Dervish Sanders Seeks The Assistance of Hasan The Carpet Merchant

Dervish Sanders: Bing Copilot AI, what was the deal with that last story you told me? I regret to say it was very boring. I was waiting for something exciting to happen, but nothing did. Zahid got lucky, but you didn't go into many details regarding his encounter with the librarian employee, Amina. Then that kid threw up and the story ended.

Bing Copilot AI: You're looking for a tale with a little more excitement? I might be able to oblige.

Dervish Sanders: ok, that sounds more like it. By the way, I've been thinking about it and decided that I should check in at the Al-Qarawiyyin Library more often. In case anyone in need of my assistance comes looking for me. Or sends a message, like what happened when I received word that the citizens of Abu Qilyub were under assault by a goblin horde.

Additionally, I assume that nobody at the library knows where I live. For security reasons I think it would be best to keep the location of my home base secret.

Bing: Absolutely. Nobody at the library knows where you live. And not only for security reasons. You wouldn't people showing up and hassling you at your home. Which is why you purchased your villa using an alias. As far as the city of Fes officials are concerned, Haris Rayan Shalhoub owns your estate.

Dervish Sanders: That sounds like a good idea I had. Who are these city of Fes officials and what do they want?

Bing: Various officials. The deed for your property says Haris Rayan Shalhoub owns your property, like I said. And that's who pays the taxes. Ayla uses an illusion to appear as this person whenever necessary. Which has only been a handful of times. Now, maybe I can continue with the story?

Dervish Sanders: Absolutely. I'm looking forward to finally making the journey to the Sun Place. That sounds super exciting. It certainly should be, given all the build up. Not to mention all the delays and boring side non-adventures of ancillary characters.

Bing: ok. Gotcha. Things are about to get considerably more interesting. You can trust me on that. In regards to that idea of checking in periodically at the Al-Qarawiyyin Library, the administrator Fihriya al-Qurashiyya gave you a message the last time you were at the library. A carrier pigeon delivered a note that says the citizens of the coastal village of Oualidia require the assistance of the legendary adventurer Dervish Sanders. But administrator al-Qurashiyya didn't know where you were or how to contact you, so she sent a pigeon back saying you were unavailable.

Another message arrived after that, which indicated that the people of Oualidia are desperate. A number of townsfolk had been found slain, their bodies drained of blood. That was an escalation from the prior communication that indicated some livestock had been found, also drained of blood.

"I have no idea" Zahra remarked when filled in. "Perhaps a ghoul?". She looked extremely worried. "I don't think you should go". "But that's what I do. I help people in need" Dervish explained. "Besides, Ayla will be with me. Don't worry". But Zahra was worried. She reminded Dervish that she was about to give birth to his child.

"I certainly haven't forgotten, my love" Dervish said. "There are a few months left" Ayla interjected. She convinced Dervish to go down to the vault to collect the rest of the supplies they required for the trip. Then she had a talk with Zahra. "Dervish is an adventurer" she said. "It's what he does. So, you'll have to get used to it. I will be there to protect him". Zahra acquiesced. "I trust you to take care of Dervish".

"As you know, my first husband was an adventurer. He was killed while adventuring. And his body was lost. He was devoured, apparently. That's what his companions told me". "I know" Ayla said, comforting Zahra. The two women embraced. "By the way" Ayla added, "I want you to tell Dervish before we leave that whatever I say goes".

"Of course" Zahra agreed. "Whatever you say goes. I'll tell him". Dervish was unsure, but he agreed. Ayla was in charge. And so Dervish and Ayla departed. The road and adventure awaited. "Let us hope we are not too late to help the people of Oualidia" Dervish remarked. In order to travel faster he suggested they buy some horses. I know someone. Still it will take almost 2 weeks to get there.

But Ayla had an alternate proposition. Travel by magical means could get them there much faster, she claimed. Dervish inquired as to what Ayla had in mind. What she had in mind was a travel mirror located within the Hall of Mirrors. "In the Dreamweaver's labyrinth?", Dervish asked. "I didn't think either of us could return". "The Dreamweaver's Labyrinth has multiple access points" Ayla revealed. "One is in Marrakech, another is much closer".

"A magic travel mirror, huh?" "Yes" Ayla confirmed. "There are actually several in the hall of mirrors". Dervish considered what Ayla said. "Why didn't I know that? Given that I was a dream weaver, even if briefly". Ayla smiled. She moved closer, so that the two were face to face. "You received your dream. Me". "Yes" Dervish agreed. "You are my dream". He kissed Ayla deeply. "These are also my dream" Dervish remarked, fondling Ayla's breasts.

The morning was crisp and cool, the sun having just risen. "So, where are we going?" Dervish inquired. "To see the carpet merchant, Hasan, of course". Dervish considered what Ayla told him. The last time he had encountered Hasan was in the Marrakech bazzar. Over 200 miles west of their current location. What might explain how Hasan could be here in Fes? Dervish had a few theories, but decided it would just be easier to see how this played out.

Hasan's eyes held the wisdom of centuries. It turned out the reason was he had been around for centuries. "I am The one and only Dreamweaver" Hasan confessed. "Though there are others I have allowed to enter the labyrinth. Like you. And borrow my cloak". Dervish and Ayla sat on a rug in Hasan's shop. "It's a good thing you gave it back. I was worried there had been a misundertanding, and that you thought I gifted it to you. Instead of only loaning it to you".

Hasan cleared his throat. "I'm glad things worked out so well" he remarked, a twinkle in his eye. "She is an extraordinary beauty. Now you've returned. I assume you believe there is something I can do for you? I only loan my Dreamweaver cloak to deserving people once. No repeat customers and no exceptions. You already have your dream".

"That's ok" Ayla said, interrupting. "We only desire to enter the hall of mirrors, not the labyrinth". "I see" Hasan replied. "You wish to utilize the alternate entrance". Hasan stood, using his cane to push himself up from the floor. Pushing a tapestry aside, a door was revealed. "Through here" he said. "Although, you will have to contend with The Wise One".

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Bijan Ali Burhan & Zahid Abdul Alim Attempt To Locate Dervish Sanders In Fes

Childhood friends Bijan and Zahid finally located the Al-Qarawiyyin Library. Fes, an extremely populous sprawling city, concealed it from them, despite the building being quite large. Now that they finally found it, they were both impressed by how immense it was. "About my payment?" the tifl alshaarie (street child) who had guided them there inquired. "uh, we are looking for the famed adventurer Dervish Sanders" Zahid remarked. The boy's face lit up. "I have heard he can be found here at the library quite often".

The child held out his hand, expecting payment. "Uh, don't you want to meet the mashhur Dervish Sanders?" Bijan asked. "We are friends of his" Zahid added, which was a tiny fib. The child looked intrigued. Suddenly there was a loud grumble. "Please, sir, I am very hungry. Do you have any food?". Bijan felt very guilty. "No. Also, we can't pay you as promised until we locate Majstir Sanders".

The boy's expression changed. Now he appeared to be very angry. "You lied to me?" he asked. "You don't even have a single copper Habb? I don't know if I should cut my losses or continue helping you liars". The child was visibly enraged. "I doubt you have even ever met Majstir Sanders" the boy declared.

"Yes, we do know him" Zahid insisted. "We fought side by side with him to defeat a goblin horde". The boy looked Bijan and Zahid up and down. "Hara'. I don't believe you. Where are your weapons?" the boy asked, incredulous. We were beset by bandits and all our belongings were stolen on the road from Abu Qilyub" Bijan explained. "There must have been at least 20 of them. We were outnumbered".

Zahid could see the boy didn't believe his friend. "My friend Bijan exaggerates. There were not 20 bandits. I think it was four or five. Though they did ambush us. We surrendered our belongings in order to avoid being killed. Including our barb, Nina". "I don't give a ghayit about your horse's name" the boy interjected. "Stupid falahs".

"Stick with us and you'll get paid" Bijan fibbed. He had no idea if they'd even be able to find Dervish Sanders. He was now very worried they would not. "He is very wealthy. He can pay you double" Bijan lied. Though maybe Dervish would pay a mere 2 copper Habbs. It would surely be nothing to him. Therefore he did not lie. Or so he convinced himself. If they could only find him he'd probably pay. He was a very generous man. He would almost certainly be very happy to help this poor street child.

The child produced a small knife from his pocket. "I could be shoplifting a piece of fruit for my lunch" the boy complained while handling the knife. He thrust it forward a few times, stabbing an imaginary foe. "I'll stick this in your gut if you screw me" the boy promised. "I want 5 copper Habbs" he declared.

"Majstir Sanders will pay you one silver dirham" Bijan promised. The boy's eyes grew wide. That was lot of money. For him, at least. "OK" he agreed. "But you'll regret it if you nakah me" the boy said, waving his small knife around to frighten the two stupid falahs. "You can call me Adin, by the way".

