[IG] Thou Art But a Warrior

edited October 2007 in In-Game
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Long ago, a great civilization stood at the brink of destruction. But hope was not yet lost, for Faruq Ibn Ikram al-Katib still served Allah and his people. And so it was that Faruq found himself being dressed down by the head of the Great Library, while his fellow knight Hafiz stood in the corner smirking.

"Sir," Faruq interrupted, "I do not understand why it is that I am being accused of stealing books. I would never remove a book from the premises without permission."
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  • edited October 2007
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    Abu Omar al-Kabir drew himself up to his full height. "Do not waste my time with such lies." The scholar thundered. "The books were there just past midday when the librarians made their rounds after prayers and missing after sunset when they came through again. According to the guardians," Abu gazed over at Hafiz and then back to the accused Faraq, "you were the only one to enter that section that day. I should have you banished from the Library for this!"
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    "Please," begged Faruq, "I have told you all that I know. I know that my fellow guardians and I did not see anyone else but me enter that section during the time that the books vanished. But I am sworn to protect this library and its books, I would never steal them. Please, allow me to hunt for this thief so that I might clear my good name."
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    Abu Omar crossed his arms over his chest and stared at a Faraq for a long moment. "Very well. Your years of service have earned you that chance at least." He agreed. "But I cannot trust you as once I did. Hafiz shall hunt for the thief by your side so I might be sure what you find is the truth."
  • RusRus
    edited October 2007
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    But only if Faruq noticed a glint in Hafiz's eye, that betrayed the man's true intention. He turned to Hafiz "Do you think that I car about Abu's reputation? Knowledge is a power more potent than that sword you wear at your hip. I am searching for the true thief, because by stealing from this establishment they have diminished us all." He motioned for the dhimmi to return to his work.
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    It shall not come to pass.

    It doesn't seem to matter which value we use, so I'm just going to roll.

    #DiceRoller( 1d6 )
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    And so it was...
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    Long ago, a great civilization stood at the brink of destruction. But hope was not yet lost, for Ishaq still served Allah and his people. And so it was that Ishaq came to the house of Arieh the Rabbi, a sword at his hip. A young Jewish boy had been arrested, and was found to be carrying a rare poison from Damascus. The boy did not reveal the plot, but Ishaq knew that if something were afoot, Arieh would know of it. The delegation from Sevilla was in town, and in these dark times any mishap could be disastrous.

    And so Ishaq stood at Arieh's door in the Jewish quarter, screaming children running around his feet, and knocked on the door.
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    The door was opened by Arieh's student Baruch, a young boy in training to be a rabbi himself one day. He ducked to one side to let the Knight enter and pass into the rooms beyond. He heard the sound of a woman crying and Arieh's gravelly voice as he walked down the corridor. He entered the cluttered kitchen and found Arieh sitting by his hearth cradling his daughter Hava to him and murmuring to her as she cried on his shoulder.

    "Do not worry daughter. We will get him back. We have friends that can act." Arieh looked up at Ishaq's approach and smiled grimly. "And it would seem Yahweh has sent one of them in our time of need."
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    Ishaq knew what he meant. The boy was Hava's son, her only reminder of her dead husband, and more precious to her than gold. It hurt Ishaq's heart to see her in pain. But he knew that the culprit was the very man giving her comfort.

    "I came for you, Arieh. I'll free the boy, but you must come with me, and turn yourself in. You're the author of this misfortune, and it is just that you atone for your crimes. I will bring you to the Caliph, and you will confess the plot to murder the delegates. Only then will I bring the boy home."
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    But only if Arieh agrees because he has already bribed members of the Caliph's household to assure his safety. Once the boy is released, Arieh escapes and goes into hiding.
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    But only if Ishaq learns of this and is able to track him down.
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    And furthermore the trail of the escaped Arieh leads Ishaq to the home of his friend, Farid.

    I exhaust Fate for the Destruction of the Library aspect since this plot led to one of the assistants of the library.
  • And so it was...
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    After a long day's journey, Asad found himself awakened in the middle of the night as Carlitos slipped quietly from camp. Asad, full of curiosity, crept after his friend. Eventually, Carlitos stopped as a dark figure stepped from behind a large boulder. Asad strained to hear the whispered conversation.

    "He has come. I have led him here as you asked," Carlitos' whisper was tense. "I want to return to my family. I want no further part in whatever you plan."

    The shadowy figure answered, "You've grown soft in your time within Toledo. You were to spy on them, not become one of them."
  • RusRus
    edited November 2007
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    Posted By: rugrsiCarlitos took Asad to his family and they journeyed back to Toledo, where they found good work and lived a good life in the service of man and Allah, never again having to fear the barbarian's blade.
    You ask far too much...
    I'm exhausting the Theme of Office. I don't believe that a knight can escape their office that easily.
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    But only if an arrow hit Carlitos and punctured one of his lungs, so that he could not continue.
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    And so it was...
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    Rodrigo's letter was written in appalling script, the mark of someone not used to writing Arabic. But the meaning was clear:

    The envoy from Sevilla cannot be allowed to succeed.
    We have risked too much to buy the enmity of these two states.
    Should they ally once more
    The war is doomed
    and our people will never be free.
    The Jews have failed.
    My dear, you are our last hope.


    Salima tucked the parchment into her bodice, and gave the street boy a coin.
  • RusRus
    edited December 2007
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    She did not follow, "I am waiting for Nasir. I'm afraid that I can not join you today." She held her breath hoping that he would proceed to the Library without her and not insist on staying to talk with Nasir. "He should be here any moment now," she proclaimed.
  • RusRus
    edited December 2007
  • OOC: Al Saoor is the man's title not his name. It translates to Head Doctor. His name is Ibrahim.

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    It was at this fateful moment that Nasir came out of the bimaristan. It had been a long day in the surgery tending to the wounds of the Knights of Toledo. The fighting had been fierce on the borders and the wards were full. His thoughts were on the suffering of his fellow knights and the solace from it he knew he would find in the arms of Salima.

    "AL Saoor." He nodded to his elder in respect. "My dear." Nasir could not help but note the tension the air. "I was not aware that you two were acquainted."
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    Nasir saw Salima's eyes widen. At first he thought it was something he had said, but as soon as he heard the voice behind him, he knew otherwise.

    "Step aside, Nasir, we must speak with the lady."

    It was Abu Bakr, the chief of police. His quiet blue eyes regarded Nasir cooly, hinting at the power the man weilded. Nasir stood aside and watched helplessly as the giant of a man grasped Salima roughly by the arm, and dragged her away.
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