The group of five had descended down below and into the underground city. It was falling apart, structurally unstable and at first, all was quiet. Before the slight sound of chittering sounded and the group met two of the many Gremlins, seemingly praying before a painting.

The painting depicted a turtle with a candle on its back, made from crude dyes to stain the thick leather hanging from the wall, very primitive in nature. The Gremlins were weary but were offered kindness, and so kindness was met in return. The group was brought to the chicken fights, where they were privy to watch the match, where feathers and eggs were passed about, seemingly in a betting fashion.

The chicken on the left had won and amid grumbling, the winnings were passed over. The group continued to follow the Gremlins, and upon having to pay an entry fee, they were admitted seemingly into a sermon, where a stone-slab book was shown and loud cheering sounded as slab after slab was turned as the story continued. The group had managed to befriend the Gremlins to an extent, enough for the Gremlins to allow them to watch what they do but not quite participate as of yet. When the Gremlins had left, intent on their next scheduled event of the day, some of the group went home and some stayed back, making copies of the book on the altar. And through a series of actions, the religious room now having a scorched floor and partially collapsed ceiling.

The group returned home fully soon after.

The next excursion down below being planned to be the next Elven year at the same time.

In celebration of getting our home back, we invite you to our temporary one in Al-Hadirah for an adventure. Before we had taken over the island, there was a underground city, here long before us. Some of us have braved to venture down there, see the historical site and were met with something new or at least to our eyes. Small, green people. They were not Goblins, nor Uruks. Come join us in a few days time, to discover these new beings, whether friend or foe and explore a city and all that it has to offer. If you wish to find out what information there is on the beings before the time, please come and visit or bird me.

Signed,

Sayyid, Princess Esmae Bint Saqr Al-Nabeel.

The First Celebration of Al-Hadirah

[!] Invitations went out to all of Arcas, a invite to a festival within the Qalasheens new home.

Preparations were underway, the island those of Al-Faiz found themself on bustling with activity as carts were moved, tents were built and some, going back to the habits of their nomadic ways. Their home was lost but not their faith, their will to keep going and fighting and making the best of their new situation. Defenses were set up, pits of quicksand found, a mascot declared, Lawrence of Al-Hadirah. The people of Al-Faiz were still in mourning, grieving for those lost, their precious home in flames, yet, they stood strong, strong in the face of adversity. As time went on and eventually, new lives were made, an invitation would go out, to all of those of Arcas. It detailed a festival, one to celebrate and mourn, laugh and love, all together within their new island home, Al-Hadirah.

To welcome in and commemorate a new home for the sovereignty of Korvassa and for the lives willingly sacrificed to ensure the people’s survival, His Majesty, Sultan Al-Mujaddid, hereby announces the date of a festival within the new capital of the Sultanate, now known as Al-Hadirah. All the peoples of Arcas are welcomed and encouraged to attend, so we may all take this step into the future together, grieve for the lives lost but also celebrate the new lives made. We will make merry, with food and music, giving us a time during this calamity to both laugh and cry together.

BY ALLAH’S GRACE

SAYYIDAH, Sultanah Sapphira Al-Nabeel

SAYYIDAH, Princess Esmae Bint Saqr Al-Nabeel

“I beg you forgive an old woman her ramblings... and hope these words find you well.

بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
 

I do not know where my father is buried. Yet I know my mother is buried in Atlas. I was born there too, but all my life has been here, in Arcas. I have found love in Arcas, raised my family here. It was here I was married, gave birth, shed blood for comrades, and helped build a nation from nothing in the sands. Now this land may very well be destroyed.

In my life I have been many things – a foreigner, a wanderer, a poet and a mystic. To most I am a Qalasheen. To some I will always be, above all, a mother and a warrior. I was there when two of my nation martyred themselves, fighting alongside so many others who made the harshest of sacrifices to defend our world against the Void Horror, at the last battle. I was a young woman then, brave and terrified all at once. I knew nothing of the machinations of the arcane, the vast endeavours to study and halt and fight what seemed to be tears in reality, but what I saw that day changed me. I know it changed many others.

I saw Dwarf, Elf, Orc, Human, and all others standing and fighting together against that which would have, should have, sent any sane man running for their lives. I still do not understand all that came to pass that day, but I do know the Descendants had help from mysterious forces, perhaps divine, perhaps something else – of this I know not.

