Al Saranidi School of Insurgency(IC/post-MT or MT)

[Saranidia]

This is the In character thread.

You can skip going to the airport and just mention arriving at the school.

Location: Kallipolis, Saranidia.

[Saranidia]

the Al Saranidi students 18 male and 2 female
wait for their class mates in the mean time they discuss the war.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abdullah Al-Fariuq arrived first, FN-FAL slung over his shoulder, wearing a pair of shorts and a tan uniform.
He went up to one. "Ishallah, comrade."

[Saranidia]

Abdullah Al-Fariuq arrived first, FN-FAL slung over his shoulder, wearing a pair of shorts and a tan uniform.
He went up to one. "Ishallah, comrade."

"Inshallah we will be victorious yes." says one of them, an army Captain's son.

[Danceria]

Kallipolis International Airport, Kallipolis, Saranidia

---

As per custom, the young sixteen year old Sulieman Abdulalim bin-Saleh ibn-Umar al-Harad, was escorted by his uncle, the brother of his father, the Right Honourable Imam Razeen Hammad. Despite being the age of majority in both his Faith and his current residence, this was still a foreign country. Even if it was far more welcoming to Believers than his "homeland".

Slowed only by his luggage, and the fact that the good Imam didn't move like he used to, he was going to bade farewell to his family. To the small town near Khand at the edge of what Danceria cared about, and towards Shaheed and the truest jihad. A man of devout faith, and the son of impoverished diaspora members who toiled under the pagan and Christian monarchs of Danceria, Sulieman was a man with little to lose...save for being lost in the halls. After bidding his Uncle goodbye and wishing to see him once before either go to Paradise, he entered the school.

Abdullah Al-Fariuq arrived first, FN-FAL slung over his shoulder, wearing a pair of shorts and a tan uniform.
He went up to one. "Ishallah, comrade."

Where his fellow student was garbed clearly for war, Sulieman was garbed in the thawb and turban-wrapped [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taqiyah_(cap)]Taqiyah[/i], the typical prayer cap for Muslims wrapped for protection. Clutching a few books, he looked more of a wandering scholar than a warrior. But "faith is the first weapon of any man", as it was said among Dancerian Muslims.

"As-Salaam-Alaikum" he would bow to the newcomer. "And peace be upon the Prophet(ﷺ) and all True Believers of Him who is deserving of All Glory and All Praise...especially in these trying times." he would address the rest of the group. "I apologize for being late..."

[Frievolk]

Mr. Velayatmadaar arrived right on time. He looked like a regular member of the Niruye Qods, part of the former IRGC's elite troops trained for international antics. Dressed up in regular civilian clothing, though his KH-2002 was slung over his shoulders. He, as well, walked up forwards. "Salaam." he said in Fluent Farsi. He had to be fluent, he was a Persian after all. . .

[Saranidia]

Kallipolis International Airport, Kallipolis, Saranidia

---

As per custom, the young sixteen year old Sulieman Abdulalim bin-Saleh ibn-Umar al-Harad, was escorted by his uncle, the brother of his father, the Right Honourable Imam Razeen Hammad. Despite being the age of majority in both his Faith and his current residence, this was still a foreign country. Even if it was far more welcoming to Believers than his "homeland".

Slowed only by his luggage, and the fact that the good Imam didn't move like he used to, he was going to bade farewell to his family. To the small town near Khand at the edge of what Danceria cared about, and towards Shaheed and the truest jihad. A man of devout faith, and the son of impoverished diaspora members who toiled under the pagan and Christian monarchs of Danceria, Sulieman was a man with little to lose...save for being lost in the halls. After bidding his Uncle goodbye and wishing to see him once before either go to Paradise, he entered the school.

Abdullah Al-Fariuq arrived first, FN-FAL slung over his shoulder, wearing a pair of shorts and a tan uniform.
He went up to one. "Ishallah, comrade."

Where his fellow student was garbed clearly for war, Sulieman was garbed in the thawb and turban-wrapped [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taqiyah_(cap)]Taqiyah[/i], the typical prayer cap for Muslims wrapped for protection. Clutching a few books, he looked more of a wandering scholar than a warrior. But "faith is the first weapon of any man", as it was said among Dancerian Muslims.

