Minister of Media’s wedding (IC)

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 5:06 am

Minister Sikandar Khan PHD is marrying Mayra Anyla Al Abdia bint Khalifah and Alma Maryam Al Abdia bint Khalifah at Emir Muhammad Mosque in Madinat Al-Jamal.

The Emir (Emir Muhammad Al-Anezī IV) of Dar Al-Badw will be attending as will one of his grandsons, the eldest son of the Crown Prince Abdullah (Muhammad Ibn Abdullah Al-Anezī),
the Emir’s wives, Sikandar’s children, Sikandar’s father, Sikandar’s parents, Sikandwr brothers, his sister and his other wives (whose names are Eleanor and Aisha).

Guests will be able to choose from a range of Italian, Balkan, Vietnamese, Arab and Desi foods.

OOC/sign-ups: viewtopic.php?f=4&t=508975

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 5:21 am

Minister Sikandar Khan walks down the isle, accompanied by each of his wives, an honour guard from the Royal Guard Regiment (of the Royal Dar Al-Badawi Army) and his slave Amara who is serving as a bridesmaid

(But is being paid wages to avoid offending his anti-slavery brothers, one of whom is a leftist).

He is a muscular, six foot tall, bearded man with brown skin, brown eyes and black hair, and wearing a Peshwari shalwar khameez and traditional Pashtun cap.

by **The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 10:09 am

The Sultan Caliph watches as he goes down the isle with his two wives, who were his slaves till days ago, to arrive to the ceremony. He complains of those abolitionists who believe they have the right what prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said about slavery. He finds the notions of paying wages to slaves as ridiculous, and hopes that giving two of his slaves in marriage makes his influence in Dar-Al-Badw bigger and helps to make the country more conservative.

Then he sees them arrive and kneel infront of the officing imam.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 11:17 am

The Imam, a 5 feet and 10 inches tall Arab man with a traditional beard and wearing their traditional clothes of an Imam said
“It is now time for the vows.”

The brides spoke
“I, Mayra Anyla Al Abdia bint Khalifah, offer you myself in marriage and in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Koran and the Holy Prophet, peace and blessing be upon him. I pledge, in honesty and with sincerity, to be for you an obedient and faithful wife."

“I, Alma Maryam Al Abdia bint Khalifah, offer you myself in marriage and in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Koran and the Holy Prophet, peace and blessing be upon him. I pledge, in honesty and with sincerity, to be for you an obedient and faithful wife."

“I, Sikandar Khan, in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Koran and the Holy Prophet, peace and blessing be upon him, I pledge to be a protective, helpful and fair husband.”

said Sikandar Khan

They then signed marriage contracts

The Imam said “you are now man and wife.”

by **The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 4:32 pm

The former master of the two females approaches to them and whispers in their ear: Now, I am not your master anymore as you have been freed to be the wives of Sikandar Khan. Don't give him any trouble, don't complain about anything he orders you both to do, do what he wants, as he wants, when he wants, and how he wants, whether you like it or not, because as his wives, you belong to him, satisfy and please him as you did to me, keep your head always down if he marries more wives, as he has still the right to marry two more of them, even if you dislike it and he doesn't pay attention to you, agreed?

-Yes, they say, with fear in their voice.

The Sultan then approaches Sikandar.... hey... one of your other slaves attracts me a lot, could you sell her to me? Let us talk in private.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 3:34 am

The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans wrote:The former master of the two females approaches to them and whispers in their ear: Now, I am not your master anymore as you have been freed to be the wives of Sikandar Khan. Don't give him any trouble, don't complain about anything he orders you both to do, do what he wants, as he wants, when he wants, and how he wants, whether you like it or not, because as his wives, you belong to him, satisfy and please him as you did to me, keep your head always down if he marries more wives, as he has still the right to marry two more of them, even if you dislike it and he doesn't pay attention to you, agreed?

-Yes, they say, with fear in their voice.

The Sultan then approaches Sikandar.... hey... one of your other slaves attracts me a lot, could you sell her to me? Let us talk in private.

“We can discuss the sale, Your Majesty. By the way, regarding the other thing you said, I already have two other wives so I’ve reached my maximum by the two beautiful wives you arranged for me.” said Sikandar Khan, he then said “How about we can talk in my house?”

OOC: can we assume for this that the speeches by the Imam and Sikandar’s brothers already happened?

by **The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 6:44 am

Yes to both.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 6:54 am

The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans wrote:Yes to both.

After calling his two new wives, his children, his Butler, his chef and his bondwomen, he walked towards a chauffeured limousine.
“You’re welcome to travel with me, your majesty.” he said to the Sultan.

by **The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:00 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:
The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans wrote:Yes to both.

