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Author Topic: the dead have their demands  (Read 269 times)

Description: attn: Prince Odji Khaldun

Offline Saif Nassor

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    • rose2bo
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      Imports and Exports

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      Merchant Council

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      Raej

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      Bowie

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the dead have their demands
« on: Jan 30, 18, 12:55:07 AM »
These grounds were familiar places, to him. The steps he took were fondly recalled. While he had taken such similar steps just days before to bother another member of his Triangle, he had finally carved a moment out of the Priestly Warlord Prince’s difficult schedule. These steps were different than the ones that seemed so alike it before; he had taken strange twists and turns through hallways rarely traveled, to beg their audience. But this audience, he knew well; the large hallways that led to the man’s private rooms were ones he had walked all too many times before. They were allies, they were something close to friends. He was a devil who served at the pleasure of the crown, and the crown was happy to have its devil on a leash. Or so it seemed; but he also knew it happily seemed to trade devils, without missing a beat.

Word had likely traveled quickly; Saif had materialized as if from nowhere. Whispers and rumors had grown days before his return that people had thought they had seen the Rattlesnake. But no one believed it until the vote came in to replace the Head of Imports and Exports. One after another, businesses laid down their choice: Saif Nassor. And just as the voices of others on the council rose, a hooded giant revealed himself. It was quite the spectacle, and the word spread quickly. It was doubtless it would have reached Odji, already a new legend, about this murdered snake just growing a new head when it was struck down, of this reborn terror.

The strangest thing is, upon his return, he apparently kept his nose clean and started to just worry about his work. And for those who really dug, he had begun to make noise and reach out to community leaders about reforms. Perhaps these people did not truly know who Saif was? But the agendas he had discussed, these were not clear. Those he spoke to did little in the way of sharing, gossip shockingly light. But the man himself approached now, and stood patiently before guards who checked before allowing the titan of a man within to see the ruler of Raej. The man with whom he shared so much - even jewels. Understandably, his guards were likely wary, uncertain of the danger this massive man might pose, who had to duck as he entered the room.

“Prince Khaldun,”
he greeted, his voice booming as ever, rich and potent as it rolled like a soft storm from the man who dwarfed most others who tried to stand beside him. He presented himself today in a long coat that clung to an opened vest, revealing a chainmail tunic below it, which itself was above soft leather pants that seemed to have likely taken the entire cow to cover the massive trunks that planted themselves in patient obedience. His arms were folded behind his back, and he began to bow, a knee dropping, as he paid due deference to the role that the Warlord Prince held here over Saif Nassor. But he had come for a reason; and it was doubtlessly not one that was as built upon deference as his command of protocol had him performing. It was difficult to tell from those simple words and his bowed head how fondly he might be greeting his master and former friend, but there was at least a tinge of mirth somewhere within him; because Saif was a very different man absent such joy.



Offline Odji Khaldun

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    • ss2bo
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      Territory Ruler

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      High Priest

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Re: the dead have their demands
« Reply #1 on: Feb 18, 18, 12:04:32 PM »
Odji knew that Saif Nassor had return to Raej, had been resurrected in some way. Years had passed since the Warlord Prince had been assumed dead. In some ways, it had made Odji’s life slightly easier. Now though, the giant man had returned, in great spectacle and with unknown objectives.

The timing could have been worse, but Odji did not relish being taken by surprise. Even his First Escort, Shani, had only heard some rumblings about a new contender for the Merchant Council. When Saif had been revealed, it had been a shock throughout the Merchant Council as well as the Territory Court. Saif, the former Head of the Slave Markets, a dead man, now the head of imports and exports.

And he’d obtained an appointment with Odji Khaldun, the High Priest, and Ruler of Raej.

It was not a small thing to accomplish, to meet with Odji. The power of the Merchant Council was formidable, as well as Saif’s personal power. He’d been informed with the Warlord Prince had made the appointment. Odji made certain to free up some time before Saif’s appointment, to meditate and center himself. To commune with Mother Night.

Even though he found his center, the moment that the guards showed in Saif to Odji’s private and majestic office, he felt it. Warlord Prince to Warlord Prince, Odji had to resist the urge to throw back his shoulders, to flex the muscles of his upper body, and threaten the violence inherent to their castes. His Queen was not in residence, but Odji had decades of experience and control. Before Saif had vanished, the pair of them had not been friends. Odji could not say he was friends with the current head of the Slave Markets either, but Darius was the devil he knew.