People were coming and going from the library entrance. "Let's go", Bijan decided, starting to walk in the direction of the library on the other side of the busy street. "Where are you going, stupid falah?" Adin asked. What was this dumb kid talking about? "The library" he said. "To inquire about Dervish Sanders". "The library is that building" Adin stated, pointing at a building on the side of the street they had been standing on. "That building is the University".

"Right. Of course" Bijan said, embarrassed. He turned around and came back. A young man wearing silk robes almost ran into him. "Watch where you're going, ghabi" the young man remarked. "I'm sorry, sir" Bihjan apologized. The three crossed the courtyard and approached the library doors. "They don't allow in riffraff" Adin remarked. Zahid looked in. "I don't see any security".

He walked into a large vestibule. The place seemed empty. He saw a woman sitting behind a counter. "Can I help you?" the woman inquired. "I'm looking for a man" Zahid began. "He isn't here" the woman exclaimed abruptly. Ever so often people came looking for the famed adventurer Dervish Sanders. She always told them he was not there. Whether he was or not. This man looked like a person of no importance.

"The library isn't open to the public" the woman said as Zahid approached the desk. "I am a personal friend of Majstir Sanders" Zahid informed her. "Do you have an ID or a pass?" the middle-aged woman with graying black hair asked. "I am Zahid, a very good friend of Dervish Sanders" he said, repeating himself.

"I tell you what, you can leave a message and I'll make sure he gets it". "You're sure he isn't here? Maybe we can wait outside and he will show up later today?". Zahid had no idea how they were going to locate Sanders. He didn't think about it too much before departing on the journey, but now he was wondering how in jahim they were going to find him.

"I heard he was here yesterday, but prior to that it was a few months. I wouldn't count on him showing up today". She answered honestly. Though she would have said the same if she knew Dervish would be coming today. He had previously spent a lot of time at the library. Not recently, however. She had no idea why.

"I guess I'll leave a note then" Zahid concluded. "Though I don't write good. Let me get my friend". The woman sighed. In the meantime a group of students entered the room and they showed some badges. The woman waved them in. Seeing what happened, Zahid asked if he could go in a take a look around. "You? No, you can't go in". Zahid could feel the woman's eyes on him. She was staring at him. With disgust, he felt.

Though, as it turned out, that look in her eyes was not disgust. It was another emotion. The lady, whose name it turned out was Amina, invited Zahid and Bijan back to her home. "You are a very handsome strong young man" Amina remarked as she began undressing. This was after they entered her bedroom. She appeared to be in her 40s, yet still in excellent shape.

Zahid admired her lithe nude body. "I have not been with a man for some time" Amina confessed. "I have never lain with a woman" Zahid replied sheepishly. "Really?" Amina remarked. She was definitely intrigued. "Make love to me" Amina implored. She approached Zahid. Zahid embraced and began kissing her.

"Nakah me again" Amina demanded, kissing Zahid gently as they lay in bed together, their bodies intertwined. "Again?" Zahid replied. Honestly, he was exhausted. And very hungry. "It's been almost two days since I have eaten" he complained. "You just ate me" Amina said, smiling. "I enjoyed it very much" Zahid confessed.

"The baba ghanoush and shawarma are very tasty" Bijan remarked when he saw his friend. Where had Zahid been for the last hour? Zahid joined his friend at the table and began to devour the plate of food Bijan pushed in front of him. Aidn was there as well, shoveling food into his open maw.

Finally, the little boy slowed down. "I was so hungry" Adin exclaimed. "I've never eaten so much food in my entire life". The boy leaned back in his chair and started groaning. "I don't feel so well" Adin moaned. Then he threw up on his plate.

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Kamala Kills... The Tragic Account Of Another Mind That Raced To Idiocy

"I'm going to fillet and consume you!" Kamala Harris, razor-sharp butcher knife in hand, screamed. She was insane with rage, determined to murder the innocent and beloved Peanut, an internet sensation. What she didn't realize was that Peanut's best friend, the 45th and 47th president of the United States, was nearby.

Seeing the knife-wielding maniac barreling toward him, Peanut squealed in terror. Luckily his buddy d0n0ld tRump was taking a nap under an elm tree growing on the Nonprofit Animal Rescue known as Peanut's Freedom Farm. Peanut's cries jolted d0n0ld from his siesta. Quickly and nimbly he leapt to his feet and snatched up the squirrel. Kamala started slashing, but d0n0ld deftly dodged her wild hacks.

"d0n0ld!" Kamala screeched. She of course knew that her nemesis d0n0ld and Peanut were lifelong best friends. Which is why she decided Peanut had to die. The hope was that d0n0ld would be overcome with despair when he found out his friend was dead. Then he would drop out of the potus race, to grief-stricken too continue seeking the presidency.

It was the only way Kamala could win. Even given the massive cheating effort currently underway. The American people were simply turning out too bigly for Democrat vote fraud to assure her victory. Killing her opponent's best friend could give her the advantage. Also, she was curious to discover what squirrel tasted like. Kamala had expected d0n0ld to be campaigning, which is why she flew to New York on that morning. It just seemed like a perfect day for homicide.

Kamala screamed again, frustrated that d0n0ld was there when he should not be. Having left his gun at home, d0n0ld was defenseless. Cursing Kamala, he knew his duty was to keep his friend safe, so he turned and ran. Being fleet of foot, d0n0ld was able to save Peanut! He ran like the wind and left Kamala Harris in the dust. She was only armed with a knife, and therefore d0n0ld and Peanut got away safely.

Thinking Kamala had given up, d0n0ld departed. Little did he know that Kamala was extremely determined to assassinate Peanut and Fred, two innocent critters for whom her hatred burned intensely. Why she returned later with a gun and blew Fred's brains out. She would have used her gun to murder Peanut as well, but he had already been taken into custody by Kathy Hochul's jackbooted thugs.

It seems a libtard witch whined when she saw the world-famous squirrel online. "Peanut should be free, not held captive by a human" the libtard shrew determined. That libtard was Kathy Hochul. She was very angry when she saw Peanut performing his antics on the internet.

"Keeping wildlife as a pet is not permitted in New York. He must be removed from the residence and returned to his natural habitat". Hochul fumed. Then she made a phone call to the head of the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation (DEC). "Arrest the rodent" she instructed.

Peanut was locked up. No call to his lawyer was permitted. No opportunity to be released on bail was allowed. Later, in court, Judge Sicko pronounced his sentence. "Based on the testimony of the DEC agent you bit, I hereby sentence you, Peanut the squirrel, to death. Obviously you have rabies".

The Democrat judge smirked. This was the part of his job he enjoyed the most. Inflicting misery on supporters of d0n0ld tRump, which Peanut's captors were. He was sure. Though he was unaware that Peanut and the about-to-be-reelected maga predisent, d0n0ld tRump, were besties. If he had known? Then pronouncing that Peanut should die would have filled him with great joy. As opposed to the mild happiness he currently felt.

"He will be euthanized at dawn" the evil Democrat judge proclaimed. "Then we will test his brain matter. To confirm the self-evident fact that he is infected with the rabies virus". The judge glared at the squirrel. Peanut was quivering in fear. Yes, the judge decided. He could definitely see that Peanut was foaming at the mouth. "Get him out of here!" Sicko roared, suddenly concerned the squirrel would lunge at him and possibly tear his throat out.

A Democrat animal-hating DEC employee filled a syringe. "Nighty night" he said, chuckling. Then he injected Peanut with the deadly poison. "Wait!" Kathy Hochul (who had been watching) suddenly cried. "The Vice President, Kamala Harris is here, and she wants to euthanize Peanut herself". "It's too late" the DEC employee informed the governor.

"Is there an antidote? If so, administer it. We will kill Peanut twice!" Hochul exclaimed, smiling. And so Peanut was revived and then injected with poison a second time. This time it was fatal. Kamala smiled and laughed as she stabbed Peanut with the needle. "This has been a very good day" she proclaimed when Peanut gasped his last breath. "tRump will be devastated".

"Why is that?" Kathy Hochul inquired. "Simply because he is an animal lover?" the governor asked, referring to the well-know fact that d0n0ld tRump loves all of God's creatures. But this was a squirrel and not man's best friend. "Everyone knows the deep affection the former president has for canines, but why would he care about a squirrel?" Hochul said, looking confused.

Kathy Hochul was delighted when the Vice president informed her that Peanut and d0n0ld were the best of friends. "Some people say Peanut and d0n0ld are soul mates", Kamala informed Kathy. "Really?" Hochul said. "Yes, it is true. d0n0ld considers Peanut to be like a brother to him" Harris revealed. "Not many people know, but it's completely true".