After calling his two new wives, his children, his Butler, his chef and his bondwomen, he walked towards a chauffeured limousine.
“You’re welcome to travel with me, your majesty.” he said to the Sultan.

"I am honoured by travelling side by side with you" says the Sultan. "Are we going to the wedding banquet now or are we going to your house"? I will send you the photo of the slave that attracts me so it is even more private, because, as the photo is one to display all her charms to possible buyers, it is not something to be shown in public, can my two wives travel in the limousine also"?

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:13 am

The Islamic Caliphate of the Balkans wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:After calling his two new wives, his children, his Butler, his chef and his bondwomen, he walked towards a chauffeured limousine.
“You’re welcome to travel with me, your majesty.” he said to the Sultan.

"I am honoured by travelling side by side with you" says the Sultan. "Are we going to the wedding banquet now or are we going to your house"? I will send you the photo of the slave that attracts me so it is even more private, because, as the photo is one to display all her charms to possible buyers, it is not something to be shown in public, can my two wives travel in the limousine also"?

“Your two wives are welcome to travel also, provided they have your permission, of course.
We’re going to my house but a feast will be prepared by the chef.
I thought I had no such photo of the slave at this time. My butler must have taken it.”
replied Sikandar Khan.

by **Munkcestrian RepubIic** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:41 am

George Fenwick II arrives late.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:49 am

Munkcestrian RepubIic wrote:George Fenwick II arrives late.

IC: “Hello Mr Fenwick, I’m selling a bondwoman at my house.” replied Sikandar Khan.

OOC: why would he invite George Fenwick II?

Did George Fenwick II donate to the university where he used to work or something?

by **Munkcestrian RepubIic** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:52 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:
Munkcestrian RepubIic wrote:George Fenwick II arrives late.

OOC: why would he invite George Fenwick II?

Did George Fenwick II donate to their university or something?

OOC: Maybe.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:53 am

Munkcestrian RepubIic wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:
OOC: why would he invite George Fenwick II?

Did George Fenwick II donate to their university or something?

OOC: Maybe.

OOC:
Added IC detail.

by **Munkcestrian RepubIic** » Thu Aug 19, 2021 7:59 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:
Munkcestrian RepubIic wrote:George Fenwick II arrives late.

IC: “Hello Mr Fenwick, I’m selling a bondwoman at my house.” replied Sikandar Khan.

"Why?

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 5:35 am

Munkcestrian RepubIic wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:IC: “Hello Mr Fenwick, I’m selling a bondwoman at my house.” replied Sikandar Khan.

"Why?

“Partly because my friend requested her and partly for the same reason anyone sells anyone or anything, profit.
As the Quran says ‘Allah hath permitted trade’”. replied Minister Sikandar Khan.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 7:42 am

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
The Meyster 101 was a girl's wet dream when it came to sports cars: Sleek, fast, safe, emmission free and fast. Meyster had shot all competition out of the park with the 2-door coupé, at least in my opinion.
And, since I sat behind the wheel, it was my opinion that counted.
Alas... this was not a race course, so I stuck to the speed limits like the eyes of a prepubescent teen were stuck to my milk shop. The streets of... Madinat Al-Jamal, I think, were unsuited for letting a Meyster 101 run anyway, but then again, the majority of city streets were.
Besides, I was on my way to a wedding reception.
By the way, I am Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk, Heiress to the Dreach-Branch of the Lománocht-Family, student and practicioner of Media Sciences and partygirl.
With 1.72 metres in height, I was taller then the average, especially in high heels, and even by Selkie-Standards, I was... well-equipped and not afraid of showing it. I had blue hair, usually done up in a singular ponytail to the side, and pink eyes, which sparkled in the right light or in bemusement. Red lips, deep red without the help of a lipstick, invited to watching them move.
I wore a silvery dress, halterneck with a deep, deep plunging neckline, which left little to the imagination, and side slits, which allowed for easier movement of the legs (and my legs were long). Around my neck, I also wore a silver necklace, one of my favourites, with Sphalerite gems cut to a shine resting on my collarbone. A handbag in silver fishleather rested on the passenger seat and high heels completed the ensemble.
I drove up on the entrance of the venue for the reception, the car silent as a soft breeze, its headlights shining like the sun. I made a quick shot of the mileage with my smartphone, grabbed my handbag and opened the scissor door, which swung up. I swung my own legs out.
Whoever was the valet at the place, he would see the longest pair of legs he's ever seen and, judging by what I had seen from my car, this would be the first time he'd see a woman, not something like the poor creatures the groom was marrying today.
Whatever the reaction was, he'd better watch out, as my car's keys came flying at his head.
"Park it somewhere nearby, please.", I ordered, then held up my smartphone, "And no joyrides. I have a shot of the mileage."
With my smartphone back safe in my handbag, I walked, strutted past him into the venue, having the distinctive feeling, that I would be in his dreams, and only his dreams, for quite a while.
I walked as if I owned the place and my smile matched that.
Self-confidence was sometimes perceived as arrogance, but I had always been of the opinion, that there was no substitute for self-confidence, quite on the contrary.
Now, where was the groom...?

