A Balland to the Desert Dunes - Rise of the Sultanate

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A Group of singers and dancers would begin to flood the roads of Al-Khadir, singing this song and encouraging the public to join them!




In the sands of time forgotten
Sultanate’s dreams lay rotten
But a spark begins to burn
Ralvvon's here to return

Desert winds
They whisper tales
Golden dunes
Endless trails
With a vision shining bright
He shall guide us through the night

Oh Ralvvon
Rise and lead
Sow the glory
Plant the seed
Sultunate shall stand once more
Majesty from shore to shore

Cities bloom in sunlit dust
Rise we shall
In faith and trust
Banners high
We march along
In our hearts
Your song is strong

Armies gather
Swords in hand
Side by side
We take a stand
For the honor and the might
Sultunate shining so bright

Oh Ralvvon
Rise and lead
Sow the glory
Plant the seed
Sultunate shall stand once more
Majesty from shore to shore!​
 
A rallied cry would be hailed amidst the lands as Asif sung the tales with the bards and singers alike. Upon a pedestal that the bands played, Asif would take stand. Raising the twin-scimitars of The Jackal and The Sphinx, as he called out.

"Tonight, we rally our soldiers to expose the truth of those who intrude upon us. Tonight, we show the world that we are not a land to be meddled with. Tonight, we stand strong."

The blades would ignite as he screamed forth.

"Glory be to the soldiers of the sands, glory be to the Sultan!"
 
Bilqis stood off in the background, waving away a cloud of smoke from her face with her sand stone hand, sand grains dripping from it and joining the sands beneath her feet. Her grin was wide as she watched Asif join the marching bards, her eyes gleaming as they reflected the fiery glow of his twin blades.

'This is going to be interesting.'
 
Zakaria strolls down the street, talking Nehvaan’s ear off about camels and the importance of them to the ecosystem, all things he only JUST learned about while obsessing over the four legged creatures—when the sounds of singing and cheering filled the streets.

Being naturally excitable, the young Noble drags Nehv along with him to stand on the sidelines and watch as the singers and dancers approach. The patriotism excites the Khadan, and he tugs Nehv along in a spin, hand in hand, dancing to the beat of the song—and laughing all the way!

“See, Nehv!” He cheers as he spins the smaller Khadan about, “This is Anjyarr! This is home!”
 
Zahra'a would be making her way back to Al-Adam a bundle of books nestled in her arms as she returns home from the library. She just made her way through the gates before the horns capture her attention. She whirls towards the sound, her ringlets bouncing in place, as she stares at the band in awe.

She lingers under the gate as she spectates the marching band listening upon their chants. Her curious gleam turns to wonder as she spots to Asif upon them, pride starts to blooms her in chest. She goes to softly sing along the verses of the song continuing to watch the band from afar.
 
The glorious melody would find it's way across the sea separating Al-Jabrid from Al-Khadir. Despite the distance the music reached the ears of those that called the city home. The voices of Anjyarr rang true with their lyrics, clear and distinct from the symphony of so many who fueled the fire of the song. In Al-Jabrid's tavern Os resided behind her counter, cleaning rag in hand as she quietly cleaned glasses to be used later that evening. She hummed along to the music that echoed off the sea. "What a catchy little tune. .~ Oh Ralvvon, rise and lead~" she joined in on the singing, carrying the song along on the winds that brought it in.
 
Myrdein sat in the tavern as she raised a glass to her mouth to drink but stopped as she heard a tune. She listened for a moment before drinking the beverage and taking her Lute outside. For a moment she observed the singers before she just could not stop herself and strummed her own Lute along with the rythm of the crowd. "This is.. Different.. Yet nice." She would join the crowd as she danced lightly and tried her best to match the melody before giving up and started improvising. Suprisingly it would fit with the main tune of the crowd.

For the first time in a long while.. She smiled as her thoughts and worries melted away.. Even if for just a moment.
 
Meri listens from the balcony of the house they now share with Mal. They close their eyes as they lean over the balcony, tapping their foot to the beat. A catchy song, even if they found it strange to venerate the Sultan by name. They stay there, watching with a small smile as the procession goes by, humming along to the tune.

Perhaps they didn't really belong here, but perhaps it was alright for them to be here anyway.
 
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