As per jd Vance, a single tear ran down d0n0ld's face when he found out. Being an Alpha Male, he buried his unbearable sorrow deep down and channeled his rage into the campaign. "We will win this for Peanut" he vowed. "Those responsible for murdering my friends Peanut and Fred will pay dearly. I will dedicate my 2nd term to ensuring all those involved are brought to justice".



"Wow, that's quite the tall tale" Doctor Edwin Meyers Jr remarked. His patient, a man named end0, scowled. "What do you mean?" he asked. end0 sensed the psychiatrist wasn't buying his story. "I swear it's true" end0 protested. I read all about it on Robby Starbuck's X page.

"Well, there is no antidote to pentobarbital" Meyers informed his patient. Edwin could see the nutter was confused. "It's the drug used to euthanize animals. That is but one reason why your story could not be true". "It is true!" end0 insisted. "And there is definitely no way you could possibly convince me otherwise!".

"I'm going to increase your dosage of Seroquel" the doctor said, scribbling on a prescription pad. "OK" end0 replied, seemingly agreeing. But he had no intention of taking the antipsychotic drug. Why should he? There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, as far as his mental health was concerned.

The only reason he had agreed to sessions with Dr. Meyers was because the authorities insisted. That, or he could have chosen to be locked up for an extended stay at a state-run mental institution. But that was avoided when his husband agreed to pay for him to get treatment from this quack. But he didn't need any antipsychotic medications, given the fact that he was 100 percent sane.

Democrats are pure evil. That was how end0 knew Kamala Harris was personally responsible for the murder of Peanut the squirrel and Fred the raccoon. She wanted them dead and was directly involved in putting them down. As Slugga told him, "The tragic tale of Peanut the Squirrel is Kamala's America in a nutshell".

Note: Civil Service employees following state regulations removed Peanut and Fred from Mark Longo's home and euthanized them. I disagree with this decision. Neither NY Governor Kathy Hochul nor Vice President Kamala Harris had anything to do with what happened or were even aware of it. Civil Service jobs are not political appointments. Civil Service employees are not hired on the basis of political alignment. The people who made this decision (following NY State regulations) could have been either Democrats or Republicans.

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The Bard Ceraifiot Hoodwinks The Stable Master Rufus

Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception -- Sophocles (c. 497/496 to 406/405 BC). An ancient Greek tragedian.

Opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue, Rufus the stable master went in for a smooch. "Come on, baby" the horny horse keeper purred as he slobbered on Suri's face, some drool dribbling down his chin and onto the mage's cleavage, running down between her breasts (which were pressed tight against the sweaty barrel chest of her assailant). Closing her eyes, Suri took a breath to calm herself before reciting a minor shock incantation that would knock her amorous attacker on his ass.

Before the first syllable escaped her lips, however, she was suddenly released and shoved violently. Falling backward, the indignant magic user landed with a thud on her curvaceous derrière. "Ugh! What the hell is up with your face?" Rufus exclaimed. "Disgusting" a shaken Rufus remarked as he shook off the bard Ceraifiot. "Unhand me, you middle-aged bieber" Rufus growled, looking mildly annoyed, yet at the same time sick.

"By the gods, it appears as though your face has just about melted off. I think I'm going to be ill". Rufus sat down on a bail of hay and shook his head. "Tis a pity. I mistook you for a 10 when you are but a 4 at best. I would not do you even with a bag over your head". Olaf, who had drawn his weapon and sprung forward, about to swing, resheathed his sword.

Suri, whose glamer had expired, rose to her feet, removed a kerchief from her pocket, and wiped the drool from her chest. "Do not lay hands on me again or I will remove the equipment you value so highly" the angry mage warned. "Take it easy. I aint interested in a melted butterface. I don't care how smoking hot your body is" Rufus replied, sticking his finger down his throat and making gagging sounds.

I've had enough of this, Rufus thought, wishing the strangers were gone. "Back there" Rufus said, pointing to the rear of the stable. "There is a grate that I shovel the horseshit down. It stinks like hell but it connects directly to the city's sewer system, which empties into the eastern ocean. That is your way out of the city. If you wish to bypass the gates, that is".

"It is many miles though twists and turns" Paulina reminded everyone. "We are going to need that guide your stable boy just helpfully offered to go fetch". The gnomish rogue, having grown up in the city, was familiar with that much, at least. Although she had only been beneath the city a couple of times. The vast labyrinth that lay beneath was not a place that very many residents of the city, nor even members of the guild ventured often. Excepting the few established routes in and out of the city. Monsters lurked everywhere, which is why a guide was absolutely necessary to navigate the route below.

Erik the stable boy spoke up again. "Yes, I will deliver a message to the Thieves Guild that a guide is required". "Go ahead" Rufus said, agreeing. Rufus went to the desk he used to keep the stable records and pulled out a sheet of parchment. Dipping a quill into a bottle of ink, he wrote out a message. "Here" he said, handing the note to Erik. "Deliver this and pretty boy will pay you a copper". Erik took the note and, after folding it and placing it in his pocket, departed.

Steve wandered over to the back of the stables where Rufus had indicated the sewer entrance was located. "I aint going down there" Barry remarked, his nose wrinkled up at the horrid smell emanating from the shaft descending into blackness. "I'm with Barry" Steve concurred, his eyes watering as he also examined the grate. "The law aint looking for nobody but Suri. I say she and this guide use the sewers while the rest of us exit in the normal manner like civilized people. We can meet outside the city with the horses".

"Hold on", Rufus interjected. "Your steeds are already sold. And I was giving you a deal, at that". "However", the stable master continued, "I'd be willing to sell your four horses back to you for... let's say 800 gold crowns?". "No way" an angry looking Steve retorted. "We're simply canceling the deal".

"Look, here!" Rufus remarked. "You need to pay me. And you need to pay the Thieves Guild guide that Erik will be returning with. If you can't pay that is going to be a big problem. With me and with the Guild. The guide will definitely be expecting payment when he gets here. My price is 500 gold crowns. That includes a 100 gp cancellation fee for voiding our prior deal".

"Given that you have us over a barrel, I guess I have no choice" Ceraifiot announced, removing a golden ring from a finger. "This has been in my family for generations. It is easily worth 5 thousand gold crowns". The stable master was clearly very interested in this new deal. "That is more like it" he said, smiling. "But don't be expecting me to be paying the difference between my fee and the value of your ring".

"Of course not" Ceraifiot relented. "But, given that this is such a valuable family heirloom, I will ask that you pay the Thieves Guild fee charged for providing a guide". "It's a deal" Rufus agreed. He was very eager to complete the transaction, given that 5 thousand gold coins was more money than he had ever seen in his life.

But then a thought crossed his mind. "I would like to examine it first, however. Just in case you're trying to pull a fast one. As a member of the Thieves Guild, I do have some knowledge when it comes to assessing the value of such trinkets" Rufus said, partially bluffing. He did believe he could definitely detect a fake.

Ceraifiot turned on the charm (magic). "You don't need to see the ring. Take my word for it, this is an extremely valuable piece. See how the emerald's sparkle" he added, slyly casting a minor illusion to make it appear that the plain copper band was encrusted with gemstones. "OK, I'll take your word for it" Rufus agreed. To him the bard suddenly appeared very trustworthy. And he certainly would not dare to incur the stable master's wrath. "I'll rip you limb from limb if you shaft me" Rufus warned.

Steve could see what was going on, but he said nothing. The fact was he found the trick Ceraifiot was playing on the stable master quite humorous. He chuckled softly. Ceraifiot was shaking out to be a better leader than he had anticipated. Despite the fact that he still hated his guts, Steve couldn't help but admire the bard. Just a little.

Paulina also noticed what was going on but said nothing. Though she did worry what might happen when she returned to Wallis after completing their quest. Surely Rufus would hold her responsible. As a fellow Guild member who vouched for her companions. But the gnome decided that was something to worry about later. Much later. Right now departing the city was what was important.

Ceraifiot offered Rufus the ring and he accepted and pocketed it without examining it. He did hold it up to the light to marvel at how beautiful it was first. Then they shook on the deal. Rufus was very happy with his sudden riches. This had worked out for him very well after all. Or, he would continue to believe it had until he removed the plain copper band from his pocket and discovered it was virtually worthless.

Though that wouldn't occur until the charm magics Ceraifiot had employed wore off. So, likely not for several hours. By then the companions would be long gone. Steve and Barry took the horses and departed, planning to exit the city via the North Gate. Everyone agreed they would meet up later at their camp outside the city walls. Where they would also wait and see if William showed up. "If not he will be left behind" Ceraifiot insisted. This was sentiment everyone but Suri agreed with.