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 9:28 am

The Selkie wrote:Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
The Meyster 101 was a girl's wet dream when it came to sports cars: Sleek, fast, safe, emmission free and fast. Meyster had shot all competition out of the park with the 2-door coupé, at least in my opinion.
And, since I sat behind the wheel, it was my opinion that counted.
Alas... this was not a race course, so I stuck to the speed limits like the eyes of a prepubescent teen were stuck to my milk shop. The streets of... Madinat Al-Jamal, I think, were unsuited for letting a Meyster 101 run anyway, but then again, the majority of city streets were.
Besides, I was on my way to a wedding reception.
By the way, I am Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk, Heiress to the Dreach-Branch of the Lománocht-Family, student and practicioner of Media Sciences and partygirl.
With 1.72 metres in height, I was taller then the average, especially in high heels, and even by Selkie-Standards, I was... well-equipped and not afraid of showing it. I had blue hair, usually done up in a singular ponytail to the side, and pink eyes, which sparkled in the right light or in bemusement. Red lips, deep red without the help of a lipstick, invited to watching them move.
I wore a silvery dress, halterneck with a deep, deep plunging neckline, which left little to the imagination, and side slits, which allowed for easier movement of the legs (and my legs were long). Around my neck, I also wore a silver necklace, one of my favourites, with Sphalerite gems cut to a shine resting on my collarbone. A handbag in silver fishleather rested on the passenger seat and high heels completed the ensemble.
I drove up on the entrance of the venue for the reception, the car silent as a soft breeze, its headlights shining like the sun. I made a quick shot of the mileage with my smartphone, grabbed my handbag and opened the scissor door, which swung up. I swung my own legs out.
Whoever was the valet at the place, he would see the longest pair of legs he's ever seen and, judging by what I had seen from my car, this would be the first time he'd see a woman, not something like the poor creatures the groom was marrying today.
Whatever the reaction was, he'd better watch out, as my car's keys came flying at his head.
"Park it somewhere nearby, please.", I ordered, then held up my smartphone, "And no joyrides. I have a shot of the mileage."
With my smartphone back safe in my handbag, I walked, strutted past him into the venue, having the distinctive feeling, that I would be in his dreams, and only his dreams, for quite a while.
I walked as if I owned the place and my smile matched that.
Self-confidence was sometimes perceived as arrogance, but I had always been of the opinion, that there was no substitute for self-confidence, quite on the contrary.
Now, where was the groom...?

The groom was in his limousine, waiting for his friend to be driven to his house to negotiate a sale of his bondwoman.
He ordered his butler, a well-paid freedwoman, to greet the heiress, which she promptly did.
“As-salaam alaykum ma’am.” she said.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 9:49 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:The groom was in his limousine, waiting for his friend to be driven to his house to negotiate a sale of his bondwoman.
He ordered his butler, a well-paid freedwoman, to greet the heiress, which she promptly did.
“As-salaam alaykum ma’am.” she said.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
A woman, some sort of maid or butler, was, what greeted me.
At least I supposed, that it was a greeting. I did not know the local language, but that hasn't stopped me when I had been studying in Teressien - and I would stay here for far less then the six years I spent in the Principality.
"I suppose this was a greeting, so good afternoon.", I replied with a smile, then turned back to the assembly, keeping an eye out for the groom and-slash-or one of the undoubtedly happy brides. Not spotting either, I turned back to the lass, a slight frown on my face. "I don't suppose you know, where the groom and the brides are, do you, lass?"

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 9:57 am

The Selkie wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:The groom was in his limousine, waiting for his friend to be driven to his house to negotiate a sale of his bondwoman.
He ordered his butler, a well-paid freedwoman, to greet the heiress, which she promptly did.
“As-salaam alaykum ma’am.” she said.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
A woman, some sort of maid or butler, was, what greeted me.
At least I supposed, that it was a greeting. I did not know the local language, but that hasn't stopped me when I had been studying in Teressien - and I would stay here for far less then the six years I spent in the Principality.
"I suppose this was a greeting, so good afternoon.", I replied with a smile, then turned back to the assembly, keeping an eye out for the groom and-slash-or one of the undoubtedly happy brides. Not spotting either, I turned back to the lass, a slight frown on my face. "I don't suppose you know, where the groom and the brides are, do you, lass?"

