7
Maher Started, squeezes the silver necklace bearing a roc-shaped pendant of precious jade from the lands of the infidels, from Ya'qub, hoping to bring him luck and safety.
Maher takes out his small curved sword in defence and carefully went over to try to aid his injured companion.
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Post by Ya'qub on May 27, 2006 12:59:00 GMT -7
The sudden and vicious attack on one of their own stopped Ya'qub dead in his tracks. Forgetting to focus on his decorum, he sputtered out "Thahra! See what you can do to care for Keesha!"
He then bolted to the area where the shot must have come from, attempting to add a little light to illuminate the darkened area. If there was anything to be seen, he wanted to be able to see it clearly.
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Post by Keesha on May 29, 2006 7:58:32 GMT -7
"Arrgggf" she shouts, surprised by the attack. She lowers herself while mentally ordering Eakon to come out and look for whats going on there.
She then looks quickly at Nooras face, trying to read anything from her eyes - trying to figure out if she could have...
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Post by Gamemaster on May 30, 2006 9:24:59 GMT -7
Saqir, always jumping at shadows, was out of his chair with a jambiya in hand and ready to throw as Waleed yelled out in surprise. The quiet Saqir moved with the cat-like grace of a predator, ignoring the rising confusion around him as he searched for his prey. Viciously he hurled his curved blade into the canopy, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The grin disappeared suddenly just as Waleed shouted the words of his spell. If Saqir cried out in pain from the black arrow that pierced his hand, it was swallowed in the roar of wind and splintering of wood Waleed had unleashed upon the canopy.
Ahamed al-Dihliz was only a heartbeat behind his fleeing servants and guests, dismay at the destruction of his property marked his face more so than any fear, still none were unable to escape the garden entirely before the shredded lattice and vegetation began to rain down upon them.
Maher did his best to shield the wounded Keesha from the debris as Sahra and Noora looked to the wound, heedless of the danger to themselves.
Ya'qub waved his hand skyward and with a hasty word the shadowy blue evening sky glowed as if lit by an unseen fire. In that sky, amid a mass of twirling, fluttering and falling birds a man flailed about in billowing red robes. His turban, partially unwrapped and revealing a dark skinned face inscribed with elaborate tattoos, was as white as the hair it covered.
Keesha sensed Eakon had escaped the blast of air and he wheeled in the sky above, eyeing the struggling birds of prey below with a predator's lust for the kill. Returning her attention to her surroundings, Keesha tried to read Noora's face and saw only concern.
Sahra, who was on her knees behind Keesha, gasped in alarm. "Noora! Look!"
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Post by Ya'qub on May 31, 2006 5:52:54 GMT -7
Focusing on the bright white turban of the retreating attacker, Ya'qub closes his eyes and attempts a most difficult enhantment; he will try to set the turban alight, in the hopes of breaking the concentration of the figure enough to get him to fall.
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Post by Keesha on May 31, 2006 9:54:07 GMT -7
Looking into Nooras eyes she whispers "don't worry" at the time she moves her hands and a brief circular breeze envolves her and the ones close to her, much lighter and caring than Waleeds breeze - and aimed at deflecting any incoming arrows that might be fired their way.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on May 31, 2006 10:37:59 GMT -7
Waleed was a bit astonished at the hovering assassin above him, he thought to himself he would have to learn that skill. With a grin at the 'Sins ingenuity, Waleed unleashed a new spell he had been concocting in the back of his head. Directing his palms at the 'Sin, Waleed invoked the chant of destruction, gathering the electricity in the surrounding air aided by Keesha's spell and sending it in a bolt at their hovering foe.
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Post by Gamemaster on Jun 1, 2006 19:30:20 GMT -7
Behind the protection of the sorceress Keesha's magical shield, Sahra and Noora studied the arrow tip. Cunningly crafted, it held the broken shards of a glass vial streaked with blood, flesh, and a noxious green icor.
Wasting no time with words, Sahra pulled a small knife from the table and deftly sliced the black feathers from arrow's shaft. Without warning she pushed then pulled the arrow the rest of the way through Keesha's body. High above, Eakon's cry joined his master's in a duet of suffering.
Keesha felt the first effects of the poison worming its way past the waves of pain radiating from her shoulder.
Waleed and Ya'qub where focused on the threat above, unleashing the forces of elemental fire and electricity simultaneously at their foe.
