Post by Ashti Sandburst on Aug 28, 2012 18:17:31 GMT
What's a "Reis" and what's a "Sheikh" ?
In our world this is two Muslim titles. But in Deerham, the "Reis" ("Raees" in Deerhai) is a title for the elected sovereign of the city-state. It comes from the Arabic title "raʾīs" which means "president" ("Supreme Leader" in Deerhaim). The Reis is then a kind of president with monarchal powers… or a king with presidential powers. As sovereigns, they use the royal We. At least during their work time.
The Sheikh ("Patriarch" in Deerhaim) is the cheif of the village of Sams'ayyil. This is generally the former Reis which now is the ruler of every Semite's tribes. Both are the most powerful entities of the nation.
Most of the dialogs are in Deerhai, but for the exportation they have been translated in equestrian.
The dialogs in "()" are in equestrian or English translation of the others languages as French or Allemahic.
This is a rp solo, it mean that it's private and I am the only poster. ^^
This is also an action-type topic.
The colours for the characters are these ones :
• = Ashti
• = Saiyad
• = Arabesque
• = Salim
• = Sheikh Sadalbari
• = Atazir
• = Reis Alderamin / Gehen
• = Rughba
• = Silim
• = Mulej
• = Shazadeh
This roleplay is the last part of the Arabesque's Arc arc the sequel of these two topic :
Holding Out for a Hero
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and
Airship Maintenance
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Thee which readest it… Do thou knowest what Djinns are ? No ?... then let me explain it to thee.
First thou must knowest there is many cultures. With their creatures and others supernatural things. In Equestria this is the Draconequus, the Alicorns… bah in the southern continent they have Djinns.
The Djinns are supernatural entities made of magic, ethereal and immortal, created by… we don't know, if fact. This goes back many many many many many many many many many many many many many many…ZZzzzZZzzZzzzz Ah huh ! "Several" thousands of years ago, and nopony care… anyway, their mission was to guide the Sandlanders, those which worshiped them. There were six Djinns, each represented… what they represented: Raghba/Rughba (the love), Ma'refat (the knowledge), Arvest (the arts), Sro'sht (the nature), Sihrbaze (the magic), Silim (the medicine)… and Gehen. Gehen was a special Djinn, bearing all the bad thought. Thou knowest, for the equilibrium. But the Djinns were too powerful for the physical word, then in the attempt to limited their powers, every of these Djinns live in another astral plane and created some amulets. One per Djinns. These amulets were given to their champions, and allowed them to have wishes granted. But only related to the Djinn's fields of action. By example Ragbah was able to realize wishes about loveness, Silim was able to cure any sickness or to give knowledges about medicine, and Sro'st could grants the ability to use weather powers to his chosen one.
But these amulets had also another function... at any time, the bearer of the amulet can be possessed by the titular Djinn and this one was, thus, able to act in the physical world.
Although owning nigh godlike powers, and thus frightening the mortals, the Djinns stayed rather wise and reasonable with theirs champions as the mortals… at the exception of Gehen which had great fun of his powers… maybe too much. One day his power was sealed on a book by his last champion pissed off of his boss.
After this event, Sandlanderkind changed their mind and started to act by themselves, without using any cosmic powers… and thus they abandoned the Djinns which returned into their realm. Centuries passed, and they became legend, and myth, almost forgotten by the time.
But the problem with Immortal entities is that they could reappear any time. And not always by their own wills…
In the region of Semite, among the hot and ancestral sands, a nation exists: the City-State of Deerham. A dominion ruled by the Reis since four centuries and under the blessing of the stars.
This city, founded by tribal warmongers ages ago, was now a quiet place dedicated to the peace and diplomacy. But even small nations have their own culture and legends… And this city was about to lives one of these tales. A tale about a possessed king, an ancient spirit… and three heroic Sandlanders, two foes united which will, together, brave the danger with their lives for saving the king and their home. And this tale… begins now…
Deerham, 2001 p.c.
The dusk was nearly to come in the sandstone city of Deerham. The folks started their works before that the sunlight fades away behind the golden dunes. Today the city was quiet, as the others days since many centuries. But if the daytime was finish for most of the citizens, this was not the case for everypony... pr everydeer and notably to the deers which walked in the dusty street. Both were recovered by a cape which protected them from the many problems that they crossed in their journey. One was an old hart, a scholar from the Deerean Tower of the Arcane. A retired adventurer, but also a skilled spellcaster. The other was a stag, a relic-hunter from the Sheikhdom of Shams'áyyil. Both had passed their day into ruins in a neighbor nation, and even if a little exhausted, the excitation was on their face. After nearly two weeks of exploration, they finally found a treasure, an artifact from an old legend. This was a mission from their sovereign who wanted to expose it in the museum… but of course he was not aware that sometime there is some things that must stay buried.
The two deers went up the stairs which separated them from the residence of the Reis. Al-Mahal de Kharshid Sílmiy, the "Sun of Peace Palace" the place where the Reis live and give audience. And after some minutes in the stairs, the palace's forecourt was finally visible.
The young stag and the old hart caught their breath, looking at each other with amusement.
Maybe thou… thou… need more exercise…
… Me? You're able to avoid traps, to defeat monsters with magic and read in the same time without any problems… and you cannot overcome some stairs? Oh, come on, Master.
Oooh… Keep it down, kiddo. Even if my heart can't follow, my magic can still kicks thee to Cervidas… and I am old, what's thy excuse ?
… I… huh… this is your cooking. Too heavy.
Says the poor starving disciple which always take another helping… twice. Ah !… This bad faith… in this case, for thee no more Aloo gobi at Marigold-curry and my bhurta at saffron. And oh, I forgot the baklava…
All right, all right. Geez! You're harsh…
The two deers laughed and continued their walk. Crossing the foreyard, they entered into the palace and walked, along with two guards, towards a big door that one of the guards opened since the other announced the adventurer's arrival to the Reis.
The two deers entered into the opened room, this was a large room with Horseshoe arches on columns, decorated with gold leaves and arabesques and sandlandic patterns, on the floor a red carpet finely woven which connected the entrance to the platform, some large stairs upon which laid the throne. The deers did some steps and bowed down to their Reis.
On the throne of wood and gold, Alderamin Ist, Reis of Deerham, was sat. Near of him nine other deers was also sat. Impassible and silent. In heavy armors made of gold and gems : They were the nine members of the Javidan, the elite soldiers of Deerham and royal bodyguards of the Reis. Some throw pillows were putted and in his side a little table with a semitic teapot/pitcher and cups.
Our Serene Majesty, I, Atazir, and my disciple, Saiyad, have successfully finished our task.
