The Giant & The Djinni (Remiel & Alika)
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				Title: <strong>The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alika Luminos</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 03:31:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc427/Alika_Luminos/Fantasy-Girl-pack2-11.jpg)</div><br>Summer announced itself in the fragrant breeze that lapped over the tawny swell of Aura’s breasts as she sprawled across the fountain ledge in the courtyard. The granite was cold beneath the bared curve of her buttocks, a welcome contrast to the billowing heat of the midday sun. It was searing, even when filtered through the outstretched fingers of the old trees swaying lazily above and painting a mosaic of shadows over her body. The djinni had shed most of her ornamental robes except for a slip of fabric curled loosely around her waist, tugged on now and again by a sudden gust coursing in off the plains.<br>&nbsp;<br>She had little fear of immodesty. No men were allowed entrance into the mysterious, secluded temple that lay carved into the butte that marked the southern expanse of the steppes. It rose suddenly from the flatlands, a massive sculpture of stone worn smooth by eons of spring rains, with chiseled columns and elegant walkways skipping from tower to tower high above the plains. A thick copse of gnarled growth curled tightly around the base, a veritable maze of greenery through which any visitor would have to navigate in order to reach the gilded gates. <br><br>The women there were said to be priestesses of a nature goddess, led in their tasks by one almost divine herself: a powerful djinni who had arrived in the land from the Unknown Reaches so many years ago. Djinn were uncommon, and still not entirely understood, though if one listened to village storytellers enough, it became easy to parse fact from fiction and see why powerful men were so keen on finding the reliquaries of these beings. There was rumor, in fact, that the fall of the great Thassian Empire was due, in part, to the invading king’s ownership of a very strong djinn. <br><br>Aura listened to little of the prattle involving her kind, given most of it was pure fantasy, though she took great pains to keep her reliquary unknown to others and well hidden in the treasury of the temple to avoid covetous hands. She let heavy-lidded eyes slip shut, hooding golden eyes so light they almost appeared translucent in the sun. Slender digits swept through the gently eddying waters of the fountain, the burble of the clear cascade nearly drowning out the incessant drone of locusts whining as they skipped from tree to tree. Like a cat, her back arched in a languid stretch. Her eyes flickered lazily open. Where her fingers had drawn in the water, a jittery picture came to life upon the surface. <br><br>As though a dream, the hazy vision swirled with the water before solidifying into a scene of horsemen galloping over the plains. Aura’s eyes snapped open and she rolled onto her belly, the tip of her long black braid disturbing the surface for but a moment when it dipped into the water. Their numbers were many, but what struck the djinni as concerning was their size. These were not normal men, no. They seemed to dwarf the starved, wind-sculpted trees that dotted the steppes, their forearms like great branches as they urged their mounts onwards. The horses, too, appeared of a different breed. Half again as large as the tallest draft horse Aura had ever seen. <br><br>She swept her hand across the surface, murmuring something in her own language, eyes tracking the vision anxiously. With her movement, the scene changed, skipping forwards to show the horde entering the base of the thorny forest surrounding the temple. She splashed a hand through the water with a soft growl, giving a quick buck of her hips to impel her to her feet. <br><br>“Jabargni!” she cried out, the djinn word for invaders. Her clear tones bounced off the shadowy stone walls, and a half dozen heads popped up from what they were doing when the head priestess’ voice rang out in alarm.<br>&nbsp;<br>Aura snatched up the rest of her robes and clothed herself, long strides already taking her into the cool, almost chilly cloister that ringed the courtyard. A few more steps found her cloaked in the cold darkness of the temple interior. Oil burned in hanging lamps, offering meager flashes of light and bringing shadows to life within the dark temple. Her visions normally offered something of a buffer, though with the speed of those massive mounts, she had no way of knowing just how long it might be before the large raiders breached the forest. <br><br>Another priestess fell into step with Aura, having to move quickly to keep up with the statuesque djinni. “What is it?”