What can be said for certain is that we all fought together, and triumphed, even as all hope seemed lost and the world as we knew it seemed to be tearing itself apart.

Arcas was saved, and now once more is threatened by forces that seek its destruction. Our destruction.

Malfire burns on the horizon even as I write these words.

I have seen firsthand the consequences that come with the scouring of worlds, the fleeing of entire races as refugees, be it a blessing or a curse. The Descendants carry the scars of a world lost in their hearts and souls, of a life taken from them and a heritage wiped away. Our graveyards are small and humble. They do not hold the countless legions of lives lost to us, only in our memories and our dusty tomes do they live on. The largest nations to the smallest villages are all the children of those who fled chaos and destruction, displaced and torn from their homes and the homes of their fathers. The sacred sites of the past exist for us only in stories, yet the crimes of the past live on, the grudges and the hatred still haunt us.

If we could only walk the earth of Aegis, the lands of our collective origin, how different would our lives be? If we visit the tombs of our most ancient ancestors, see the first Cloud Temple where the Descendants first took breath and walked as mortals, tie our souls to the marks of history? Would we realize just how foolish our petty squabbles are, compared to millenniums of lives lived amongst each other? I can think of only one way to find out the answer to these questions. To do so will require doing what has never been done before in our knowledge of history.

To defy and prevent the destruction of a world, our world, and prevent our forced exile from the lands we have fought and bled to make our homes - this is the undertaking I have dreamed of.

Once I read the words of a scholar, who declared the Descendants to be nomads – some, like us Qalasheen, once lived as nomads in the truest sense. living beneath the stars, raising their tents on lands untouched by brick or plow. We chose this life. Yet every nation in this world has been uprooted, not by choice, but by necessity. Before Arcas was Atlas, before Atlas the land of Axios, through the ages back to Aegis... perhaps even further, to lands lost to time, inhabited by those who came before our species?

Ours is a cycle of upheaval, of destruction and rebuilding, of fleeing endlessly into unknown horizons. Is this cycle God’s gift to us, a defence against stagnation, a promise of rebirth? I cannot claim to know. It can be debated to death by scholars before me and after.

But to flee from a fight does not sit well in this heart.

Perhaps I am stubborn, foolishly so, to propose what has doubtless been called for dozens of time by scholars lost to the flood of ideals and philosophy written across the ages. It is this very fact, that of so much knowledge lost to time and the fires of change, that makes it seem almost equally vital for such an undertaking to require a complimentary task of collecting and preserving our cultures and histories, should we indeed be forced to flee to a new world once more. We cannot risk losing everything, should the chance present itself to live another day, another cycle, in a new world.

This declaration, however, maintains that to accomplish a victory over annihilation itself would be a triumph for our nations and for our God, worth risking our lives for. To finally break the cycle, to keep all we have built, to live in the world we were raised in, loved and lost in, to find out what we can achieve without having to start over again – that is worth dying for. For what we have accomplished in Arcas, building anew from nothing that which can be compared to the glories of the past, and even achieving newly found wonders of innovation and triumph, begs the question: what could we accomplish with twice that time? With a foundation to build upon? With a world of nations united by a victory against the forces of annihilation itself, free from the fear of destruction and exile?

I expect your doubts at this proposal. Indeed, I welcome them. Debate is the lifeblood of ideas, ideas the soul of our cultures. Among my people there is a word – Ikhtilaf, difference, disagreement. It is not discord but harmony and growth to us.

I suspect, also, that the words I write may very well be ignored. So be it. I write as a woman who has felt the oncoming of death, who knows and embraces mortality. The author and poet seek immortality in memory preserved by ink, mind, and word: though it be in vain, for only Our Creator is truly undying. I hope only that someone will read these words, and perhaps carry the dream of the nations united against the darkness in their hearts. Perhaps even pass it on to their children, their friends, their loved ones. I seek to leave a spark in the minds of but one soul, at least, before I leave this world.

Maybe one day we can live in peace, without fear of an end beyond that which found my husband – surrounded by those he loves, holding the hand of his wife, with a smile on his face. He was a warrior with courage in his heart, as so many have been across the history of every race. He died a warrior, but a father too, and a lover of peace and life. He will always be with me.