The crowned deer glanced to the newcomers, amused. All the day he has received audience from the folks and meeting with the viziers, his ministers. And even if Alderamin had no problems with protocols, formalities and royal behavior, unlike Celestia, his working time was over. Then he putted his crown on the table, token that he was no more a king but a normal citizen… until his next working day. "Reis" is more like a job than an actual royal title. With his hoof he made sign to the two deers to rise themselves. And showed them the table with the tea.
I am, my friend, glad to see you again. Come, come. Please, take place.
Walking towards the Reis, they sat themselves on the silk pillows. Alderamin was a slander and well-read deer in the 40's, a sovereign crowned four years ago, and as most of his predecessors: Right, benevolent and dignified. Fascinate by tales and legends since his calfhood, the Reis was an amateur of antics and thus sent the two adventurers bring back an artifact. In fact, before his coronation, he was a par time student archeologist. But now, things were different. Then he started to speak with his quiet and friendly voice… which hid his excitation.
Can I propose you some tea ?
Why not, thank you Our Majesty.
With pleasure.
Alderamin then hit his two forehooves, a couple of time and suddenly a domestic came with a plate with some teacups and appetizers. The domestic putted it in the table between the deers, bowed the head and left the room. Nearly one hour passed, one hours of discussion about their journey and adventures…
^^… I really envy you. To explore ruins full of traps, the adventure… I would like to have followed you. But I have duties, and it remembers me… Saiyad, thy brother is returned at Shams'áyyil; it seemed important.
… Hatem ? Thank… thank you Majesty, I hope this is nothing grave.
We hope so… anyway, night falls… you must be exhausted. May can I see the artifact ?
Oh… we forgot. Of course, Majesty. Here.
The hart took a little box in his saddle-bag and gave it to the Reis. This one opened it, revealing an ancient, but still nice, amulet. Alderamin didn't very believe it, believe that this artifact was still intact and real… this item was one of the amulet created by the Djinns for their champions, for that the chosen ones can have their wishes realized. This is the only thing know about the amulet and this legend. Gently the deer… not him, no, no this one too, yeah that it ! This one, yes. The Reis took the amulet and tried to put it on his neck… but stopped himself. If the Djinns were nice, the sensation that he felt from this amulet was… disturbing. He doesn't know why, but as all the spellcasters he was able to feel, slightly, the magical energies. Frowning, he putted the amulet on the box, and smiled to the two adventurers. Something was unclear, and even if he have the power to disturb and wake up the Arcanist, the most powerful magic-scholar, Alderamin preferred to wait tomorrow for make exanimate the amulet before put in on the museum. If the artifact was dangerous, there is no reason to keep it and cause harm to his subjects.
It is late… I do not want to bother you any longer, my friend. Thank you again for your devotion. I know this was selfish… (i.e : Get lost!)
Majesty, thank you for the tea, and I am happy it pleases you. Saiyad...
The Stag acquiesced and the two deers bowed respectful the head while their sovereign did it too. Next, they left the king, and walked out of the palace. The dusk vanished at the horizons and the starts started to shine. A little wind blew the dust on the ground, and the two deers which glanced at each other, perplex.
Master… did the react of the Reis was normal ? I mean…
…I noticed too… maybe the king is more tired than us. Or… well, we'll see tomorrow. Good night, kiddo.
Surely… you too, Master.
The stag glanced a last time to the palace, and turned back.
Meanwhile, in the Palace, Alderamin walked with his nine bodyguards towards the dinner room. This was an airy room, well-lighted up, classy and warm in which a large round table laid out. The Reis invited his Javidan to take place in the table filled with meal. This was not a custom, but many Reis dinned or supped with the elite soldiers. In fact, the Javidan are the bodyguards of the Reis, and then Alderamin thought this could be a chance to get acquainted with them, while they can do their duty and also keep company to the lonely Reis.
The meal finish, Alderamin left go his Javidan to their quarters, since the Reis went towards his. He had asked that the amulet be bringing in his bedroom. Then when he opened the door, the box was on a table. A last time he looked it before organizing his next working time and to manage the nation. The hours passed, and finally he decided to go in bed.
The sleep came quickly, but in the middle of the night, the amulet started to gleam of an eerie sinister light, breaking the sweet dream of the Reis which turned into a vision. The vision of a dark room on when Alderamin stood. Even if he went there only once, he recognized the place: This was the antechamber leading to the Ancestral Room, a place where some national secrets and dangerous items laid, among the tombs of the former kings which protected these secrets... and above all a book, a mysterious and old sealed tome called Angromainyus. One of the three "treasures" with the Fulmination's formula and the Scroll of the Arcana.
This room, as its contents, was forbidden and inviolable… but then he saw a deer, or the silhouette of a deer entered into room and when he was ready to take the Angromainyus, all disappeared in a flash of light. In the bedroom of the Reis the amulet stopped to gleam and the sovereign woke up with a start. He don't sweated but was quite troubled… somepony… somedeer, will try to take the book ?
…This… is impossible… but…
Alderamin didn't know what to do. This could only be a dream… and even if it will happen, he didn't know "when". Maybe the Arcanist have the answers. Anyway, he tried to sleep again and succeeded. Tomorrow he will look to all this… things. It could not be so grave.
Next day. 12 hours later.
Our Majesty, what are you d- ugh!
Knee down…
The deer guard didn't have the time to finish his sentence that he was thrown by a magical pulse. His head and back hitting the wall behind him, and fell on the ground in a moan of pain. At the total indifference of the Reis. Yeah, Alderamin walked slowly, the eyes vitreous and a sinister smile to the face, towards the Ancestral Room : all the previous domains of minutes he had beaten his own soldiers, the Kardaces, the equivalent of the Pegasus royal guards of Celestia. They were quite trained for battle, but most of them didn't wanted to strike their "Father", and were defeated by an Alderamin fell into madness… or something else.
The amulet on his neck, Alderamin came towards the Ancestral Room's door and opened it with his scepter, like a magic wand. Each step he did excited him: The book was at his sight, he was close to it. With a hoof he took the Angromainyus which engaged a magic seal for protect it, a mechanism which pushed back the deer. This one was surprised.
Ohohoh… Clever mortals…
Focusing himself, he grabbed the book by telekinesis and tried to remove it on its altar. This was difficult because the elk (?) didn't have all of his powers… the other parts was on the Angromainyus. Little by little the seal cracked and vanished at the amusement of the Reis. Walking to the room and glancing with prudence, he took the book and left the Ancestral Room.
Finally… we will show them how a true "king" reign… hm ?
O…our… Ma… jesty… please…
The previous guard that he had hit grabbed his hindhoof. He know that this was not a behavior to have towards his king, but something was wrong with Alderamin… he tried to hold him back. The Reis looked to him with pity… this was pathetic. This positive respect toward him, disgusted the deer.
How dare thou to touch our royal person ?!
Opening wide the eyes, the guard saw the Reis' hoof hit him in the rub before smash his head on the ground by telekinesis… then the guard's body levitated and was threw against a column. This action knocked him gravely.
