SiredFox

Mcname: SiredFox

Rpname: Raakul

Hail from: No where

Kadir drops some chocolate bars into a pot of boiling milk. He then starts to stir the contents. “So, back to the desert.. It’s too hot, but at least the horses have space to run around.” He pauses his stirring “I wonder if I can make friends there.” Kadir shrugs “Then the desert wouldn't be so bad.”

RP Name: Arth Kaltblütig

MC Username: SiredFox

Discord: SiredFoxx#3585

What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Al-Faiz

Why Do You Wish To Come?: Adventure / Coming of Age ceremony

What Skills Can You Bring?: Combat/Cooking experience and an optimistic attitude.

So. Much. To. Learn! Great job, guys! Cant wait to implement this!

Arth would march among his fellow Fursaan Al-Saqr, thinking of all the events , both good and bad, that brought him to this moment. “look Mr.Khalid” He’d whisper to himself “I wont let you down.”

Love it! Great job on the post.

Kadir would return to Bayezid, eager to tell him of how weird and tiresome the event he attended was. “Baba!” he’d say “ We must show the Infidels what a real wedding is like. Lets find uncle Bayram a wife!” The young boy would then go on to tell his father all that was wrong with this wedding

Kadir stirs restlessly from the commotion around him. He opens his eyes to see many faces staring at him. As a stray hand reaches into his crib, he grabs at a finger, squeezing with all his might. “hng.. guh.. baba!” He lets out as he wrestles with this intruder. A roar of joyous shouting and laughter erupts around him. Kadir gives a toothless smile, knowing he has won this battle.

After finding out about the coronation, Arth runs to his Mentor "Mr.Khalid, can I go?" He pleads "I think Zu will be there!"

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Arth shouts "I WANT TO SELL BONSAI'S!" repeatedly, as he makes his way to Ameen from Ibraheem's bonsai garden. He is excited to put off training for a bit to partake in this festival.

Arth Delevoye lets out a sigh of relief as the battle is won. ”I’m glad that’s over..” he says to himself, Just as a memory of arrows flying through the city takes his vision. ”The Trees!” He shouts. With legs still shaky from the raid, he sheaths his wooden practice sword and rushes to Ibraheem’s bonsai trees, hoping no harm had come to them.