The Council of Sarkun

Adrahal speaks simply, as is his way in concerns involving such savage acts against what his ideals of Maalik society uphold.

"As is right in dealing with such barbarians, I vote we make slaves of them all. Those who do not enter the glorious mind of Maalik may surely work under its yolk at the very least. As is such with slaves, they may earn their betterment over time, and perhaps maybe their sons and daughter will be the proper heads that those savages are unable to form."

Under the heavy symbol of Aqil, poised at the delegatory station is one man known as Adrahal of Tisuuk. This man, usually calm, expresses a displeased anger on his face, and those most near to his person are further from him than usual. The eyes of Adrahal are weighty, and seem as if they could tear a mercenary down with ease. He occasionally glances to the Aranek champion, his gaze only strengthening upon his person, before shifting about the room. Adrahal, unlike his common nature, carrys a weapon into this courtroom. At his side is a heavy scepter, lined at the head with magical metal and a large cardonium gem, while the shaft secretly serves as a barrel for a mighty firearm.

Adrahal waits impatiently for the others to arrive, one hand holding up his head, and the other tapping a finger against the haft of his great scepter.

Lady Cassandra and Thana Jalia are present.

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There is a low, deep rumbling as the Aranek dignitaries speak among themselves. After a few words pass in their own language, Chalcatu casts a glance Adrahal's way. He turns away, but an audible, grumbling chuckle can be heard.


The Techno-mages of Fadilla enter the hall. A brief moment of hesitation passes among the three as they notice the Aranek, but nevertheless Qusay moves to his chair, while his Storm-Guards take of position either side of him. He gives a curt nod to Adrahal, before clasping his hands before his mouth, waiting for the other's arrival.



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There is little play or question in Adrahal's voice, as he situates himself up, and speaks. He does so fluently, with agitation bleeding from within him into his tone.

"IWhat is this great and terrible, insulting presence in front of me? Aranek, in Maalikite council!? What foulness is this, look, they touch our stands and hold their heads high. Someone, any good citizen, give them the yolks and bar them from raising their heads, that they might look at our glorious cities! This is an /insult/ to all of Maalik, and to what end? What possible reason could we have to invite /lessers/ into this chamber!? I came here to respond to confirmed reports that my people, actual people, were drawn out of their homes in droves, taken to some black fate. I half suspect it was the lizardling across the parapet that has done this, to feed some craven hatchling human flesh and lies of a greater life in ignorance instead of in our pens."

Qusay speaks from his chair - "I find I must concur, good Chairman of Tisuuk. Whatever we have to speak of in this hall is not for the ears of savages. Their entry into this hall is intolerable, Olm. This before you have even explained what has happened to Rashid.

The delegation of Ha'dri enter the council chambers just in time to hear Adrahal's voice. The four brightly robed and gold-clad ha'dri chitter and hiss amongst themselves as they take their places. The group remains silent before a much simpler clad translator moves forward, clearing his throat as one of the insectoid creatures hisses into his ear.

"You forget yourself, Lord Adrahal. My people and those of the...Esteemed Chalcatu were here long before your apes set foot in our lands and we shall be here long after your 'glorious' cities have been reclaimed by the wilds. In any case the attack on Rashid has nothing to do with the Aranek, as much as your blind prejudice would like you to believe. We saw the colours, the flares and then the darkness spread over the city you call Rashid. Marcus Olm, the man who claims unity and co-operation has deceived you. Over Rashid we have seen the blackness that has not been seen for many thousands of years. The Slumbering One, Nazzem, as your race knows him and ally to the Dread Lord has returned at the call of Olm. We for one demand an explanation as to why Olm has scarified this entire city to the Sleeping God and if he plans to do so again."

The Ha'dri straightens up, moving away from the translator and back to the other three members of the delegation, mandibles preening together as he exchanges a few more chirps and growls with his companions.

It is a short time after being replied to that Adrahal would compose a reply. His stature would remain composed, respectful, and without sign of assault, while his words flare with a deeper malignance that matches his eyes..