And no matter what the coming days bring to us all, I pray God will always be with you.

الله يكون معاك

- Fatima al’Ihram al’Nabeel,

Humble Servant of God.”

The men of the sultanate dug in, their heart’s roared like the flames from a volcano, erupting in pride, faith, loyalty and dedication that would break the hardest of stones, they dug in indeed. After being informed that their city would be defended by only themselves, their allies abandoning Al-Faiz to save their own cities, they had forgotten the times the Farfolk people rose up to the call to aid them against the world’s threat. Just like the Sultanate of Haria in Axios, it stood firm, then to hold back the undead armies of Akangi, now the demonic armies of the Inferni. 

To the world it has been proven time and time again, that a farfolk is not just a man or a women, they are the heroes of their people, Forever plagued by small numbers, they had always held great heroes AND these Mujahideen, these men who held spear, shamshir, crossbow, bow, ballista, shovel, and axe knew their history well. They know their promise that ALLAH the one and only god has given unto them, to sacrifice their lives and strength and efforts in defending their faith, lands and people and world would be rewarded with JANNAH, Seven skies. So they dug in.

These men knew of their history, of the Janissaries Khalid Ibn Mahmoud And Ashur ibn Mahmoud and their deaths in protecting Santegia against the sea assault of beasts. Of the brave Jihadis of the Amr Al-Saqr who waged a just Jihad against those that murdered the pregnant women in cold blood. Of the mighty first Caliph Faiz Kharadeen, and his jihads against the kaffir and undead. Of the Sultan Fakhri Kharadeen and his Jihads against the Armies of Akangi. Of the Mighty Al-Mahdi Auda Kharadeen and his Jihads against the Farfolk oppression. Of the Caliph Murad Kharadeen and his jihad against the September prince! Of the martyred janissaries Zubayr and Batool against the voidal horrors and their sacrifice! 

These stories, their countless history of bravery and heroism, in defiance of tyranny and in support of justice and right pounded in their hearts like the drums that rang and destroyed the walls of Ghanyah.

With the blessings of Allah they continue to dig in, WITH OR WITHOUT the world! For they know that their swords shall ring, and their shields splitter, and the blood shall stain the sands, but not until many of these demons laid in the sand for the dune wolves. Like the Knights of Khalid Al-Nabeel and his knights of the White Wolf, And Fahad Al-Nabeel and his brave Saqr Regiment, They will stand firm, and united. Cunning like Perditus and his Anti-Terrorism efforts and unfoiling of the plot of the traitors. Cold like ‘Al-Barrid’ Bernhardt, they will be ruthless against the demon horde.

Allah has blessed them with Mujahideen from around Arcas, Secret followers living within the nations, who heard the call of jihad and answered with open heart, they had left their families, their women and children for the just cause. With the small swell in ranks moral lifted, and just like the Al-Mahdi Auda Kharadeen raised jihad along side STONEWALL OTTO to fight the undead armies that besieged Haense in Atlas, they remembered and the song the men of Jihad sang as they marched, the air filling the same tune, but change of words so that they may relate and honor the heroes. 

♪We will campaign to Korvassa,

 anybody can come to our province,

 but only come if you are brave,

 only if you pass the bloody Dune.

We will campaign to Inferni,

 anybody can come to our province, 

but only come if you are brave,

 only if you pass the bloody Dune,

 but only come if you are brave,

 only if you pass the bloody Dune.

Listen to the words of the brave men, 

let us get down to the sands, 

come only if you can wear the shirt of death,

 come only if you can wear the shirt of death

Listen to the words of the brave men,

 I pander to my beauty’s whims, 

the real daughter of Korvassa,

 come if you can take her away,

 the real daughter of Korvassa,

 come if you can take her away.

Blood flowing through the sword,

 come if you can face it♪

Though soon after a rider came within the town, baring news. Their brothers, the men of Haense, made a march to aid in the defense, they remembered, and so will Al-Faiz, Haense coming to give aid and support against this plague of demonic hordes, just as the Sultanate did in the past.

True brothers never forget, and will never abandon one another. Together they will struggle side by side, as the world watches. These men, these heroes will make their stand proudly, In defiance of cowardice, they will stand firm, Haense is the first, who shall follow suit next?

