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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Help they're torturing me
Brastion was no stranger to torture; he’d been captured several times by bandits. His body may have been weak but his mind was strong, possibly unhinged but definitely strong. Often he’d bargained his way out, once a bear had wandered into camp on the night they were going to hang him from a mighty oak. It was strange to see them scamper so, panic gripping them. The bear cast a look at Brastion that day but did not attack, perhaps it sensed a kindred spirit.
The torture gave his mind focus and clarity which was lacking in his day to day meanderings. The man was an oaf and the old Brastion, the one not ravaged by travel to this world would have dispatched him and his goons within a second, but that Brastion was dead.
Posted on 2008-08-03 at 22:44:50.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Man in a cart
Brastion was pushed heavily onto a cart that had been crafted into a makeshift gaol. His weapon was torn from his grip and greedily snaffled onto one of the guards saddlebags. They must have thought Brastion a weak old man for he was not even chained and nor was the other occupant of the cart.
He took one last look at the campfire before burying his head in his hands and weeping like a child.
“What ails you son?” the man asked. He was dressed in green robes and looked like a beggar.
Brastion managed a pitiful smile before noticing the mans beard was well kempt and his nails were clean. He was no begger.
“My name is Brastion Ge’Harde, I have been wandering the wilderness and god forbidden towns for many years searching for a way back to my own world, for I am not from these lands”
“I know”, the man smiled sagely.
Brastion was shaken by a knock to the head from the butt of a spear.
“Who you talking to fool?” one of the guards spat.
Brastion smiled sweetly, “no one sir”.
Posted on 2008-07-29 at 12:35:40.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Brastion
Brastion sipped the water eagerly. Too long had he been without company, too long jumping at each and every sound, always fearing bandits, bears or worse.
The man informed Brastion he meant him no harm and he believed him. The trouble with names is they can get you into trouble or even cost you your life. He seemed genuine if unremarkable but had a wisdom about his eyes as they stared down at him. Brastion had to make a descision, either trust this man with his name or go on hiding forever wondering where his next meal might be. He might even be able to help him reach his final destination….a man call zneb.
“My name….my name is Brastion”
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 21:42:45.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Dreams
The cave was dark, the walls dripped and all Brastion could hear was his and Kondrix’s breath heavy to his side. Many battles had been fought, many had been won. “Are you wounded” Brastion asked.
“Aye” said Kondrix
“Is Aemon dead?”
“Aye” said Kondrix.
“Then today is a good day to die my friend”.
The two friends rushed out knowing they faced almost certain death.
Brastion awoke with a start staring into a strangers face.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 22:20:39.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: A lad on an elephant
Garrin did have some skill; even if he was not who the Vizier thought it still took skill to steal from my brother so I looked upon him with a different air.
So it was decided, go to the Sultans Palace for the evenings festivities and see if we could gather more information along the way. We parted ways for the afternoon agreeing to meet at a the Market Traders Guild Hall right by the entrance to the Sultans Palace. It was easily identifiable due to a large palm which it is said pre dates the city itself. It bore no fruit however but was a great spot for a midday laze for those with time to do so, for those who wished to gaze upon the splendour of the palace and dream of marrying the Sultans daughter.
I had heard tell she escaped the Palace on a regular basis to enjoy the baser things a city could offer and I had even heard she was with child from a commoner. My father used to say that a rumour is not to be trusted unless it’s written on both sides of a parchment. Perhaps she would be at the banquet and I could decide for myself. There is a glow about a women that is almost unmistakable for someone as used to watching people as I.
I tried to find Annahita for the remaining hours before finally giving up and searching out a reputable merchant for some dress robes. If felt odd to be in clothes of refinery and I even washed at the local bath. It was refreshing though the summer had not been particularly oppressive thus far. I concealed the dagger my brother returned to me, the dagger he must have replaced Garrin’s takings with, and made my way towards the Palace.
I was almost there a when procession passed. There were many animals both camels and elephants and even a row of monkeys. The guards looked unfamiliar to any city I had thus seen so far. The blue pants and sash were pristine and I couldn’t fathom how they had travelled through the desert whilst remaining so clean. The desert was a harsh mistress at the best of times. There were several dignitaries but the one boldly sat astride a large elephant took my attention. He wore a white tunic and white pants a golden sash laid across his chest. His smile beamed from ear to ear and I couldn’t help but smile with him. The procession passed right into the Sultans Palace.
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 12:56:38.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: an old friend?
