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The Rise Of Al-Jaysh Al-Nurani As the call for jihad against idolatry spread, many mumineen gathered at the campsite, united in their resolve to destroy the idols that had been erected upon their future home. Friends and strangers alike came to answer the call to jihad, their hearts filled with determination and their minds focused on the task ahead as they sharpen their sayf and prepared their armor as they dedicate themselves to the struggle. Some came armed and ready to fight, while others, unable to join the battle, offered their support through supplies and arms. Stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay in their path, knowing that they did so in the name of Allah. The mujahideen of Al-Jaysh Al-Nurani, had meticulously planned their attack on the shrine of idolatry. Days before their march, they had scouted the area, verifying the shrine's integrity and identifying its weak spots to find the best and effective way to destroy it. As the sun began to rise, the mujahideen soon finished their morning prayers and began their march towards the shrine, their numbers swelled as friends and supporters joined their cause. Among them were the Kwee and some from Clan Lur, who sought to aid in the destruction of the idols. The desert sands resonated with the sounds of their footsteps as they neared the shrine, the mujahideen's anticipation grew. They had expected a fierce defense from the idol worshippers, but to their surprise, no defenders stood to protect the shrine. Some among the mujahideen were disheartened to find no kuffar in sight as they were eager to see battle for the sake of Allah. Some saw this as a sign of the idol worshippers' lack of faith in their own creation, further fueling their resolve to destroy it. Upon reaching the shrine, the mujahideen’s and the kwee wasted no time in springing into action. Some fastened ropes around the pillars, preparing to pull them down, while others, such as those from clan Lur and a few mujahid’s armed with pickaxes, began to hammer away at the idol's base. The air was filled with the sound of metal striking stone, a symphony of destruction that echoed through the desert. With a swift effort, the mujahideen succeeded in toppling much of the shrine to the ground. The sound of the idol crashing to the earth was deafening, a thunderous declaration of their determination to fight against idolatry. The mujahideen called out in triumph towards Allah calling out in praise and reverence further fueling the fire of faith within the believers hearts, others in similar fashion of faith such as clan lur towards their own beliefs. As the dust settled and the remnants of the shrine lay in ruins, the mujahideen stood victorious. Their mission had been accomplished, their faith and determination unwavering. They knew that their work was far from over, but in that moment, they celebrated their victory, a testament to their unwavering commitment to the cause of Allah. On their travels back home, it was said that on of the believers had felt an inspiration and while the journey was long it was held tight to the believers who joined Al-Jaysh Al-Nurani "Stand firm in faith, for we are the vanguard of righteousness, the defenders of truth. With Allah as our guide and our hearts aflame with conviction, we march forward, unyielding and undeterred. Let our actions speak louder than words, Let the enemies of Allah know that we do not fear them, for the mujahideen, our faith is our shield and our courage is our sword. We march forward in the path of Allah, for victory is promised to the steadfast." Will you answer the sacred call to jihad, or will you forfeit the honor to serve Allah Azzawajal? join the Mujahideen of Al-Jaysh Al-Nurani for the sake of Allah Azzawajal!

"Allahu Akbar! May Allah bless their union and see our people thrive!" Debb says as he hurriedly prepare the animals for slaughter for the wedding feast!

After finishing his Salah in worship to Allah, Debb prepared his horse for the journey to join the mujahideen in their fight against idolatry. As he saddled his horse, his heart was filled with determination and a deep sense of purpose. "The Prophet said, 'If you seek Allah's pleasure, Allah will bestow upon you ten times as much,'" Debb recited to himself, drawing strength from the words of the Prophet. "Verily, what Allah says is true." He thought of the Companions of Horen, who had given up their wealth and homes for the sake of Allah, and how Allah had bestowed upon them the dominion of the earth in return. "How can they be ignorant of the blessings of Allah?" he pondered aloud. "Do they have no eyes?" He shook his head. "No, their hearts were hardened and became arrogant and weak-minded, to believe that something created by their own hand would be worthy of worship. May Allah break the Pharaoh's hands." As he traveled the desert, he began his works on creating poems and nasheeds to gather the lion hearted in the jihad. (time to get the propaganda machine rolling lads)

