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Firehound15
Posted: Monday, May 22, 2017 12:25:04 AM
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THE SONS OF THE NILE

من أسوان الراية السوداء الذباب
~ From Aswan the Black Flag Flies ~


Alhamdulillah, I hear the men say as they go off to die. If I could feel them with my bare hands, I am certain that their hot hearts make a perfect match with the blistering warmth of the sand below their feet. Soon, they shall lose the remainder of their pleasant days by the Nile - and they shall go off to serve as willing sacrifices in the name of Allah.

To the north is Al-Qata'i, where the Sultan now sits. To the south, the Christians. Between the two, this army stands, built on the bones of Egyptians, Nubians, and slaves. In their own ways, they are all chained to the black banner, and in others, they shall all soon be conquerors. The banner calls out to them - bismillah. And in the name of God, they shall depart from their home.

This home, as temporary as it may be, is Aswan, the furthest southern center of culture in all of Egypt. If one was to traverse the Nile and embark upon a more southward course, they would find no refuge beyond this city. Beyond lies Makuria, Nobatia, and all of the Christians who live beyond the boundaries of the faithful. The lands of the Nubians and Abyssinians are archaic - symbols of older days, long gone, now departed from the world of living civilizations. These men are uncivilized husks compared to the more educated inhabitants of Egypt.

They are not wholly separate, however, from the men of the black banner. Both are children of the Nile, pulsing inside with the lifeblood granted to them by the endless river. Indeed, when men go off to die, they do so with a strong will, regardless of their origin - and when they are led by men of the same tongue, of the same blood, and of the same skin, they shall live or die just the same.

The commander of the garrison at Aswan is a Nubian by the name of Abraam. He is a large, well-built, sturdy man of African complexion. Known as an unparalleled swordsman and commander in the Egyptian army, it is no wonder that he has received the good-will of the Sultan on countless occasions, and with each passing day, seems to grow to be more and more of a military confidante. This, in itself, is a matter made only more impressive by the obscure origins of this Abraam. Some suggest that his mother was a chambermaid - others, that he was the fruit of escaped slaves. If, ever, I was made aware of the truth, I would make the matter well-known, but the Commander is cold, and he grows exceedingly angry at any such questions. Indeed, while he is a well-reasoned soul, he very often becomes an unapproachable sort.



From what information I have been able to extract from both the Commander and his surrogates, they intend to mount an aggressive campaign to bring Nobatia into the light of Allah. The men are eager, no doubt inspired by the heroics of their beloved commanders - and yet a stench of death seems to linger in the air. Even among the family of Abraam, one of his wives has begun to decay, wasting away into nothingness. Day after day, the Commander's second-in-command attempts different methods of reviving her, and yet they seem ineffective. I myself have made certain recommendations, but her decay continues - and soon, likely harried by her difficult pregnancy, she will no longer walk in this life.

Perhaps she is but the first of many children of the Nile who shall succumb to such a fate.


Egyptian Conquests, c. 870 AD
Firehound15
Posted: Sunday, June 04, 2017 5:39:42 PM
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THE SONS OF THE NILE

ببطء الرجل الجريء يموت
~ Slowly the Bold Man Dies ~

A Brief Interlude by the Editors

Egypt, East Africa, and the Arabian Penninsula at the death of Abraam, Son of Hedar


It is interesting to think that many stories of conquest and power have ended in such an unfitting way. However, one death greatly surpasses many in its anticlimactic nature - the death of the first Hedareb ruler, the Commander of Aswan, Abraam. From humble beginnings he became an influential figure, and after a successful conquest of Nubia and developing his base of power under the Tulunids, even succeeded in securing independence. By all means, Abraam, with his bold and healthy disposition, should have survived for many more years.

However, such things were not to be.

From historical texts (mainly those uncovered in archaeological expeditions and from the notes of his Court Physician, Raphaelkouda), it has been determined that, in his middling age, Abraam developed a particularly severe case of what can only be understood in hindsight to be gout. Fearing that the gout would spread and consume him, Abraam and Raphaelkouda agreed to engage upon a particularly grotesque procedure, in which the gout-ridden part of Abraam's leg would be removed.

Naturally, in an era before sanitation, this resulted in the Commander developing a severely infected wound. While this story conflicts with that presented in Archaic Aliens: The Nubian Abduction, it is the position of the Editors of this anthology that this story (rather than the one which postulates his disappearance to be a matter of interstellar navigation) is substantially more accurate.



التاج الأول
~ The First Crown ~



The eldest son, just barely of age, now sits as the leader of the Hedarebs. His name, too, is Abraam, but rather than the second, he shall be known as the first. Today he has donned a gilded crown, born of Nubian mines and Egyptian smiths, and which now sits upon his head. Power, jealousy, lust - they have all helped birth this djinn - are growing in this land. First one man's death, soon many more. The Children of the Nile are now divided between the Egyptians and the Nubians, and the young Abraam believes we must conquer the remaining Christian states.

As for myself - I have done enough. He no longer tolerates my presence and blames me for his father's death. Perhaps he is even correct, or perhaps it is that I am responsible.

I know not, but I know well I can not remain.

~R.
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Posted: Sunday, June 11, 2017 6:35:31 AM
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This is setting up an interesting backstory; but I will note that it is 384 words, plus some screenshots. That is somewhat borderline for the rule of 500 words or equivalent effort. I'll allow it, but please be aware of the minimum.

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