The Soultanos

The Soultanos walked down the corridor decisively, despite the Vezyr’s foretelling him of the betrayal. "They will kill you my afentis, they mean you harm. Let the Royal Guard take care of this”. He had almost laughed at them and ignoring their pleads, kicked aside the slave below him and made his way to the gathering. He entered the Palace Golden Hall where all of the other Kaliphides and Sorcerers had assembled and stood still, eye-marking them. Hostile eyes nailed him from all over. Instantly, Al Maad’lahal, the sorcerer from the Black Mountains who had stayed in the very back, snapped his fingers and the doors closed shut behind the Soultanos. The rest of them drew their swords and prepared for the attack like hunting dogs around a trapped lion. The Kaliphis Rasal-al-Hadih who had plotted it all, stepped forward while drawing his two razor-sharp blades, tasting dominion. Long had he desired the throne for himself. “Time has ended for you old mule, now you are trapped in here with us.” The Soultanos lazily grabbed with his left hand a small wooden table on his side to use as a shield, and with his right hand drew his heavy sword in an excruciatingly slow manner. He stared at the great emerald jewel on the weapon’s grip thinking out loud “It is not me who is trapped in here with you”, turned his smoke eyes on the Kaliphis and smiled sadistically, “it is you who are trapped in here with ME!"

"From the Tellings of the Tazal Drah’al, page 29, Tome II."