((Much love to our Haensetic brothers btw for their efforts and bravery o7 We shall remember always <3))

صقر النهاش

Saqr Al-Nahash

“Falcon Snapper”

History & The Necessity

The Korvassan dunes often held many prey despite its desolate and harsh environment, holding a number of different animals, commonly as Desert hares, Impalas, Lions, dune wolves, desert foxes. All holding a great deal in common, Speed and camouflage, For long hunting in Korvassa was dangerous and most time fruitless, to get into range of most prey, one would have to get decently close, Have a good aim, and not be seen. 

Though these animals held greater advantages to stay alive and survive in this harsh desert where it was a matter of life and death, not only from descendants that ventured forth but for the local animals who had to hunt to survive, Desert hares, Lizards, Birds and others faced Dune Wolves, Desert Foxes, Falcons and Hawks, while Impalas, Oryx, Camels, Elephants faced larger predators such as Desert Lions, Cheetahs, Dune Wolves and more, let alone the great beasts such as Sand worms and many rare and exotic creatures that live in the world. To survive in such a harsh climate they adapted to having a great eye sight, camouflaged furs and skins, great speed, and fighting capabilities.

The Qalasheen that settled within the dunes often hunted, being skilled in walking the sands, raised upon it, their eyesight as well was sharp, but they were humans, they did not have fast speeds like most desert animals, For Camouflage they used a variety of things, having to learn and adapt fast, as the desert’s dunes changed, storms were often, and water sources covered and lost. Another thing that went against them was their crossbows and bows, though they can go long distances like most ranged weapons, it did not have enough kick to kill larger, more acceptable and worthwhile prey. Not only did this pose an issue, the Qalasheen always had difficulty with numbers, living in such harsh environments, opposing tribes or foreign powers always stood as a threat to them, which called for a need for a weapon that could guarantee a better fighting chance, range, and multi use.

This was soon to come to pass, as a veteran in the Sultanate of Korvassa, Saeed Ibn Hamzah Faheem, would begin the works of the following weapon. Being conscripted into the army during the Rubern war, also known as the eighteen years war at age nine, he had been forced to adapt to the understanding of wars, being exposed to the many weapons of the northern cultures, their crossbows and such, he also learned that in war thinking outside the box and creative ways of fighting often and always have gave the upper hand, traps, weapons and such always needed to be made and used to adapt. When the war was over, he continued his career in the military, to keep sharp and fit, he and his fellow men trained but most often hunted, and fought against banditry that often tried to prey upon the Caravans that kept the sultanate aware and afloat. Though now with the Inferni invasion upon Arcas, right outside the Sultanate’s Capital the call for new forms of warfare and weapons were at its peak, and like all things of adaptation it was to kill or be killed. Saeed Son of Hamzah Faheem, of the Faheem family came from a family born and raised in wars, always prepared to create new innovative ways to defend the farfolk people and in the cause of Jihad. Took to his ancestors' past and began creating this new weapon. He would name it “Saqr Al-Nahash” in honor of his family’s history.

How it works & made

Taking the resemblance of a Crossbow and similar function of one, the “Saqr Al-Nahash” would hold a few noticeable differences than its relative. It would hold not only one bow but a smaller reinforcing bow for strength and support, as well as two bows atop one another, to provide extra power and range being slightly reinforced with Qalasheen Steel. Though with such a powerful draw, the weapon was difficult to pull the drawstring back, so like all adaptation, a crank was added, making it easier to pull the the draw spring back, once the string was ready, it would lock into the trigger’s hold, so when firing the crank did not spin or injure the user. At the front of the bow, the stirrup had two strange sharp points where normally there would not be any, reasoning behind this was mainly cultural and environmental, difficult to use the stirrup in the sands, the sharp ends held it in the dunes firmly, though with the adding of a crank, one could pull the drawstring without the stirrup, so why was it added? It was added for a source of close quarters combat but only as a last resource. Another thing added was a carved hole, with a carved sight to help aim and give aid in accuracy. Overall it works like a normal crossbow, but requires an experienced carpenter to make it. Another thing of note like the crossbow, it used bolts, and depending on what you were hunting or fighting, depended on the caliber of bolt you used.

