<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[In the Skies above the Kingdoms]<br/>Tagging:Brom Bones</strong><br/><br/><strong>"LET US MOVE OUR DISCUSSION SOMEWHERE MORE PRIVATE HMMM?"</strong>Jafar's booming voice may have sounded like thunderclaps to some of the lands below, but it was enough to be heard over the wind howling up past Brom, pulling at his clothes and sending a deep chill through his entire body, right down to his bones.<br/><br/>Brom landed, rather unceremoniously, as if he had only fallen from a foot above the ground. Cold stone and moss greeted him, as he would realize he was somewhere quite different.<br/><br/>The village born mortal was atop an ancient crumbling tower, the last marker of a kingdom long since fallen. All around him was vast forests, closing in around the lone spike of stone, with moss and ivy already working their natural magicks to tear it down. Jafar was to one side, sprawled across a lavishly appointed golden divan. The genie was in his proper form, now with legs covered only by baggy silken black shorts, leaving his calves and bared feet open to the air.<br/><br/><strong>"I have seen many things Bram Bones. From grand cities to lavish palaces. From armies of shuffling stone, to the grandest tombs of stone and gold."</strong>he yawned, only half-heartedly covering his mouth with the black of one black-clawed hand.<strong>"I have been many men, from beggar to sorcerer, and briefly, a Sultan."</strong>as he spoke Jafar stared up at the sky, smiling slightly as memories flashed in his head.<br/><br/><strong>"You however, are probably the most boring man I have ever come upon."</strong>he sat up, looking slightly exasperated.<strong>"So time to listen closely <em>master</em>."</strong>he stood and with a dismissive kick, the divan scattered into golden dust that carried away on the breeze.<strong>"You command me by virtue of the lamp. I am your slave, unquestionably."</strong>his smile was that of a wolf as he approached with slow measured steps.<strong>"But I tired of waiting for your wishes, of seeing moments wasted by fear, and not seized by ambition."</strong><br/><br/>Jafar stopped a few feet away, and lashed out to his side, letting loose a spiralling burst of red fire. The fire gathered together atop one of the tower's crenelations. It formed slowly into a mirror, silver framed and polished, so fine that any royal lady would find herself slightly green in envy.<br/><br/><strong>"I offer you this boon <em>master</em>, because I wish it. Upon it's face, you can see whatever you ask of it. Ask it to show you how a King lives, and it will show you a hundred King's palaces. Ask it to show you the fairest Princesses of the lands, and it will show you a hundred gowned beauties."</strong>Jafar's legs began to disappear into smoke.<strong>"All I ask in return, and it is really such a <em>trifling</em> favour, is to be only called next once you have decided to change your station, to rise above your birth and your life that was. When you have a wish, I will be your <em>eager</em> servant <em>master</em>."</strong>with a a smile that held no joy, Jafar swirled and spun into smoke, funneling back into the lamp, trailed by phantom embers and flashes of flame. Brom was left alone, atop that tower, with no sign of anything but wild forest and mountain as far as the eye could see. The ancient structure was silent, the sounds of the woods quiet as the man was left alone with the mysterious mirror, hovering just above the stone of the tower.