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Author Topic: From Ashes We Rise  (Read 338 times)

Description: attn: Min Alramad

Offline Mehdi al-Sabbah

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      Gardener

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From Ashes We Rise
« on: May 30, 19, 03:47:55 PM »
Mehdi stood and looked over the burned rooftops. Months after the fire, the ash had settled and some of the buildings had been rebuilt, but nothing other than rain could wash away the blackened film that was all that remained of his life’s work. No green dotted the Sabbah Quarter now, not one speck, as if even those who had potted plants knew to hide them from the watchful, hateful eyes of she who now pulled their strings.

He had not returned to the Sabbah Compound after the attack. What reason did a gardener have to go back to gardens that were ash and rubble? To trees that were burned and dead? To people who stood in the shadows of a monster and either could not or would not walk out?

No. Mehdi was no warrior and he was no leader, but, damn it, he was a gardener. He made things grow, and what needed to grow right now, like the most invasive and ferocious of weeds, was some damned common sense and honor. With that thought in mind, Mehdi turned from the window and walked into the map room of the Library.

Funny thing, libraries, full of books that were themselves full of squiggles. Lady Elenor had always said that they were important and had offered to teach him to read more times than Mehdi could count, but he had not wanted to add to her days when they were already so busy. Besides, there was so much Mehdi didn’t know that could be learned with his hands and his eyes and his other senses. Books seemed superfluous to that.

In the room were a number of people. All of them, as requested, had come to the library and asked for a specific book. One by one, they had walked up the stairs and into a small side room, where the Darkest Black Widows or the growing Min Alramad had bound them to an oath of secrecy. Nothing discussed in these meetings could be repeated, not verbally, psychically, or any other way. Only to others who bore these same spells could their secrets be revealed, and if that oath was violated, death would follow swiftly in its path. If the information began being pulled from their mind, their hearts would stop before a completed thought.

Dangerous, but a lack of caution had already cost the Sabbah everything.

Mehdi recognized many of those in this room. His aunt, Ziba, of course, as well as Adavera and Torin, Nayarreh, Danyal, and a spattering of others Mehdi knew by sight it not by name. With a cough, he drew their silence and asked, “is this everyone?”


Offline Zareen Rasim

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Re: From Ashes We Rise
« Reply #1 on: Jun 18, 19, 10:23:49 AM »
Zareen had always been impressed by the knowledge contained in a library, even if she wasn’t one to usually visit them. Her interest in libraries only went so far as finding books on the weaponry she so loved and those were usually dry histories about them. Still, she did like intelligent conversations so she had a small library of her own in her apartment – a few books on history and philosophy – treasured and hidden, like most things in Zareen’s life.

She had come as requested but remained apart from the others. She was NOT Sabbah, would never be. She was of Onn, with its narrow streets, its clamoring merchants, its festivals, its spicy foods. She would never be a desert-dweller like these clansmen were but that did not mean she was useless to them. She KNEW Onn. Its labyrinthine ways were carved upon the walls of her soul. She could trace its paths in the air stirred by her fingertips. This was her city, her world.

As Zareen passed into the secreted room, she felt the spells settle into her tongue and mind. She shivered. She hated that they had to resort to such secrecy but it was necessary. What was said here could damn them all.

And Zareen was only here because she wanted the damned Sabbah out of her city.

So, she crouched off to the side, watching everyone else. She was close enough to the door to escape quickly but not so close as to be the first attacked should an enemy come through it. Slung across her back was her crossbow and its bolts were only a Craft-call away.

The man in the center of the room coughed politely and the conversations, what little were being had, immediately silenced. “Is this everyone?” he asked.

Zareen, looking about the small room with its perhaps dozen attendees, could not bite back the harsh, barking laughter that escaped her lips. “And we’re going to save Onn with this,” she replied, half statement, half question, full of sarcasm, disbelief, and determination.

Offline Adavera ibna Sadagh

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Re: From Ashes We Rise
« Reply #2 on: Jul 17, 19, 10:54:53 PM »
"And why not?  I nearly drowned Onn in blood by myself."  The shadow whispered, of course, because Vera often chose to whisper rather than to scream these days.  A whisper could carry death. A whisper could be the sound that her enemies heard as they began to die, and she would go to her grave in the future with a smile on her lips as she recalled each enemy she felled.  Oh yes, she did not just say that little bit with arrogance - sure, there was a touch of arrogance but not too much - she said it with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what they spoke of.

Because she did.

That being said, she pulled the scarf from her hair.  Once luxurious black hair as thick as any curtain was now slightly curled and... blonde.  Why?  Because Vera liked to fuck with people's heads.  She didn't expect everyone in this room to know who she was on sight even if she hadn't changed her hair - but the Tiger Eye at her throat and the blade at her side likely might help jar some memories.

And if not, she was more than willing to take them out for a tour to show them 'how to do the killing properly'.  Quiet or loud, Adavera ibna Sadagh did not mind.  The fact that she had finally settled into her name, into not claiming the Jinan, did earn a moment of grief.  The Jinan, however, were no longer her concern.  She had done for her Clan what she could.  She had warned the herds... and it was Simin's place to guard them.

Even from their Former Voice.

Because if a Jinan gets in my way... I will kill them.

"The beginnings have arrived.  Now we must merely keep moving.  One foot in front of hte other, one piece of bread at a time, as it were."  Adavera pulled from her pouch a bit of parchment, holding it out not towards Zareen... but Mehdi.  Mehdi was someone Vera cared for - yes - but he was also a kind and soft male.  If he had not the stomach for this work, she wanted him to realize it now.  "This is a list of those that can be... taken care of.  Small voices in a crowd of filth that will go unnoticed if they are missed for some time.. but included enough I think to know something useful.  Like supply chains, meeting places... things we can burn and destroy.  That sort of thing."