At these dire times, a halfling priest, known by Jago Brownfolk, took arms against the inferis, along with the brave people of Al-Faiz.

Alas, the fight was turned into a fatal consequence for the halfling.

The moment of his death was brief. the inferis fired a devastating retaliation fire against the Al-Faiz people, raining them with hundreds of arrows. on that very moment, Jago saw his longtime friend, Ioannes Palaiologos, was about to be struck by those arrows.

On his small body, tents of arrow bolts pierced, made some fatal wound. With it, he met his last moment

he died a heroic death, and may his soul resides within the Seven Skies

In nomine Patris, et Horenus, et Exalted Honorem, amen.

Jihad Al-Akbar!

[!] An open letter to all of arcas pinned to every board,post, and mailbox!

“As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh my brother and sister in iman rashidun, May Allah protect us and bless us inshallah, Before we begin, praise be to Allah, the most merciful, the most gracious, all praises are due to him and him alone  and nor do we associate him with partners and may Allah forgive us and open our hearts for the sake of Allah.

 My brothers and sisters I come to tell you who believe in the oneness of Allah to tell you the news of our time!

Shaytan has sent an army of his servants and those who worship him to wipe those of this earth off the map. Across the countryside many have fallen and been slain by demons and their horde, untold numbers of cannonist, druids, followers of the red faiths, mumineen have been slaughtered by this inferni army.

Therefore with a gladden heart I have deemed it fit to issue to you the promise of the seven skies by seeking Allah's pleasure through jihad Al-Akbar! With this EVERY ABLE BODIED MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD! Are to take up arms in the name of Allah and make their way to join the ranks of the mujahideen!

Rise up to the call of Jihad my brothers and sisters and defend your rights with al-haqq and remember your ancestors many centuries ago who by the grace of Allah cast shaytan to the nether. Remember Allah promise to those who fight in jihad, for those who die a shaheed will be granted the highest level in the seven skies no matter your race, you will gain the pleasure of meeting your maker and and enjoy the fruits of jannah! And your spouses handpicked by Allah will await you there! Do not miss the chance to earn Allah's most blessed reward! Allah yes for those who fight in Jihad not only Will Allah promise him the rewards of the Akhira he promises them reward on the dunya as well, for those who fight in jihad reward will be as if you have completed thousand of years of hajj and salah without a second wasted during that time, subhanallah!

 Verily in this Jihad of our time it will echo in the times of history that our children and grandchildren and many generation after us will remember and send their blessing to those who sacrifice their wealth and lives for the sake of Allah supana watallah, and surely those who join the ranks of the mujahideen will be honored on the day of judgement as they will be side by side with Allah supanwattalah!

Come forth in arms with cry’s of ‘ALLAHU AKBAR!’ Upon your tongues and steadfastness in your hearts! May the black flag of JIHAD never fall until victory is assured or martyrdom awaits us! For those who wish to join in jihad come forth and declare your oath before Allah for your unwavering support and faith in our struggle! Those Who seek only Allah's pleasure meet me to join the Shaheed brigade!

Remember the two great deeds for the sake of ALLAH!

MARTYRDOM OR VICTORY!”

-Signed by Grand Imam Antar Ibn Karim Al-Sham

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Should you join the jihad come to Al-Faiz and join the mujahideen, should you wish to join the shaheed brigade fill out this application and meet me irp at Al-faiz

(Pay will be done via drugs ;3)

Ooc:

Rpname:

Reason to join:

Mujahideen or Shaheed: @boomboxdoom23 for mujahideen @adamc2000 for shaheed

(Shaheed brigade only) are you willing to pk for the sake of Allah?: yes or no

The Sayyid, “Al-Mujjadid”, the Sultan of Korvassa, Sheikh of Al-Faiz and Prince of Vitenna, hereby announces the date of his wedding to the Lady Sapphira Loretta, regent of the Principality of Vitenna.

His Majesty henceforth invites the following to this joyous occasion, and hopes you will all join him in celebrating the union of the South.

Invitations

The Kingdom of Haense and its peoples.

The Free State of Sutica and its peoples.

The Orenian Empire and its peoples.

The Sovereign Nation of Talons Grotto and its peoples.