<br><br>“Raiders,” Aura husked, the lamplight setting her golden eyes aflame. Bare feet slapped rhythmically against the damp stone underfoot. “Giants, from what I can tell. They’ll be here within the hour. I want you to take all that you can into the highlands. Leave the treasury. They’ll be more apt to give chase if there is reason.” She took the labyrinthine turns of the ancient temple without pausing to think, her brisk steps drawing her closer to the inner sanctum. “Now go!” She dismissed the woman with a brusque wave of her hand. <br><br>For her part, she was more intent on getting to her reliquary. She knew that if it fell into the hands of a raider, she would be bound to whoever found it. It had taken her the better part of a century to be freed from her last master, and that was ages ago. She had no intention of being possessed again and forced to do parlor tricks and to fend off enemies with her powers. <br><br>Aura stepped into the quiet, dark room that contained the bulk of the temple’s treasures: piled high with exotic oils, jewels, trunks overflowing with coins. All contributions from those seeking the favor of the goddess. They had little actual need for such riches, and the collection had merely grown year after year. She skirted around the piles of plunder, reaching for an old brass lamp. Something rattled around inside as she upended it and shook it until the lamp dispensed an emerald-studded ring onto her soft palm. <br><br>“Raiders!” came a muffled cry from outside. <br><br>Aura’s head snapped up, eyes fissuring to mere slits. “It’s impossible…” she murmured, fingers coiling over the ring reliquary she held in hand. She knew she had little time to find a new hiding place for her ring, lest she become beholden to one of the mysterious raiders entering the temple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 18:54:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Drogo.jpg)</div> Razal, chief of the Temujin tribe of the Ogatai steppes, spurred his mount into a faster gait with a primal roar.&nbsp; The stallion was an Ogatai destrier, a descendant of the great direhorses of legend.&nbsp; From hoof to shoulder it stood easily 20 hands high, and could hold its own against any mountain lion.&nbsp; Indeed, it had been witnessed by the Temujin kicking one to death, which is why it was given the place of honor as Razal's favorite mount.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As he rode, he spared a glance over his shoulder.&nbsp; Behind him, a couple dozen of his best warriors rode as well, their horses' own hooves kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust behind them.&nbsp; This was farther than his tribe had ever traveled, and had taken them well out of the rolling hills and lush valleys of their homelands.&nbsp; Their purpose here was for but one thing, and one thing only.<br><br>A few days ago the tribe had come upon a wandering trader, come very far from the lands of the south.&nbsp; He had posed no threat to the Temujin, but they were a hard, unforgiving people, and they had captured him and taken him back to their camp.&nbsp; The horse lords were widely feared across the steppes, and with good reason: they were warlike and aggressive, believing that their strength was both a gift from their gods as well as their mandate to rule everything they encountered.&nbsp; &nbsp;The trader, rightly fearing for his life, had pleaded with them to let him go in return for revealing to them a place where they could find incredible riches.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had, he said, gotten lost in his explorations and had been on the verge of starvation and dehydration when he had stumbled across the temple.&nbsp; &nbsp;The temple, as it turned out, had been populated by beautiful and exotic women who had pledged their lives in service of a jungle goddess.&nbsp; There were no men among them, only a handful of eunuchs who guarded the temple from outsiders.&nbsp; &nbsp;The priestesses took pity on him, he said, and nourished him back to health before sending him on his way.<br><br>Razal had promised the man his life in return for showing the Temujin the way to the temple.&nbsp; And sure enough, he fulfilled that promise, although perhaps not in a way that the unfortunate trader hoped.&nbsp; Once the shape of the granite pillars were seen on the horizon, the trader was released, but stripped of all his possessions and even his clothes, left naked and unarmed, without food, to fend for himself against the savage elements.&nbsp; Let no one say that Razal was not fair.<br><br>But now they came, charging across the rocky earth on their mighty steeds, roaring with fury and anticipation of the day's plunder.&nbsp; How terrible they must have seemed!&nbsp; The Temujin, like their destriers, were descended from giants,&nbsp; each averaging about 24 hands (8 feet) tall.&nbsp; In their folklore, their ancestors shook the earth with every step, and the legend continued in their family names: many had surnames like "earthshaker" or "mountainlifter".&nbsp; &nbsp;Razal himself was over 26 hands high, every inch of him solid muscle created from a lifetime of riding, running, hunting, and fighting.&nbsp; In the Temujin culture, strength was paramount, and you did not get to be Warlord without spilling your share of blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Razal had slain the previous chief, Armandos, in ritual battle, and had defeated two challengers since then.&nbsp; It had been quite some time since anyone had last challenged him for leadership of the horselords, and it did not seem likely that anyone would, at least not while he could throw a spear or swing a sword.<br><br>The eunuchs bravely held their ground, but they posed little challenge for men of sheer size as the raiders and who were born to fight and kill.&nbsp; Blades flashed in the noonday sun, glittering and gleaming as they arced through the air and cut down the temple's defenders.&nbsp; One by one they fell, dying bravely as they had lived, but dying nevertheless.<br><br>The horsemen advanced.&nbsp; They entered the temple itself, barely pausing to glance at the exquisite architecture of the temple, the polished stone that was so smooth and cool underfoot, or the burbling fountains and the gardens in the center of the courtyard.