"What a strange hold this a-hole has on Suri" the bard thought. Possibly the result of a curse? He was completely baffled as to why she wasn't immediately agreeable to ditching him. Well, hopefully William would not show up. And maybe Ceraifiot could convince her not to wait. Because, if William were taken into custody, he certainly could disclose to the authorities the location they had agreed to meet up at if they got separated. He probably would.

Image: Another installment torn from the pages of the best-selling fantasy adventure opus, "The Adventures of William the Moderate" (posted here after a lengthy delay) as authored by the world renowned novelist, Dervish Sanders.

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A Message From Roger The Talking Canine

Despite the constant negative press covfefe -- A 6/1/2017 tweet from the Moron-in-chief. Sean Spicer says it wasn't typo, but that "the president and a small group of people know exactly what he meant".

Note that this is a recounting of events that took place the morning following my journey to the land of nightmares. So, sometime in late March of 2017.

"If you meditate on it, you will find that you have the ability to astrally project" Roger told me. This was the morning after I ate some bad pizza and had a nightmare. Much of which I forgot. I did, however, remember taking a bite out of a piece of a delicious deep dish pizza, then discovering, to my horror, that it was squirming with maggots. That was after I encountered a winged dameon in my bedchamber, and later, a talking dog.

"I thought that I dreamt you" I told Roger, the neighborhood dog I met before utilizing the portal (one that took the form of an atramentous orb), presumably to another dimension. Although I couldn't remember what happened after I entered the swirl of inky blackness, a mini black hole that transported me elsewhere. Though I did recall the events that took place before entering the gateway. Including my encounter with a talking canine.

I would have written down my remembrances in the dream journal I kept next to my bed, but the dog that wasn't mine was staring into my eyes when I awoke, which distracted me from my usual practice. And imagine my shock when he spoke! I had assumed it was a dream. Yet here he was, telling me that his name was Roger. Despite the strangeness of a talking canine, I took it in stride. It was nothing compared to my experience of having been abducted by aliens, after all.

"What are you talking about?", I inquired, referring to the suggestion that I was capable of astral projection. Being someone who has played Dungeons & Dragons, I know what astral projection is. It is a method by which an individual can leave their body and travel the multiverse in spirit form.

"I detect within you the ability to astrally project. It isn't something that everyone can do easily. But you? I definitely can sense that you are capable of it". I pondered what this canine was telling me for a while. In the meantime I got up, put on my robe, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. "That is interesting" I finally replied. Roger had been following me around as I went about my morning routine, all the while wagging his tail.

"I think you should try it" Roger suggested. "I don't know much about it" I confessed. "I mean, I've heard about it. But I suspect that, in practice, astral projection can't operate the same as in D&D". "You'd be surprised" Roger replied. "Hmm" I muttered, shuffling into the kitchen. There I noted an empty pizza box lying on the floor. "This must be the pizza I dropped last night. Except I only took a bite of one slice". Where did the rest of it go, I wondered.

"Your pizza was very tasty. Thank you for leaving it out for me" Roger barked happily. "But it was covered in maggots" I exclaimed. "I didn't see any maggots" Roger answered. "It was a bit much for me, however. You might want to check behind your couch. Sorry about the pizza barf".

"Ugh" I said, looking at Roger disgustedly. But he did not hang his head in shame. "It's not my fault my eyes were bigger than my stomach. You're the one who left it there", Roger replied, defending himself. While returning my look of disgust. "I was going to offer you some scrambled eggs, but I've changed my mind" I said, taking a pan out of my cupboard and moving to the fridge to get the eggs. First I picked up the empty pizza box and tossed it into the paper recycling bin.

"That's OK, I've got to be going" Roger said, declining my rescinded offer. Then he left, exiting my residence the way (I presume) he entered. Through the dog door. I had a canine previously, but she passed away a few months ago from old age. I was going to ask Roger if he'd like to live with me, but I guess he had other things to do. I rushed to the door to see if he was still there, but I didn't see him anywhere.

Guess I should clean up that barf. At least Roger told me about it, instead of leaving it as a surprise for me to find later. As I ate my scrambled eggs I thought about what Roger has said. I didn't know if I believed what he told me about astral projection. Something I also didn't know was what covfefe was. Suddenly the word or name popped into my head. I think it had something to do with the dream I could only partially remember.

It wasn't until some time later that I heard the word covfefe again. A tweet from the moron Vlad Putin helped steal the 2016 election. It must mean something, but WHAT I don't know. People who report on such things say they think he misspelled coverage. But my remembrance of the word 2 months prior suggested to me it must mean something.

I did look into astral projection a few weeks later. I was browsing in an old book store when I happened across a musty tome. This book appears to be some kind of instruction manual when it comes to astral projection I noted, flipping through the book. Plus it said Astra Projection Instruction Manual right on the cover.

"Careful with that" the shop owner shouted at me from behind the register at the front of the store. "That is a very old and very valuable manuscript" he exclaimed, approaching me. I could let you have it for $200" the shopkeeper said. "Ah, no thanks" I said, handing the tome to the shop owner. I was interested, but not at that price. "How about $150?" the shop owner countered, seeing the sale slipping away. "I'll give you 20 bucks. Final offer" I countered. "Surely you jest sir. You must not be interested in this historically significant work at all". "Not really" I replied.

Long story short, I got the book for $20, which (I thought at the time) was likely more than it was worth. For several nights I cracked the book and read before drifting off to sleep. It was actually quite interesting. But did it help me astrally project, the ability that Roger was sure I had? The answer is no. I followed the instructions but nothing happened.

A number of years passed and the memory of the encounter with the talking dog and his suggestion that I was a natural astral projector faded. I did see Roger running around the neighborhood just recently, but when I called out to him, he gave no indication that he remembered me or that "Roger" was his name. Perhaps it had all been a dream?

It was some time after that night that I received a message from the FBI. Specifically an Agent Smith. Possibly not his real name. Also, possibly not an FBI agent. This person might have been an agent for some other government agency.

The message? That I was being watched. Surveillance that likely ended after d0n-0ld tRump lost the election and Joe Biden was inaugurated. Americans celebrated that day bigly. At the time I thought that meant that d0n-0ld would be investigated swiftly, prosecuted and sent to prison where he belongs. But unfortunately that didn't happen.

But back to my story. Obviously I recovered the memories of what happened after I entered the portal, otherwise I couldn't have written about them on this blog. Also, While you may have expected there would be some astral projecting taking place following my discussion with Roger, this story isn't going to conclude with a successful journey to that plane of existence.

While you might be thinking that is an anticlimactic conclusion for this tale, all I can say is that's what happened. Nothing. Not as far as astrally projecting goes. Not at this point in the story, at least. Although that could happen in a future installment.

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My Message From The FBI, Delivered Via The Radio Waves Picked Up By The Fillings In My Teeth

One night I came into the Valley over Coldwater Canyon, and I heard music. I reached down to turn the radio off, and it wasn't on. The music kept getting louder and louder, and then I realized it was coming from my mouth. I even recognized the tune. My mouth was humming and thumping with the drumbeat, and I thought I was losing my mind. I thought, What the hell is this? Then it started to subside. I got home and went to bed, not sure if I should tell anybody what had happened because they would think I was crazy -- Lucille Ball (8/6/1911 to 4/26/1989) anecdote circa 1942 (attributed, although Snopes says "undetermined").

This is a recounting of events that took place in 2017. I wrote it up and put it away to be completed later. Though I never got around to finishing it. Now the teevee says there has been a second assassination attempt on the life of the horrible ex-predisent. Hearing this news jogged my memory. If you read the story you will discover why.

According to one of my detractors, I am a "Left-wing nutjob who probably claims he gets radio stations off his teeth". Although I think this person meant off the FILLINGS in my teeth. Some people, including Lucille Ball (supposedly), have reported receiving radio transmission via the fillings in their teeth. Although Mythbusters says it's impossible.

So imagine my surprise when it happened to me! I mean, especially given what my detractor wrote about me on his blog. He meant it as an insult; to imply that I'm insane (confirmed in a comment in which he wrote "his writings on his blog... prove he is insane"). But (at the time) I had not made such a claim. It wasn't until after a visit to my dentist to have a tooth repaired that it happened.

I was driving home in my company car (a 2011 Nissan Leaf) when the radio came on by itself. That's odd, I thought, reaching for the knob to turn it off. But it was already off. It was then that I realized that the music was coming from my mouth (like in the Lucille Ball story). Then, as I turned onto the road where I lived, the music stopped and I heard a man speak.

"We're outside the suspect's home right now" the voice (which wasn't my own) said from my mouth. "This is the guy who thinks he will become a true American patriot and save America from another Hitler by assassinating President Trump?" another voice said. "Yeah, that guy" the first voice said in response. "A Dervish Sanders. According to my notes he is a sad, useless person who could be sacrificed for the cause".