Waleed's electric bolt rocked the man, his body momentarily jerking spasmodically while Ya'qub's flames swept up the loose end of the man's turban, bathing his face and head in flames.
The spasms past, the man sneered down, seemingly oblivious to the flames crowning his head. Turning suddenly in mid air he dove away heading toward a flock of fleeing birds.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Jun 2, 2006 2:13:15 GMT -7
Waleed began to think quickly and silently admonished himself for not having his girls in their bodyguard attire with their accompanying crossbows then decided upon a most perilous action. Drawing his sword, Waleed intoned the spell of flight and leap skyward to chase after the fleeing assassin.
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Post by Keesha on Jun 5, 2006 0:56:06 GMT -7
Looking at the intrepid Waleed she shakes her head and orders Eakon to signal for him to come back. She knows that if they are to uproot this evil - it wont be something that just one can do. Then she touches her head, as if hearing some voices and looks worried.
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Post by maher on Jun 8, 2006 7:37:03 GMT -7
Maher amazed by seeing Ya'qub, Keesha, and Waleed do there best against the demon, especially when they shocked its brain. Maher was too shocked and stood up straight and put his sword away and was trying to say a brave comment.
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Post by Gamemaster on Jun 9, 2006 10:42:02 GMT -7
Making up in confidence what he lacked in skill, Waleed flew unsteadily into the evening sky, looking nothing so much as a man falling upwards. Below him trailed the young Mamoun, wide-eyed and leaping over tables and chairs to keep his master in sight.
At Keesha’s command, Eakon briefly beat the air in Waleed’s path, but to no avail. The hawk tucked and rolled away just Waleed tore past, propelled by a violent wind. Reaching for his scimitar, Waleed veered off his intended path and discovered a principal of flight… body position matters. Raising his drawn sword, he lowered his other arm and turned back, and after a few overcompensating attempts continued forward, the sword clasped in both hands.
Noora spoke a few words in a language Maher and Keesha didn’t understand but that called to mind a mother’s lullaby. The old woman’s hand began to radiate with a warm yellow energy that defied the eyes to focus on it. As if coaxing a timid child from behind its mother’s leg, Noora drew the poison from Keesha’s wound. It wormed out reluctantly, as if a living creature, before falling in strands to the floor.
Above, Waleed pursued the feeling assassin amongst the inn’s heavenward reaching minarets. Mamoun stood slack jawed far below, now joined by Waleed’s three beautiful body guards. They stared up at their master, single-minded in his pursuit, and marveled that man who spent countless hours with his nose buried in his books was now flying, heedless of the danger of falling to his death.
Ya’qub turned at the sound of choking and saw Saqir fall, eye’s wide and panicked. Noora lifted her large frame and hitching up her robes rushed over to help.
The flames crowning the assassin’s head had been extinguished, but the smell of burning turban reached Waleed as he closed in on his target. With perfect control, the assassin spun and faced Waleed, sneering as he hovered, arms across his chest. Waleed raised his sword to strike, adjusting his other arm to compensate and swung violently, his characteristic confidence etched sharply on his face. Instead of flesh, his scimitar bit deep into nothing and Waleed spun away, out of control. As the ground and sky repeatedly swapped places before his eyes, Waleed glimpsed a hummingbird fluttering away. By the time Waleed regained control the bird was gone.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Jun 9, 2006 11:30:37 GMT -7
"Coward!" Waleed cried out at the fleeing form of the hummingbird. He thought about casting another spell to attack his assailant, but decided instead to return to his companions.
Occasionally glancing behind him as he flew back, wary of his foe's possible counter attack, Waleed was happy with his flying success, but would have to work on it more during less stressful times he told himself.
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Post by maher on Jun 9, 2006 23:00:02 GMT -7
Maher, heard some choking, while seeing Waleed amazing fly down. I wish I can fly he thought, but he quickly ignored the thought while seeing Saqir on the ground.
Maher looked around the scene. Who and what is this really about? he thought to himself.
He rushed over to help the others.
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Post by saqir on Jun 13, 2006 12:54:15 GMT -7
Saqir look after the fleeing assassin. "Fedayin!!! Get back here!!!" Eyes blazing in anger, he snaps off the arrow sticking through his hand and pulls the shaft through. Casting the arrow away, he pivots on his heel, drawing his jarid from behind him and sending it shuddering into a nearby door. "Stop hiding!!! You can't take me!!!" His other jambiya appears in his good hand, waving about angrily.
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