Brastion stumbled into the campsite barely keeping his balance as he saw steel. The figures danced before him in the light of the fire. Two shapes were dancing before his eyes and he couldn’t focus. He could have sworn he saw an old friend, one by the name of Kondrix, sitting smiling at him and then it was gone, replaced by two rather more unfriendly faces. It was all too much for the poor old soldier as he slumped near the fire unconscious.
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 17:25:21.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Choices
Fire is a fascinating thing, the closer you get the more you are drawn to it. I can sit and watch for hours letting it warm my hands and face in the cold desert nights. I love the way it dances along the wood slowly consuming it, gently at first then all of a sudden the wood will pop, giving in to the fires demands. As much as I am drawn to it though I certainly wouldn’t plunge my fist right in and expect not to get burnt.
I fully expected the Vizier to have his guards slice open my brother from neck to naval for such comments and was taken aback when he simply smiled, then laughed, then smiled once more. He pointed jovially to my brother. “You amuse me Farooq and for that I will let you live” The Vizier clasped his hands together. “As for you Garrin, I hope you are the man my informants say you are, because you will retrieve the box for me and if you are not he of renown then I doubt you would have the skills needed to survive.”
The Vizier ushered us out like goats informing us on our way that there was a banquet at the Caliphs palace that very night and that we were all invited. Attendance was compulsory; he even thrust a few dinar our way to purchase new clothes for the event. Apparently we smelt like camels.
Upon exiting the Viziers Palace I turn to my brother and Garrin
“What say you both? Do we flee now or do we go to the Caliphs Palace this evenings festivities?”
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 22:49:57.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 22:51:35 by Dooby
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: The return
Hands once so cared for lay dirty and broken, hair so well kempt lies dead and grey, armour religiously cleaned and polished adorns his body piecemeal, parts sold to keep him alive. The only thing that would keep anyone from thinking this man a beggar would be his eyes; anyone who gave him a second look, anyone that engaged him instead of throwing him the odd coin would see wisdom in those eyes, a wisdom born not of knowledge of one world but of two.
A keen ear had long since departed so Brastion had to cock his head like a dog if he thought he heard anything worthy of investigation. He rose from his near slumber his gnarled hand clasped tightly on sword hilt. The skill he once had was long since gone but he could still handle the odd raider or thief should the need arise.
“Who goes there”
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 18:10:21.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: The offer
The Vizier rose gingerly from his chair, a pain clearly affecting his movements. He could see my eyes upon him and simply shrugged. “Age my dear Aban, touches us all, wise and fool alike”. He then looked to my brother and finally Garrin. “I am honoured Garrin, or should I say Javed Shah Sahar”. No, it couldn’t be, this plump, ruddy cheeked merchant was once the greatest thief in all of Twelve Cities. It was said that he broke into a Caliph’s Royal Palace just to leave a single flower for one of the Caliphs many daughters, a rare variety of the Thymus serpyllum. Some say the flower lives on, never wilting and will remain so for all time. Others say he got the wrong bedroom and gave the flower to a handmaiden by mistake, but I prefer the former story.
“You know not why you are summoned here friends”, I hated the use of the word friend and it seemed most unbecoming on his lips as if he had to spit the words from his mouth. “I have need of your special talents”, he beckoned to the guards who brought forward a box. It was a small chest barely two feet across and one foot high. Ornately carved but of no real value. The two guards lifted the box by the handles at either end but seemed to struggle with the weight despite its size and their bulk. It thudded down sending up a film of dust.
“There is a box that will look identical to this one in the ruins of Al Jamer”. We had all heard storied of Al Jamer, a thriving city close to a huge oasis; a proud city full of commerce and culture, destroyed as the ground shook and the heavens spat fire upon it. Some say the Caliph had betrayed the gods and was smote with all his followers. Others say the Vizier was responsible using dark ancient magic’s. No one had seen the ruins in my lifetime at least, the desert had swallowed it whole but not a year went by without one of the twelve cities sending a caravan to recover the lost treasures. Sometimes they would return weary, bereft of treasures, other times they would not return at all.
“Should you return the box to me unopened then all the treasures you desire shall be yours, satisfied in full from this day till you die” I didn’t like the way he emphasised the word ‘die’. We would be fools to refuse the quest, even if we had no intention of fulfilling it, just to be free. It seemed it was time to leave another city for my brother and I.
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 22:31:16.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Vizier's Here
We were ushered into the main building with a little less force than we were previously marched through the streets, as if some fear had crept into the hearts of the guards. They looked more nervous, flicking their eyes as if hearing a noise in the darkness that hung in every nook and cranny. It was then I heard a whisper, it was my name I am sure of it. I listened again and but it was gone. Shadows danced on the walls which didn’t seem to fit the light cast by the braziers. It was an evil place, even the paintings of the Caliph on the wall – a most jovial man by all accounts – seemed somewhat eerie hung high on the walls where one would strain even to see.
