Sultan Al Mayadhin

Gender: Male
Age: 32
Origin: Unknown
Special relations:

Ifran Al-Aziz (royal advisor and storyteller)

Sitaara (Djinn)

The enigmatic ruler of Amura, is a figure shrouded in intrigue and mystery. Tall and lean, with piercing obsidian eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe, he moves through the palace's opulent halls with an air of quiet authority.
Al Mayadhin's origins are as enigmatic as his character. Rumours whisper in the city's bustling markets, suggesting he has appeared out of nowhere, a stranger from distant lands. His ascent to power was swift, as if the desert winds themselves had conspired to place him on the throne.
Many claim that the sultan possess arcane knowledge, said to be passed down through generations of his family, which traced its lineage to ancient mystics. Some believe he communes with desert spirits, seeking guidance in the shifting sands, while others whisper that he managed to bind a djinn of untold power to his own person.
But perhaps the greatest mystery that swirls around Sultan Al Mayadhin is his connection to the greatest of the spirits, the djinns - ethereal beings born from the very essence of the universe itself. It is said that he alone holds some kind of key to contact, speak and persuade the djinns to give him their secret powers… A story is told - that the sultan, as a young man, managed to persuade a water djinn to grant him eternal youth.
Yet, despite the intrigue surrounding him, Sultan Al Mayadhin is known for his benevolence. He has a penchant for aiding the city's poor and downtrodden, often distributing food and gold in the dead of night, his face hidden beneath a cloak. This dual nature – part enigma, part benefactor – only adds to the allure of the young sultan.
As the full moon casts its silvery glow over Amura, the city's inhabitants gaze toward the grand palace, their vivid imaginations running wild with tales of Sultan Al Mayadhin and his hidden secrets…

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"I have met him. The sultan. And I don’t think he is real. He moves gracefully and quitlike, just like a panther. His smile is shimmering on his face like a mirage in the desert. His voice, a symphony of secrets and whispers, echoes through the halls like a haunting melody from a beautiful song. When I was back in the tavern, clutching a wine glass - I was uncertain about the meeting, did it really happen? Or had I just been dreaming..?"
-Darun Kathra, Normadic Dwarf, Bard