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Born during the Year of Shifting Sands (Desert Recoking. Noone quite knows what that is in normal years.), to Sultan Hakim ibn Falan and his newest wife, Mereym of the Green Silk. Noone knows where Mereym came from, of course. But everyone of the Al'Akir knows she was one of the Immortals, quite possibly a demoness. Anyway. Hakim had a fairly normal childhood, for one raised in the Master's Tent under his father the Sultan. He learned to sit a horse before he could walk, swing the slender, slightly curved blade of his people, and hunt with the Wereod of Warriors. He is a warrior at heart, in fact, though a rare one... Some call him a Warrior Calif, a Warrior Prince. True enough. Furious against the foes of his people, but even then, yielding when he must be. There have been times in the past when he yielded to the wisdom of the gods, and left his enemies alive, merely humilitated. But in some ways, that is the law of the sands. You do not always destroy a enemy... for some day, you may have need of them. A balancing act, one might say. |