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As Debb emerged from his tent into the cool morning air, the campsite by Hyspia greeted him with a sense of tranquility. However, his peaceful moment was shattered as he noticed a scattered mess of letters strewn across the ground. With a heavy sigh, he bent down to pick up one of the letters, his brows furrowing in frustration. "By the grace of Allah, what is this?" Debb muttered to himself, his voice tinged with irritation. "More troubles to add to my burdens?" the Shepherd mind raced as he thought of the hardships he had endured, "First the massacre of my cattle and sheep, getting shot three time in the back.., the constant threat of darkspawn, taxes though thankfully low now..., I cant even keep mina's in my pouch! whether due to debt or efforts to help pay ransoms for foreign moth-", he stopped himself short as everything weighed heavily on his heart. And now, the mass littering of these letters only added to his frustration as he watch a baby sheep/lamb chewing on the papers in the distance as it seem to have escaped the fence. "I have had enough of this," he vowed, his voice firm. "Someone gonna die for this, or at least pay for this... garbage.... Qiteat min al-qarafi, qad takun nasabahum maleunat wamaleunatan!" he says as he proceed to now clean up the mess

Debb frowned as he passed by noticing this new shrine "Wallahi... if we do move there its the first idol I will destroy... Astaghfirullah. May Allah strike the one who did this, I thought it was agreed this would be our home..."

Debb chewed on a piece of straw, sitting down on a boulder that gave him clear view of the animals he cared for. as he read the missive his face furrows before setting it to the side. "Is it me... or is the church instigating conflict when there should be none... troubling indeed."