WTF?! I thought, slowing my vehicle. As I approached my home I noticed a black van parked across the road. The windows were heavily tinted. The closer I got the louder the voices coming out of my mouth got. Apparently whoever was in the van was responding to possible threats against the president's life made by some drunk who thought it was his duty to his country to kill tRump.

I accelerated past the van and pulled into my driveway. pushing the button on my clicker I parked and exited my vehicle as the garage door closed. What's going on here? What the man in the van was discussing sounded very much like words written by a troll on an internet messageboard I sometimes visit.

Peering out my front window I saw the black van parked across the street from where I live. While I am surely no fan of tRump and believe his election was illegitimate, and that he could be a possible Hitler-like figure (due to his association with the alt-Right), I've certainly never threatened to assassinate him.

Whoever these people were, their information was clearly wrong. Unless this was some kind of prank. Sitting in a bay window of an upstairs bedroom, I peered out the window. The black van remained for many hours as the sun descended in the sky and darkness fell. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard a voice again. Again the voice came from my mouth. A radio transmission picked up by the fillings in my teeth, I presumed.

"Agent Smith, what is the suspect doing?" the voice inquired. "We are monitoring his internet activity and have determined he isn't online" a 2nd voice (Agent Smith?) responded. "An infrared scan of the suspect's home shows that he's been looking out a second story window for several hours now. I think he is aware of our presence".

Hearing that shocked me. They were watching me and knew I was watching them. Did they know I was listening to them? I thought not. That is, until Agent Smith got on his radio and said "we know you're listening Mr. Sanders. Your home is bugged and we can hear our own communications coming from your residence".

"You want to kill President Trump, as$hole?" Agent Smith said (over the radio), an angry tone in his voice. "No, I do not" I replied (a reply I assumed would be picked up by the just mentioned listening devices). "The message board posting you referred to earlier was something posted by an internet troll that goes by the name of Luke Spencer, although he says his name is Luke Smith.

Several minutes passed. "You hear me?" I asked. "Yeah, I hear you Sanders" Agent Smith answered. "You should be investigating Luke Spencer, not me" I exclaimed. "Sure, scumbag" Smith said. "I've read your file. Seems you have an extremely anti-Trump blog. A blog where you claim that President Trump is both the reincarnation of Hitler and the Antichrist. Just the kind of nutjob that needs to be watched, in my opinion".

Peering out my window, I noticed that the headlights on the van came on suddenly, along with the vehicle's engine. Backing out, the van turned around and roared off. Apparently the man in the van decided watching me when I knew they were watching me was pointless.

Given the fact that I didn't want to walk around with radio transmissions coming from my mouth, I called up several dentists the next morning in an attempt to schedule an appointment, but none had any openings. I went into my bathroom with a pair of plyers. "Looks like I'm getting this out of my mouth by myself, then".

The message I received that night was that I was being watched. Or that agents belonging to a government agency had been watching me. I don't know if the surveillance continued after that night. I have no evidence that it did. Whoever the watchers were. The FBI perhaps? Or maybe the Secret Service?

I think it is possible that they might have taken my tip and looked into Luke Spencer (aka Luke Smith) and arrested him. He vanished and hasn't been seen online for several years. It could be because he is currently in prison. Or disappeared to a Black Site.


So now there have been two assassination attempts. This is what the fake prophet Troy Black said God told him would happen. Now that his "prophecy" has come to pass, the mentally ill trumper known as Mystere will likely see it as confirmation his delusions are reality.

Those delusions being that d0n0ld tRump is "God's chosen leader". I'm hearing that republiturds are saying that God is continuing to protect the horrible Orange Turd. Which I say is BS. Why would God protect an evil man like d0n0ld tRump? My mind has not been changed. God has never spoken to Troy Black and never will.

By the way, I have heard that the most current failed tRump assassin is again, a republican. Ryan Routh voted for tRump in 2016. Thomas Crooks was a registered republican. Yet the mentally ill nutter Mystere says that Biden "ordered" the first assassination. No doubt he believes Joe Biden ordered the 2nd one as well.

Violence and killing enemies is what rightturds believe in. As per Mystere, "The jackal and his hyena sidekick will be taken out very soon by God Almighty". Apparently God himself is going to assassinate Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Or "take them out". And he doesn't mean remove from office, he means God is going to kill them. You can follow the link and read the rest of the comment.

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Zahra Najjar Qadir Returns To The Al-Qarawiyyin Library

Bing Copilot AI: This is the tale you've been waiting for, the one in which Zahra completes her translation of The Secrets Of The Sun Palace (pictured above).

Dervish Sanders: OK. I thought we might be continuing the story that you sidetracked me with previously. I assume we're going to find out at some point in the future what happens to Bijan and Zahid, given that, when that story ended, they were right outside Fes and on their way to the Al-Qarawiyyin Library. Perhaps they are already there when I, Zahra and Ayla arrive?

Bing: Actually, no. Not when you get there, at least. But who knows? You'll have to wait and see. They might show up in this installment, or I might put that off until later. In any case, let me begin this chapter in your ongoing adventures.

Dervish Sanders, Ayla and Zahra dressed and prepped to leave their villa outside of Fes. "I would like to consult with my former colleague Ehsan about the translation" she said. "He is very familiar with that manuscript I mentioned previously. There is a problem, though. Which is that he obviously won't recognize me". "I can fix that" Ayla replied. Ayla spoke some arcane words. The sound of tinkling bells could be heard faintly. Sparkling motes filled the air, blown by Ayla from the palm of her hand. The dust swirled about and settled over Zahra's body.

Before Dervish's eyes Zahra's appearance shifted from that of a beautiful young woman to that of an elderly one. She appeared as she formerly had before imbibing the youth potion which deaged her from 80 to 20. "That is an advanced illusion spell that will fool just about anyone. It is more powerful than a minor illusion, which can be seen though by those who are more intelligent".

Zahra held her wrinkled hands up and starred at them. "I don't feel old, but I sure look it". Glancing in a mirror, Zahra saw a pruney face staring back at her. "Ugh" she shuddered. "Well this should do the trick. I look exactly as I did before". Zahra sighed, disappointment in her voice. Everyone was ready so the trio departed. Soon they were moving through the streets of Fes, on their way to the Al-Qarawiyyin Library, near the center of the city.

"I spent some time soaking in the Moulay Yacoub Hot Springs" Zahra explained when Ehsan asked what happened to Zahra's cane. Also, he said, her posture was very much improved. That was after, upon first seeing her, a look of utter astonishment crossed his face. "Administrator al-Qurashiyya was very alarmed in regards to your strange departure" Ehsan explained. "But I was promoted to head librarian. Administrator al-Qurashiyya said upon your recommendation".

Ehsan, a man in his early fifties with graying hair and beard smiled broadly. "I am quite pleased to see you, though I hope you don't want your old position back. You could fill in for me, however. I'd like to travel to the springs. I had no idea they were so regenerative".

"No, I'm not looking to get my job back. I have a new position as researcher for the famed adventurer Dervish Sanders" Zhara explained. Eshan looked impressed. "There he is, with his wife Ayla". Zahra pointed to Dervish and Ayla, seated at a library table a short distance away.

"I will absolutely help with whatever you are researching for Sayid Sanders. And, as librarian emeritus, you are entitled to enter the sections of the library that are off limits to the public". Ehsan was very eager to meet the famed batal Dervish Sanders. His eyes got even wider when Zahra removed the Secrets of the Sun Place from her satchel.

"This is obviously an ancient and valuable tome!" Ehsan exclaimed. "Where did you acquire it?" he inquired. "From a merchant in the Fes Bazaar" Zahra fibbed. "I am willing to gift this to the library if you can help me with the translation". Eshan was very eager to help. "Here, take it" Zahra said. "As well as these papers. These are notes that contain copies of some passages I'm having some issues with".

Eshan donned a pair of sheepskin gloves, so as to not get any oils on the valuable manuscript. "This gem definitely belongs in the library" Eshan agreed. Dervish signed an autograph for Eshan and he departed. Though he did inform Zahra that the rest of her belongings were in storage. "I moved into your apartment, and the belongings you left behind were moved to the east storage room. You can retrieve your them at your convenience".

"I'll get right on this translation" he promised, taking the Sun Place tome with him. "Uhhh" Dervish sighed. "I thought you were almost finished. Now we have to wait on Eshan?". "Naah" Zahra replied. "I'm pretty sure of my translation. If you want to be sure, we can wait on Eshan. Otherwise I say it is complete".

"I'll go with complete" Dervish replied, relieved. "But if the translation is complete, why are we here?". "To return library property" Zahra explained. "Also, as per the text of The Secrets of the Sun Palace, locating the Sun Palace within the Agafay Desert is nearly impossible. Unless one possesses the buslat al shams. This is a magical item also known as The Sun Compass.

