Post by Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid on Mar 7, 2015 19:09:50 GMT -5
The call of the Sands was irresistible. Indeed, when Bashir was upon then, he felt as though he were one with the world. It was a difficult sensation to explain but such an explanation was often not necessary. All of the Sand People understood it instinctively; they were the desert and the desert was them. There was a power to be had and experienced upon the sands. Thus, it was not unusual for Bashir to travel out across the Sands with his men, servants, horses and camels. There were times when it was necessary to remind others of their nature. People not of the desert did not belong upon her precious sands. The sands were treacherous, after all.
Bashir was gone for several weeks for Zahran, citing to his family a need to stretch his legs and travel. Indeed, the man did travel across the sandy sea. He visited oasis after oasis, even encountering the nomadic tribes along the way. One could argue that he had gone on this journey to ensure that the influence of the Caliphate was still strong, and indeed, Bashir did just that. The nomadic tribes could be difficult to deal with, especially since they tended to be set in their particular ways. While they respected the Caliphate and all that the al-Khalid family had done for the Rohari, it was hard for them to give up their innate ways.
Indeed, Bashir found himself agreeing with them. The people of the Rohari were the mightiest in Archades, if not the world. They had conquered the harshest environment and Falik had smiled upon them. Why did this not give them the right to rule the lands? Why did this not give them the right to spread their ways? However, Bashir was doubtful the soft-hearted people of Archades would truly understand their ways. So, Bashir elected to give them an education through fire. He assisted the nomads in their raids against the various caravans and settlements from Archades the ventured into the sands.
Naturally, he kept the code as he deemed appropriate. The innocents were treated as such, but those of a military nature were dealt with harshly. Caravans from Seravino, Estersea and Nacimiento were raided with fierce efficacy. The spoils from those ventures were many and Bashir was certain to share them with both the men in his entourage and the nomad tribes he had helped. Indeed, many of his raids were rather daring, but his skill in tactics and strategy helped him win the day.
Yet, he longed for home. Though he disagreed with is father, he missed the regular games of strategy they would play in his tent. He missed the assertive presence of his dear sister, Sabriyah. Thus, he declared to his men and the tribes that he was traveling home, but he assured him that he would carry their words to their Caliph. Whether Qasim would accept them was up to the man himself.
Thus, as they approached the might city of Zahran, they rode proudly and surely. They looked weary from being in the Sands for so long, and yet they did look mighty. Even if Bashir’s clothing was dirty and in need of washing, he still managed to look regal and commanding upon his steed as he rode into the city. The people were pleased to see him again, cheering as he passed. A charming grin came naturally to his face, waving to them as he passed on the way to his home.
The guards had noticed Bashir’s quickly arrival entourage, sending rapid word to both Sabriyah and Qasim.
@qasim, Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid
Bashir was gone for several weeks for Zahran, citing to his family a need to stretch his legs and travel. Indeed, the man did travel across the sandy sea. He visited oasis after oasis, even encountering the nomadic tribes along the way. One could argue that he had gone on this journey to ensure that the influence of the Caliphate was still strong, and indeed, Bashir did just that. The nomadic tribes could be difficult to deal with, especially since they tended to be set in their particular ways. While they respected the Caliphate and all that the al-Khalid family had done for the Rohari, it was hard for them to give up their innate ways.
Indeed, Bashir found himself agreeing with them. The people of the Rohari were the mightiest in Archades, if not the world. They had conquered the harshest environment and Falik had smiled upon them. Why did this not give them the right to rule the lands? Why did this not give them the right to spread their ways? However, Bashir was doubtful the soft-hearted people of Archades would truly understand their ways. So, Bashir elected to give them an education through fire. He assisted the nomads in their raids against the various caravans and settlements from Archades the ventured into the sands.
Naturally, he kept the code as he deemed appropriate. The innocents were treated as such, but those of a military nature were dealt with harshly. Caravans from Seravino, Estersea and Nacimiento were raided with fierce efficacy. The spoils from those ventures were many and Bashir was certain to share them with both the men in his entourage and the nomad tribes he had helped. Indeed, many of his raids were rather daring, but his skill in tactics and strategy helped him win the day.
Yet, he longed for home. Though he disagreed with is father, he missed the regular games of strategy they would play in his tent. He missed the assertive presence of his dear sister, Sabriyah. Thus, he declared to his men and the tribes that he was traveling home, but he assured him that he would carry their words to their Caliph. Whether Qasim would accept them was up to the man himself.
Thus, as they approached the might city of Zahran, they rode proudly and surely. They looked weary from being in the Sands for so long, and yet they did look mighty. Even if Bashir’s clothing was dirty and in need of washing, he still managed to look regal and commanding upon his steed as he rode into the city. The people were pleased to see him again, cheering as he passed. A charming grin came naturally to his face, waving to them as he passed on the way to his home.
The guards had noticed Bashir’s quickly arrival entourage, sending rapid word to both Sabriyah and Qasim.
@qasim, Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid