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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: He's a glass half empty kinda guy...
Given that but a few hours ago I was looking forward to seeing my brother deal with an irate Garrin, my mood now was not what it should have been. Indeed, the events since then had more than soured my mood; I seethed on the inside, angry at the way I had allowed myself to be caught of guard and the way the guards had treated me. Even the vizier had treated me with contempt. All it would have taken was a flick of my wrist and a knife would have been buried deep within his skull. I sat, in the Shining Star tarvern (a place well known for it's somewhat shadowy customers), and dwelt on this image for a moment; the vizier's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, and a thin red river of blood trickling from the wound. It lightened my mood a little, but nowhere near enough.
Draining the last of the liquor from the glass in front of me, I stood up and made my way, a little shakily, to the exit. Perhaps, it had not been the wisest of moves to have drunk so much, but there was still time before the festivities began to regain a little of my composure, though as soon as the early evening air hit my face, I began to doubt that. Checking that my weapons and equipment were in place I made my way to the rendezvous with my brother and Garrin.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 12:34:24.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Decisions...
“For once” I said, “I am in agreement with the buffoon.” I nodded in the direction of the now departing Garrin. “We should probably make an appearance. I don’t like having my strings pulled, and I trust the vizier about as much as a cobra. However, I don’t see that leaving now would be of benefit to us.
“Besides,” I said, a half grin on my face and my hand dropping to where I had stashed Garrin’s purse, “It’s been quite some time since we last ate with royalty.”
The smile did not last long though – though whether it was anger or shock that replaced it I could not really tell you. Somehow the purse had disappeared.
“I believe, brother, that this is yours.” I said, dryly, and held the dagger out towards Aban.
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 21:09:32.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Garrin; a legend? Surely not...
Was it possible that this merchant, bloated and seemingly as graceful as a bull, could be the famed Javed Shah Sahar? I had heard tales of him: stealing the Tyrian Ruby from the temple of the Tyrn brotherhood, the first man to break into the ‘impregnable’ Iron Fortress of Caliph Hossenie. There were even rumours that he had belonged to the infamous pack of thieves known across the continent as The Forty. Looking at him now, I could not see it, but the vizier must have his reasons for believing so.
No matter, Garrin may or may not have been what the vizier had said, that was of no importance right now. The chest that sat before us was not that big. That it could take two men to lift it spoke of something arcane, and if it involved magic then it was something to be wary of. I was distrustful of magic and those that employed it to their own means.
“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”, the vizier said, his gaze drifting between my brother, Garrin and I.
“And just what would happen,” I sneered, “if we were to take the chest for ourselves?”
I was almost certain of what the answer to my question was to be, but I asked it anyway. I wanted to see just how the vizier would react.
Posted on 2008-07-08 at 12:52:07.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: The Viziers Catelogue...
In my experience, viziers can be grouped into two very different types. There were those that flaunted their power and status, lived the most lavish of life styles where only the best would do. They buy only the most expensive clothing, eat only the finest food; a life of luxury that is probably only rivalled by that of the Sultan. Then there are those viziers who live the frugal life more commonly associated with the clergy. I’ve often wondered why. Perhaps they think that in doing so, they will inspire others to live in an equally chaste way and spare the coffers of the palace. From the looks of the building and it’s contents, this vizier was likely to fall into the second category. A pity really – it meant there was less for me to relieve him of.
We were handed over to what I assumed to be the viziers personal guard, no doubt hand picked by him. They looked to be more competent (well, in better condition at least) than the Caliphs guards, and unlike the other guards their faces gave away not even the slightest flicker of emotion. Yes, these were definitely more dangerous.
Finally, we were led into a room where a man, presumably the vizier, sat eating. A quick glance over towards Garrin nearly caused me to laugh; he was near enough drooling, his eyes fixed on the monkey’s head on the plate.
“Greetings friends”, the vizier exclaimed, though, for the time being though, I was less interested in him and more so about the room we were in. Given the lack of other furniture in the room, I could not believe that the vizier often held audience with his visitors here so the lamps could not have been decorative. Something just wasn’t right. Why would a room, need so many lamps? No, there was definitely something more going on here. It was obvious that this situation demanded extra vigilance. After all, frugal or spendthrift, all viziers shared one thing in common. All were as devious as devils and could only be trusted to stab you in the back once they had finished using you for their own plans!
Posted on 2008-07-07 at 12:47:40.
Edited on 2008-07-07 at 12:50:43 by Leoricx
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: The In-Vizier-ables...
The palace is impressive; it’s walls looming and, though scarred by the cruel winds which sweep in from the desert, seemingly impregnable. It never fails to amaze me. These are the type of walls built to keep the sort of person of which I am a prime example on the outside. So to be escorted in by the guards is more than a little ironic.
As we moved through the gates I took in as much detail as possible, looking for possible escape routes or places of concealment. A quick glance towards my brother indicated that he too was searching. He may be soft, but he knew his trade almost as well as me. It seemed that even the fool merchant knew better than to vent his spleen. Which is a good thing for him. If he had decided to shout the odds I would probably have slit his throat to shut him up – if the guards didn’t do it first that is.