The Shepherd’s Plea As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, Debb returned to the outskirts of the camp after spending time and trading with friends in the bustling city of hyspia. However, his joyous reunion with the tribe was shattered by the grim sight that awaited him, as Debb's weary footsteps led him further towards the smoky air, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart, foreshadowing the grim scene that awaited him. The air crackled with tension and blood, his pace quickened until he ran across the swaying sand that shuffled away from his feet with each step growing heavier for Debb. As he rounded the final dune and the camp came into view, Debb's worst fears were realized in the stark and grim fate that had unfolded before him. The animal pens, once a bustling testament to the tribe's prosperity, a place where he sought and care for many young calf to cattle, lamb to sheep, flashback returned to him as he remembered the illness, the miracle of their births and each one personality that he had grown to learn and care for… now lay in ruins, the earth stained crimson with the blood of their slaughtered cattle and sheep. The pungent scent of death hung heavy in the air as Debb peers around the corner finding hundreds of carcasses laid shrewn across the field and inside, a bitter reminder of the savagery that had befallen them. Debb's chest tightened with a mix of grief and rage as he took in the devastation, each fallen a poignant symbol of the tribe's shattered livelihood. "What foul coward dares to strike at us in the dead of night?" Omar said, his voice thick with anger as he surveyed the carnage before them. "They will pay dearly for this affront!" Others nodded in agreement, their fists clenched at their sides as they bristled with a fury that threatened to consume them. For too long, their tribe had suffered at the hands of these unknown assailants, their attacks a brazen challenge to the tribe's very existence. Amidst the chaos, the grand Imam Mehmed arrived, his presence commanding respect and authority as he surveyed the scene before him with a grave expression. His normally serene demeanor was replaced by a steely resolve, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination to see justice served. "We cannot allow this heinous act to go unpunished, We must stand united as one tribe and prepare to strike back against those who would seek to destroy us! We will build a structure around those that remain but trust in Allah! Wallahi! Allah's words are Haqq, Victory belongs to the mumineen. So have faith and patience." His words ignited a spark within the hearts of those gathered, their resolve hardened by the Imam's call. But for many, mere defensive measures were not enough, justice was demanded, and justice must be served. As the night began to break into a soft hue of blue and the camp bustled with activity as palisades were being erected, Debb returned to his tent, his mind consumed with thoughts of the cowards who were sleeping peacefully somewhere. With a sense of purpose, he approached an old cedar chest, a relic of generations past. With a reverent touch, he opened it, revealing the ancient armor that had been passed down through his family for countless years. Each piece bore the scars of battles long fought and victories hard won, a testament to the resilience and valor of his ancestors. As he donned the armor, he felt the weight of history settle upon his shoulders, a reminder of the legacy he carried and the duty he bore to protect his tribe. With every buckle fastened and every strap secured, Debb felt a sense of kinship with those who had come before him, a lineage of warriors bound by honor and duty. As he stepped out into the small golden hue of the sun as it crested above the horizon, the desert breeze brought a new air amongst the land. As the sun rose over the newly fortified palisades, casting a golden hue upon the desert landscape, the nomadic tribe stood united, their defenses bolstered in the wake of the recent attack. Yet despite their best efforts, the identity of their assailants remained shrouded in mystery, leaving them in a state of heightened vigilance and uncertainty. With tensions running high and the threat of further attacks looming, Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams, the shepherd of the tribe, recognized the need for outside assistance in uncovering the truth. And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, he penned an open letter to the people of Aevos, he placed his trust in Allah that the rulers be they from Hyspia, Haense, the Iron horde, or even those who like him work hard in the fields and hills calling upon them to aid in their quest for justice. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “As-salamu alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, may glad tiding and Allah blessing and protection be upon you, and may Allah wrath be upon those who seek harm upon us. To the Honorable People of Aevos, be you a king, Al-malik of vast authority or power, or a humble yet hard working man on the fields. I ask you to hear my Plea. It is with a heavy heart and a solemn sense of duty that I reach out to you in this time of need. My family, known for our resilience and steadfastness in the face of adversity, has recently fallen victim to a cowardly attack, a brazen assault on our livelihoods and our way of life. My name is Debb Bin Abdullah Al-shams, I am a shepherd as my father before me and his father before him, the person whom we seek had dealt a devastating loss to my family and undo many moons of effort and care, my family is know to you most as one who feed their guest and has always given in zakat when able. We had always defended the innocent and gave in good faith. Despite my best efforts, the identity of those responsible for this heinous crime remains unknown, casting a shadow of uncertainty over our community. In our quest for justice, we find ourselves in need of assistance, for we hope to uncover the truth that eludes us. Therefore, I humbly beseech the people of Aevos to lend me your aid in this time of turmoil. If any among you possess knowledge of the perpetrators or have heard whispers of their intentions, I implore you to come forward and share what you know. Let not fear or hesitation deter you, for the pursuit of justice knows no bounds. In return for your assistance, I offer not only my heartfelt gratitude but also a promise of reward for those who aid us in our quest. For any information leading to the apprehension of those responsible or the revelation of their identities, I pledge to reward the bearer with thirty-five heads of sheep, be they living or deceased, as a token of our appreciation. We do not require aid in recuperating our losses, for we place our trust in Allah to provide. We desire only your assistance in the capture or the identity of the criminal at hand. Let it be known that my family stands ready to defend our livelihood and uphold the principles of justice that bind us together. We call upon the people of Aevos to stand with us in our time of need, united in pursuit of truth and righteousness, if you have news or information or in fact the person responsible for the attack, we reside currently at Hyspia outskirts. To the perpetrator and enemy of Allah, Unwelcome guest, how long will you remain deluded? Do you not tire yourself with the sin and disgrace of mistake after mistake? Don't you feel ashamed? Had the old and the wise not warned you? For indeed there is no doubt about their warnings and clear advice, rather you chose to be deaf to their warning and advice. Are you not afraid of meeting your lord? Do you not realize how little time you have left yet choose to turn from Allah for what he has given you? So be warned and take heed, Those who live life dishonorably will end in humiliation. With deepest regards and unwavering resolve, Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams.”

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"Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un, from Allah we come and to him we shall return... May Allah grant their family ease in this difficult time. I wonder if Sheikh Abdur has heard what has happened yet." Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams says as he makes his way back to the qalisheen camp sight to convey the news.

"Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un, for we come from Allah and to him we shall return. may there be ease for her loss." Debb would say passing by Hyspia as he herds the sheep back towards the tribe.

