Post by Zaim al-Daleel on Feb 5, 2010 17:00:15 GMT -7
Sharamaaz looked sincerely saddened. "I know not."
Sahra touched Ya'qub's arm, easing the merchant's attention away from whatever scatterbrained ideas he was entertaining at the moment. Recognizing his wife was asking permission to speak he smiled and nodded forcefully, his face a portrait of resigned exasperation. Sahra wanted nothing so much as to be a simple, traditional wife to her husband.
Sahra stepped forward and addressed the giant serpent: "Nabila Sharamaaz, since the night Adila wandered into the Drowned Sorrow's tavern we have embraced our fate, and truly she has smiled upon us for we yet live."
"At times we have been as leaves in a fast moving stream," Sahra said, "with little time to even ponder what role fate would have us play. I would share with you what I have seen..."
Post by Zaim al-Daleel on Feb 5, 2010 17:13:35 GMT -7
"The seal translated says to embrace fate and also that understanding lies through the mists of ignorance. It then says to learn from yesterday, to shape tomorrow. I doubt the words were idly choosen...
"Adila's first words to us, very nearly, were 'Waken, Lions of Tomorrow' and the restless spirit of Imam Suhail himself as he performed healing miracles amoung us, seemed to say as much.
"I think we are the Lions of Tomorrow, fated to find the ninth geomancer. Imam Suhail said that during the last battle the ninth geomancer withdrew to the secret stronghold Tadabbur deep in the ruined kindoms and several years later, the Lions of Yesterday found her and "not a few died trying to enter."
Sahra gestured toward the enscriptions on the walls, then toward the young scholar Shari. "Fate has guided us this far, I believe that if we embrace it she will provide the wind in our sails and light a path in the darkness."
Sharamaaz agreed. "Wise council often comes from the humblest of the loregiver's followers. Now, I'm must make preparations for a journey of my own. I will return to my father's home to guard our sacred temple there.
"You are always welcome there. I entrust my father's faithful friend and servant Taj to your care that he may represent our people in this journey."
"I thank you mi'lady, Sharamaaz." Waleed bows deeply as befitting one of her station. When she is gone, he pursues his line of thought again, "So guys, we can either search aimlessly in the ruined kingdom and let Fate embrace us as we've embraced it, or we can go back to Imam Suhail and seek further wisdom there. What do you think?"
Post by Zaim al-Daleel on Feb 11, 2010 9:37:36 GMT -7
When no one answered right away, Sharamaaz excused herself politely.
After saying farewell to the giant serpentess, you moved out of the shadowy temple and onto the warm sands. The tide had receded with the afternoon sun, leaving your small boat resting on its side far from the rolling surf.
Against the eastern horizon, the Bright Dancer sits beneath the first of the evening stars.
The merchant furrowed his brow, making his already comical face that much more laugh-inducing.
"My lady wife has done a marvelous job of interpreting the message for us," he began with a quick smile to Sahra. Then, turning thoughtful again, "I believe we are to 'embrace Fate,' and push on deeper into the Ruined Kingdoms. From there mayhap Fate will open up her secrets to us."