Meaningless scum…
Sniggering at the view of the guards laying on the ground, Alderamin didn't saw the deers in his front. And not any deers… the whole Javidan, or almost - A member was missing-. One of these deers bowed down respectfully.
Our Serene Majesty… Please, I ask you to stop this madness. Before it will-
Bwahahahah ! So much devotion… thou must fear for thy paid, huh?
With a move of the hoof, the Reis make appeared coins that he threw in the front of the deer. But this one stayed stoic to this provocation. Money was not the question. As the other Javidan he had sworn to serve the Reis, to protect him, to give his life for him… what he done was not for himself, but for the city.
This was difficult for him to be mocked by Alderamin, and he can't understand how this one at changed so suddenly. Nevertheless, and understanding that their king will continue he started to rise himself when he was ejected against a wall. His golden heavy armor happily protected him.
The others Javidan were surprised by the magic used… this was not something that they knew, not the kind of magic that they used… but each took their weapon and rushed towards Alderamin, using no lethal magic. They wanted to awaken the Reis, not to kill him. Even if the Javidan were skilled in martial and magic arts, and despite their good tactic and battle formation and coordination, the fight just last two minutes… by magic Alderamin had putted them into a long sleep… full of nightmare and torments.
Enjoy the rest…
Smiling, the Reis took the stair and passed through many rooms before arriving in the throne room.
Ho… ? Reception committee, We assume ?
Several deers in armors and another waited Alderamin. They were just Kardaces, but one of them was the Minister of Justice, Hatem al-Qadiy, frowning.
Where are the Javidan ?
… So, we suppose this is thee which led them to us ? We'll send thee join them…
Hatem had a cringe to these words… did the Reis defeated the Javidan, the whole team ? This was impossible… not for a single deer… but the fact that Alderamin stand at their front, menacing.
The Soldiers which protected Hatem started to fear… if the Javidan has failed, the Kardaces had no chance to win. The Reis was alone, they were five… three. Alderamin didn't wait and used of his power, defeating two soldiers by telekinesis and magic.
T-Telekinesis ? Impossible, we can't do that ! You can't !
…? Skeptical huh?
The sovereign beat the three other Kardaces without difficulty : One was threw, headfirst, against a wall. The others were severally smashed against the ground and each other before be knocked out. Even if "mad", Alderamin don't tried to kill them, just to hurt them… this was more amusing.
You… are not the Reis, right ?
Hoho…? ^^ I have a crown...
By telekinesis the Minister of Justice was threw against the door, the entrance, several time. His body was painful and slowly he felt his mind being filled with bad thoughts. This was difficult for him to resist, but Hatem was one of these peoples owner of a great willpower… maybe a little too "big" for the Reis which, not able to corrupt him for now, chose to send his mind into the realm of torments. Then, like the Javidan, he dived the Minister into a nightmarish rest.
Now. Try to escape from this, blasphemer…
Grapping the antlers of Hatem, Alderamin walked quietly towards the exit, the asleep body of Hatem dragged on the ground along the walk.
This was a banal day in the City-State: the sun was high and bright. There weather was hot, a little more than usual; the sirocco blew bringing a warm and dusty wind on the city. Alderamin closed the eyes, feeling the wind on his pelt. This was the first time since a long time that he didn't felt the wind… in fact he never appreciated it before, but now he understood why mortals like it, and for him this was sign of his freedom.
At least…
Throwing away Hatem as a junk, the deer walked to have a better point of view of the world, his scepter and book levitating at his side. He smiled.
The city was quiet, all the folks did their task, without have idea of how will be the end of the day… and the deer will correct it. Whiff, he took the Angromainyus and opened it in breaking the lock. And then the sun, bright and became a ball of shining darkness, darkened the sky and dived the region into darkness. This has been quick, and most of the citizen stopped their activities and looked to the sky, intrigued and some minutes passed without realizing what just happened. This was the first time for them, and the few soldiers in the city tried to reassure the population… this was not normal, obviously, but was not able to know that was due to supernatural powers.
Somewhere, in the city, a cloaked deer walked discreetly, avoiding drawing attention on himself. His outfit was a travelling one. The deer knew that something was wrong and was ready to leave the city for a useful purpose. Rushing among the streets the deer suddenly stopped himself, looked to the sky and frowned: Something started to recover the city… and he ran towards the exit. His large knowledge allowed him to recognize it as a force field; apparently somedeer wanted to imprison the city and isolate from the rest of the world.
The deer ran as he never ran before, the shield was quicker than him, but he had the advantage to being closer to the city's doors and succeeded with a burst of adrenaline to quit the Deerham. The force field closing the city two minutes after him.
Now the mysterious deer was out of the city, in the desert. He furiously caught his breath… he was too old for this kind of activity. Finally he looked another time the city, and ran.
All the citizens glanced to the sky and the force field, scarred. Nobody knew what this was and why it happened to them. Only the Sages, the keepers of the magic, the Arcanist and other scholars have an idea. At this occasion they decided to have a meeting… but their plan was stopped. Outside, in the street, something fell from the top of the force field. It seemed to be rain drop… but when it came closer…
One of the citizens, an antelope reached out the fore hoof to collect some.
What is this…? Confetti ?... no…
Is…. that… what I think?
Another citizen, a camel looked intrigued.
By Adir, this is like… snow ?!
"Snow" ? Here ? Impossible…
At my time, snow was white, not black… and there didn't fell on a desert in a southern region… what a world…
They looked closer. All over the city a kind of snow, black and not cold, fell on the inhabitants.
Interesting… this isn't natural stuff. I mean, I think this is magical particle… or something like this. I always read something like th-
Suddenly the guy fell on the ground, asleep. Other citizens have fell, and some started to. At this view, wave of panic took the city, and all the citizens rushed to their homes or shelter… when they succeeded to, before falling into dream. In some minute most the house had the window closed and the blinds lowered. All over the city peoples laid on the ground, unlucky citizens which didn't have the time to go home. The dark snow… or dust, or whatever breaks up, leaving a lifeless city.
At the door of the Palace, Alderamin glazed his work and closed the book, satisfied. Now that most of the inhabitants and soldiers was neutralized, he will have enough tranquillity for continue his plan. Smiling he left the foreyard and walked into the palace, closing the door behind him.
Later at the Sheikdom of Shams'áyyil, an old deer looked to the window: What's happened in Deerham ? He didn't know and was quite worried about it. His brother maybe knows, but Deerham was incommunicado by magic way and this since many hours of try.
The 70 years old deer removed his jewelled coronetted-mashadah and rub a forehoof on his greyish mane. Sighting he crossed the room when he was and walked on a kind of throne, which in its front a semi-spherical table was. Twelve deers/gazelles/antelopes was sat around the table : the nine clan's representative/heads and some others dignitaries. One of them started to speak.
