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Username: APurrfectPossum Character Name: Hasan Bin Salman Al-Haybah Affiliation: Empire of Man. Desired Rank : Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: The trials of honor & The battle of Eldmyr

“Within the sacred house, they shall stand before their Rabb, and the Imam shall join them in the name of the Most High.” Kitaab Al‑Salaam 12:4 Across the lands of Azuras, messengers ride with parchments sealed in gold and indigo wax. These invitations call both kin and allies alike to gather at the Qalasheen Estate. There, beneath the fluttering banners of green and under the watchful eyes of the Almighty, the union of Zubayr Bin Shaamil and Eirene de Senna will be celebrated. The estate’s courtyards will be adorned for the occasion, filled with the scent of fresh herbs and the soft murmur of fountains, as families and friends converge to witness a bond forged in faith, honor, and long‑awaited joy. THE CEREMONY WILL INCLUDE: THE SERMON: Within the Masjid of the estate, the appointed Sheikh will deliver a sermon to bless the couple and their families. His words will speak of patience, unity, and the virtues of companionship, guiding Zubayr and Eirene as they embark upon their life together. THE DECLARATION OF VOWS & THE BRIDAL GIFT: After the sermon, the couple will be summoned before their gathered witnesses. There, they will speak their vows, solemn promises made before kin and the Almighty. In accordance with tradition, the Bridal Gift will then be presented, symbolizing honor, provision, and the sacred bond between husband and wife. THE CELEBRATION FEAST: Following the formalities, guests will be welcomed to the seaside gardens of the estate. Tables will be laden with Qalasheen dishes, fragrant herbs, and sweet confections. Blessings, and the exchange of gifts will fill the evening as the families rejoice in the new union. FORMAL INVITATIONS: His Imperial Highness and Majesty, and their family The Imperial Dragonknights House De Senna The Banu Assad The Banu Rashid The Banu Haybah The Banu Ogaadeenle All Members of the Banu Shaheed The Barclays of Reinmar The Mighty Kiyo Kuni The Kingdom of Numindel The Kingdom of Norland The Family of Winburgh The People of Valwyck The People of Alba Any Citizen of the Empire and its allies SIGNED, SAYYID, Sir Zubayr Bin Shamil Al-Assad, The Sandsworn SAYYIDAH, Eirene de Senna [OOC INFO]

Eirene de Senna passed by the poster hanging on the Qalasheen notice board, smiling before looking around to see the many decorations that they'd put up already. Sadly she couldnt attend, perhaps she could stop by a different time and congratulate them! Hasan would be working in the smithing place, wiping the sweat from his brow as he watched his brothers decorate the estate. "Alhamdulillah." He would simply utter before sticking the sword he was working on back into the burning furnace. Shroom would help with decorating the estate, leaving behind traces of her presence in the form of neatly taken care of mushrooms potted in handpainted pots.

10/10 best lotc religion 😁

Eirene sat beneath the wide-leafed spruce tree, letting the steam of her Qalasheen coffee curl gently against her face as she savored the calm of the morning. When the courier stepped into the garden, she straightened with a sudden, bright hope. Her twin, At last. After years of silence, had finally written her. She smiled, almost laughed as she broke open the envelope. But as she unfolded the parchment, her breath caught. Eirene’s smile quickly faded, her eyes filling with tears as she clutched the letter to her chest. Her younger sister’s passing was still an open ache, and now this devastating goodbye from her twin carved that wound wider. The garden’s warmth seemed to drain away, leaving her sitting in silence beneath the spruce tree, holding the last words she would ever receive from Leif, and Eirene into a ugly crying mess.

The garden was quiet when the messenger came, sunlight spilling like gold over the pages of her book. Eirene looked up, brushing a leaf from her sleeve as the seal broke beneath her thumb. She read the missive once, twice, her breath catching at the weight of its words. For a long while, she said nothing, only closed her eyes and pressed the parchment to her heart. “May the Most Merciful guide and guard them.” Hasan Bun Salman Al-Haybah read the missive and felt his heart burn with resolve. “Alhamdullilah..” he whispered, for the chance to defend what was sacred. He laid his shamshir upon the whetstone, striking it 3 times which sent sparks leaping like fireworks, He made sure to check the draw of his Saqr al-Nash while lifting his gaze eastward, murmuring, “Inshallah, we can finally rid this world from these vile beings..”

✠ Legal Name: Eirene Augusta de Senna ✠ Age: 42 ✠ Residence in Rotesberg: Grensewacht 1 ✠ I cast my vote in favor of…: ✠ Ezra Helenus de Senna

Zahwah would whisle for her Screowl to return to her shoulder as she turned to face Shamil, her eyes grew wide in shock upon hearing what had transpired in Hyspia. "Ya Allah... May Allah soften their hearts."

Zahwah would be seen picking the prettiest flowers for Nayla's wedding bouquet.

Zahwah would sharpen her sword and arrows after practicing on a dummy labeled "Kaffir". She was but a child, but would happily fight for the sake of Allah!

Zahwah would continue to make dua after the group finished their prayers. She prayed for good health, both for herself and the people she cares about. She prayed for Allah to strengthen her imam as she was on her journey to re-discover her culture and faith. She prayed for the safety of the farfolks, for them to stay strong in these harsh times. She prayed to Allah, her creator.. Praying so hard she ended up falling asleep on her prayer rug.

Eid mubarak everyonee!

@ibraheemc2000 I love you very much habibi, Your very fun to be around, i really apriciate how kind and sweet you are and that you always take time to listen! Ramadan Kareem!

Masira watched the young boy ride off, her face wettened by recent shed tears. She overheard the convorsation he had with her uncle, the man who took her under his wing at such a young age. She felt troubled with his departure, but knew.. as a fellow qalasheen how important a worthy jihad was to them. All she could do was pray, pray to Allah for his save return.

Arwa Bint Hakim Zarkan huddled close with her children as her husband declared the period of fasting. She made soft prayers and dua's to their creator while conforting her children through this rough and terrifying storm. "Ya Allah.. Dont give us more then we can bare."