"As-Salaam-Alaikum" he would bow to the newcomer. "And peace be upon the Prophet(ﷺ) and all True Believers of Him who is deserving of All Glory and All Praise...especially in these trying times." he would address the rest of the group. "I apologize for being late..."

After repeating the Islamic greeting and phrases a Saranidian girl of 15 years says "no need to be ashamed of being late you are wellcome."

Little known to him at this point the girl is studying all the same subjects and also history.

[Kowani]

Mohamed stepped forward, wearing a traditional western suit. “Inshallah, brothers and sisters.” “May our time here be fruitful.” Seeing the man with a rifle speaking Farsi, he nodded towards him. “I did not expect to see a Persian here. What brings you here, brother?”

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abdullah Al-Fariuq turned to Herr Velayatmadaar.
A moment of understand passed between the two, and he nodded at him ever-so-slightly, before geting back into character. "An Iranian brother, I see. What is your name?"

OOC: Just a note, my guy's half black, quarter Bavarian, quarter American Irish.

[Saranidia]

Mr. Velayatmadaar arrived right on time. He looked like a regular member of the Niruye Qods, part of the former IRGC's elite troops trained for international antics. Dressed up in regular civilian clothing, though his KH-2002 was slung over his shoulders. He, as well, walked up forwards. "Salaam." he said in Fluent Farsi. He had to be fluent, he was a Persian after all. . .

"Wa-Salaam" say all the Saranidian students.

[Danceria]

Kallipolis International Airport, Kallipolis, Saranidia

---

As per custom, the young sixteen year old Sulieman Abdulalim bin-Saleh ibn-Umar al-Harad, was escorted by his uncle, the brother of his father, the Right Honourable Imam Razeen Hammad. Despite being the age of majority in both his Faith and his current residence, this was still a foreign country. Even if it was far more welcoming to Believers than his "homeland".

Slowed only by his luggage, and the fact that the good Imam didn't move like he used to, he was going to bade farewell to his family. To the small town near Khand at the edge of what Danceria cared about, and towards Shaheed and the truest jihad. A man of devout faith, and the son of impoverished diaspora members who toiled under the pagan and Christian monarchs of Danceria, Sulieman was a man with little to lose...save for being lost in the halls. After bidding his Uncle goodbye and wishing to see him once before either go to Paradise, he entered the school.


Where his fellow student was garbed clearly for war, Sulieman was garbed in the thawb and turban-wrapped [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taqiyah_(cap)]Taqiyah[/i], the typical prayer cap for Muslims wrapped for protection. Clutching a few books, he looked more of a wandering scholar than a warrior. But "faith is the first weapon of any man", as it was said among Dancerian Muslims.

"As-Salaam-Alaikum" he would bow to the newcomer. "And peace be upon the Prophet(ﷺ) and all True Believers of Him who is deserving of All Glory and All Praise...especially in these trying times." he would address the rest of the group. "I apologize for being late..."

After repeating the Islamic greeting and phrases a Saranidian girl of 15 years says "no need to be ashamed of being late you are wellcome."

Little known to him at this point the girl is studying all the same subjects and also smuggling.

"I fear that I have come under-equipped." he would note the presence of weapons by some of the students. "Though it was mostly so I could leave the country without being detained." he would chuckle. "This is Military Strategy, correct? I am Sulieman Abdul'alim bin-Saleh ibn-Umar of Harad...though Sulieman Abdul'alim, Sulieman, or "Sully" would do as well." he would chuckle, despite being one of the younger members present. He felt a sense of camaraderie, that something could happen and he was in the middle of it. It was overall, a wonderful thing.

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly" say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins.

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly" say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins.

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly" say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins.

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly" say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins.

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly" say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins and a teacher announces "military strategy time for those who took it!"

[Frievolk]

Abdullah Al-Fariuq turned to Herr Velayatmadaar.
A moment of understand passed between the two, and he nodded at him ever-so-slightly, before geting back into character. "An Iranian brother, I see. What is your name?"

OOC: Juset a note, my guy's half black, quarter Bavarian, quarter American Irish.

