Log file from Jaihyn.
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Courtyard - Atesh-Gah - Haven
If indeed the Hebrew folk of lost Earth are correct in their legends, then this must be the legendary garden from which mankind was expelled. The flat expanse of the great courtyard of Atesh-Gah is covered in the most luxurious grass of bright emerald green, broken only by a cobblestone path for riding and walking to prevent wear upon the lawn. Rich copses of carefully tended wood grow by the walls, lovingly groomed flower gardens acting as a barrier of colour before the rising trees.
Perhaps even more relaxing than the sight of the yard are the sensations of it. The lovely scents of flower and tree; honey-suckle, apple blossom, peach, and jasmine; combine with the soft cushion of green grass to provide a sense of peace and harmony that defies the looming sand-hued walls of unbreakable stone. Not even the shadowed maw of the main gate, nor the blocky, unimpressive presence of the impenetrable main keep can overshadow the beauty of this place. Indeed, the stark contrast serves only to enhance it.
Contents:
Hepzibah
Khalil
RaniDEAD
Nasri
Khalid
Khalil's hand around the ring he holds tightens even more until it seems he might crush it. But luckily he is not so strong. He listens with renewed intensity to the conversation between the Amir-al and Nasri, though he keeps emotion from his face.
Jaihyn wanders in from a couple of crazy nights comforting a friend who thankfully did find her brother afterall. He starts nodding pleasantly to everyone in the courtyard, even Khalil for once and then notices the other Personage present and immediatly drops down to one knee, head bowed down, "My Lord." he murmurs.
Ebon wings whip out and upwards, extending to their full, impressive length, as Khalid interrogates Nasri. "I see." His voice is quiet and has become more calm. "My people have laws. Rani violated them. All born to the heartland are answerable to these laws, despite where they may live, for the laws are alive in the soul and in the heart. Not in the place of residence. She had honors and committments to myself and my people. She violated these and disgraced me. And disgraced her family. And disgraced her people. She understood this in the end and hence has taken her own life. I accepted this, out of compassion." Khalid's eyes search Nasri's face for long moments, then finally speaks, "You did what you did out of ignorance and in honor of Rani's last request, so I shall be lenient. Instead of death, for such a violation, I ask this of you -- do you feel that you owe me a debt for this invasion of my territory and this battle with my Pasha?"
For the moment, the God-King does not appear to have noticed the arrival of Jaihyn. However, several of the Agni-Haidar and Akhund certainly do...
Nasri is taken aback by the words, much less the sudden arcing of those wings cut out of the heart of night itself. "Ah...ah...yes, saiy'd," she stammers. "I do."
With another Agni-Haidar, Khalil steps foward to flank the kneeling Jaihyn. In silence they reach down to take hold of his arms. They do not wish to disturb the Amir-al and so try to gently take him away. Followed also by Akhund, to control Jaihyn it is in grim silence that they move.
"Then as punishment, I shall accept a bond from you in repayment for these wrongs until I feel you have properly accounted for your prior actions." Khalid speaks quietly and directs his attention to Nasri, though he catches the actions of the Agni-Haidar and Akhund out of a corner of his eye.
Jaihyn blinks and looks up, "What?" he says, tightening his muscles to resist. He certainly isn't going to let a bunch of crazy Lions out of the presence of the Amir'Al without paying his respects to Him. Of course he has no idea why they are taking him up either.
Quietly his somewhat question is answered. "Jaihyn of the Atarvani you are placed under arrest for treason against Khalid Atar, the Amir-al, you God-king. You are to be taken to a cell and there you will wait ."
Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Almost literally. Nasri's eyes dart from the otherworldly figure before her to the spot on the stone between them and then over to the form of the Agni-Haidar warrior she calls her brother, Khalil. Only a fool would give in to such an open-ended agreement. Knowledge of Rani and Khalil's devotion wars inside her. "I...as..." She takes a step back and slowly lowers herself to her knees. "Saiy'd, I will..." Nasri sucks in a breath. /Tun/. "There..." But her actions precluded him from the beginning. But "saiy'd, I have a mate. If I do this thing, will he be allowed to stay with me?" She keeps her head bowed.
