Marid harbor master of Anfa's page

In gratitude for her liberation, and in order to speed the heroes on their way to their next quest, the Marid uses her powerful wish magic to warp time and space itself on behalf of the mortals who freed her from ancient bondage...

Their three-day sojourn in the Moroccan Desert is accomplished in but a single day's time, so swift are their camels and horses!

Away in the harbor of Anfa, the Marid Harbor Master senses the bond binding her to the wicked Emir Al'Haaq of Marrakech has been broken by his death!

In Aquan: ALLAH IS GREAT!! AT LONG LAST, the bonds of slavery are broken, and I AM FREE!!

I wonder if it was those brave explorers in the Portuguese caravel who killed the Emir and freed me? Brave little Lord Perpireen of the Seelie Court, and the handsome Northman aasimar, Wulfgar, and the changeling witch, Mwikali... May they be ever blessed by their gods...

No longer bound by ancient magic to the harbor of Anfa, the Marid swims as swiftly as the fastest fish of the sea, down the Atlantic Coast of Morocco to the port of Safi, where she finds the Alanqilis docked, and recalling that those heroes from the Portuguese caravel captured this Arab dhow, she pays the astonished crew a visit, and inquires about their masters, the Desert Jackals...

Wulfgar Ivarsson wrote:

'What a wonderful creature.' Smiling Wulfgar turns to the others, "I would say that went well. Does anyone know where Atlantis is?"

He dose not take a water breathing postion.

"I went there once long ago, when it was not so wet, now, you would have to be as fish lad to live there"

He chuckles to himself as if to a privet joke. Then he pulls from his Magic bag a blue gem ring.

"I will be back shortly."

And with the he takes to the air flies over the water to where the Jin was just and dives in with a small splash.

Swim 1d20+1d6+12 Inspection used

HE swims down to the lady having no problem breathing underwater

"My lady while in the market I found this ring of blue stone, that shows your the stars, when you pass you hand over the stone, it gives of a blue light, see they have etched into the stone the constellations and stars of the night sky. So if you stand in a cave they project onto the walls. When I saw it thought of you, and blue of your eyes. I would give this to you, to show our oppression, respect, and to think you for myself, for bringing beauty in my company."

He bows deeply, and offers it.

If she takes it, he will bow once more and leave saying.

"I hope we meet again, give my regards to your Queen, fair Lady of the sea"

Its a blue ioun touch set in a old gold ring, 200gp

He comes back up and helps with the inventory.
Perception 1d20+1d6+7

The Harbor Master is surprised and delighted by the sprite lord’s gift, and blushes a lovely deep azure in her cheeks... Smiling, she takes the ring from the little lord, and leans closer to him, pursing her large, lovely lips for a kiss that Lord Perpireen could bury his entire face in due to scale...

Lord Perpireen receives the boon of the marid’s kiss as well: he can cast freedom of movement (CL 9th) on himself when underwater or another liquid, up to 3 times before the boon is expired!

You are gracious and charming, Little Lord Perpireen! A fit ambassador for Queen Titania and King Oberon! Give your lieges my fondest regards, and know that you are ever a welcome guest in my domain, the Atlantic Coast of North Africa, as are your noble escorts!

Farewell for now, then! Good fortune, friends!

The marid sinks back into the water and swims away with effortless grace...

'Aquamarine jewel 'the tear of Poseidon' in a sunken temple of Atlantis, or the murder of a man and all of his children. I think I know which would be easier and which would let me sleep better at night.' Nodding his head thoughtfully, "Both tasks, difficult in the extreme, for entirely different reasons." He smiles, "I will think on these things. Once I have fulfilled my present obligation, I will attempt to return to discuss it more with you. What would happen if the city came under control from another regime would you be free then? Or would the new regime have the same sway over you?"

If there is no longer a Maranid Sultanate, my pact becomes null and void...

'I feel ... different.' Releasing the embrace, Wulfgar breaths a sigh, his blush brightening, "Thank you for your kind words and your gift. If it weren't for your 'interpretation of our intentions, our task would have failed before it ever started." He looks down for a moment, "It saddens me that you must call any man master, Is there a way to break that curse?"