The path of the mumineen Beneath the vast tapestry of the desert sky, where the golden hues of the setting sun paint the horizon in a mesmerizing display, Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams, a young shepherd of his tribe, embarks on a sacred journey to the borders between the desert and Hyspia. His attire, a testament to the tribe's spirit, is adorned with the intricate patterns that echo the undulating dunes. Guiding his flock through the timeless landscape, Debb's voice rises in a rhythmic chant, praising Allah for the bounties and blessings that have sustained his tribe through the relentless sands. The sheep, their woolen coats gleaming under the fading sunlight, move with a serene obedience, as if choreographed by the divine hand that guides their journey. The air, infused with the scent of ancient sands and the faint aroma of desert blooms, carries the essence of Allah's blessing upon this land. Debb's every step is a dance with the shifting winds, a harmony between the shepherd, his flock, and the vastness of the arid expanse. Truly the iron horde spoke the truth, this land was indeed blessed filled with miracles of Allah that their deep desire to protect and safeguard it was worthy, he could not help but feel close to heart with the tough green skin who sweat and work hard under the sun in these vast shifting dunes. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows that stretch across the dunes like veils of mystery, Debb's thoughts turn to the grand tent at the heart of the tribe's encampment. This woolen structure, standing proudly against the winds, has witnessed the ebb and flow of countless stories of a sanctuary where visitors from far and wide have sought shelter and sustenance. Recollections of faces, both familiar and foreign, flood Debb's mind. Friends from neighboring tribes, their laughter echoing through the tent like a cherished melody, break bread in moments of camaraderie. Travelers, weary from their journeys, find solace and respite within the tent's welcoming embrace. foreigners, seeking understanding of faith and trade, engage in solemn discussions beneath the celestial expanse painted on the tent's interior. The memories, etched into the fabric of the tribe's tapestry, recount a myriad of encounters. some born out of friendship, others driven by necessity, and a few sparked by a shared quest for spiritual understanding. Each visitor has left an indelible mark, contributing to the rich mosaic that defines their way of life and the Qalasheen endless hospitality. As twilight descends, the celestial vault above reveals a cosmos teeming with stars, a celestial map guiding Debb through the vast desert expanse back towards his home. Debb, now seated by a flickering campfire, he gazes into the dancing flames, contemplating the interplay of light and shadow. The sheep, gathered under the veil of night, embody the resilience of life in the desert. Debb's heart swells with gratitude, for the trials and triumphs, for the diverse community that finds strength in faith, and for the ever-watchful gaze of Allah over his cousin's through the sands of time. In this sacred moment, Debb finds solace and purpose, his connection to the divine and the Imam Rashidun way of life strengthened. As the desert wind carries the whispers of a thousand stories, the ancient sands bear witness to a shepherd's unwavering faith and the timeless cycle of a tribe's existence guided by the light of Allah. As Debb sits by the flickering campfire, his heart steeped in gratitude, his thoughts weave seamlessly into the fabric of his deep connection with Allah. His mind drifts back to moments within the city of Hyspia, some brimming with warmth and goodwill, while others tainted by the shadows of adversity. In the bustling markets of Hyspia, Debb recalls the resonant melodies of Eric Maor, a young elf boy whose nimble fingers danced across the oud, creating harmonies that echoed through the crowded bazaars as he practiced in the garden by the clinic. Shamil, Debb's cousin, often joined in these musical gatherings, fostering bonds with the diverse inhabitants of the city. One particular memory emerges, the welcoming embrace of Eir Maor, who not only opened her home but also her tailor shop to the two boys. Her generosity and kindness left an indelible mark, transcending cultural boundaries within the vast markets of Hyspia. He remembered the wedding between the two souls, the joy of the tribe despite no relations and of differ faith, the slaughter of lamb which fed the poor in order to seek blessings towards the newly weds and the prayers held asking the lord of the world to bless their lives with children and bounty. Yet, amid the harmonious chords, Debb recalls the discordant notes of zealots who, driven by their fervor for the faith of cannonism, hurled insults and disdain at the mumineen. The echoes of prejudice clashed against the backdrop of the city that Debb and Shamil often visit, creating a mosaic of both acceptance and challenge. Deeper into the recesses of his memories, Debb's thoughts linger on Shamil's tireless efforts in the fields, where sweat and determination became the currency of survival. The image of Shamil being sent to the mines, a harsh reality born out of necessity, casts a shadow on his mind, a reminder of the struggles endured for the sake of the tribe. Past the city, amidst the rural landscape scarred by the now-ended war, Debb recalls the solemn gaze of a soldier who lost an arm in the conflict. The price of conflict, etched into the very fabric of Hyspia, becomes a poignant reminder of the scars borne by those who once stood at the forefront of battles. The final note in this symphony of recollections resonates with the image of a woman, heavy with child, tending to Shamil's wounds. Her caring touch, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, painted a portrait of both happiness and vulnerability. Now, however, the echoes of her weeping in the city reach Debb's ears, a somber reminder that just as Allah blesses those he favors, he can take blessing away in ways we may not understand. Slowly eyes seem to fill the streets and with the winds of change in Hypsia, and sea of troubles that come with many differences. The desert seems to call Debb more closely with his lord, placing his trust in Allah bringing a serene peace to his soul. As the fire flickers, Debb's prostrate in solemn obedience to his lord of the world, remembering a saying amongst the believers. "Indeed come hardship, will come ease for our lord is the most gracious and merciful and loves those who submits to his will." Soon he returned back home just before the sun rose, he saw Sheikh Abdur Rasheed Al-Mona as he made Wudu alongside Yunus Fakhredeen, he saw Zahwah at the corner making dua and Shamil laying down carpets upon the sands as fellow mumineen made ready for prayer, As others reemerge from their tents, the community, resilient and interconnected, stands united beneath the dark yet starburst sky. In this sacred moment, Debb is reminded that the journey, whether through the shifting sands or the bustling city, is guided by the unwavering faith in Allah's wisdom. The tribe, with the vastness of the desert as their witness, continue their eternal dance, submitting to the divine will and finding solace in the promise that after every hardship, ease will surely follow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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As Zubayr began a tear formed in Arslan's eyes, A great memory of his fallen comrades filled his mind, his vision filled with the battle raging before remember seeing the ferrymen banner over cressing the hill, then Saahir joined in, The cheer of the farfolks rang in his ear as the memory of those saviors of that bloody day, Arslan couldn't help but join in with his comrades of the old and proud 33rd Farfolk volunteers in respect and honor of the ferrymen, there friends, hero's, and brothers of the Farfolks. "Remember Bogdan's sacred trust! Remember Caius's warlike thrust! And though thy slumberers with the just Ferrymen, my Ferrymen!!!”" Arslan finished shedding a tear of joy as he then framed the document in the house over the fire place hugging his veteran brothers.