The walk from the market to the palace had given me time to think. Why would the vizier summon us to speak with him? Apart from the incident with Garrin I had, against my nature, done as my brother had instructed and laid low. I doubt that he could have done anything to draw the attention of the vizier. I was intrigued to find out what could cause one as high up the social order as the vizier to seek to consort with street scum like my brother, Garrin and I. Still, he better hadn’t leave us waiting for long…
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 22:08:45.
Edited on 2008-07-05 at 00:55:43 by Leoricx
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Caught flat footed...
Garrin slumped to the floor as gracefully as a sack of rocks. For all I cared, the fool could be dead, head cracked like an egg. What really irked me though was that the guards had been able to take me by surprise. Perhaps I had been too caught up with my brothers reaction, but one thing was definitely for sure. It would not happen again.
“Stand still Aban Faheen Asir. The Vizier wishes to see you and that camel loving brother of yours.”
That quip earned the guard a black look. Well, see how funny he is later with cold steel pressed against his throat, and I toyed with the idea of rushing the ham-fisted ox now, but decided against it. Four guards wouldn’t prove much of a challenge – in my experience most guards had a job deciding which end of a sword to hold onto. But, undoubtedly, there were likely to be more guards nearby. For now, the best option was to do as we were told. I watched as my brother bent over the prostrate figure of the merchant. No doubt, he was checking to see if the fool still breathed. It would seem that Garrin skull was up to the task though as he sat up, somewhat groggily. The guard who had bludgeoned Garrin to the ground, the captain perhaps, watched as his colleagues jostled and pushed and, in Garrin’s case, dragged the three of us toward the palace.
I glanced over my shoulder at the guard behind me, squat and as broad as a mountain. “Touch me again,” I growled, “and I swear, I’ll cut out the eyes of your children and feed them to the dogs!”
The squat guard seemed to consider my words for a moment before, once again, pushing me, this time hard enough to make me stumble. This obviously amused the captain as he barked out a laugh. Let him laugh for now though. For, as we were forced through the streets, I brooded on the fact that before the end of the week this city would find itself two guards fewer…
Posted on 2008-07-02 at 13:04:13.
Edited on 2008-07-02 at 13:06:33 by Leoricx
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Blood is thicker than water...
“What have you done brother!”
To anyone else that may have been watching, they probably wouldn’t have noticed the clenching of my brothers fists, the slight narrowing of his eyes and the almost imperceptible quickening of his breath. To be honest, if I wasn’t looking for it, I too wouldn’t have seen. As it was though, I did, and the rush of pleasure that this brought me was almost too much to bear. Things had been quiet since our hurried departure from Quahbul, the Sultan’s own guard snapping at our heels like a pack of hungry dogs, and any excuse to liven things up a little was welcome.
“And one thousand blessings on you too, brother mine. But, tell me, why would you assume that I, Farooq Asir, had done something?” I said, pouting a little in faux-disappointment. “I have merely been visiting the market, doing a little…shopping. After all, was it not you who decided it best if we kept our heads down for a few weeks?”
With carefully managed nonchalance, I walked past my brother to a small water well nearby – a luxury in a smaller town but not so rare in a city of this size. I quickly drew the bucket from out the well, the rope cool, damp and rather unpleasant in my hand, then took a long draught, losing as much of the precious water down the front of my tunic as I managed to drink.
“And what of you?” I said when, finally I had finished, “How has your day been spent? No doubt in ways more righteous and charitable than my own.” I glanced back toward where my brother still stood, eyeing me, but in truth I paid him little heed. From what I had heard around the marketplace and stalls, the only thing faster than Garrin’s temper was the speed with which he would close a sale. I fully expected to see him at any moment, and did not want to miss one second when he eventually showed up. And, with a face the colour of a plum, there he was, crossing the market straight towards us.
This should be fun.
Posted on 2008-06-29 at 20:38:31.
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Topic: Brothers With Arms - Persian Fantasy Adventure
Subject: Greetings brother...
It’s a funny thing about mirrors, no matter how much that image may look like you, it’s always doing the opposite. So when I describe my brother as my mirror image, it is incredibly apt.
Yes, we’re twins. Yes, we both showed an early aptitude for the somewhat seedy skills of the cutpurse. But there’s one really big difference between us; he’s a sap, I’m not. A lesson we were taught early on that I took to heart and he never really seemed to grasp is that you look out for number one first. Perhaps when we were younger, snatching food from stalls and relieving merchants of the odd coin or two we may have dreamed of doing something special, something heroic, something that would take us away from the streets. But I hold those aspirations no longer. I take what I want and when I want it, where as he is more likely to give it to some one legged, plague riddled beggar. More the fool him!
Don’t get me wrong, he’s my brother and I have his back. He’s probably the only person I’d trust to be there for me. If only he’d sort out his priorities. Still, if he felt it necessary to gratify his conscience, let’s see how he handles this. Garrin, a rather large, obnoxious and quick to anger merchant will at any moment discover his days takings have “disappeared”. Imagine his surprise when he finds my brothers dagger left behind. I wonder how that might have got there…
You can’t blame me for grinning when I saw him across the market square.
“Greeting’s brother.”
Posted on 2008-06-26 at 13:01:16.
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