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(OOC: mediators/unaffiliated have the freedom to walk everywhere without getting attacked, including the inside of the temple and converse with anyone, whether they're named or not)
Two forces stood at opposing ends.
On one end, atop the rolling dune, Amir Danush Ibn Shiys stood at the helm of his painted troops.
Orange, yellow and sky blue were their colours, patterned in diamonds and triangles. All gathered under the banners that flew three brown mountains and a blue horse on a yellow field.
They fluttered in the wind as the army stood perfectly still.
On the other end was a temple that had seen much hardship, rising high and proud with its pinkish-tan facade, battered and ruined.
Chants came from within its walls, yet in front of its door, there were no Sahiyi mystics, but soldiers.
Twenty men on swift horses, each one of them with a spear in hand. They were no brigands, no. They were the men of the Sayyiduna, the men of the Sahiyi Henremdi State.
The man shook his head, »the zealots will not move.«
»And the mediators?«
»They have not come to any conclusion.«
The Amir's sharp gaze turned towards the no man's land which divided the anxious forces. He would have charged hours ago if many mediators between them had not taken to stalling the battle indefinitely. Some of them were officials from other towns, each with their own agenda and motives, while others were simply peacekeepers.
The field they took over was covered in statues and gravestones. Memorials to the saints and martyrs that had died in a slaughter many years ago at this very place.
Odd scrolls and jars were littered among them, perhaps even holding forgotten secrets.
»Khaleel, Khaleel, my friend!« Nadim ibn Adil rode in front of the White Swallow, who stood at the helm of the opposition. Behind him came fifteen reinforcements, all flying his banner of two gold stars and arrows on red. »So the son of Shiys has not moved yet, many will join his cause, I think many already have. What for?«
»It's about the principle, Nadim. It's no longer about destroying us, but the very symbol that keeps defying them. « The White Swallow briefly glanced at the temple behind him. It survived so many hardships, so many times has blood been spilled on its tiled floors.
Yet still, the priests within kept on praying, not concerned with their certain death, should Amir Danush break through.
Two forces stood at opposing ends.
On one end, atop the rolling dune, Amir Danush Ibn Shiys stood at the helm of his painted troops.
Orange, yellow and sky blue were their colours, patterned in diamonds and triangles. All gathered under the banners that flew three brown mountains and a blue horse on a yellow field.
They fluttered in the wind as the army stood perfectly still.
On the other end was a temple that had seen much hardship, rising high and proud with its pinkish-tan facade, battered and ruined.
Chants came from within its walls, yet in front of its door, there were no Sahiyi mystics, but soldiers.
Twenty men on swift horses, each one of them with a spear in hand. They were no brigands, no. They were the men of the Sayyiduna, the men of the Sahiyi Henremdi State.
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»And they will not move?« murmured Amir Danush, turning his head towards his general that had just arrived at his side.
The man shook his head, »the zealots will not move.«
»And the mediators?«
»They have not come to any conclusion.«
The Amir's sharp gaze turned towards the no man's land which divided the anxious forces. He would have charged hours ago if many mediators between them had not taken to stalling the battle indefinitely. Some of them were officials from other towns, each with their own agenda and motives, while others were simply peacekeepers.
The field they took over was covered in statues and gravestones. Memorials to the saints and martyrs that had died in a slaughter many years ago at this very place.
Odd scrolls and jars were littered among them, perhaps even holding forgotten secrets.
»Khaleel, Khaleel, my friend!« Nadim ibn Adil rode in front of the White Swallow, who stood at the helm of the opposition. Behind him came fifteen reinforcements, all flying his banner of two gold stars and arrows on red. »So the son of Shiys has not moved yet, many will join his cause, I think many already have. What for?«
»It's about the principle, Nadim. It's no longer about destroying us, but the very symbol that keeps defying them. « The White Swallow briefly glanced at the temple behind him. It survived so many hardships, so many times has blood been spilled on its tiled floors.
Yet still, the priests within kept on praying, not concerned with their certain death, should Amir Danush break through.
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