Your Wise Highness, maybe should we ask assistance from our allies ? I am sure that Cervidas or Camelu…
Sadalbari, Head of Shams'áyyil. The old Sheikh stayed on his throne, the forelegs crossed. Asking help to Cervidas or Camelu ? This was… a solution. But neither Camelu nor Cervidas could help them. His saw the phenomenon on Deerham, he knew this was something involving magic, or at least he hopped so, but he knew too that their allies were not able to fix the situation…
Before doing anything… we need to establish what this is and what is happened.
I maybe hold the answers, Your Wise Highness.
Sadalbari started to thought, when somepony entered in the room, a cloaked deer. He was a little tired but still vigorous despite his age. This hart removed his hood and bowed down.
I am Atazir Sîpel min Stêrtishk. May the sun keeps you, O Sheikh.
Greetings. So, you said "Stêrtishk "… from Akma'ar tribe ? Interesting, please speak.
The old hart acquiesced and explained everything. More he spoke more the others deers gasped of fear : This seemed to be a bad novel, but the Stêrtishk clan was famous for their large source of information.
My brother… corrupted? I have difficulty to imagine this… I do not even know if I have to imagine it.
This is nonsense… from all the Reis, His Majesty Alderamin is one the best chosen Reis since two centuries.
… Sheikh. Your Highness, His Majesty is not corrupted, he is "possessed".
(For understand this situation, you have to know that in Deerhai, "corrupted" = kharab. In regional dialect "Possessed" = ka'arabh. Of course they could use "qaabiz" which mean "possessed" in Deerean and "bewitched" in dialectal…)
Sighting in relief, the Sheikh preferred that Alderamin be under the spell of a supernatural creature, than twisted by his own. Nevertheless he remained troubled and worried. Fight an evil spirit was no more in his abilities, eh was too old… and even if younger he was just a good fighter and spellcaster. The gathering was astonished by the revelation of the old hart, if this was true then they was not able to do something. Plus, the force field on Deerham was…
Even if we have enough spellcasters we will be not able to pierce the defense, isn't it ?
Atazir shook the head. The situation was bothering because they were not prepared for this kind of situation. Then every deers in the rooms chatted since several minutes but no ones were able to find a good solution. During this time Sadalbari make sign to one of his "amanuensis" to come closer. The sheikh doesn't saw any solution, and even if he knew the "Phantom of Herschel Square case", the situation was different. One thing that he can do is to inform the deerean embassies about the situation.
With his scepter, Sadalbari knocked the floor and all the deers stopped to speak.
The situation requires organization. I will inform our diplomatic corps and representatives about the current situation.
He then looked to his scribe which prepared a magical parchment.
Please, take note : "To all the Semitic emissaries of Deerham abroad…
Your Highness !
Questioning, Sadalbari stopped his amanuensis and looked to Atazir.
O Sheikh, I have maybe another solution.
I am listening to you.
Thank you. Your Highness, I have membered about a fact in another country. In Equestria, a demonic entity which sowed chaos in the nation a year ago… can you have heard about it ?
First the Sheikh looked surprised to Atazir, next, he started to remember. Deerham don't very followed news about others continental nations, as surely the others continents do. The city-state just opened to the Semite's extern nations since some years, then Deerham was not really informed about Equestria and non-allies countries… but the Sheikh one time heard the story about an entity of disharmony vanquished by a group of mares… but there was not newspaper about it. And the only newspaper that Semite has it's one which only related events on Semite's continent.
I… yes. More or less… so, what would you like to mean? Asking them some advices?
Personally I don't know who these mares are; neither how they succeeded to defeat the entity nor what it was. Yet as a former member of the Circle, I have some contact which can give me informations.
The Circle of the Reliquary…? I heard they have a large base of knowledge and magical artifacts… you think they could help us ?
… No, Your Highness. They can help us with knowledges, but they don't have the right to use the artifacts… however we can maybe have more information about the spirit which possess the Reis, your brother.
I see… this is a good option that you bring us. Scribe "To all the Semitic emissaries of Deerham abroad, the situation in our Dominion is worrying. However, we have tools for helping us. Then I want that you do not panic and continue your duties. Your Sheikh, Sadalbari ud-Uyundana de Shams'áyyil."
While the scribe finished writing, Sadalbari spoke to the hart with a neutral tone.
Please, proceed. During this time I will send the messages to our representatives.
The hart took a badge, symbol of the Circle membership. These badges were magically connected to the Circle and thus allowed the members to chat with the guild. Putting the badge near of his mouth, Atazir called the main guild.
Minutes passed and finally the hart, regretful, put the badge back in his bag. Next he sighted.
The situation in Equestria was different than ours. It could not work for us.
I see… … so, we cannot act for now…
… I will not tell it Your Highness. In the Circle we have many good member, but they told me that one of their best element is a Deeraim… he's actually in Equestria, but maybe could he help us.
… Sincerely I doubt… what only one individual can do ?
He's a good spellcaster, and excellent martial artist or inversely… anyway he already helped the Circle once and he's an experienced relic-hunter...
It seemed to be too for one deer, do not you think it's a little too laudatory for an individual?
I… don't know him, Your Highness. But the guild has him in high esteem.
Oh… ? Well, any help is welcome. I trust your judgment…
Also… he's our only ambassador in Equestria.
The Sheikh frowned, an emissary in Equestria ? Since how ?
We have… an embassy in Equestria ? I was not informed.
Me too… I mean few deers know this fact. He's is our ambassador to the Princess Celestia. Maybe can he ask to the Princess to help us.
The Sun Goddess…? Did somedeers be enough close to ask her help? This could maybe be a good solution for their problem, but…
I will not hide it; I am not enthusiastic about involve somepony such Princess Celestia or any foreign heads of states to our problems. I do not really know her, and I do not want to have any kind of debt. However… if we do not do something, Deerham… … Sir Sîpel, what his name is ?
… A young unicorn…hm… Salamalec Sandburst.
"Salamalec" ? The old sheikh has already heard this name one. This was in a chat between Alderamin and him some months ago. Apparently, this unicorn was appreciated by his brother… maybe he's can really be their solution.
Your Highness ?
So be it… but we have to be discreet. Scribe, I have a letter to write.
Understanding the deer left the piece some minutes and came back with a parchment and a classy quill of peacock.
Leaving his throne the Sheikh walked towards the table and started to write, his quill, a magical artifact, allowing him to write on anything and without ink. After what, he closed the envelope and sealed the letter with his seal on the bottom of the quill as a stamp.
Of course he didn't have to do this and can just send the letter… but this was necessary for the credibility of the letter. Finally he make sign to the amanuensis to take the letter and sent it by magic, teleporting it directly to the recipient.