“Oh I’m very sorry, unfortunately, he’s busy negotiating business with his friend.
It’s the friend that found him his two wives but don’t worry the wives wanted to marry him as well.
He’s a very hospitable man so you’re welcome to his home.”

she said as many of the guests starred at a woman who, no matter how beautiful she was, had no real reason to dress in such a way in a mosque.
The butler was too polite to stare however.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:07 am

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
"I suppose many of people asked about whether or not this arrangement was voluntary if you have to point it out without being prompted to.", I said with a bemused glint in my eyes, "Well... can't be helped, then. If he has business to attend to, then he has business to attend to."
Of course I knew, that people were staring at me. I also had a rough idea as to why - for one thing, I was beautiful. For the other, I was dressed not exactly conservatively, which was a bit iffy around here. For the next thing, they especially didn't like that in their temples or whatever they were called (something with an S at the beginning, I think).
And, to be honest, I didn't give a dog's shit about it.
Let them stare.
"Well, let's get the valet to bring my car out again and then you can direct me to our host's home. I take, that this is the place, where the reception will take place, too?", I asked.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:15 am

The Selkie wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:“Oh I’m very sorry, unfortunately, he’s busy negotiating business with his friend.
It’s the friend that found him his two wives but don’t worry the wives wanted to marry him as well.
He’s a very hospitable man so you’re welcome to his home.”

she said as many of the guests starred at a woman who, no matter how beautiful she was, had no real reason to dress in such a way in a mosque.
The butler was too polite to stare however.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
"I suppose many of people asked about whether or not this arrangement was voluntary if you have to point it out without being prompted to.", I said with a bemused glint in my eyes, "Well... can't be helped, then. If he has business to attend to, then he has business to attend to."
Of course I knew, that people were staring at me. I also had a rough idea as to why - for one thing, I was beautiful. For the other, I was dressed not exactly conservatively, which was a bit iffy around here. For the next thing, they especially didn't like that in their temples or whatever they were called (something with an S at the beginning, I think).
And, to be honest, I didn't give a dog's shit about it.
Let them stare.
"Well, let's get the valet to bring my car out again and then you can direct me to our host's home. I take, that this is the place, where the reception will take place, too?", I asked.

“Yes, there is a reception at our host’s home, I’ll direct you there if you wish, ma’am.” replied the butler before giving her directions.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:31 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:“Yes, there is a reception at our host’s home, I’ll direct you there if you wish, ma’am.” replied the butler before giving her directions.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
"Thank you.", I said and memorized the directions given to me. Of course, I also had a sat nav in my car and the address of the groom (well, I had his name, his address should not be a problem then, thanks to the internet). "See ya later, lass!"
And with that, I turned on my heels and, with a little shake of my rear added in for extra effect, I left the temple.
I snapped my fingers into the direction of the valet.
"You, get my car.", I said and waited patiently.

by **Dar Al-Badw** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:33 am

The Selkie wrote:
Dar Al-Badw wrote:“Yes, there is a reception at our host’s home, I’ll direct you there if you wish, ma’am.” replied the butler before giving her directions.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
"Thank you.", I said and memorized the directions given to me. Of course, I also had a sat nav in my car and the address of the groom (well, I had his name, his address should not be a problem then, thanks to the internet). "See ya later, lass!"
And with that, I turned on my heels and, with a little shake of my rear added in for extra effect, I left the temple.
I snapped my fingers into the direction of the valet.
"You, get my car.", I said and waited patiently.

The valet stared at her shaking her rear before replying
“Yes, ma’am!” and getting the car.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:48 am

Dar Al-Badw wrote:The valet stared at her shaking her rear before replying
“Yes, ma’am!” and getting the car.

Viola Dreach of the Tribe of Dundalk.
Gods, these people were repressed... but then again, by how the people inside the temple had stared, how the valet had his eyes glued to my rear...
Well, at least he was quick enough.
I was sure, that he would dream of me and not of his girlfriend for a long time.
Once my car stood in front of me, I took out a silver coin and put it into the valet's hand, then gave him a wink. "A tip."
Mind you, silver coin in this case means a coin of one fine ounce of pure silver, 31.1-something grams. Current market value around 23 NSD.
That was one tip.
Sitting in my car again, I let my hand softly run over the wheel and its leather, adjusted my sitting position, put my handbag onto the passenger seat, closed the door and grinned.

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