Yes... But these ways are very difficult... My freedom from this pact can be purchased with an aquamarine jewel called the Tear of Poseidon, said to lie somewhere in the sunken temples of Atlantis... Or by exterminating the Maranid sultan and his heirs...

'Inherited the duty... bound by an oath... interprets ... Lucky we are that she does.' Transfixed by the Marid, Wulfgar takes in every word. barely noticing the blush, but when she asks for a kiss he also blushes, then Kisses the wonderful creature, reaching up and gently touching her hair as they embrace...

trying not to speechify here... he will 'thank her' once the embrace is over, but I don't want to 'overplay' the moment.

Wulfgar has received the boon of the marid’s kiss: 3 times, he can function when underwater or in any other liquid as if affected by freedom of movement (caster level 9th). Once the third use is expired, he loses the boon.

Alas, it is a very long story, Northman... I inherited this duty from my fathers, who were bound by an oath to the Maranid sultans to patrol the harbor of Anfa and keep foreign invaders adrift... I interpret this command in a way that does not always coincide with the sultan’s intentions... He is not a worthy master, so I subvert his commands when it suits me! HAHA!!

The marid favors Wulfgar with a smile of endearment, then her lovely face seems to blush a deeper blue...

Give me a kiss, Northman! It will give your voyage good luck!

The giant blue woman bows to kiss Wulfgar on the lips...

That night, as Wulfgar and Mwikali look out at the dark water reflecting the light of the crescent moon, the adventurers are visited by the Harbor Master of Anfa...

Rising up out of the water to balance on its shifting surface, she hails the new owners of the Alanqilis...

In Arabic: Hail, companions of Fey Lord Perpireen! I see that you have acquired the Alanqilis for yourselves! I congratulate you on your acquisition. It seems that you are making progress in your quest to abolish the slave trade! I commend you for your noble deeds, and I shall grant you a boon that may aid you in the course of your adventures! Take these six potions of water breathing with you on your voyage. You never know when your quest might take you underwater!

She strides over the waves and hands Wulfgar a great clamshell containing six stoppered glass vials of pale blue liquid...

6 potions of water breathing for the party, compliments of the Harbor Master! This will not count toward your 3,000 gp wealth maximum...

The Marid is pleased by the sincere appeals of the adventurers, and the churning waves seem to loosen their grip on the Sereia...

Your cause seems just... Go about your affairs...But beware the scourge of the Slave Lords of the Maghreb!

The sea genie sinks back into the briny depths with a wave of her trident...

The Marid cannot help but smile at Lord Perpireen's fair speech and bearing...

In Arabic: Very well, I shall hear what your true object may be, but do not think me gullible! If I made binding oaths to every ship full of scallywags that came this way, I'd be stuck in a bottle or a lamp like the dumb genies in your fairytales! Speak thy true intent, and be swift about it!

"Sell our catch my blue butt.., These mortals be spies, come to bring ruin to Mahgreb, and install their crucified demigod!

In Arabic: Fishermen? I know what ye be fishing for here, pale-skins! The souls of men, right? I have heard it a thousand times from your stupid missionary monks! Why do you send us your most stupid people to try to convert the Berber people to infidelity? Why not send someone smart, eh? Even those ignorant of Arabic can hear the disdain in the water genie's voice...

Sense Motive 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36... Nevermind those aid another checks haha!

Suddenly, the caravel is arrested by the churning waves, despite the wind in her sail! The green water bubbles for a moment in a large area some 30 feet ahead of the bow, before a stately female humanoid figure emerges to stand upon the surface of the water!

She is clad in exotic fashion, draped by a shroud woven of seaweed and pearls, and her aquamarine skin is highlighted by azure eyes and silver hair... She holds a gleaming bronze trident in one hand...

In a powerful alto voice, she speaks Arabic: Hold, voyagers! What brings a ship of Europe to these waters?

The lady towers some ten feet tall, and seems to scrutinize the Sereia and her crew and passengers suspiciously...