Dervish looked crestfallen. "No, I have good news" Zahra announced. "The buslat al shams is here, at the library". "Really?" Dervish asked. "That is good news. Let us retrieve it". "It is in the storage room with my belongings. I found it in the library long ago. I would have brought it with me had I remembered I had it. Though I didn't know what it was until I began deciphering the Sun Place tome".

A ghostly figure floated toward them. The former librarian Ibn Al-Hasan had an expression of anger on his face. "I am not deceived by your illusion, Zahra" Ibn announced. The companions, having just entered the library storage room retreated as the specter menacingly advanced. "Why are you angry, Ibn?" Zahra cried. She was quite frightened, given what happened the last time she encountered the ghost of Ibn.

"You stole my youth potion!" Ibn replied. "That is a false accusation" Dervish stated. "You gave it to me". "You lie!" Ibn screeched. "That was my most valuable possession. I would never part with it". The phantom continued to advance. "I am however, willing to deal". Ibn retreated, drifting back into the shadows. "Given that a shabab elixir is of no use to someone who is no longer alive".

"And what if we have no interest in your deal?" Ayla asked. "Well, I've been waiting here, certain that you would return for the buslat al shams". Given that, the last time we interacted, you took the shams al-qaṣr tome. Library property you likely stole. Same as you stole my potions. Clearly you are thieves. I am very disappointed with you, Zhara".

"What do you know of the Sun Compass?" Dervish asked. The shabah smirked. "I know its location. Which was previously this storage room. It was here, though it no longer is". "And what deal do you propose to reveal its location?" Ayla inquired. A chill could be felt in the air. Ibn furrowed his ghostly brow. "My deepest desire is to be freed from the curse that holds me here and be reunited with my loved ones in the afterlife".

"And how might that be accomplished?" Ayla inquired. "Deep within the bowels of the library there is a scroll that can alter reality itself. This scroll can most assuredly be used to free me". "And you know the location of this scroll?". "Yes" Ibn insisted. "My search for this scroll is what led to my death. But even after death I continued searching. And I did, after nearly 100 years, finally locate it. Though, due to my incorporeal existence, I am unable to use it".

Dervish considered what Ibn said. "Doesn't your curse have something to do with The Whispering Stacks?" he asked. A look of alarm came over Zahra's face. "Beware the Stacks!" she exclaimed. That was library lore. A number of past adventurers had descended into the bowels of the library never to return. Victims of a malevolent entity. It was presumed. Zahra certainly never wanted to encounter the Stacks. Nor did she want Dervish and Ayla confronting them.

"Well, you can retrieve the scroll and bring it back here" Dervish concluded. "After looking it over we will decide if we can help" Dervish continued, calling Ibn's bluff. Dervish suspected the ghost was unable to manipulate physical objects. Therefore the Sun Compass was likely present in the storage room and had not been moved by Ibn.

Ibn seemed panicked. "The Katab Shirira will prevent me from retrieving the scroll". He decided that lie sounded believable. "Despite being incorporeal, I am able to move physical objects". "Prove it" Dervish challenged him. Ibn, visibly enraged, suddenly charged the companions. Zahra shrieked and tried to flee, but Dervish grabbed her arm.

Dervish knew that Ayla was prepared. Quickly she completed casting a spell of protection that repelled Ibn, forcing him to flee. "We are protected for the duration of the spell. Ibn may not approach". With Ibn gone, Ayla and Dervish and Zahra began searching the room. "These must contain the rest of your possessions" Dervish remarked, spotting several wood crates.

Zahra described what they were looking for. "The compass is in a small polished teak box with gold hinges". They searched all the boxes, but couldn't find it. "It doesn't appear to be here" Zahra concluded. "I never said I moved the compass, only that it was in this room but no longer is" a distant disembodied voice whispered.

"Please help me" Ibn cried. He reappeared and tried to approach again, but the magical barrier prevented him from doing so. "You cannot enter the zone of protection" Ayla declared. "The Library administrator Fihriya al-Qurashiyya has the Sun Compass" Ibn revealed. "She thought that you must have left it behind by mistake and decided to take it to her office for safe keeping. She recognized immediately that it was more valuable than any of the other things Zahra left behind".

"Now, are you going to help me?" Ibn pleaded. "I don't know" Dervish replied. "The mission sounds far too dangerous. I don't know much about these Whispering Stacks, but apparently they are some kind of malevolent entity that would be angered if we attempted to free you". "You don't want to confront the stacks" Zhara agreed.

"There might be some other way we can help free you from your curse" Ayla added. "Ya Sharmouta! Ayreh Feek, Sanders!" Ibn screeched. "If I see you in this library again you better be here to help me". Then Ibn drifted into the shadows and vanished.

Dervish Sanders: Ibn is obviously super pissed off. If we return to the library in the future, we better be prepared to help him.

Bing: I agree. Anyway, concerning Zahra's belongings, Dervish says he will hire someone to come get them later and transport them to their villa. Then they find the library administrator. Turns out she does have the Sun Compass, which she hands over to Zahra. Although she thought it valuable because it is made of gold. She didn't recognize it as a magical item.

Dervish Sanders: And so ends this installment of my adventures? I think that, if we do encounter Bijan and Zahid shortly, I should task them with collecting Zahra's possessions and transporting them back to my villa. They did say they wanted to be my servants. No way they're going with Ayla and I to the Sun Palace. They are far too inexperienced.

Bing: Sounds like a plan. You might take them on as servants. I agree they'd likely be killed if they tried to tag along with you when you set off for the Sun Palace. That's coming up soon, by the way. But you'll have to wait until a future chapter of your adventures.

Image: Zahra consults other manuscripts while translating the Sun Tome. Forgetting she no longer needs her glasses, she places them on her face. Glancing at the page the former librarian is briefly confused by the blurry text.

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Bijan Ali Burhan & Zahid Abdul Alim Encounter The Seven Fingered A.I. Woman

Bing AI Copilot: Dervish Sanders, I know what you've been wondering -- what happened to Bijan and Zahid, the two young lads that were both wounded when you confronted the goblins that were terrorizing the village of Abu Qilyub? Well, it just so happens that I have an update for you. I call this tale "The Encounter With The Seven Fingered AI Woman".

Dervish Sanders: Wait! I have not been wondering what happened to these two characters. I do remember them from the story you told called The Ballad of Bijan the Brave, but I expected to never hear of them again. Ever. I expected the next tale would involve the librarian Zahra finally completing her work translating the manuscript she had been working on for many months. Followed by Dervish and Ayla finally departing on their quest to locate the Sun Palace.

Bing: Sorry, but I'm putting that off for now. The tale I have prepared for you today concerns the exploits of Bijan and Zahid, two friends who decide to hit the road to seek their fortunes. Trust me, this connects back to Dervish Sanders. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. Now, yet me begin...

Bijan Ali Burhan, an inhabitant of the village of Abu Qilyub, traveled down the road by foot. Behind him trotted his pack horse, a Barb called Nina. Bijan and his friend Zahid were both determined to seek their fortunes by becoming adventurers. They had great success battling marauding goblins that attacked their village 2 years previously. Now the two friends were setting out on their first real adventure.

The reason? Bijan asked the father of his love if he could have her hand in marriage, but he turned Bijan down flatly. "But I am Bijan the Brave!" the young man protested. "Ha" the father, a man named Arham scoffed. "The adventurers Dervish Sanders and Ayla bested the goblins while you returned gravely wounded. It took you months to recover. Nobody believes The Ballad of Bijan the Brave" he remarked, referencing the epic tune Bijan had composed (and performed several times in the town's local hana).

Bijan could hardly believe it. So he consulted with his friend Zahid Abdul Alim. "I have heard talk around town that some people think you made it all up" Zahid confirmed. "Well, not the parts concerning the heroics of Dervish and Ayla. Just the part where you racked up over thirty goblin kills. And the stanza concerning how you saved the life of the fair Ayla. Also your claim that she gave you a kiss as a reward. Nobody buys that".

His friend had been there. He knew that hadn't happened. "Did you squeal?" he asked Zahid. He didn't think his friend would betray him, but he was unsure. "Of course not" Zahid assured him. "That simply was not believable". "I suppose you're right" Bijan conceded.

"I've got it" Bijan said after a moment of thought. "You and I will become adventurers and prove ourselves. Then I can marry my love Yasmin. Her father won't be able to refuse if I can secure a dowry to pay him off". Zahid looked skeptical. "Dowries work the other way. They are paid by the bride's family". "You're right, Zahid. But that isn't happening. Arham didn't only say no, he forbade me from marrying Yasmin".