This Saif, this was the devil he did not know. After years away, Odji knew definitively that Saif would not be the man he’d once been. He wanted to think he could still be friends with the towering giant, but unknown years had destroyed whatever they’d once had.

The man who stood in his private office was a stranger. When Saif bowed deeply, his head lowered and his knee dipped, Odji felt a measure relax within him. There was no need to fight head to head, as if bulls and not Blood, even though Saif match him in Jewels and nearly in Caste.

The same guards who shown in Saif took up position behind the Warlord Prince. There were four of them, a testament to the danger a Blood Opal Warlord Prince posed to the ruler of Raej. Odji, seated at his desk, was slow to rise. He used is Summer Sky to take in the scent of Saif, to size up the giant of a man. Odji had not been close to Saif, but the scent he thought was the same that had belonged to the man many years ago.

When Odji stood, he unfurled from the desk. Saif made him look small but Odji was not a small man. His robe was dark gray, his collar embroidered with the symbols of his position as High Priest. He was immaculate and his dark brown eyes were focused on Saif. He inclined his head, far less than Saif’s deep bow, but acknowledgement of the Warlord Prince and his power.

“Prince Nassor. I find it strange to welcome a dead man back to my Court.” Odji spoke with serious intent, and his comment was not made as a joke. He stood behind his desk, hands clasped in front of him, and awaited Saif’s explanation, of either his death or of his reason for the visit. Where there was a tinge of mirth in Saif, Odji was coolly collected. It was easy to see that the Warlord Prince of Raej did not trust the new Head of Imports and Exports. At least, not yet.








Offline Saif Nassor

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    • rose2bo
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      Bowie

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Re: the dead have their demands
« Reply #2 on: Mar 11, 18, 11:43:28 PM »
It truly took Prince Nassor all the power in his heart not to strut within Odji’s private office. In his heart of hearts, he wished to shatter its walls, and bring down the ceiling upon the heads of these complicit cowards who lived in half-measures, dancing so carefully upon their protocol and living fat off the wealth surrendered to them by those who fought and bled for their prestige. His resentment for this throne had only grown in his time away; and so, too, did it grow towards a man he once considered a friend, even if one only of convenience. For the Court had done nothing to punish Darius for his play to claim the Slave Markets, and kill its former holder of its office.

It was not a coup that would work for any of the other positions, truly. The slave markets’ masters were a corrupt lot, easily swayed and disloyal to the last. They traded in flesh and sin and saw to the suffering of countless; they were not people in whom honor was an important consideration. He took their votes, just as he thought he took out Saif. And the Court merely blessed the appointment.

He counseled his own resentment, however: after-all, so far, Khaldun had not condemned his joining of the Merchant Council either. The Court had not officially said a word of congratulation, either, to be fair, which was a touch overdue. This, he decided, would be his first tack, to sense where they stood.

Raising from his knee at being addressed so formally, and then bemusedly, he stood and towered over his once ally who shared with him a bold vision for Raej that he died before seeing through. Prince Khaldun would, indeed, discover him all too much the same man as he once was… but he now stood diametrically opposed to the ideals they once shared.

“It is blessing, however, for this dead man to be admitted to your Court,” he confessed, a bright smile upon his lips, looking more like how a predator bears their teeth before attack than it did a gesture of simple mirth. He seemed unbothered by the guards. They, like his own guards left far further back in the Palace, held jewels, but they would fall like cut wheat before either Warlord Prince in this audience room now. The only men who would decide such a battle would be Odji and Saif, and Saif hoped it would not go this way… but he liked to imagine it, when guards reminded him of how frightening the massive former crime lord was. Their presence was a mark of a kind of confidence, and he liked it.

”Perhaps I missed the formal acknowledgment of my position. I have done well in it for you, and paid my tithes twice already to the Court. Was it a confusion over whether I was, in fact, somehow still dead?” he asked, curiously, but smied and dismissed it.

”No, I must have missed it. But it is no matter; I do not come as The Head of Imports and Exports. I come to you as Saif Nassor, concerned citizen wishing to call upon the High Priest to help me save Raej’s very soul.”

He did not say how he died, or how he came back. No, that would wait. He wished to see this farce come to its natural conclusion quickly. He would ask Odji for his help, and he would be refused. Then, they could discuss the rest, and he could prepare himself for what came next.



 

 

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