"Aqil boasts no champions, only the faithful whom will work for a more united Maalik way. The closest to a champion would be myself, and while I would be willing to make meeting with these... beings in a contest of anything involving a redeeming quality, I do not believe myself as a person to be wholy better than them. I believe in humanity, the strength of man and will, the Maalik way as it has been since we carved these lands. This is what I believe, and why I believe their present is an /affront/ to this council. Lord Olm, as Lord of the Unified Maalik, you must recognize this creed as just. Similarly, why would they want to speak and make amens now with me, when they have done well enough taking and claiming my people for butchery or whatever terrible fates await in those black marshes."

Adrahal of Tisuuk works more leniently with his eyes, similarly so with his words, seeming to calm as those words are said, but not begrudgingly so much as if a weight has been lifted free from his shoulders.

"Then it shall be death, of one or another; however, I will assign myself such later, for this is a place of speaking and minds. I retract my earlier words, as even .../they/... are capable of such. They may be here to speak, and so I may hear them; but they will know that I hold true to the Maalik way, and that Adrahal of Tisuuk is not a cruel man, but one whom follows the honor held in his heart."

The chairman of Aqil corrects himself in his chair, giving a few nods, situating himself respectfully in his chair. He looks round towards his fellow members of the council, even those of the Aranek and the Ha'dri. To each he give his calm, cool, confident smile. The Ha'dri and the Aranek experience this a short time longer.

"This will not be a cause of further interaction. We may speak now of pertinent matters, if it so pleases the others.."

The Ha'dri representatives.

The assembled ha'dri chitter and chirp as they hear Aqil speak. Even to one completely alien to their race it's painfully obvious that they're laughing. After a moment the four compose themselves and the individual that appears to be the leader leans forward, hissing to the translator who relays the representative's words to the council.

"The Ha'dri enjoy a fight, this much is no secret but matters of honor and insult are also often decided by the other important displays; be it dance, art or song. That said, we believe that these forms of art are beyond you at any rate."

Qusay looks among the people of the Council Hall, tensions still rife in the air. He clears his throat, as to draw attention to himself before speaking.

"We have come here to speak; to have a meeting of words; let us then speak. As the new and rightful master of Mushin, Olm, the... natives shall remain. It is only my concern that what is spoken of here is to be said between only we lords of Maalik alone, united, yet equal. Whatever may happen in the future, they are not yet one with us.."

Qusay tips his head in deference to Marcus. "Yet you have the right of it."


"You have called us here to address the most disturbing news of the fall of Rashid; I must profess a certain amount of distress at this news. Though the Shah was not a friend, he was an old and powerful mystic, and a follower of our ways. It disturbs me more that Nazzem, sleeping enemy and devourer of mystics, has returned to Aeria. But I stay my judgement; let us hear your words, Olm, master of Mushin."

Adrahal of Tisuuk Nods towards the Ha'dri representative. Speaking quickly after he speaks,a nd then being silent as to not further hamper matters.

"You would in fact be very right, speaker. For Aqil is a land of farmers, of hard work and hard labor. Little other than the fight of life and a pride of being is instilled in my people. The skills of praise learned in your arts are lacking in the lands I helm. This is not unfortunate, but necessary, to the function of the people as a whole."

Qusay leans back in his seat, his face inquisitive, working, his hands steepled in front of his face. "You speak intriguing words, Olm. It is true, though it is often our way to allow each to act as our own - to let might, intellect, and cunning make right - that in times of peace, with collaboration among our peoples, that we have achieved our greatest works. I supported a united Maalik, and a governing body such as this, for this very reason. For us to be a light, to cast off ignorance and false morality from the bodies of the worthy around the world - this is a tantalizing concept. But you must understand if I tailor my enthusiasm with my worries.

The return of Nazzem is troubling. That as he returns he seemingly aids your goal is more so. The Shah was not a friend; and by our way, if he has fallen, he has done so by a lack of his own prowess. Yet.

Nazzem is an enemy, a veritable demon to all mystics and scholars everywhere. He covets our knowledge in the way only the divine do, and schemes to wrench it from us, from our very minds. Even Velecar, formidable Lord of the Soul Prison, stands higher in thought than he, for at least his cold mind has grown by observation. Nazzem furthers himself in the pitiful manner of the divine. And now he has returned - laid waste to the minds of our people? If you speak the truth, Marcus, Master of Mushin, then let the first goal we undertake as a united Maalik to ensure the freedom of our people."