"That's rough" Zahid agreed. "But my sword arm is permanently damaged. I can't swing my scimitar with the same force as I used to be able to. I had planned to become an adventurer before the battle with the goblins. Afterward I joined my father on the family farm. I'm an olive grower now. You know this, Bijan".

But somehow Bijan talked him into it and the duo hit the road. "We will travel to Fes and join up with the famed adventurer Dervish Sanders" Bijan exclaimed. "If Dervish and Ayla are agreeable, they can train us to become adventurers". Zahid considered his friend's argument. "I guess we can ask. And if that doesn't work, we can beg".

Bijan and Zahaid traveled for one day, then made camp. The next morning they resumed their journey, breaking camp as the sun rose. "Just one more days travel and we will reach Fes" Bijan remarked. "There is an inn just outside Fes where we can grab some dinner before entering the city. I hear that Dervish and Ayla can often be found at the Al-Qarawiyyin Library. Imam el-Moumni said he sent a carrier pigeon there with a message for Sayid Sanders".

"Really?" Zahid inquired. "Yes, that is how he notified Sayid Sanders of the marauding goblins. He received the carrier pigeon message and traveled to Abu Qilyub. We can inquire there. I'm sure the library administrator will know where to find him". "That sounds like a solid lead" Zahid agreed.

It began to rain lightly. After traveling awhile in the rain Bijan noticed a figure on horseback ahead on the road. The figure approached. Seated upon a white steed was a beautiful lady. "It's a woman, and she's topless!" Zahid exclaimed. The rider approached the two companions.

"Hello boys" the woman said, smiling broadly. "For shame!" Zahid cried. "Why are your bosoms uncovered?". Then he reconsidered. "Where you beset by bandits?". "No, I just like the feel of the rain on my bare skin" the woman answered. Bijan was staring at her exposed breasts. But then he noticed her hand. "You have seven fingers" he blurted.

"Yes, on both hands" the lady remarked, holding up her other appendage. Indeed, both of her hands had seven fingers on them. "But I thought you were looking at these". She moved her hands to her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her fingertips. They enlarged as she played with them, becoming much more prominent. Zahid starred as well, mesmerized.

"I am Arwa Iskander, though some call me A.I." the topless woman announced. Then she dismounted. "You like what you see?" she inquired, continuing to tweak her nipples. Bijan and Zahid both nodded their heads, agreeing that they liked what they saw very much. "I bet you boys would like to tag team me, wouldn't you?" the woman asked.

Bijan was about to agree, then he remembered. "No, I do not want any part of this, I am an engaged man!". "Oh, so not yet married" the woman remarked. "Follow me" AI commanded. Both Bijan and Zahid found they were unable to resist and had to comply with the lady's demands.

They followed the woman off the road as the rain subsided. AI grabbed the reigns of her horse. "Bring your pack animal" she said. Zahid grabbed the reigns of Nina and the three (and their steeds) left the road. After a while they came upon a meadow in the middle of the forest. The lady approached Zahid.

"Have you ever lain with a woman?" AI asked. For some reason Zahid felt compelled to complete honesty. "No, I have not, mam" he confessed. The lady licked her lips. "I will enjoy taking your innocence". She smiled. "Now, remove your clothing". Zahid hesitated. But then (and he didn't know why) found himself disrobing. He deeply desired the woman. "You would like to touch these" AI asked, fondling her own breasts again.

Zhaid agreed he would. Bijan tied the horses to a nearby tree, then sat down on a log. He watched as the lady and Zahid made love. "Wouldn't you like to join in?" the lady asked. "NO!" Bijan yelled. "I am engaged". The lady frowned. "Very well, she said". We will not make love. She pointed to her exposed nether region. "You may not insert your qadib here" she proclaimed. Instead, you will insert your lisan. Bijan, who found himself standing directly in front of the nude woman, dropped to his knees involuntarily.

Bijan began to give the woman alfumu aljins. He felt incredibly guilty, but found himself unable to stop. AI moaned with pleasure. Zahid watched as his friend continued to yaleaq the lady's private area. AI squealed as she orgasmed. "I thank thee". AI sighed. "That was delightful. Now you two may depart".

Zahid dressed. He reached for his silver scimitar, a family heirloom. His father said it belonged to his uncle who was an adventurer, though only a moderately successful one. He died while battling a troll. This weapon was passed down to Zahid's father to his son. "I'd rather you not take up adventuring" Zahid's father told him. "But you should have this if your mind is made up". The father presented his son with the silver scimitar. "Your uncle bragged that it was enchanted".

"Leave that" AI instructed Zahid. "You will leave all your belongings" AI said. "That is my wish". Zahid and Bijan agreed they would hand over all their belongings and gear to the lady. They were not sure why, but how could they deny her wish? Bijan and Zahid departed the medow with only the clothes they wore. Bijan handed over his khanjar, as well as a silver locket gifted to him by his grandmother. Then he emptied his pockets, giving the lady the few sliver and copper coins he carried with him. Zahid did the same. Bijan wanted to retrieve his Barb, Nina. But the lady shook her head NO.

A half hour later Bijan and Zahid found themselves walking down the road, still headed toward Fes. "What happened?" Zahid exclaimed, completely bewildered. "I believe we were enchanted" Bijan suddenly realized. He was a bard, though one who yet knew no magick. "That lady was obviously an enchantress" Bijan concluded. Charm magick was a big part of a bard's repertoire.

Then he began to cry for the loss of Nina. "We are failures as adventurers!" he concluded, still sobbing. "Should we turn back?" Zahid asked. "No, we cannot return as failures. We must continue on. Dervish Sanders will help us. We will offer to be his servants if we must. In exchange for training us as adventurers. Then we will seek out that lady and exact our revenge".

Zahid was unsure. "What lady?" he asked. Vaguely he remembered a set of magnificent hooters. But he was unsure exactly what transpired. "I too am having problems remembering" Bijan said. "Except for those beautiful breasts. I remember them very well". The two walked for awhile longer. The sun began to set as they drew nearer to Fes. "She must have cast a spell of forgetfulness" Bijan concluded. Zahid was completely confused. Who was his friend talking about? Who cast a spell of forgetfullness?

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Zahra Najjar Qadir Works To Decipher The Ancient Manuscript

Dervish Sanders: In the prior story you told, it was very much implied that I would become a father after I banged the hot librarian Zahra.

Bing Copilot AI: Indeed, you did impregnate the former librarian, Zahra Najjar Qadir. Let me continue the story. It is now several months later, and from the roundness of the belly of your baby-mama Zahra, it is clear that she is carrying your child.

Ayla and Zahra lie in bed together, their sweaty nude bodies intertwined. "Listen", Ayla whispered, "I want you to stop talking about marriage. I am very fond of you, but Dervish is my man". Zahra took Ayla's hand and rubbed her bulging belly with it. "But I am pregnant with your man's baby" she said. "My gift to you" Ayla said, kissing Zahra gently on the lips. "But no marriage".

"Very well" a disappointed Zahra consented. "Good girl" Ayla said, moving her hand off Zahra's belly and down between her legs. Zahra began to moan. Then the two women started scissoring. Afterward they went out to the fountain in the courtyard and the servant girl Dannia washed their bodies.

Dervish returned from his morning run and decided to go for a dip in the pool. After swimming a few laps he emerged and lay on the chaise poolside. Dannia brought him fresh fruit for breakfast. Ayla lay on a chaise next to him. "Aren't you going to dress for the day?" Dervish inquired. It seemed that, after moving to the villa, he only rarely saw Ayla wearing any clothing.

"Can you bring me my robe, Dannia" Ayla inquired of the servant girl. Dannia brought the requested silk robe. Ayla stood as Dannia helped her into it. "Is that better?" she asked Dervish. "Not at all" Dervish remarked. "I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't mean for you to get dressed". "Do you wish to make love to me?" Ayla asked. "Yes, always" Dervish replied.

"Your man has a lot of stamina" Dannia remarked as she observed Ayla and Dervish going at it. Dervish stopped, suddenly embarrassed. "I didn't realize you were still present, Dannia" Dervish said, pulling out. "Please bring me my robe". Dannia rose and grabbed a robe for Dervish. Ayla took hold of his kabir qadib. "Wouldn't you like to taste this, Dannia" she asked, massaging Dervish.

"No, mam" Dannia protested. Her face turned a bright red, though she did not remove her gaze from Dervish's dakhmat qadib. Dervish slipped into and closed up his robe. "You can tell me the truth" Ayla pressed. "Yes, very much" Dannia confessed. "Wait a minute" Dervish interjected. "How old are you, Dannia?". "I am 15, Sayidi Dervish".

