Nine Flawed Sapphires is the next tale in the ongoing adventures of our enlightened heros. It picks up just where Suitable Donations leaves off. Sit back, relax and enjoy the wonder that is The Land of Fate, Zakhara in the Al-Qadim setting!
The collection of heros, if we can call the grave robbing and the drunk heros, makes their way from the mosque of Juahar the Golden after having the dead spirit, known as a Hama, exercised. Kasib, Ka'im, Ahmed, Yakub and Rambad have made their suitable donations to the priests of the moqsue to free themselves of the troublesome bird. They now walk through the morning streets of Muluk, the City of Kings. A low red glow is starting to rise in the east, and the city is just about to break out of it nighttime slumber.
Chit chatting with one another now about what each might do with their share of the wealth they have 'aquired' the group turns another corner. With a sudden clamor of noise, and a colision of bodies Kasib is knocked from his feet to the ground. Laying atop the man is another, a larger bulky figure, haggared and tired looking. The man wears the trappings of an Askar, a fighter of the city. There is a wild look in the man's eyes however, and his station is readable on him like a book. The man has a barbaric history and its plain on his face. However, not even a barbaric past could create that desperate look that fills his face with terror now. Hovering over the fallen Kasib, the large figure pushes himself to his knees and blinks. He blinks a dozen times, and something is lost, or perhaps found and with a grunt he comes to his sences.
Yakub cries out at the sudden 'attack' and the fat barber jumps to the side, "More trouble! I thought us rid of the Hama's curse!" He grabs his fez up off the ground as it falls from his bald head yet again.
The narrow street, with its tall buildings packed together closely is still dark, the morning light having failed to filter into the shadows yet.