A Call and Warning for Peace Amidst Tensions Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim. Alhamdulillah, all praise is due to Allah who has blessed us with the guidance of Iman Rashidun. Peace and blessings be upon the Prophets, their family, their companions, and all those who follow him until the Day of Qiyam. Amidst the escalating tensions and conflicts that have engulfed nations, I, as a humble servant of peace and as a grand imam of Iman Rashidun, implore all nations to remember the good we have collectively achieved. Let us not forget the countless lives we have touched through our compassion, generosity, and commitment to humanity. Throughout history, we have extended our hands to feed the hungry, to aid the wounded, regardless of their affiliation or background. We have stood firm in honoring treaties and engaging in fair trade, fostering mutual prosperity and growth. We have actively shared knowledge, breaking barriers and building bridges that transcend borders. And most importantly, we have protected and cherished the rights of individuals, irrespective of their faiths, nurturing a world that embraces diversity and coexistence. I remember the days we had once defended Balian in the holy war against the undead amongst as the Farfolk Volunteers in service to King John of balian and our communities had open libraries and broke bread and taught their children in schools, and defended you Cannonist against heretical undead cults and gave them refuge in oasis in trouble times of war and banditry. or have ye forgotten? Remember the history from the days of Al-Mahdi to present day our ancestors and descendants have fought and bled alongside Haense with Stonewall Otto and king heinrich and their lineage. Do you forget the days of trade and medical aid we have given? The bread and arms we have provided in your war against the Vael Order and monsters of lands of old? Or our companionship of the night breaking bread and drink and gifts to one another? Have we ever once raised arms against you? There are many nations we share close ties and affection with, do any can claim we have violated any treaty or companionship as your neighbors? And here we are… refugees to new land with no home and no aid, not one has lent a hand or said a word to us. And now your once trusted friends neighbors and traders whom has never once attempted to break that trust have been wrongfully harmed in your bitter war between yourselves… It is with a heavy heart that I witness the flames of war being directed indiscriminately, with potential consequences for those who have worked tirelessly for peace. We, the people of peace, find ourselves caught in the crosshairs of conflict that was never ours to bear. We understand the complexities and grievances that fuel these conflicts, but let us not turn our collective frustration and anger against those who have stood beside us and most importantly, the innocents. At this moment, I must address a specific concern. The Kingdom of Aaun has launched an aggression against some of the mumineen, our Ummah.. Causing physical harm and suffering among our people and what was left of their property. We call upon the Kingdom of Aaun to halt their aggression and seek peaceful avenues to resolve their grievances towards us. Our desire is not to further escalate the conflict but to restore peace and stability, although we now reside temporarily in Adria it is not befitting our once friends and partners to forget our neutrality in these troubled times. I must also acknowledge the hospitality and kindness extended to us by the nation of Adria. As refugees in Adria, we have found solace and support. Adria has welcomed us with open arms, easing our burdens by providing housing and minimizing taxation until we can gather the necessary funds to rebuild our future nation. We express our heartfelt gratitude to Adria for their benevolence and solidarity during these challenging times. Although we reside there we hold no views or stance on the war that once destroyed much of our old world that seems regrettable will do the same in our new land we now call Aevos. To all nations, including Balian, Haense, Adria and Aaun, I humbly request that you remember our neutrality in this conflict and call on you to intervene and mediate between us. We are not aligned with any particular faction, and our pursuit of peace remains unwavering. If any nation wishes to offer better alternatives or aid us in our endeavors for peace, we are open to dialogue and collaboration. Furthermore, any generous donations towards our reconstruction efforts will be deeply appreciated and acknowledged as a symbol of goodwill. Let us not lose sight of the values we hold dear. Instead, let us reignite the spirit of cooperation and understanding. In times of conflict, dialogue and negotiation should guide our actions. It is through peaceful resolutions that true healing and lasting harmony can be achieved. There are many amongst our ummah who expressed their concerns and I address this now to any and all mumineen that has come to read this, should any further aggression be made upon you send word forth haste.. If in time these attacks on our people do not relent we, together as brothers and sisters in our community, and ummah will respond and I urge you all to remember consequences when the youth of the farfolk ummah awakens… stay steadfast in your ranks and keep faith to Allah for help against the oppression, remember the Al-Mahdi and what Allah said in the Kitab, ‘When you suffer pain they to suffer pain, but you have hope in Allah that they will never have.’ but do not take this as my fatwa to wage war, remember to always seek peace… before the sword… I urge leaders, policymakers, and citizens alike to reflect upon the consequences of turning against one another indiscriminately. Let us not allow the flames of war to consume the bridges we have built, for they are the pillars of hope, compassion, and progress. Together, we can rise above the discord and work towards a future where peace prevails, and the sword is sheathed in favor of dialogue and understanding. May Allah the Most Merciful and Most Just guide us all towards a path of harmony, compassion, and enduring peace. -Signed, Grand Imam of Iman Rashidun, Alim of Kitab al-Salaam and Kitab Al-Hadiths, head of Banu Habib. Sheikh Arslan bin Adel Al-Habib ‘Al-Saddiq’

