Waleed Ibn Alurah

[Waleed Ibn Alurah]

Prince Waleed Ibn Alurah

Prince Waleed Ibn Alurah (Hannah), recognized royal son of the House of Hannah and of Hiyal, is well versed in the ways of courtly manner and etiquette, although he does not wish it were always so. He does not bandy about the title he has been given by the unusual circumstances of his birth, rather he simply refers to himself by his given name and only uses his title when in the appropriate company, if necessary.

Skilled in the ways of elemental air magic and devoted to the scholarly quest for knowledge, Waleed also dabbles in the field of medicine, having studied at the Glorious University of Hiyal. Due to his cloistered upbringing, Waleed attempts to surround himself with only those he trusts. To this end, he is never without his loyal manservant, Mamoun, who is all of 13 years of age, just 6 years younger than Waleed himself.

Recently he has inducted three lovely bodyguards into his fold, all in their late teens or early twenties-- Jaheira, Wudei'a and Najiba, spectacular beauties one and all.

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Current Location
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Renting a modest but elegant villa in Tajar under the name Wubai al-Rumad. Peacocks roam the courtyard bringing beauty to the eye and rid the grass of any hidden snakes.


Possessions
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Royal attire, ornate
( white silk turban w/ornate *Opal brooch, white silk shirt, ornate thread of gold embroidered blue silk jacket, black silk sash, white silk trousers, blue silk embroidered slippers; as pictured in Waleed and bodyguards three )

Travel attire, ornate
(white silk turban, white silk shirt, embroidered blue silk aba, black silk sash, white silk trousers, black riding boots )

Masterwork Bulad scimitar, ornate; 1300 dinars (pic below)
Jambiya, ornate
Light crossbow, ornate

Gold and ruby ring; 6500 dinars (pic below)
Jeweled bracelet, ornate, Pit of Ghuls origin; 2500 dinar
A small bag holding a pretty rose quartz gem.
Small alabaster figurine of the "Lost One" sitting in contemplation
A small scrap of paper with a word on it, "Taddifeihab"-- the name of the Zin that Lum extracted a favor from.


Mamoun's Possessions
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Man-servants clothing, ornate
(white silk turban, white silk shirt, thread of gold embroidered red silk vest, black silk sash, white silk trousers, red silk embroidered slippers)

Travel attire, ornate
(white silk turban, white silk shirt, embroidered red aba, black silk sash, white silk trousers, black riding boots )

Jambiya, ornate

Backpack:
Waleed's *Tome of Knowledge
Waleed's Journal
Waleed's Writing ink, 1 vial
Waleed's Writing pen
Small box containing (3) small oilskin flasks filled with Alchemists fire
Small box, velvet lined, containing a finely crafted magnifying glass
Mirror, small metal
Razor
Sewing neddles and thread
Salt Cellar, ornate
1lb Salt
10lbs Coffee
2lb Coarse Sugar
3 weeks Dry Rations
5lbs Nuts, assorted
Iron pot
4 metal cups
2 Waterskins, 1 gal ea.

Bodyguard's Possessions
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Harem attire, ornate
( white silk agal, white silk sheer keffiyah, thread of gold embroidered white silk bra-let, white silk sheer trousers, white silk slippers; see pic of Waleed and bodyguards three )

Each has a jeweled anklet valued at 500 dinar; gift from Waleed

Askara uniform, ornate
(black silk agal, black silk keffiyah, black silk embroidered aba, black silk sash, black silk trousers, black riding boots)

When in uniform each is armed with a scimitar, jambiya and light crossbow and each wear lamellar armor with elaborate designs upon it to denote their station.

(3) War camels with tack and harness


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*Opal was won during a storytelling contest hosted by Ya'qub the Magnificent

* Tome of Knowledge was a gift from Fahad. Magic item

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The Tale Begins...

Waleed skipped down the halls of his grandmother's palace, oblivious to the courtly intrigue, the deaths being planned nor the coffers being plundered by a stroke of the pen, all that Waleed was concerned about was his 13th birthday and the many gifts he would receive. Undoubtedly he would receive a sword from his uncle, one of many to come, that Waleed had some interest in but could not bring himself to take seriously in study. His true passion lay in books, any type of book, and he hoped his birthday would be filled with many gifts of books. As expected, jewelry and refined clothing would be adorned on him as befitting his station as one in the line of succession to the throne, but what a tangled web that was. Months earlier, his "mother", Princess Hannah bint Alurah, he had learned was not really his mother and was in fact his Aunt. His true mother was Alurah bint Alurah and he had let her know that he knew. Her initial reaction was one of fear, she did not know why the boy had told her, what did he want from her she asked herself as her cold cruel hand had moved toward her Jambiya during that first enlightening meeting.

"I understand why, mother, and I forgive you," was all that Waleed said and he had walked away with his life, little did he know. Now on his 13th birthday had come a time in his life that would mark it forever changed. Out of the shadows stepped his mother, his true mother, and behind her a small boy. "Waleed, come here, I have a gift for you." Waleed did as instructed, one was foolhardy to ever deny Alurah bint Alurah her requests. "I have a gift for you, him." She ushered the boy forward who bowed low. "He is yours now. He is skilled in some arts, but you may do whatever you want with him, he is your property now. Kill him or keep him, that is your decision. The choice of life or death are yours now, you are a man today."

Waleed was ecstatic, someone finally to play with! "What is your name?" "He has no name, Waleed, you must choose one for him." His mother answered. "I will call you, Mamoun, after the great desert bard who trapped the Djinni with his song of enchantment." Waleed smiled and was glad to see the other boy, now his property, smiled also. "Thank you mother!" Waleed hugged Alurah fiercely and wept, partly because of the gift, but moreso because it was the first time he had ever touched his true mother.