Jaihyn stares, "Excuse me?" he says in total, complete surprise. "Did you say /treason/?" he blinks in confusion again, his surprise making him go slack and almost weak in the knees. "I would /never/..." and trails off, the whole idea of it making him speechless.
"Who is this mate? If he is not an enemy of my people, I shall allow it," agrees Khalid. He casts a sidelong glance to watch the disturbance for but a brief moment, before turning his fiery blue gaze upon Nasri once more. "And I accept this pledge."
Nasri bows her head. "Until you have decided I have atoned, I am yours, He Whose Wings are Carved of Night." And, "he is Tun Saphand, and he is no enemy of you or the West, saiy'd."
Khalil shakes his head, "That is not for me to decide. We have orders to place you under arrest. Please come with us quietly."
"I am called Khalid Atar. The Divine Flame of Heaven. God-King of the Varati Kingdom. These titles you should learn, though I do not take dishonor from the titles you have placed upon me, they are not our people's chosen titles. You must learn of our ways." Khalid lowers his chin in final acceptance of these words as he states, "Very well. Tun Saphand shall be allowed within Atesh-Gah and shall be your responsibility, Nasri Avishrasa of the Two Tribes." Signifying his agreement on the arrangement, there is a sudden spark against the metal of the collar before it falls free from the woman's neck.
Jaihyn snorts a little but still dazed, allows himself to be taken away.
Nasri starts at the sudden heat at her neck. The collar falls away and she gasps, hands flying to the skin that is abraided depite the metal's looseness. She bows again, struggling not to change for the sheer freedom of being able to change after so long. "Yes, Khalid Atar. I will learn." A drop of silver falls from her eyes and mixes with the smudge of blackness before her that was once a woman named Rani, who for all her dishonor to her person was kind to the girl who came through a year of travelling alone to be slave to someone she did not know. She feels like a traitor, even though the forms have been obeyed.
"This is all. You may go now. You shall speak with the Seneschal about living arrangements within Atesh-Gah for you and your mate." Khalid makes his pronouncement and then turns to leave. He casts only a single glance in the direction of the departing Jaihyn and his expression is impossible to read.
Jaihyn is taken to the cell by Khalil and another Agni-Haidar.
In a dreadful turn of events, you find yourself incarcerated.
Cell - Barracks - Atesh-Gah
The prison vault stretches long in width and shallow in depth. Fifty feet of thick bars physically separate this room and its denizens from the holding room without, yet allow full scrutiny of one room from the other. Though torch-holders are interspersed in the walls of the vault, between rings with both wrist and ankle shackles, torches infrequently remain this room and the sole source of light is usually from the holding cell without. A few benches of stone push from the walls to allow prisoners seat or bed. A small drain, no larger than the circumference of a man's head, is set into the middle of the floor. The clean grate currently keeps rat invasions to a minimum.
From the Holding Area, One Agni-Haidar and one Akhund stand outside of the cell. The one Agni-Hiadar of course being Khalil. He stands with his back to the just imprisoned Jaihyn.
Jaihyn sits down with a frown, fiddling with the empty scabbard of his sword. And then his robes and then his sandals. Apparently he doesn't take confinement very well at all.
From the Holding Area, "Relax priest, think yourself lucky that you did not end such as Madam Rajan for your treachery." comes Khalil's softly spoken words. They hold no mirth or any judgement, save for what he has heard from those who have given the order for Jaihyn's arrest.
Jaihyn looks up. "I did not commit treason against the very person I was called to serve." he is deadly serious. "You tell me for what I was being imprisoned. Yes, I know it was supposedly treason, but treason for what?"
From the Holding Area, Khalil's shoulders move up and then down in a typical response. "I have only been given orders for your arrest on the grounds of treason. Anything else will have to be discussed with your accusers or the Amir-al."
Jaihyn waves a hand in disgust and drops into silence and then starts pacing... endlessly.
From the Holding Area, Khalil can take silence and since he cannot see Jaihyn pacing he does not become ill.
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