Several chambers branched off from the main chamber but we didn’t have long to wait until two guards appeared from a doorway off to our right. The two guards were dressed quite differently from the Caliph’s guards and appeared immaculate when compared to the sweaty, ugly oafs flanking us. Their vest, pants, turban and sash were of the finest silk and was the deepest red, almost blood red. The sash sat perfectly on their chiselled bodies, further pouring humiliation on the Caliph’s guards. The guards exchanged hushed whispers and the Caliph’s guards left as fast as they could without losing face altogether and running from the building.
The Viziers guards then bade us enter the room from whence they came. Where the Caliphs guards were brash and arrogant, the Viziers guards were cold and emotionless; indeed, even though it was just past midday, not a drop of sweat could be seen on either of them.
The room was roughly rectangular with many small alcoves each with an ornamental lamp at its centre. The ceiling was again high but little natural light found its way in. A single chair sat occupied at the end of the room. A grey robed man sat considering us all with a slightly amused expression on his face. His hair was grey, brushed forward but was still thick despite his apparent years. He dabbed a napkin to his mouth as he rose to greet us. I expected to see him eating something to turn a camel’s stomach but all he was eating was the delicacy that is monkey brains.
“Greetings friends”, he threw his arms wide. “I am the Grand Vizier”. His face was welcoming but his eyes betrayed his true feelings towards us.
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 23:09:04.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Big Gates
When you’re with a guard every face you see looks at you differently. Some look upon you with fear for you must be someone of importance to be seeing the Vizier. Others look upon you with scorn, already accused as criminals. Others show pity for they know that few who enter the Viziers palace ever return. The people were not my concern only the outcome of the meeting. If the Vizier wanted us dead he would surely have bade the thieves guild do it but then again he might have wanted us tortured first. My mind scurried as we travelled West the short distance to the great gates of the Viziers stronghold.
Great black gates stood twenty feet tall flanking impenetrable sandstone walls. The AS the great gates swung open the Palace presented itself and had a main structure where one assumed the Vizier resided, and four almost identical outbuildings. The main structure wasn’t as opulent one might have suspected for the second most powerful man in Dagrah. No gold adorned any of the architecture and indeed some of the buildings seemed to be in a state of disrepair.
As every good thief should do I looked around for escape routes but none jumped immediately to mind. The grounds were very open and each and ever guard had a shortbow across their backs. None of the building lay close enough to the perimeter wall to scale and flee and the gates were manned by a score or more. If my brother was searching for escape routes also he hid it well. Garrin had returned to his feet and appeared to be equally angry with the guards as he was at me but knew better than to antagonise them.
The huge gates slammed shut ominously behind us.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 22:34:05.
Edited on 2008-07-02 at 22:34:38 by Dooby
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Topic: Oaf For Hire
Subject: Oaf For Hire
Why is it no one ever considers the henchmen? I’ve been a henchman with the great Wizard Golnar for nearly twenty years. I hear a ‘Eureka’ from his dungeon one day and within a week he’s created his own zombie army. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not racist or zombiest or anything but these guys will work for half a brain a day. I can’t compete with prices like that. They aren’t great conversationalists either, ‘Brains’ is about all they can muster, though I did hear one say ‘drains’ the other day. I think he was complaining about the stink.
I’ve even been into town to consult with the elders but they say I don’t have a leg to stand on. I don’t know if they were being cruel as I lost a leg ten years since when I was wrestling a bear. Well less wrestling and more running, screaming like a banshee.
Still here I find myself in the line at the ‘Oafs for Hire’ shop hoping to catch the eye or some young, up and coming megalomaniac.
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 21:48:45.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Off to see the Vizier
It was the mysterious Annahita that had distracted my attention and stopped me from noticing the two guards bearing down on Garrin. I had seen one of the guards several days before; a singularly nasty man with desires not fit for a goat never mind a Guard of the Caliph.
With one swift motion he brought the hilt of his khopesh in a stinging arc to the back of Garrin’s skull. Garrin was clearly the target but still I sensed danger. I tried to blend back into the crowd but the guard sneered, “Stand still Aban Faheen Asir. The Vizier wishes to see you and that camel loving brother of yours.” I was shocked that I was known to the Vizier and even more shocked that he would wish to see me. I had clearly not been as careful as I thought or my brother had betrayed me. I had to check on Garrin so leant by his side. Friend or enemy I had to check he was still alive for the blow was a mighty one indeed. Fortunately I suspected one of Garrin’s strengths would be the thickness of his skull.
