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Fedayeen Fall
« Thread Started on Jul 22, 2008, 12:43pm »

This is the pro-logue to my newest project. It has a few tranlations of arabic words thrown it (lol, i will translate up to three words per person, no more

) If u dont like it, then go burn and leave me in peace...i dont really care if u like it or not. lol, if u want to criticize, be nice.

“Surrendering Aramut is what we are doing. Prepare to hand leave this city, the Mongols own this city now Amir. That is something you must learn to appreciate, as it is my command.” Commander Khursha stood there, looking down on his supplicant, wearing his long white robes. He had a box of coins, part of a bribe to pay off the Mongols. At his side he had a small Persian dagger, and a bejeweled belt.

“Sultan Khursha, we cannot give up this fortress. It is the home of our people, knowledge, our honor. It would be haram, a sin against allah!!” The young man stood, fury dancing in his eyes like the fire of shaitan. It was cowardly to run from one’s home, and that is exactly what the sultan was saying.

The sultan stood from his chair, hand on his dagger. The box of coins clattered to the floor with a crashing thunder, the coins spilling to the floor, like desert rain…blood money. “You dirty khaleb!! I speak for Allah in my choice, and you are a damnable infidel to dare to challenge my decision. Recant,Amir ibn-Abeed, or I shall declare you yourself as haram!!!”

“You are an Iscariot. You have sold your people to the servants of Shaitan. Your coins and you hands are riddled with the blood of women and children; their blood you can never wash off.” Amir grabbed the ceremonial bowel for washing and dipped his hand in it, sprinkled it on his head, then smashed it on the floor. The true gold of the desert mixed with the bloodied money…the water could not wash away the ungodliness it exuded, and he could not help but back away. “I will leave you; If I see you again after this, then I will send you to judgment with Allah. Shaitan Alaikoum.” Amir turned about and walked off, the sultan cursing at his back, the beautiful sun massaging it with its soft glow and gentle caress. Attendant were rushing about, moving items, moving money, moving valuables…all to give to the infidels at the gate; the non believers, those stained with the blood of his people. The fury boiled up his blood, righteous anger flooded from his heart. Just then he saw his comrade emerge from a nearby room. No words needed saying; they both knew what to do…
Amir found himself in the library…all the Fedayeen records were here, along with other historic valuable…one in particular.

The pendant was beautiful, made of the purest glass…not a spot could be seen through it; the light danced off of it in rainbow patterns, illuminating the whole ground around it. The beauty was spectacular, to be sure…but there was more under the surface of that beauty… “No Amir…now is not the time…” He shoved the necklace in a purse for it, then put it in his satchel…He moved about the gigantic room, gathering various books; log books, books of assassination, books of secrets. The he was done, with twenty books in his satchel…and then there were three. He had them spread out on a table; three books, three languages…One a scroll, wrapped in red satin; one a papyrus codex, adorned with hieroglyphics; one bound in the purest of Araby gold…the only one he could read…And I have become Death…the Destroyer of Worlds…He slammed the book shut…none should read this; and he would not let the Mongolians or their demons take it. He shoved the three books in with the rest and rung his hand of the evil that he felt crawling on them…

The fire consumed the library, leaping from book to book, scroll to scroll. Amir did not even look…he was already gone. He was with the last of those who were still his people. Some called them Hashashasin; that is what the sultan was, and those loyal to him. His people, the true ones, were the Fedayeen. The sultan lost his right to that name when he made a deal with the devil and the Khan who acted for him. He was underneath his home, the Eagle’s Nest…the home of the Fedayeen…Aramut. He was in the tunnels, with a mere hundred of his comrades, and the most valuable of the possessions of the Fedayeen…

“Amir, where do we head next here?” The fire was leaping from Aramut like an angry wyrm, and the Mongols were killing those running from it’s lust. Amir turned to look at his friends, and felt the weight of the objects at his side…

“My friends…we head into mystery. We must find and protect the secrets that our people dear. We must protect them from the forces behind…We must disappear, and our secrets with them…Salaam Alaikoum.”

“Alaikoum Salaam.”

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Re: Fedayeen Fall
« Reply #1 on Jul 22, 2008, 1:44pm »

woah that's cool, I love the way you describe! That story sound cool, you better finish it

by the way I could swear I read the "And I have become death, the destroyer of worlds" somewhere before. Was it written somewhere else? I never found the source of it.

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Re: Fedayeen Fall
« Reply #2 on Jul 22, 2008, 1:49pm »

Lol, glad u like

I was afraid it would go belly up

The quote is from hinduism...but it is best known for being said by the scientist, Opunheimer...he said it after creating the nuclear bomb. apparently someone put it in Baldurs Gate, a comp game.

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Re: Fedayeen Fall
« Reply #3 on Jul 22, 2008, 3:47pm »

go belly up? I doubt it, your writting is super good!

Ooohhh that's probably where I heard of it. From the german scientist quote. I only played 10 min of the second baldurs gate. (I couldnt resist killing people in the inn!!)

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Re: Fedayeen Fall
« Reply #4 on Jul 22, 2008, 3:52pm »

lol, thanks man

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