"Oh. Salaam, brother." Homayun tipped his head slightly to the left as he nodded similarly, "I am Homayun Velayatmadaar, I come from Kish. You?"


OOC: Mine is just a regular citizen of Kish. Probably mostly Persian (though a tad bit of Arab blood is there. Guy looks like your average Iranian tho)

Mr. Velayatmadaar arrived right on time. He looked like a regular member of the Niruye Qods, part of the former IRGC's elite troops trained for international antics. Dressed up in regular civilian clothing, though his KH-2002 was slung over his shoulders. He, as well, walked up forwards. "Salaam." he said in Fluent Farsi. He had to be fluent, he was a Persian after all. . .

"Wa-Salaam" say all the Saranidian students.

"Alaykom" Homayun responded amiably, tipping his head at the center of the group.

[Saranidia]

the 1st military strategy question is "name 3 undefeated military leaders"

[Frievolk]

the 1st military strategy question is "name 3 undefeated military leaders"

"Trick Question, sir" Homayun raised his hand, "There exists no military leader to have never been defeated at all. Only Allah is undefeated."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abdullah Al-Fariuq smiled. "Oh? Lucky. I come from Munich...a cesspit of infidels. Mother was American-Bavarian, father was Askari."

[Danceria]

"hi Sullly"(X5) say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins and a teacher announces "military strategy time for those who took it!"

With slightly practiced improvisation, Sully would place his baggage near the rear of the classroom and pull up a chair. Time to see if all of those hours on Incongruity Games and COUNTERCOM will pay off. Should be mostly pen and paper squad-moving for beginners, or maybe just a lecture...

the 1st military strategy question is "name 3 undefeated military leaders"

Almost immediately, Sully would raise his hand. "Muhammad(ﷺ), all those whom Allah(SWT) has rightly guided and...possibly Alexander the Great." Sully would then pause and reflect. "Though, one cannot say that there ever has been an undefeated leader in the world, so I would assume this is a trick question to get us to be comfortable with sacrificing battles to win a war?"

[Saranidia]

the 1st military strategy question is "name 3 undefeated military leaders"

"Trick Question, sir" Homayun raised his hand, "There exists no military leader to have never been defeated at all. Only Allah is undefeated."

"Only Allah is undefeatable but he allowed military victory in all known battles to Khaled Ibn Walid, Alexander and Genghis Khan. We know the reasons he allowed it for Khalid but as for Genghis Khan, Allah works in his own mysterious ways."

[Saranidia]

"hi Sullly"(X5) say the Saranidian students and then Military Strategy Class begins and a teacher announces "military strategy time for those who took it!"

With slightly practiced improvisation, Sully would place his baggage near the rear of the classroom and pull up a chair. Time to see if all of those hours on Incongruity Games and COUNTERCOM will pay off. Should be mostly pen and paper squad-moving for beginners, or maybe just a lecture...

the 1st military strategy question is "name 3 undefeated military leaders"

Almost immediately, Sully would raise his hand. "Muhammad(ﷺ), all those whom Allah(SWT) has rightly guided and...possibly Alexander the Great." Sully would then pause and reflect. "Though, one cannot say that there ever has been an undefeated leader in the world, so I would assume this is a trick question to get us to be comfortable with sacrificing battles to win a war?"

"yes Alexander the Great but Muhammad was defeated in battle once. Khalid Ibn Walid never lost a recorded battle".m

[Saranidia]

"I want you to study tactics of Khalid Ibn Walid and Alexander the Great"

[Frievolk]

"Trick Question, sir" Homayun raised his hand, "There exists no military leader to have never been defeated at all. Only Allah is undefeated."

"Only Allah is undefeatable but he allowed military victory in all known battles to Khaled Ibn Walid, Alexander and Genghis Khan. We know the reasons he allowed it for Khalid but as for Genghis Khan, Allah works in his own mysterious ways."

"But sir, Genghis lost many battles as Temujin. Even as Genghis, he lost in Volga Bulgars. Alexander lost his invasion of India, and the great Khalid had the shameful Ohod, though that was obviously the fault of the faulty followers who failed to comply to his orders correctly."