Years would pass and as they did the line between master and slave slowly blurred. There were still times when Mamoun needed to be reminded his place, but only in public. Behind the public face, Waleed had come to depend on Mamoun as a friend and confidant, there was no one else to trust, everyone had their own agenda and the years had cemented a bond of trust between the two. Waleed vowed not to become more like his relatives, greedy and conniving, willing to slit an innocents throat to save their own life. One day he would free himself of the court and it's vise-like grip, he had a plan, he just needed his mothers help.

1 Month Later

"I wish to leave the court, mother, and I need your help." Alurah bint Alurah was not so comfortable with Waleed's incessant use of the word "mother" but had grown to tolerate it in the privacy of their numbered conversations. "I have no means to support myself initially and would be grateful for a small stipend. With this money I plan on marrying and starting a home far from here." Alurah bint Alurah did not trust anyone or anything and always saw conspiracy where there were none, especially one that had all the telltale markings of blackmail. "I will consider your request, son. I will let you know soon."

3 Months Later

"Aacckkk! Alright, alright, cease your endless proddings! I was not trying to escape!" Came a voice under a pile of debris that Amir was prodding and searching about in. "In all the confusion, this samovar hit me on the head and well, here I am." Waleed arose brushing himself off and said "I suppose..." then cut himself off as he immediately noticed he was not talking to a Wolf nomad. "Oh, I uh..." Then bowing and quickly saying, "I am Waleed Ibn Alurah of Hiyal, many blessings upon you this day for freeing me!"

"Freeing you?" Amir says, helping Waleed to his feet. "You were a captive of these people then? Well, lay your fears to rest, for tonight you shall dine on roasted goat and tell us all you can of your journey with the Sons of the Wolf."

"Truly I have been blessed by Fate herself for being rescued by such a noble and honorable host, I give you many thanks, many thanks indeed!" Waleed bowed again, "Tonight yes, I will tell you of my journey here, such a woeful tale it is." Waleed looked about, looking for something, then blurted out in a harsh tone, "Mamoon, where are you servant! You had better not be dead, or I will kill you! Mamoun!"

"Please excuse me, I must find my man-servant and have him gather up my belongings." Bowing once again to the nameless desert rider who was his savior, Waleed carefully stalked off to find Mamoun, all the while brushing the dust and debris from his refined clothing.

Waleed's surety of his servant's presence here amongst the scattered debris of a fleeing nomadic tribe was almost humorous. But before anyone could point out the fruitlessness of Waleed's search, a voice called out apologetically. The owner of the voice soon appeared, running valiantly beneath the hot desert sun.

"Pardon..." was all he could manage at first. He stood before Waleed, hands on hips, panting hard. "I.. had... to... escape." Wiping sweat from his sunburned brow he continued. "Your humble servant... apologizes for not escaping sooner."

Sahra passed him a water skin, which he took greatfully. While he drank, she appraised him. He was a young man, perhaps only in his thirteenth year. His clothes were torn and dirty but of a quality higher than most desert dwellers. His skin was burned red as if he spent little time working beneath the sun.

"Do you realize how long I have been waiting? If it was not for our benefactor," Waleed motioned over to Amir, "I could have died out in this desert heat while you were galavanting along with the nomads." His stern rebuke given to insure the ties between master and servant, Waleed said less sternly and with some concern, "It looks like you were not harmed, were you? I suspect not, which is good, because I need you to gather together my belongings, post haste Mamoun." Waleed looked about, "Hmm, perhaps I can find a sword and crossbow here, I'll need some protection since you are as worthless as a swimming camel with it's legs tied Mamoun." Waleed continued to mutter on as he searched what was left by his previous hosts.

Later That Night

"It was many weeks ago I was in the arms of a very fair lady, or so I thought. I had met her at University there in Hiyal where I was studying. Dashan Bint Vakar was her name and fairest of ladies was she but I soon learned she had a heart of larceny. After a strenous night of 'comforting' in her arms, I did imbibe of a glass of wine she gave me and lo' I was brought down. I can still remember her smile as she knelt down over me and the last words I heard from her I can never forget." Waleed thought for a moment, then remembered, "Now I can travel to be with the one I love."

"I didn't understand it at first, but I think she sold me off to these damn nomads because hours later I was was bound and gagged like some common article of clothing being transported across the desert in the dead of night. Luckily for me, Mamoun was also taken, more than likely was captured as he waited outside our door." Looking to make sure Mamoun was nowhere near enough to hear, Waleed continued, "I would have gone insane if it had not been for Mamoun, at least he is somewhat cultured for a servant whereas the nomads knew little other than survival from day to day, but I guess that is the way of it out here in his unforgiving land." Waleed looked about and wispfully thought about his home back in Hiyal. "It will be good to return home, I'm sure my mother will reward you all very well for returning me." Waleed smiled and took a large bite out of the lamb before him, forgetting his table manners. "What surprises me is why my ransom has never been received. Surely my mother must have paid it, but it has been many weeks." There was some doubt in Waleed's voice, his mother was not the nicest of women, but surely she would have paid his ransom. "It is no worry now, I am in good company and she will repay you all for the return of her only son, I'm sure of it."

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Waleed and his bodyguards three

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A thief encounters Waleed's god

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Notable possessions

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Waleed is now the proud owner of The Drowned Sorrows Tavern.

Fashioned from a derelict yet sturdy ship, the tavern boasts a clientele who wishes to get away from the city proper and experience a more secluded and private atmosphere where a light meal, drinks and engrossing conversation can be had.

The three managers who work there are Fayiz, Yusuf and Anwar, all friends of Waleed and highly trusted to conduct his business in the best possible manner.

A pic of the ship can be found here: www.netvirtuosity.com/chaldera/images/drownedsorrowstavern.jpg