Here, I hope all this story will end up soon.
We all hope so, O Sheikh !
In our world this is two Muslim titles. But in Deerham, the "Reis" ("Raees" in Deerhai) is a title for the elected sovereign of the city-state. It comes from the Arabic title "raʾīs" which means "president" ("Supreme Leader" in Deerhaim). The Reis is then a kind of president with monarchal powers… or a king with presidential powers. As sovereigns, they use the royal We. At least during their work time.
The Sheikh ("Patriarch" in Deerhaim) is the cheif of the village of Sams'ayyil. This is generally the former Reis which now is the ruler of every Semite's tribes. Both are the most powerful entities of the nation.
Most of the dialogs are in Deerhai, but for the exportation they have been translated in equestrian.
The dialogs in "()" are in equestrian or English translation of the others languages as French or Allemahic.
This is a rp solo, it mean that it's private and I am the only poster. ^^
This is also an action-type topic.
The colours for the characters are these ones :
• = Ashti
• = Saiyad
• = Arabesque
• = Salim
• = Sheikh Sadalbari
• = Atazir
• = Reis Alderamin / Gehen
• = Rughba
• = Silim
• = Mulej
• = Shazadeh
This roleplay is the last part of the Arabesque's Arc arc the sequel of these two topic :
Holding Out for a Hero
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Airship Maintenance
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Thee which readest it… Do thou knowest what Djinns are ? No ?... then let me explain it to thee.
First thou must knowest there is many cultures. With their creatures and others supernatural things. In Equestria this is the Draconequus, the Alicorns… bah in the southern continent they have Djinns.
The Djinns are supernatural entities made of magic, ethereal and immortal, created by… we don't know, if fact. This goes back many many many many many many many many many many many many many many…ZZzzzZZzzZzzzz Ah huh ! "Several" thousands of years ago, and nopony care… anyway, their mission was to guide the Sandlanders, those which worshiped them. There were six Djinns, each represented… what they represented: Raghba/Rughba (the love), Ma'refat (the knowledge), Arvest (the arts), Sro'sht (the nature), Sihrbaze (the magic), Silim (the medicine)… and Gehen. Gehen was a special Djinn, bearing all the bad thought. Thou knowest, for the equilibrium. But the Djinns were too powerful for the physical word, then in the attempt to limited their powers, every of these Djinns live in another astral plane and created some amulets. One per Djinns. These amulets were given to their champions, and allowed them to have wishes granted. But only related to the Djinn's fields of action. By example Ragbah was able to realize wishes about loveness, Silim was able to cure any sickness or to give knowledges about medicine, and Sro'st could grants the ability to use weather powers to his chosen one.
But these amulets had also another function... at any time, the bearer of the amulet can be possessed by the titular Djinn and this one was, thus, able to act in the physical world.
Although owning nigh godlike powers, and thus frightening the mortals, the Djinns stayed rather wise and reasonable with theirs champions as the mortals… at the exception of Gehen which had great fun of his powers… maybe too much. One day his power was sealed on a book by his last champion pissed off of his boss.
After this event, Sandlanderkind changed their mind and started to act by themselves, without using any cosmic powers… and thus they abandoned the Djinns which returned into their realm. Centuries passed, and they became legend, and myth, almost forgotten by the time.
But the problem with Immortal entities is that they could reappear any time. And not always by their own wills…
In the region of Semite, among the hot and ancestral sands, a nation exists: the City-State of Deerham. A dominion ruled by the Reis since four centuries and under the blessing of the stars.
This city, founded by tribal warmongers ages ago, was now a quiet place dedicated to the peace and diplomacy. But even small nations have their own culture and legends… And this city was about to lives one of these tales. A tale about a possessed king, an ancient spirit… and three heroic Sandlanders, two foes united which will, together, brave the danger with their lives for saving the king and their home. And this tale… begins now…
Deerham, 2001 p.c.
The dusk was nearly to come in the sandstone city of Deerham. The folks started their works before that the sunlight fades away behind the golden dunes. Today the city was quiet, as the others days since many centuries. But if the daytime was finish for most of the citizens, this was not the case for everypony... pr everydeer and notably to the deers which walked in the dusty street. Both were recovered by a cape which protected them from the many problems that they crossed in their journey. One was an old hart, a scholar from the Deerean Tower of the Arcane. A retired adventurer, but also a skilled spellcaster. The other was a stag, a relic-hunter from the Sheikhdom of Shams'áyyil. Both had passed their day into ruins in a neighbor nation, and even if a little exhausted, the excitation was on their face. After nearly two weeks of exploration, they finally found a treasure, an artifact from an old legend. This was a mission from their sovereign who wanted to expose it in the museum… but of course he was not aware that sometime there is some things that must stay buried.
The two deers went up the stairs which separated them from the residence of the Reis. Al-Mahal de Kharshid Sílmiy, the "Sun of Peace Palace" the place where the Reis live and give audience. And after some minutes in the stairs, the palace's forecourt was finally visible.
The young stag and the old hart caught their breath, looking at each other with amusement.
Maybe thou… thou… need more exercise…
… Me? You're able to avoid traps, to defeat monsters with magic and read in the same time without any problems… and you cannot overcome some stairs? Oh, come on, Master.
Oooh… Keep it down, kiddo. Even if my heart can't follow, my magic can still kicks thee to Cervidas… and I am old, what's thy excuse ?
… I… huh… this is your cooking. Too heavy.
Says the poor starving disciple which always take another helping… twice. Ah !… This bad faith… in this case, for thee no more Aloo gobi at Marigold-curry and my bhurta at saffron. And oh, I forgot the baklava…
All right, all right. Geez! You're harsh…
The two deers laughed and continued their walk. Crossing the foreyard, they entered into the palace and walked, along with two guards, towards a big door that one of the guards opened since the other announced the adventurer's arrival to the Reis.
The two deers entered into the opened room, this was a large room with Horseshoe arches on columns, decorated with gold leaves and arabesques and sandlandic patterns, on the floor a red carpet finely woven which connected the entrance to the platform, some large stairs upon which laid the throne. The deers did some steps and bowed down to their Reis.
On the throne of wood and gold, Alderamin Ist, Reis of Deerham, was sat. Near of him nine other deers was also sat. Impassible and silent. In heavy armors made of gold and gems : They were the nine members of the Javidan, the elite soldiers of Deerham and royal bodyguards of the Reis. Some throw pillows were putted and in his side a little table with a semitic teapot/pitcher and cups.
Our Serene Majesty, I, Atazir, and my disciple, Saiyad, have successfully finished our task.
The crowned deer glanced to the newcomers, amused. All the day he has received audience from the folks and meeting with the viziers, his ministers. And even if Alderamin had no problems with protocols, formalities and royal behavior, unlike Celestia, his working time was over. Then he putted his crown on the table, token that he was no more a king but a normal citizen… until his next working day. "Reis" is more like a job than an actual royal title. With his hoof he made sign to the two deers to rise themselves. And showed them the table with the tea.