The Hegemony of Renelia and its peoples.

Special Invitations

The Royal Nabeel Family.

The Farooq Family.

The Al-Shams Family.

The Faheem Family.

The Kaltbütig Family

The Edwards Family.

The Royal House Barbanov.

The House Kovachev.

The House Baruch.

The House Ruthern.

The House Kortrevich.

The House Wick.

The House Stafyr.

The House Vanir.

The House Othaman.

The Kaeronin Family.

The House Barclay.

The Stjorn Family.

The House Amador.

The House d’Arkent.

The wedding shall take place on the fifthteenth of Sun’s Smile. (7/5/2020, 3 PM EST) It shall be held in Korvassa’s capital, head down the road past Sutica, you will find a boat, take it and follow the road to the Capital.

A map drawn by cartographers would be placed on the invitation.

Signed,

SAYYID AS’SADAAT, Ameen “Al-Mujjadid” Al-Nabeel, Sultan of Korvassa, Prince of Vitenna, Sheikh of Al-Faiz, Duke of Fonsi, Sword of Allah, Defender of Faiths, Defender and follower of Al’Iman Rashidun, Supreme Leader of the Qalasheen, Defender and Protector of the Farfolk people, Commander of the Sultanate’s Armed Forces, Sovereign of Korvassa

This document hereby announces the union of The Sultanate of Korvassa and the Principality of Vitenna, consolidating the two peoples as one.

The Principality of Vitenna shall be absorbed into the Sultanate, the people of Fonsi having already been relocated to Al-Faiz prior to this announcement due to unforeseen circumstances.

The people of the ever-growing Sultanate and the Principality shall rejoice at this new step in their relationship. 

The Sultanate of Korvassa hereby grants to the people of Vitenna:

• Nobility to the Houses of Napoliza, Edwards, and Palaiologos.

• Homes for all of Fonsi’s remaining citizens.

• Shops for those who require them.

• A tax exemption for the duration of one Qali month.

The regent of Vitenna, Sapphira Loretta, wishes it to be known that the Sultanate has offered this out of the kindness of their hearts, for no possible gain to themselves, and therefore  has ordered that the remaining gold belonging to the treasury of the Principality be given to the Sultanate and that the arms and horses of La Coeranza di Vitenna be given to the Sultanate’s Armed Forces posthaste. 

The titles of  "Duke of Fonsi" and "Prince of Vitenna" will be given to the Sultan, and the title of ”Count of Pestilles” will revert back to the de Alence family. 

In order to cement this union, a marriage between the Sayyid, Sultan Al-Mujaddid and Lady Sapphira Loretta, Regent of Vitenna will take place in the near future.

Signed,

SAYYID AS’SADAAT, Ameen “Al-Mujjadid” Al-Nabeel, Sultan of Korvassa, Prince of Vitenna, Sheikh of Al-Faiz, Duke of Fonsi, Sword of Allah, Defender of Faiths, Defender and follower of Al’Iman Rashidun, Supreme Leader of the Qalasheen, Defender and Protector of the Farfolk people, Commander of the Sultanate’s Armed Forces, Sovereign of Korvassa

Lady Sapphira Loretta, Regent of Vitenna, Lady of House Napoliza

The Sultanate of Korvassa is a peaceful state, accepting of all those in need and troubled. It has been able to maintain its peace and stability for many years. To many of the other Nations of the South it is a pillar of justice, that one may only try to replicate. However, in recent times, His Royal Majesty, Sultan Al-Mujaddid and his domain have been threatened by the Principality of Virabay. Our neighboring ally, The Principality of Vitenna, our dearest ally and friend, sits in our established, and recognized land. It is seen as disgraceful, for High Prince Johnathus to threaten to step foot in our lands with the intention of Invasion, and we cannot allow him to do so. For any hostile incursion attempted on the Desert of Korvassa is a direct assault on the Sultanate itself. We do give you one qali day to pull your troops back and for us to once again continue in these times of peace. For war is never the immediate answer to any situation. If you do however come to the unfortunate decision to continue your campaign, The Sultanate shall respond swiftly and without hesitation, Let ALLAH guide us all to the righteous path in this world. 