&nbsp; Instead they came as battle-lusty barbarians, spoiling for a fight, looking to loot and plunder and kill.&nbsp; When they found the priestesses, they fell upon them, ripping their vestments and dragging them away as spoils.&nbsp; A handful of the men couldn't even wait to pin their captives beneath them and have their way with them right then and there on the temple floors.<br><br>Razal was indifferent to all the yelling and shouting, the crying and screaming as he strode through the corridors and rooms.&nbsp; He stepped over the naked buttocks of one of his horsemen as he lay on top of one of the girls, his massive frame easily pinning her to the ground, and peered in each room only long enough to see what treasure lay within.&nbsp; &nbsp;It appeared that the priestesses had accumulated quite an amount of tribute over the years.&nbsp; It was impressive, but it would be more impressive festooning the great Khan's tent.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned a corner, and found another one of the women, shaking something out of a lamp.&nbsp; This one was different; her robes marked her as someone of status, of importance.&nbsp; She was more beautiful than the others, as well, her body a marvel of lithe feminine grace, her limbs svelte yet capable, her skin a golden tan.&nbsp; Razal did not leer or grin nastily, but he strode forward, towards her, his kohl-ringed eyes regarding her like a mountain lion sizing up its prey.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alika Luminos</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 04:44:56</strong>
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				It seemed a lifetime ago that the wandering djinni had come upon the temple. As much as Aura adored the sights and sounds of a bustling city, there was far too much potential for her reliquary being found. Given her last experience in servitude of an ungrateful, disgusting pig of a man who squandered her powers with ridiculous requests, she vowed never to be caught again. She knew of several djinn who went so far as to cloister themselves in mountain caverns and other unreachable hermitages to avoid the covetous mortals always seeking to obtain their reliquaries to use the ephemeral beings’ abilities as toys in their own petty squabbles. <br><br>Aura had been stumbling around the bazaar at Toloun, still caked with the blood of her former master who had met a very violent end after being tricked into giving up her reliquary, when she heard of the Temple of Osana. It seemed like the perfect place for her to hide herself away. She was familiar with Osana, and the goddess seemed to favor elemental spirits and djinn on the whole. The women at the temple had just lost their head priestess to a mysterious illness that cast an ominous pall over the order. There were whispers that Osana had forsaken them. <br><br>Then the djinni arrived. Aura appeared to them in her true form: skin a startling blue shade, with eyes that shone like sapphires, surrounded by wisps of ethereal smoke and fire. She presented herself as a messenger from the goddess, gambling that she herself would not be struck down for such hubris. But the goddess actually seemed appeased by the proposition, and smiled upon the priestesses of her temple, offering bountiful harvests and scores of rich offerings from those seeking her favor. <br><br>Aura, for her part, did well in her position. The other priestesses afforded her the respect of a god-touched being, and praised her efforts at turning their order around when all seemed lost. Precious few knew the actual depth of her powers, though the rumors did manage to spread that a djinni presided over the priestesses. What started as a scheme to hide herself away turned into much more than that: the djinni cared deeply for the women, and took pride in nurturing the temple back to health. <br><br>Thus the first screams of the frightened women as the giant raiders stormed the temple struck at Aura’s core. A flicker of unnatural fire blazed within her golden eyes, and her lips pressed to a fine line. Years ago, she would already be gone, but now a battle raged within as her fingers closed around her ring reliquary. From the corner of her eye, she spied a quick dash of motion. <br><br>A man strode through the open door of the treasury. He was larger even than her vision had predicted, standing almost as tall as the ceiling and dwarfing the slender djinni that stood frozen before him, illuminated in quick jumps from sputtering lanterns. The heaps of gold and fine gifts glimmered around her, and with a soft whisper of ancient words, Aura made them seem to almost beckon to the giant raider to try to draw his attention off her momentarily. A little sleight of hand rolled her ring reliquary into the cleft of her cleavage while she tossed aside the dented little lamp. <br><br>“Get out,” she hissed softly, bringing her palm up as the beast of a man advanced on her. His intense gaze was met with one just as unwavering. There was no way out of the room except past him, and even if it did give away her secret, the djinni had no intention of being caught. Soft, blue light pulsed at the center of her palm, and with a flick of her wrist she sent it hurtling towards him. <br><br>A quick glance aside and her athletic body was in motion, sliding to snatch up a bejeweled scabbard and tugging free the scimitar it housed. With sword in hand she faced the invader, not a hint of fear upon her, just pure indignation and rage. And an entire bag full of tricks still waiting to be unleashed.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 22:30:03</strong>