I am, my friend, glad to see you again. Come, come. Please, take place.
Walking towards the Reis, they sat themselves on the silk pillows. Alderamin was a slander and well-read deer in the 40's, a sovereign crowned four years ago, and as most of his predecessors: Right, benevolent and dignified. Fascinate by tales and legends since his calfhood, the Reis was an amateur of antics and thus sent the two adventurers bring back an artifact. In fact, before his coronation, he was a par time student archeologist. But now, things were different. Then he started to speak with his quiet and friendly voice… which hid his excitation.
Can I propose you some tea ?
Why not, thank you Our Majesty.
With pleasure.
Alderamin then hit his two forehooves, a couple of time and suddenly a domestic came with a plate with some teacups and appetizers. The domestic putted it in the table between the deers, bowed the head and left the room. Nearly one hour passed, one hours of discussion about their journey and adventures…
^^… I really envy you. To explore ruins full of traps, the adventure… I would like to have followed you. But I have duties, and it remembers me… Saiyad, thy brother is returned at Shams'áyyil; it seemed important.
… Hatem ? Thank… thank you Majesty, I hope this is nothing grave.
We hope so… anyway, night falls… you must be exhausted. May can I see the artifact ?
Oh… we forgot. Of course, Majesty. Here.
The hart took a little box in his saddle-bag and gave it to the Reis. This one opened it, revealing an ancient, but still nice, amulet. Alderamin didn't very believe it, believe that this artifact was still intact and real… this item was one of the amulet created by the Djinns for their champions, for that the chosen ones can have their wishes realized. This is the only thing know about the amulet and this legend. Gently the deer… not him, no, no this one too, yeah that it ! This one, yes. The Reis took the amulet and tried to put it on his neck… but stopped himself. If the Djinns were nice, the sensation that he felt from this amulet was… disturbing. He doesn't know why, but as all the spellcasters he was able to feel, slightly, the magical energies. Frowning, he putted the amulet on the box, and smiled to the two adventurers. Something was unclear, and even if he have the power to disturb and wake up the Arcanist, the most powerful magic-scholar, Alderamin preferred to wait tomorrow for make exanimate the amulet before put in on the museum. If the artifact was dangerous, there is no reason to keep it and cause harm to his subjects.
It is late… I do not want to bother you any longer, my friend. Thank you again for your devotion. I know this was selfish… (i.e : Get lost!)
Majesty, thank you for the tea, and I am happy it pleases you. Saiyad...
The Stag acquiesced and the two deers bowed respectful the head while their sovereign did it too. Next, they left the king, and walked out of the palace. The dusk vanished at the horizons and the starts started to shine. A little wind blew the dust on the ground, and the two deers which glanced at each other, perplex.
Master… did the react of the Reis was normal ? I mean…
…I noticed too… maybe the king is more tired than us. Or… well, we'll see tomorrow. Good night, kiddo.
Surely… you too, Master.
The stag glanced a last time to the palace, and turned back.
Meanwhile, in the Palace, Alderamin walked with his nine bodyguards towards the dinner room. This was an airy room, well-lighted up, classy and warm in which a large round table laid out. The Reis invited his Javidan to take place in the table filled with meal. This was not a custom, but many Reis dinned or supped with the elite soldiers. In fact, the Javidan are the bodyguards of the Reis, and then Alderamin thought this could be a chance to get acquainted with them, while they can do their duty and also keep company to the lonely Reis.
The meal finish, Alderamin left go his Javidan to their quarters, since the Reis went towards his. He had asked that the amulet be bringing in his bedroom. Then when he opened the door, the box was on a table. A last time he looked it before organizing his next working time and to manage the nation. The hours passed, and finally he decided to go in bed.
The sleep came quickly, but in the middle of the night, the amulet started to gleam of an eerie sinister light, breaking the sweet dream of the Reis which turned into a vision. The vision of a dark room on when Alderamin stood. Even if he went there only once, he recognized the place: This was the antechamber leading to the Ancestral Room, a place where some national secrets and dangerous items laid, among the tombs of the former kings which protected these secrets... and above all a book, a mysterious and old sealed tome called Angromainyus. One of the three "treasures" with the Fulmination's formula and the Scroll of the Arcana.
This room, as its contents, was forbidden and inviolable… but then he saw a deer, or the silhouette of a deer entered into room and when he was ready to take the Angromainyus, all disappeared in a flash of light. In the bedroom of the Reis the amulet stopped to gleam and the sovereign woke up with a start. He don't sweated but was quite troubled… somepony… somedeer, will try to take the book ?
…This… is impossible… but…
Alderamin didn't know what to do. This could only be a dream… and even if it will happen, he didn't know "when". Maybe the Arcanist have the answers. Anyway, he tried to sleep again and succeeded. Tomorrow he will look to all this… things. It could not be so grave.
Next day. 12 hours later.
Our Majesty, what are you d- ugh!
Knee down…
The deer guard didn't have the time to finish his sentence that he was thrown by a magical pulse. His head and back hitting the wall behind him, and fell on the ground in a moan of pain. At the total indifference of the Reis. Yeah, Alderamin walked slowly, the eyes vitreous and a sinister smile to the face, towards the Ancestral Room : all the previous domains of minutes he had beaten his own soldiers, the Kardaces, the equivalent of the Pegasus royal guards of Celestia. They were quite trained for battle, but most of them didn't wanted to strike their "Father", and were defeated by an Alderamin fell into madness… or something else.
The amulet on his neck, Alderamin came towards the Ancestral Room's door and opened it with his scepter, like a magic wand. Each step he did excited him: The book was at his sight, he was close to it. With a hoof he took the Angromainyus which engaged a magic seal for protect it, a mechanism which pushed back the deer. This one was surprised.
Ohohoh… Clever mortals…
Focusing himself, he grabbed the book by telekinesis and tried to remove it on its altar. This was difficult because the elk (?) didn't have all of his powers… the other parts was on the Angromainyus. Little by little the seal cracked and vanished at the amusement of the Reis. Walking to the room and glancing with prudence, he took the book and left the Ancestral Room.
Finally… we will show them how a true "king" reign… hm ?
O…our… Ma… jesty… please…
The previous guard that he had hit grabbed his hindhoof. He know that this was not a behavior to have towards his king, but something was wrong with Alderamin… he tried to hold him back. The Reis looked to him with pity… this was pathetic. This positive respect toward him, disgusted the deer.
How dare thou to touch our royal person ?!
Opening wide the eyes, the guard saw the Reis' hoof hit him in the rub before smash his head on the ground by telekinesis… then the guard's body levitated and was threw against a column. This action knocked him gravely.
