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Author Topic: The Oath Of Falcons  (Read 132 times)

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Offline Zareen Rasim

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    • yellow2rose
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      Alkashfia

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      halyonix

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The Oath Of Falcons
« on: Apr 03, 19, 02:51:30 PM »
The man ran pell-mell down the streets of Onn, not caring who saw him. Not bothering to hide his panic or dull his cries for others to move. He ran into a few people, knocked over a few jugs. Didn’t bother to excuse himself either. Down one street, turn, leap, continue on.

From her perch over the quarter, Zareen watched him. He obviously had important news to deliver to someone.  By the looks of it, he was heading to where the Head Aubdina was still staying. Most of the Priestesses had returned to their duties and their residencies – Dar el-Salaam as it was called – but the proud bitch Azar al-Latifh stayed, commanding what Priestesses remained to pull more and more water from the air to satisfy the needs of the battered city. Tucking her knees against her chest, Zareen propped her head upon her folded arms and watched the man run.

“Aubdina! Aubdina!” he cried, easily heard from her vantage point. She waited until the guards at the door shushed him angrily and then activated her little spell. Embedded into the mantle of the door, in the joints of the wood, was a small listening crystal. One flick of Craft and it began recording conversations around it. It had a small distance of ability but it sufficed in letting Zareen know who was visiting some key people in Onn.

Key people that she wished would just leave Onn.

The guards and the man had a quick, hushed conversation before it fell to arguing. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the man was being denied entrance for some reason. “But you don’t understand, the Sayyadina! She’s—“ he cried.

The guard landed a meaty slap of fist on face, silencing him. The man said something more, then spat at the guards’ feet. “Go tell your precious Aubdina that!” he snapped and then he stalked away.

Wonder what that was all about, Zareen thought as she watched the guards retreat into their post and the man disappear into the night.

Once the door had been quiet for half an hour, Zareen, Shielded from sight and sound, descended from her perch and retrieved the little crystal from its nest above the door. She vanished it and wandered far enough away from the Aubdina’s street before dropping her Craft. With her hands in her pockets, she ambled back towards one of her safe havens, an apartment ten streets down.

Alone, Zareen pulled out the crystal and set it into the little holder that would activate its replay. As she stripped off her headscarf, she listened to the conversation, which consisted initially of the man demanding to see the Aubdina because he had dire news, then being denied entrance because the Aubdina was “busy”, and then, the conversation took a twisted path.

“But you don’t understand, the Sayyadina! She’s—“

When the rest of that part of the crystal played out, Zareen froze. It couldn’t be. That had to be a lie! How…how could that have happened?

“Fuck,” Zareen cursed as she threw her headscarf to the side, planted her hands on the table, and focused on one particular mind. **Pavad!** she all but shouted on a Rose thread to the Summer Sky Warlord. **I need to speak with Ziba immediately!**

Offline Ziba al-Hague

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Re: The Oath Of Falcons
« Reply #1 on: Apr 03, 19, 03:11:39 PM »
Hearing from Pavad that Alkashfia needed her, immediately, was intriguing.  Ziba looked up from her scrolls on old Tradition, vanishing them away before wrapping her scarf about her head.  "Very well."  She had not been expecting a loud call from the Scout, but that did not mean that it was necessarily an 'emergency' yet.

Ziba did not wait for Pavad before stepping outside of their little hovel.  Pavad would join her out in the world where they could vanish into the crowds with spells masking their faces and presence from any who might be watching for the Priestess who had struck back at the True Sabbah often enough in that deadly night.

She'd noticed enough of them in the days after - she'd noticed how they sought the Aubdina from the Hague that had dared to use water against Pruulians.  What had they thought an Aubdina would fight with, sand?  The thought had her lips twitching in amusement as she stepped along the street stones.

Pavad's hand guided her as if she truly were the old woman she appeared to be at first glance.  Pavad led her along the paths towards Alkashfia's little haven, and Ziba did not bother raising her eyes.  The meek old woman being guided by her kindly grandson would not be watching for onlookers - nor be nervous about violence.

Old women didn't care if someone wanted them dead. 

That Ziba was neither old nor was Pavad so young didn't matter.  Small illusions and affectations of behavior were all that was necessary to blend into the crowd of Onn.  The best of spies would have had a hard time spotting Ziba and Pavad in their journey - especially as it was Ziba's Jewel fueling the illusionary tricks.

Pavad set a gentle knock to the Haven's neighbor, then stepped within.  Ziba and Pavad turned, walking through the walls into Zareen's apartment after.  Ziba was used to the comings and goings of others thanks to her time in the Caravans, but city folk had more of a sense of privacy.
 That was still true, she knew, because Zareen moved in 'that' way when Ziba entered the apartment through the wall.  The look of the scout straightening up at spotting her 'visitors' had Ziba's lips curving in a smile, even as she reached up to pull her scarf further down from her hairline. 

"Alkashfia."  Ziba moved further towards her Scout, extending her hands in a seeking of Comraderie.  "Pavad says you have something important to speak with me about.  Have you had water this day?  I have rations with me."

Offline Zareen Rasim

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Re: The Oath Of Falcons
« Reply #2 on: Apr 17, 19, 10:55:49 AM »
Zareen had taken to pacing, turning one of her knives over and over in her hands, as she waited for Ziba to arrive. Initially, she had thought that Pavad would just pass a message along but after a long minute of silence and then a message that they were on their way, Zareen found herself unable to sit still. It wasn’t that far between her apartment and Ziba’s place but certain…precautions…had to be taken. Like disguises. And taking alternate paths.

It all added up to time and Zareen knew it but it didn’t stop her from pacing restlessly. She found herself counting up to five, six, seven, eight minutes, and on, until she growled at herself and ceased.

When Ziba stepped through the walls of the apartment, Zareen had a momentary reflex of tensing up, readying to throw the knife in her hands at an intruder. “About time,” she muttered impatiently as she relaxed. “Did you take the long way?” she asked, but she didn’t really care about the answer.

Why Ziba always insisted upon the pretense of ritual greeting was not something Zareen shared in personal preference but she didn’t eschew it in favor of being rude. She reached forward to squeeze the Aubdina’s hands. “I’ll…take some water if you’re offering,” she admitted. She hadn’t had a chance – no, she hadn’t made the time – to refill her own supplies. Zareen was not in the mood to be careful and make a long trek across the city towards a well that she trusted today.

Though impatient, Zareen at least held off on stating her news until Ziba and Pavad had sat and a sip of water had been shared. “I intercepted a message this morning. Well, a message and a messenger,” she elaborated.

She pushed forward the little crystal that had captured the conversation. Before replaying its contents, she explained, “There was a man, not sure about his name, trying to gain access into the Head Aubdina’s apartments today. Demanding access, really, because he had important news to tell her.” With a little tap of her finger, the crystal began recalling the conversation it had witnessed.

When it was done, Zareen said softly, “I…can’t corroborate it but…if it’s true…” No doubt, if it was true, then the city would know soon enough.

 

 

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