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				The barbarian halted when the woman snatched up the scimitar and faced him.&nbsp; She was more angry than afraid, he could easily see that in her posture.&nbsp; &nbsp;He regarded her coolly, the way a tomcat will regard a small bird that is hopping back and forth and hissing at it: sizing it up, trying to determine how much of a threat it could possibly be.&nbsp; When the flash of blue light issued from her palm, he blinked in surprise; when it earthed itself smack in the middle of his chest, burning his skin as if someone had poured burning oil there, his brows knit in consternation.<br><br>He had heard tales, long ago, about the magical women known as djinni, from the tribe elders; they spoke of the blue-skinned creatures, beautiful as the summer sky, said to be descended from the gods themselves.&nbsp; They possessed extraordinary magic, especially when it came to the healing arts, and it was said they lived in tune with nature.&nbsp; As the stories went, the key to their power was kept in an object known as a reliquary, which could either be hidden or kept somewhere about their persons.&nbsp; The reliquary could take any form--a lamp, a necklace, a jewel.&nbsp; If a mortal was to possess the reliquary, they would be able to control the djinni and her power.<br><br>Razal had thought the tales to be false at the time, the made-up stories of old men with too much time on their hands, but the blue fire left no other explanation possible.&nbsp; It occurred to Razal that a djinni would make an excellent slave, if he could manage to find her reliquary.&nbsp; He advanced upon her, his head nearly reaching the ceiling of the room, drawing his own scimitar with the grating sound of metal sliding upon metal.&nbsp; He easily bested her in terms of height and reach, but it was clear that she intended to go down fighting.<br><br>With a snarl, he thrust the curved blade, not with the intention to impale her but rather to drive her back against a wall or pillar so that she could be easily subdued. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alika Luminos</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 20:36:24</strong>
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				Aura was not a fighter by any stretch, even in years long past when she belonged to powerful warlords. But she was not about to see captivity again, not when she had tasted this freedom for so long. Never having to acquiesce to requests through gritted teeth, going wherever she wished without the tug of her reliquary keeping her reeled back against an owner. Few of her kind enjoyed service to a master. For djinn, freedom was the driving force in their existence, and even when captive, most thoughts turned to trickery in order to regain their autonomy. <br><br>So she faced the barbarian invader now not as a fragile, easily conquerable temple maiden, but as an infuriated being of great power. As she let her blue source flame hurtle towards him, she saw the surprise flash in his eyes. It was, she hoped, enough to give her a split second of time to slide past him towards the door. She dashed towards a pillar, twisting her body around when she heard him snarl and unsheathe his own weapon.<br><br>The blades clattered together with a resonant metallic thunder. The force of the impact threw the slender djinni off balance, the scimitar singing in her hand still. She let out a sharp cry as the power behind his thrust literally slammed her side against an unyielding stone pillar. The scimitar she held tumbled from stunned fingers, clanking where it hit the stone floor. <br><br>Golden eyes dilated and she whispered a few soft words. A sudden breeze coursed through the hallways with a moan, making the lamplight sputter. The growing wind tugged at the edge of her garment, becoming more and more insistent. In a matter of moments, the breeze had picked up into a swirling zephyr, encircling the djinni and presenting the barbarian with a solid wall of wind and debris to fight through if he wanted to get to her. She just plastered herself back against the pillar and watched him through angry brows held low over eyes that seemed almost to glow in the dim light, challenging him to best her magic.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 04:07:57</strong>
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				The giant had never before seen magic like this.&nbsp; He had heard stories of ifreetis, creatures born entirely of wind who were adept at making mischief and luring mortals to their doom, but he had never seen it was his own eyes.&nbsp; Suddenly he was possessed by a fervent desire to have her.&nbsp; If he could control the djinni's power, if he could make her work for him, then...then he would be unstoppable.&nbsp; All would have to acknowledge his supremacy and his leadership, or else be ground into the dust beneath his horse's hooves.<br><br>He eyed the swirling vortex warily.&nbsp; Not all men knew of the biting power of wind, but Razal did.&nbsp; He had spent many a night upon the high ridges and hills, huddling within his furs for shelter as the howling mountain gales sliced at his arms and legs and chapped his lips.&nbsp; He'd also been in the desert, seen the dust devils zip along the dirt and mud, snapping branches off of trees.&nbsp; He knew enough not to underestimate them.<br><br>He considered simply plunging his hand through.&nbsp; Would the wind be fierce enough to bite into his flesh?&nbsp; Would it lacerate him with cuts?&nbsp; Would the woman take advantage of the distraction to cut his arm off?<br><br>He stepped backward, avoiding the raging whirlwind.&nbsp; He reached down, lifting up a huge bronze brazier, one of many that lit the many halls and passages of the temple, and upended it, dumping out the glowing coals and ash onto the floor.&nbsp; Grasping the brazier in both hands, he swung the heavy, flared end through the whirlwind at the shadow crouching against the pillar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alika Luminos</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 17:53:52</strong>