Meaningless scum…
Sniggering at the view of the guards laying on the ground, Alderamin didn't saw the deers in his front. And not any deers… the whole Javidan, or almost - A member was missing-. One of these deers bowed down respectfully.
Our Serene Majesty… Please, I ask you to stop this madness. Before it will-
Bwahahahah ! So much devotion… thou must fear for thy paid, huh?
With a move of the hoof, the Reis make appeared coins that he threw in the front of the deer. But this one stayed stoic to this provocation. Money was not the question. As the other Javidan he had sworn to serve the Reis, to protect him, to give his life for him… what he done was not for himself, but for the city.
This was difficult for him to be mocked by Alderamin, and he can't understand how this one at changed so suddenly. Nevertheless, and understanding that their king will continue he started to rise himself when he was ejected against a wall. His golden heavy armor happily protected him.
The others Javidan were surprised by the magic used… this was not something that they knew, not the kind of magic that they used… but each took their weapon and rushed towards Alderamin, using no lethal magic. They wanted to awaken the Reis, not to kill him. Even if the Javidan were skilled in martial and magic arts, and despite their good tactic and battle formation and coordination, the fight just last two minutes… by magic Alderamin had putted them into a long sleep… full of nightmare and torments.
Enjoy the rest…
Smiling, the Reis took the stair and passed through many rooms before arriving in the throne room.
Ho… ? Reception committee, We assume ?
Several deers in armors and another waited Alderamin. They were just Kardaces, but one of them was the Minister of Justice, Hatem al-Qadiy, frowning.
Where are the Javidan ?
… So, we suppose this is thee which led them to us ? We'll send thee join them…
Hatem had a cringe to these words… did the Reis defeated the Javidan, the whole team ? This was impossible… not for a single deer… but the fact that Alderamin stand at their front, menacing.
The Soldiers which protected Hatem started to fear… if the Javidan has failed, the Kardaces had no chance to win. The Reis was alone, they were five… three. Alderamin didn't wait and used of his power, defeating two soldiers by telekinesis and magic.
T-Telekinesis ? Impossible, we can't do that ! You can't !
…? Skeptical huh?
The sovereign beat the three other Kardaces without difficulty : One was threw, headfirst, against a wall. The others were severally smashed against the ground and each other before be knocked out. Even if "mad", Alderamin don't tried to kill them, just to hurt them… this was more amusing.
You… are not the Reis, right ?
Hoho…? ^^ I have a crown...
By telekinesis the Minister of Justice was threw against the door, the entrance, several time. His body was painful and slowly he felt his mind being filled with bad thoughts. This was difficult for him to resist, but Hatem was one of these peoples owner of a great willpower… maybe a little too "big" for the Reis which, not able to corrupt him for now, chose to send his mind into the realm of torments. Then, like the Javidan, he dived the Minister into a nightmarish rest.
Now. Try to escape from this, blasphemer…
Grapping the antlers of Hatem, Alderamin walked quietly towards the exit, the asleep body of Hatem dragged on the ground along the walk.
This was a banal day in the City-State: the sun was high and bright. There weather was hot, a little more than usual; the sirocco blew bringing a warm and dusty wind on the city. Alderamin closed the eyes, feeling the wind on his pelt. This was the first time since a long time that he didn't felt the wind… in fact he never appreciated it before, but now he understood why mortals like it, and for him this was sign of his freedom.
At least…
Throwing away Hatem as a junk, the deer walked to have a better point of view of the world, his scepter and book levitating at his side. He smiled.
The city was quiet, all the folks did their task, without have idea of how will be the end of the day… and the deer will correct it. Whiff, he took the Angromainyus and opened it in breaking the lock. And then the sun, bright and became a ball of shining darkness, darkened the sky and dived the region into darkness. This has been quick, and most of the citizen stopped their activities and looked to the sky, intrigued and some minutes passed without realizing what just happened. This was the first time for them, and the few soldiers in the city tried to reassure the population… this was not normal, obviously, but was not able to know that was due to supernatural powers.
Somewhere, in the city, a cloaked deer walked discreetly, avoiding drawing attention on himself. His outfit was a travelling one. The deer knew that something was wrong and was ready to leave the city for a useful purpose. Rushing among the streets the deer suddenly stopped himself, looked to the sky and frowned: Something started to recover the city… and he ran towards the exit. His large knowledge allowed him to recognize it as a force field; apparently somedeer wanted to imprison the city and isolate from the rest of the world.
The deer ran as he never ran before, the shield was quicker than him, but he had the advantage to being closer to the city's doors and succeeded with a burst of adrenaline to quit the Deerham. The force field closing the city two minutes after him.
Now the mysterious deer was out of the city, in the desert. He furiously caught his breath… he was too old for this kind of activity. Finally he looked another time the city, and ran.
All the citizens glanced to the sky and the force field, scarred. Nobody knew what this was and why it happened to them. Only the Sages, the keepers of the magic, the Arcanist and other scholars have an idea. At this occasion they decided to have a meeting… but their plan was stopped. Outside, in the street, something fell from the top of the force field. It seemed to be rain drop… but when it came closer…
One of the citizens, an antelope reached out the fore hoof to collect some.
What is this…? Confetti ?... no…
Is…. that… what I think?
Another citizen, a camel looked intrigued.
By Adir, this is like… snow ?!
"Snow" ? Here ? Impossible…
At my time, snow was white, not black… and there didn't fell on a desert in a southern region… what a world…
They looked closer. All over the city a kind of snow, black and not cold, fell on the inhabitants.
Interesting… this isn't natural stuff. I mean, I think this is magical particle… or something like this. I always read something like th-
Suddenly the guy fell on the ground, asleep. Other citizens have fell, and some started to. At this view, wave of panic took the city, and all the citizens rushed to their homes or shelter… when they succeeded to, before falling into dream. In some minute most the house had the window closed and the blinds lowered. All over the city peoples laid on the ground, unlucky citizens which didn't have the time to go home. The dark snow… or dust, or whatever breaks up, leaving a lifeless city.
At the door of the Palace, Alderamin glazed his work and closed the book, satisfied. Now that most of the inhabitants and soldiers was neutralized, he will have enough tranquillity for continue his plan. Smiling he left the foreyard and walked into the palace, closing the door behind him.
Later at the Sheikdom of Shams'áyyil, an old deer looked to the window: What's happened in Deerham ? He didn't know and was quite worried about it. His brother maybe knows, but Deerham was incommunicado by magic way and this since many hours of try.
The 70 years old deer removed his jewelled coronetted-mashadah and rub a forehoof on his greyish mane. Sighting he crossed the room when he was and walked on a kind of throne, which in its front a semi-spherical table was. Twelve deers/gazelles/antelopes was sat around the table : the nine clan's representative/heads and some others dignitaries. One of them started to speak.