Auda Kharadeen would smile as he welcome yet another of his dedicated followers "Although we have not met me in life you have honored my name and legacy, welcome to the companions of the seven skies."

A long night passes by and a silent night in balian and Petra alike, a hard fight had occurred between Balian, Petra and their allies against the Ferrymen, and although many Farfolks are serving in the military’s such as the 33rd Farfolk volunteers, many of them felt conflicted, they fought with balian since the jihad against the undead and had served with them many times afterwards, the idea of that conflict between the ferrymen struck hard, they remember the olden days when the Farfolks and ferrymen work side by side defending the old oasis against bandits and raiders, even fought in wars side by side… they weren't like balian old comrades… but family and blood thick and through and although loyalty’s between some felt conflicted one made a song out of spite… out of love for old brothers… and although not sung publicly in the streets of balian it was often done out in the sands where the 33rd patrolled and they sing in remembrance of the ferryman's ferocious prowess that had won them their day… [33rd farfolk regiments while they patrol the desert outskirts] FERRYMEN, MY FERRYMEN! “The despot's heel is on thy sands Ferrymen, my Ferrymen His torches at thy noble door Ferrymen, my Ferrymen! Avenge the patriotic gore! That flecked the roads of Kharassi! And be the battle kings of yore! Ferrymen, my Ferrymen! Thou wilt not cower in the dust Ferrymen, my Ferrymen! Thy bleaming sword shall never rust! Ferrymen, my Ferrymen! Remember Bogdan's sacred trust! Remember Caius's warlike thrust! And though thy slumberers with the just Ferrymen, my Ferrymen!!!” and thus while unbeknownst to any but in the 33rd… for the first time there was division between brothers in the ranks.. [ANYONE who trys to meta this information would likely face report to mods for meta gaming as only members of the 33rd knows of this as its an event line for the 33rd Regiment! Love ya all oocly =3]