Two more guards arrived flanking my brother who was uncharacteristically caught flat footed. I prayed to Allah he didn’t try to fight his way out.
I rise and start to follow the guards, urging my brother to do the same pleading with my eyes as Garrin is dragged by his boots also – it seems he is wanted by the vizier as well.
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 21:08:37.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Confrontation in the Market Square
“I will deal with you later” I hissed through clenched teeth, holding my fist in check.
My day was spent building up trust with a local thief who told me, for a price, the name of another thief who could get both my bother and myself into the thieves’ guild. Once initiated no one would be able to murder my brother without prior permission from the guild. To go against the guild would mean death not only for you and your family, but anyone who had any dealing with you. So whilst I was risking life and limb making contacts in the seediest parts of the city my brother had been up to his old tricks.
I strode out into the market square to head off the oncoming Garrin. I had two choices, listen to his argument or kill him before he had chance to speak. A blade just above the fourth rib would end his life in an instant. There would be so little blood it might even look if his weak heart had just stopped of its own accord. It would give us time to collect our few possessions and flee.
As I approached Garrin I caught a figure out of the corner of my eye. It was Annahita my recent contact. She lazed against a sandstone wall in the midday sun with only her brilliant blue eyes visible beneath her headscarf. Green eyes were rare enough in this land but blue eyes meant a foreign devil. It was intriguing that such a devil would be allowed into a guild, the most secretive and distrustful group of people you would ever hope to find.
I approach Garrin with a hand inside my tunic clenching my blade tightly, I hope my smile is convincing as I wish prosperity on him and his family
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 12:27:03.
Edited on 2008-06-30 at 12:27:41 by Dooby
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - The story so far.....
Subject: Brothers With Arms - The story so far.....
If you’re anything like me –scary thought -you won’t want to read every single post in a thread before joining an adventure so this post will be a summary of the Brothers With Arms freeform thread thread. Here goes….
The story starts with two brothers Farooq Asir and his brother Aban Faheen Asir. They are master thieves but that is where their similarity ends for they are different sides of the same coin. They spend most of their time fleeing from situations caused by Farooq’s arrogance. They have just settled in the city of Dagrah when it appears Farooq has been up to his old tricks placing his brothers dagger at the scene of a crime. The victim of the crime is Garrin a local merchant who tried to confront the thieves but was subdued by the Caliph’s guards. It seems the Vizier (Caliph’s adviser in matters of state) wishes to see all three characters. They are then marched to the Viziers Palace on the outskirts of town. Instead of being butchered however they are given a quest...to retrieve a box from the Vizier from a fabled lost city.
Posted on 2008-06-29 at 22:15:34.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 22:54:53 by Dooby
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Brothers in Arms are Alarmed
I only remember my brother grinning like that three times; the most recent of which was when he had bedded the daughter of a Sultan. Invariably those grins mean we must flee the city or Oasis we are currently staying. It also means we never find a place to call home and as such, though my loins ache for a son, I have no heir. My brother has many illegitimate sons but none may take his name so I’m sure he feels the same shame as I.
Only the second time I saw him grin like that was when he’d killed a man in cold blood. The man owed him many bistri’s I am told but he was certainly made an example of. My brother administered the death by a thousand cuts. Since that day the victim’s family have spent their entire fortune in tracking my brother down, but he is as the desert wind to them. I try to push him in the right direction but he is a stubborn camel. I feel there is a soul to be saved but I think I need help in reaching it – if it still remains.
“What have you done Brother!”
My fist clenches and my heart quickens. My ears instinctively listen for the sounding alarms high on the rooftops, but thank Allah, there are none.
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 13:02:54.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
What am I to do with my brother? Every good deed I attempt is thwarted by his callousness and uncaring nature. Every time I hear of an assassination I assume the worst, although he protests his innocence vigorously in those cases. The city of Dagrah does have its fair share of thieves and vagabonds to be fair so I tend to believe him. As children he was the one who would get us into trouble and I too became tarred with his brush. That is not to say I don’t love my brother nor is that to say I wouldn’t trust him with my life, just not my wallet or my woman.
Ah here he comes now; he walks tall and proud, his white cloak, blasted by sand, wrapped tightly around him, his green eyes staring at me unblinking. People continue to mill around the stalls in the Great Market Square, unaware of a master thief amongst them. A single black band of silk adorns his head and a khopesh lies not so far from his hand. Ah, that khopesh, I have seen many wonders from it in the hands of my brother. I have seen no finer sword.
“Greetings Brother”, he smiles warmly with the slightest smirk. Now I am alarmed.
Posted on 2008-06-26 at 12:16:41.
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