_____________________________________________________

Issued and Signed by

SAYYID AS’SADAAT, Ameen “Al-Mujjadid” Al-Nabeel, Sultan of Korvassa, Sheikh of Al-Faiz, Sword of Allah, Defender of Faiths, Defender and follower of Al’Iman Rashidun, Supreme Leader of the Qalasheen, Defender and Protector of the Farfolk people, Commander of the Sultanate’s Armed Forces, Sovereign of Korvassa

Cleansing of Bandits

The mighty soldiers of the Sultanate were in their luxurious lounge, smoking their hookah with their many harems. All of a sudden the Chadlets heard something from outside of their impenetrable walls. Who could that be they wondered? The fearless soldiers went out to see what it was. What they found was the Master Thieves Guild rallied at their full force! With their parents' permission they had come to the city to try and plunder the very wealthy people of Korvassa. Though when they saw the soldiers of Allah come into their presence their pants seemed to have changed in their dryness… When the leader saw this he ran as fast as he could and was chased before he drowned himself in fear. The rest of the Guild were captured. The forgiving men of Korvassa tried to give them the option of ending their evil ways and going as freemen. But one of the men pulled a knife out of nowhere! The knife ricocheted off of the armor of Saeed Ibn Hamzah and flew right back into the man. He pleaded to be killed in mercy of his sins and pain. In his request the Men of Al-Faiz killed him and presented his body for the world to see what happens to the bandits that tried to loot the Sultanate of Korvassa. 

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A wedding in the Sands

[!] Fliers are found with the wax stamp of a Desert wolf and Snow Owl
 

“Salaam Alaikum, Peace be upon you dear reader. We humbly invite you to the wedding of Bride and Groom Damon August and Wyrde Kaeronin. The wedding is being held in the Sultanate of Korvassa’s Capital, Al-Faiz. We will host you with open arms within her Masjid, where these two will become officially connected together in this life and the next. Gifts are welcome, but not necessary. ”

Invitations:

The Sultanate of Korvassa and its peoples.

The Kingdom of Haense and its peoples.

The principality of Vitenna and its peoples.

The Free State of Sutica and its peoples.

The Orenian Empire and its peoples.

The Sovereign nation of Talons Grotto and its peoples.

Special invitations:

The Farooq Family.

The Al-Shams Family.

The Faheem Family.

The Kaltbütig Family

The Royal Al-Nabeel Family.

The House Napoliza.

The Edwards Family.

The Royal House Barbanov.

The House Kovachev.

The House Baruch.

The House Ruthern.

The House Wick.

The House Stafyr.

The House Vanir.

The House Othaman.

The Kaeronin Family.

The House of Barclay.

The Stjorn Family.

House Amador.

OOC:

Date: 6/16/20 this Tuesday

Time: 3PM EST

Where: The Sultanate of Korvassa’s Capital, head down the road past Sutica, you will find a boat, take it and follow the road to the Capital!

Map: 

Frost on a summer day;

All I leave behind water

That has washed my brush

-=Music=-

A warm summer day, Toyatomi Ashigawa walks down the path, strolling along he’d cross a bridge, Looking over the water flowing down the stream, He’d see a man approaching, After meeting the man whom was his father, Toyatomi Soon found himself down by the river a few moments later, the time passing by almost instantly seeing his father, the lake, the bridge, all a blur or even an illusion. 

Toyatomi tried to keep his head clear of all thoughts, but the guilt for that awful day he left untold his whole life. It’s too much, He was filled with Grief for his father from that traumatic event, he looked down from where he was to look at the river, he’d slowly sit down, somehow before him sat a quill and a few other inks, he saw two birds in the tree in the distance and thought to himself he wanted to picture that forever, within him he had to preserve what he couldn’t that dreadful day.

he began to paint.

after his painting was finished he admired it, and wrote his little note to his family, he only left a three elaborate lines he wished to share

Frost on a summer day;

All I leave behind water

That has washed my brush

Sooner that day he admired the painting, before he noticed a sharp pain in his stomach. like a long thrust into his lower torso, It was him, he stabbed himself.

Later he covered the wound with his clothing, and lay down and closed his eyes, never to open again.

The painting sat beside him all tightly wrapped up in a leather case, with the note inside.

Soon to be found by his family and clan

Forever Ashigawa