Song of the Farfolk Volunteers! Arslan, Aariz and Bakr sat around the illegal campfire in the government courtyard of Balian as they warmed themselves up. It didn't take them long to make a snarky song against the marshal of Aaun and his rebel kingdom, it didn't take long for it to become the 33rd favorite song! “My name is Arslan Al-habib, I'm a native of the Kharasi Oasis I was born among old sandy mist when I was but a child My forefather fought in 'forteen of the Second Age, for Jihad so dear, He fell upon old olive dunes, like an Farfolk volunteer Then raise the flag of Rashidun, boys, the flag we all revere We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Farfolk volunteers! Then raise the flag of Rashidun, boys, the flag we all revere We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Farfolk volunteers! When I was driven form my home by an oppressor's hand I cut my sticks and greasеd my boots, and came o'er to this land I found a homе an many friends, and some that I love dear, Be jabbers! I'll stick to them like bricks and an Farfolk volunteer Then fill your glasses up, my boys, and drink a hearty cheer To the land of our adoption and the Farfolk volunteer! Then fill your glasses up, my boys, and drink a hearty cheer To the land of our adoption and the Farfolk volunteer! Now when the traitors in the North commenced a warlike raid I quickly then laid down my books, to the devil went my spade! To a recruiting office then I went, that happened to be near And joined the good old thirty-third, like an Farfolk volunteer Then fill the ranks and march away! no traitors do we fear, We'll drive them all to blazes, says the Farfolk volunteer Then fill the ranks and march away! no traitors do we fear, We'll drive them all to blazes, says the Farfolk volunteer Now when the Marshal of Aaun came over here, and made a hubbaboo Oh, everybody turned out, you know, in gold and tinsel too, But then the good old thirty-third didn't like these lords or peers They wouldn't give a damn for traitors, says the Farfolk volunteers! We love the land of Honour, its laws we will revere "But the devil take the Aaun nobility!" says the Farfolk volunteer! We love the land of Honour, its laws we will revere "But the devil take the Aaun nobility!" says the Farfolk volunteer! Now if the traitors in the North should ever cross our roads We'll drive them to the devil, as Mahdi Auda did the Ghanyan toads, We'll give them all short nooses that come just below the ears Made strong and good of Farfolk hemp by Farfolk volunteers Then here's to brave Zubayr whom the army now reveres He'll lead us on to victory, the Farfolk volunteers Then here's to brave Zubayr, whom the army now reveres He'll lead us on to victory, the Farfolk volunteers Now fill your glasses up, my boys, a toast come drink with me May Cresent and the Balian Flag united ever be, May traitors quake, and rebels shake, and tremble in their fears When next they meet the Balian boys and Farfolk volunteers! Allah bless the name of King John! that name this land reveres, Success to King John and Peter, and their Farfolk volunteers! Allah bless the name of king John! that name this land reveres, Success to King John and Peter, and their Farfolk volunteers!” [Cheers to Balian and its farfolk volunteers]

Arslan grins as he work now side by side with his brothers in arms! "Inshallah Victory will come our way!"

This is… amazing…. No doubt this will become a trend

*would give rp comment after Ramadan for now reserve ;3*

RAAAAMAAAADAN MUUUBARAK!!! I love all of you ;3 LFG!!!

Faiz would smile enjoying the poem before marking the author on the scripts as to prevent future plagiarism to be placed under poetry in his collection “A great work must always be preserved!” (To verifying I’m basically adding like a verified symbol next to author name XD overall epic poem and keep it up!)

lol u wished