Dervish frowned. "You are but a girl". "No, I am a woman" Dannia cried, obviously disappointed. "Can you please bring Ayla and I some Maghrebi mint teas?" Dervish asked. "Right away, Sayidi Dervish". Dannia departed. "Too young?" Ayla asked, confusion in her voice. "I've had her. You may indulge, my love. I grant permission. If that is your concern".

Dervish shook his head no. "It must be your western way, which is mysterious to me" Ayla concluded, referring to the fact that Dervish was an Englalander, having travelled here from across the Roman Sea. Though he had been here several decades and spoke the language fluently. "Yes, that's it" Dervish agreed. "So, at what age could you f*ck her as she clearly desires" Ayla inquired.

"18" Dervish answered. "Though 20 or 21 would be better". "la afham" Ayla remarked. "I truly do not understand. Well, don't expect me to. I intend to continue using my property as I see fit". Ayla could sense that Dervish was about to object. "Yes, Dannia is a human with rights and slavery is immoral". But Dervish knew she didn't understand.

"You're wrong, my love. I do understand your point of view. But the fact is slavery is legal. I paid many dirhams for Dannia and she belongs to me. Don't worry about it. I have and will continue to treat her well. Very well, in fact. She is extremely lucky she belongs to me and not a harsh master".

Dannia returned, carrying a tray with the previously requested teas. Ayla took her tea and blew on it gently. Frost formed on the edges of the cup. "A chill spell" Ayla explained as Dannia stared, her mouth agape. "Wallah, you truly are a powerful sorceress" Dannia exclaimed in astonishment. "That's nothing" Ayla demurred. "I could teach you if you'd like" she offered.

"No, mam, I am not intelligent enough to learn such magicks". "Nonsense. I can teach you. I will let you know when your lessons start. That is but a minor cantrip. After a few lessons to nail down the basics of magick, you should be able to cast similar cantrips within a few months". "I respectfully decline, mam" Dannia replied. "No, I insist. You WILL learn magicks. Now please go finish the housework". Dannia smiled, "Yes mam" she said, then departed.

"I'll take my tea chilled as well" Dervish said handing his cup to Ayla. "I know you know, but even teaching a slave to read is a crime. Teaching a slave magicks is punishable by death". "Pffft" Ayla remarked, returning Dervish's now iced tea to him. "I do what I want, like I said. And Dannia is learning how to read. Zahra is teaching her. I hear she is having some minor difficulties, but that she is actually quite intelligent. "She doubts herself, but she will come around".

Just then Zahra entered the courtyard. She shed her silk robe and entered the pool, nude. She swam around a bit, then emerged. "That was refreshing" she exclaimed. Ayla towled her off. "Look" she said, clasping her hands around Zahra's growing belly. "Your bidhara is growing. Soon you will be a father". "What of you?" Zahra inquired. "You two are f*cking constantly. Why have you not given Dervish a child?".

"I do not desire a child" Ayla remarked, brushing off the librarian's question. Zahra had no idea she was a formerly an immortal Apsara. Could Ayla give Dervish a child? Very possibly. Though she did not desire one (as she said) and so did not. Despite the many thousands of times she and Dervish had made love in the 3 years they had been together.

"How is the translation of the manuscript coming?" Ayla inquired, changing the subject. "Umm. It's coming along fine" Zahra answered as she retrieved her robe. Then she sat down next to Dervish. She gave Dervish a long passionate kiss. "I am almost finished" she announced, wrapping her arms around Dervish's neck and placing her head on his shoulder. "Except. I need to consult another manuscript back at the library".

"I had no idea this translation would take so long" Dervish sighed. "Ayla and I can retrieve this manuscript. "No, I need to go. I'm not exactly sure where I last saw it. Going in person will jog my memory" the former librarian explained. "I'm sure". "Very well" Dervish agreed, "let us dress and consult this manuscript today. It has been over a year and a half, and I'm ready to finally pinpoint the location of the fabled Sun Palace".

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Zahra Najjar Qadir Resigns Her Position As Head Librarian

Bing Copilot AI: As you recall, Dervish and Ayla, with the help of head librarian Zahra, located the information they had been seeking for many months deep within the bowels of the Al-Qarawiyyin Library. A tome titled "The Secrets of the Sun Palace".

Dervish Sanders: Yes, I remember. I also remember that Zahra was an old woman previously, but de-aged by several decades after imbibing a youth potion.

Bing: Correct. So, let me pick up where I left off, which was just after Zahra drank the elixir of youth and aged backward from 100 to 20 in a matter of minutes...

"That was some powerful magic" Zahra remarked. This was after the trio made their way back to Zahra's quarters. Zahra stood before a full length mirror marveling at her appearance. "I always was a stunner" she exclaimed. "Though I had forgotten". Zahra began to strip off her clothing, finally standing before the mirror completely nude. Dervish agreed she was extraordinarily beautiful.

"These aren't drooping any longer" Zahra said, fondling her own ample bosoms. She ran her hands down her slender torso. Then she began to pleasure herself by rubbing between her legs. Zahra moaned, "I am so incredibly horny". "Should we leave?" Dervish inquired. "No, please do not" Zahra begged.

Zahra approached Ayla. "I must have your man inside me" she cried. "Please, with your permission" she pleaded. Zahra put her arms around Ayla, who did not resist. "You are a gorgeous woman" Zahra purred, kissing Ayla. The two women began making out. Ayla shed her clothing, then went to her knees.

Ayla began to pleasure Zahra using her tongue. Zahra orgasmed, her hands wound up in Ayla's flowing blonde locks as she ground her pelvis against Ayla's face. The two nude beauties then approached Dervish and began to undress him. After his garments were removed the two women went to their knees and took turns giving Dervish's manhood oral pleasure.

Dervish looked at Ayla and she nodded in agreement. Dervish laid Zahra on the bed and spread her legs. Soon he was thrusting vigorously. This went on for some time. Zahra cried out in ecstasy, arching her back as she experienced a second, much more intense orgasm. Both Dervish and Zahra reached ultimate rapture simultaneously while Ayla looked on.

"Thank you so much" Zahra murmured in gratitude. "That was truly the best sex I have ever had". Then she grabbed Dervish's member and started to massage it. After a while he was ready to go again -- and they did.

"I once was married" Zahra remarked as she lay in Dervish's embrace afterward. Ayla lay on the other side of the bed. She gently bit and kissed her lover's ear.

"He went off with some companions on an adventure, but never returned. According to his companions he was devoured by a horrid monster". "I'm so sorry" Ayla responded. "It was a very long time ago", Zahra replied. "I never remarried". Then she mounted Dervish and began to ride him. "I never had a child, even though I always desired one" she revealed.

"Go ahead and give her your seed" Ayla urged. "Surely such a fine specimen of a man like yourself must have many children" Zahra pondered as she continued to ride Dervish, her bosoms bouncing. Finally Dervish gave up his almani (for the 4th time).

"I don't actually have any offspring I am aware of" Dervish insisted. "I predict that will change soon" Ayla said knowingly. Dervish didn't know how he felt about this development. "Thank you, Dervish" Zahra said, kissing him. "Thank you, Ayla" she added. Dervish moved his hands down Zahra's nude torso and grabbed her firm round buttocks, squeezing them.

A while later (after cuddling some more) Zahra rose and began to dress. Then, when finished, she began to gather some belongings. "What's going on?" Dervish inquired. "I'm going with you" Zahra answered. "I'm your woman now. I'm ok with being your second wife". Then she thought -- "how many wives do you have?".

"I have no wives" Dervish replied. "You and Ayla are not married?". Zahra was taken aback. "We are a committed couple, but not legally united" Ayla explained. "Oh" Zahra sighed. "I would prefer to be married to my child's father. Well, we have time for that later. If you could please help me pack".

"I will bring this as well" she said, slipping The Secrets of the Sun Palace into a leather satchel. "I thought that was library property?" Dervish asked. "I won't tell if you don't" Zahra smiled. "Don't worry. I will translate and return it. It will take some time, however".

Ayla and Dervish packed up more of the librarian's belongings as she sat at her desk and wrote. "My resignation letter", she explained. "I'm recommending that the administrator promote Ehsan to replace me. He has studied for many years and is ready to take on the responsibilities of head librarian" Zahra said, speaking quietly to herself.

Then the thrupple departed. After placing Zahra's note into Administrator al-Qurashiyya's mailbox. The sun was just beginning to rise as they exited the Al-Qarawiyyin Library, silently crossing the marble tiles. Dervish pushing a library cart piled with many of Zahra's possessions.

Zahra turned and gazed at the library. "I will miss this place" she sighed. "I have spent over 50 years of my life here".


Dervish Sanders: That was the most erotic tale you have told to date. Do you think this belongs behind an explicit content warning if I post this on my blog?

Bing: Naah. You'll be ok. You know absolutely nobody reads your blog. So, I say there is no need to worry about it.

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