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				Aura watched him. Her whirlwind took quite a bit of concentration to hold the power of that wind, but those golden eyes never left the giant’s rugged face. She saw the brief flutter of thought crawl over his features, followed quickly by something lighting in his own eyes. It wasn’t fear or even confusion, but rather the flame of desire igniting in the massive man. She had seen it before many times over the centuries. It made the stakes that much higher. <br><br>The djinni whispered a few more words and the moan of the whirlwind deepened in pitch, spinning faster and thicker around her to pad her from the giant barbarian who was considering something…Her eyes flared when she spied him hefting that brazier. She was trapped against the pillar. Her heart screamed in her chest. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t be a slave again.<br><br>When the giant swung the brazier through the wind, there was a change in pitch again, the wind battering against the bronze container like a gong. Aura cried out and ducked under the assault, breaking her concentration. The wind dropped away suddenly, and the sound of the brazier striking the pillar resounded throughout the temple with a loud crack. Aura rolled to the side just as the pillar began to creak. There was a light clink as the ring reliquary tumbled out of its hiding spot in her cleavage as she fell. The giant’s strength caused a fissure in the stone, large chunks of it clattering onto the floor as it collapsed in on itself. <br><br>The djinni clambered to her feet quickly, now backed against the wall and facing the giant. The scimitar had fallen from her grip and she was open-handed, except for her magic. She raised her hands as though to call forth another trick, her palms glowing a bright blue. But in that moment she realized that her reliquary had hit the floor and rolled…landing almost exactly at the giant’s feet. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Giant &amp; The Djinni (Remiel &amp; Alika)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 03:34:41</strong>
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				Razal swung the brazier with all his might.&nbsp; He did not truly expect to hit the woman, but hopefully it would rattle her enough to stop whatever spell or incantation she was casting.&nbsp; He bellowed a loud roar as it arched through the air, plowing through the tornado--however powerful and cutting the winds were, they couldn't stop five stone of solid bronze.&nbsp; &nbsp; The djinni ducked, as he knew she would, and the support connected with the stone pillar, creating a monstrous noise that was loud enough to echo throughout the entire temple.&nbsp; Apparently his blow had been strong enough to crack the pillar, as Razel noticed a spiderweb of fissures in its wake.&nbsp; The pillar began to list, the stone emanating an ominous grinding noise.&nbsp; Rubble and dust showered down from the top of the pillar, where it met the ceiling.&nbsp; &nbsp;A large chunk of marble worked its way loose from the impact point and fell with a sharp thud on the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>But the barbarian did not care about the temple's structural integrity.&nbsp; His attention was entirely focused upon the small, metallic object that had fallen from her cleavage, bounced upon the ground with a light ping, and rolled across the floor to finally stop just shy of his massive sandals.&nbsp; He also noticed that her scimitar had fallen as well, but that the focus of her desperate stare, strangely enough, was the smaller object.&nbsp; He ducked, scooping it from the ground before the djinni could react, and noticed it was a small ring, golden and lustrous, set with studded emeralds which shined and gleamed in the interior lamplight.&nbsp; By itself, it was certainly very valuable.&nbsp; It could easily buy a hundred horses or more.&nbsp; But there was something about the woman's expression, the panic and horror that displayed itself on her visage, that told him it was much more than that.<br><br>Keeping his eyes on the Djinni, he tried to put the ring on his finger, but found it was too small.&nbsp; Not even his smallest finger would fit.&nbsp; So he simply closed his fist around it,&nbsp; keeping it snugly in the center of his palm.&nbsp; He stood up, watching her warily, and took a few steps toward her.&nbsp; &nbsp;If the stories were true, if he had indeed captured the fabled reliquary of the legendary djinni, then she must comply with any command he gave her.&nbsp; It would be impossible for her not to.<br><br>"Kneel," he&nbsp; ordered. 
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