Your Wise Highness, maybe should we ask assistance from our allies ? I am sure that Cervidas or Camelu…
Sadalbari, Head of Shams'áyyil. The old Sheikh stayed on his throne, the forelegs crossed. Asking help to Cervidas or Camelu ? This was… a solution. But neither Camelu nor Cervidas could help them. His saw the phenomenon on Deerham, he knew this was something involving magic, or at least he hopped so, but he knew too that their allies were not able to fix the situation…
Before doing anything… we need to establish what this is and what is happened.
I maybe hold the answers, Your Wise Highness.
Sadalbari started to thought, when somepony entered in the room, a cloaked deer. He was a little tired but still vigorous despite his age. This hart removed his hood and bowed down.
I am Atazir Sîpel min Stêrtishk. May the sun keeps you, O Sheikh.
Greetings. So, you said "Stêrtishk "… from Akma'ar tribe ? Interesting, please speak.
The old hart acquiesced and explained everything. More he spoke more the others deers gasped of fear : This seemed to be a bad novel, but the Stêrtishk clan was famous for their large source of information.
My brother… corrupted? I have difficulty to imagine this… I do not even know if I have to imagine it.
This is nonsense… from all the Reis, His Majesty Alderamin is one the best chosen Reis since two centuries.
… Sheikh. Your Highness, His Majesty is not corrupted, he is "possessed".
(For understand this situation, you have to know that in Deerhai, "corrupted" = kharab. In regional dialect "Possessed" = ka'arabh. Of course they could use "qaabiz" which mean "possessed" in Deerean and "bewitched" in dialectal…)
Sighting in relief, the Sheikh preferred that Alderamin be under the spell of a supernatural creature, than twisted by his own. Nevertheless he remained troubled and worried. Fight an evil spirit was no more in his abilities, eh was too old… and even if younger he was just a good fighter and spellcaster. The gathering was astonished by the revelation of the old hart, if this was true then they was not able to do something. Plus, the force field on Deerham was…
Even if we have enough spellcasters we will be not able to pierce the defense, isn't it ?
Atazir shook the head. The situation was bothering because they were not prepared for this kind of situation. Then every deers in the rooms chatted since several minutes but no ones were able to find a good solution. During this time Sadalbari make sign to one of his "amanuensis" to come closer. The sheikh doesn't saw any solution, and even if he knew the "Phantom of Herschel Square case", the situation was different. One thing that he can do is to inform the deerean embassies about the situation.
With his scepter, Sadalbari knocked the floor and all the deers stopped to speak.
The situation requires organization. I will inform our diplomatic corps and representatives about the current situation.
He then looked to his scribe which prepared a magical parchment.
Please, take note : "To all the Semitic emissaries of Deerham abroad…
Your Highness !
Questioning, Sadalbari stopped his amanuensis and looked to Atazir.
O Sheikh, I have maybe another solution.
I am listening to you.
Thank you. Your Highness, I have membered about a fact in another country. In Equestria, a demonic entity which sowed chaos in the nation a year ago… can you have heard about it ?
First the Sheikh looked surprised to Atazir, next, he started to remember. Deerham don't very followed news about others continental nations, as surely the others continents do. The city-state just opened to the Semite's extern nations since some years, then Deerham was not really informed about Equestria and non-allies countries… but the Sheikh one time heard the story about an entity of disharmony vanquished by a group of mares… but there was not newspaper about it. And the only newspaper that Semite has it's one which only related events on Semite's continent.
I… yes. More or less… so, what would you like to mean? Asking them some advices?
Personally I don't know who these mares are; neither how they succeeded to defeat the entity nor what it was. Yet as a former member of the Circle, I have some contact which can give me informations.
The Circle of the Reliquary…? I heard they have a large base of knowledge and magical artifacts… you think they could help us ?
… No, Your Highness. They can help us with knowledges, but they don't have the right to use the artifacts… however we can maybe have more information about the spirit which possess the Reis, your brother.
I see… this is a good option that you bring us. Scribe "To all the Semitic emissaries of Deerham abroad, the situation in our Dominion is worrying. However, we have tools for helping us. Then I want that you do not panic and continue your duties. Your Sheikh, Sadalbari ud-Uyundana de Shams'áyyil."
While the scribe finished writing, Sadalbari spoke to the hart with a neutral tone.
Please, proceed. During this time I will send the messages to our representatives.
The hart took a badge, symbol of the Circle membership. These badges were magically connected to the Circle and thus allowed the members to chat with the guild. Putting the badge near of his mouth, Atazir called the main guild.
Minutes passed and finally the hart, regretful, put the badge back in his bag. Next he sighted.
The situation in Equestria was different than ours. It could not work for us.
I see… … so, we cannot act for now…
… I will not tell it Your Highness. In the Circle we have many good member, but they told me that one of their best element is a Deeraim… he's actually in Equestria, but maybe could he help us.
… Sincerely I doubt… what only one individual can do ?
He's a good spellcaster, and excellent martial artist or inversely… anyway he already helped the Circle once and he's an experienced relic-hunter...
It seemed to be too for one deer, do not you think it's a little too laudatory for an individual?
I… don't know him, Your Highness. But the guild has him in high esteem.
Oh… ? Well, any help is welcome. I trust your judgment…
Also… he's our only ambassador in Equestria.
The Sheikh frowned, an emissary in Equestria ? Since how ?
We have… an embassy in Equestria ? I was not informed.
Me too… I mean few deers know this fact. He's is our ambassador to the Princess Celestia. Maybe can he ask to the Princess to help us.
The Sun Goddess…? Did somedeers be enough close to ask her help? This could maybe be a good solution for their problem, but…
I will not hide it; I am not enthusiastic about involve somepony such Princess Celestia or any foreign heads of states to our problems. I do not really know her, and I do not want to have any kind of debt. However… if we do not do something, Deerham… … Sir Sîpel, what his name is ?
… A young unicorn…hm… Salamalec Sandburst.
"Salamalec" ? The old sheikh has already heard this name one. This was in a chat between Alderamin and him some months ago. Apparently, this unicorn was appreciated by his brother… maybe he's can really be their solution.
Your Highness ?
So be it… but we have to be discreet. Scribe, I have a letter to write.
Understanding the deer left the piece some minutes and came back with a parchment and a classy quill of peacock.
Leaving his throne the Sheikh walked towards the table and started to write, his quill, a magical artifact, allowing him to write on anything and without ink. After what, he closed the envelope and sealed the letter with his seal on the bottom of the quill as a stamp.
Of course he didn't have to do this and can just send the letter… but this was necessary for the credibility of the letter. Finally he make sign to the amanuensis to take the letter and sent it by magic, teleporting it directly to the recipient.
Here, I hope all this story will end up soon.
We all hope so, O Sheikh !