seluca

Khajda moved through the halls of the palace in search of the first blade of Seluca. The request from the other woman had been passed along within the personal guard until it had reached the Captain. The request had been for this afternoon, but someone had neglected to tell her where the meeting...

The port was abuzz with the new day's tidings. Hundreds upon hundreds of sailors, rovers and merchantmen filled the busy port streets. Footpads and messenger boys flitted in-between, like the little birds that nested atop the domed roofs. With one hand on her coin purse and the other upon the...

The Sand Gate was much the same as when she had left. Riding in just before dawn, the First Blade's return was met with silence. The men on duty seemed surprised to see her and her warriors. Disappointed, even. Seluca was healing, slowly but surely, thanks in no small part to the efforts of the...

The path to profit, success and riches can come in all shapes and sizes. Some spend decades upon the path, labouring, toiling, falling and scoring gains where they might, all for miniscule evidence of their efforts at any point during their journey. Others spent mere years and find themselves...

Jahára, flanked by her faithful lioness Sarabi and her stalwart guard Taqi, waded into Seluca's vibrant bazaar, where an extravagant array of sights and scents greeted them. Rows of stalls stretched endlessly, draped in an opulent display of spices in every imaginable shade – saffron, turmeric...

In the worn-down grandeur of the Palace of Embers, a figure entered, wrapped in the vibrant garb of a merchant prince, Ahmir. Tall and commanding, the elaborate turban atop his head showcased a bright and colorful folding of cloth. Polished conch shells, glimmering against the sunlight, adorned...

The Sultan worked as he walked. Reports in hand, aides flanked him on either side. There was a certain novelty in handling matters this way rather than simply at his desk. It couldn't exactly be considered relaxing but the difference was felt. Rasoul wasn't strolling about aimlessly either...

"Very well, I shall see you have the resources you need. The wall repairs must be completed." The Sultan looked to his aide to indicate that the audience was over. There were still a few audiences scheduled for the day but Rasoul ordered them moved. Too much remained to be done but Rasoul had...

The sultan and his retinue moved through the streets with little fuss or funfare. Rasoul considered this to be a welcome change. His early days were filled with either adulation or vitriol. He took the general indifference as a sign that his rule was becoming normalized. The sultan preferred...

The sea breeze was a welcome change to the stale ink that seemed to permeate his every waking moment. Reports had taken most of his morning but this time, not all his day. A welcome suggestion had come for him to see the city and the changes that occurred. Rasoul was doubtful that much could...

The setting Selucan sun made for a sumptuous sight but the Sultan saw it not. His days, and nights, were completely dedicated to pouring over various reports. When he was not staining his hands with ink, Rasoul was holding audiences. Some that were very important, others that were simply a...

It had been near six months since the tyrant had been removed from power and Rasoul was still as busy as ever. He could only consider it Maskat's blessing that he hadn't collapsed yet. The newly ordained sultan almost wished consciousness would leave him so he could get some rest. Night had long...