Kasbah le Ribat

## Overview

Ⅰ

Envious of his twin brother's spectacular palace, a djinn is deeply frustrated. "Nobody wants to party at my palace. My own father refuses to step inside.", he thought. To add to his embarrassment, even the witches avoid targeting his unsightly home! The djinn decided that he would do whatever it takes to build a palace that would rival his brother's. After gathering his tools, he raised his pickaxe, and echoed his voice across the land. "Enough is enough!". After many years of toil and unslept nights, his palace was finally finished.

Ⅱ

Word spread far and wide across the land of the djinn's new palace. Many people had come to visit it and see for themselves. It was both lavish and ornate. Everyone that saw it showered the djinn with compliments. The djinn's brother, however, was not to be outdone. Hearing of his brother's success, he was overwhelmed with jealousy, and decided to do something about it. "The witches in the Morgaryll Forest might be willing to help me, if I pay them handsomely with moonlight shards.", he said to himself. And so he traveled by land and sea to the great and distant Morgaryll Forest to seek the aid of its witches. Trespassers had better have good reason to seek them out or be prepared to face dire consequences.

Ⅲ

Shortly after his arrival, the High Priestess of the coven sensed his presence and gathered some of the other members to... welcome him. As they approached, a sense of dread washed over him. "You dare show your face here, djinn?! You are no match for our combined power. Prepare to meet your doom!", the High Priestess said, as the coven readied themselves in unison. "W-Wait!", he panicked. "I've no wish to fight you. To prove my good faith, I've brought for you a fortune in moonlight shards!" "Moonlight shards? It's not often that we are able to obtain them. You wish to trade for them, yes?" "I do.", said the djinn, feeling a little at ease. "What is it that you require?", she asked. "All I ask is that you and your coven help me to embarrass my brother.", he said with a hint of pleading. The High Priestess turned to confer with the coven. "What he asks of us is trivial and he offers much. If this fool wishes to throw away so much for so little then we will let him." The coven members nodded to each other in agreement. "Perhaps we can have a little fun as well.", one witch said. The High Priestess said, "We are in agreement and shall do as you ask." "Splendid!", exclaimed the djinn. After probing his mind, she teleported the entire coven and the djinn to it with only a blink near his brother’s palace.

Ⅳ

“Your brother is hosting a banquet and the entire royal families are invited. You wish to embarrass him. This is when and where we do that”, the elder hag responded. In less then no time, she raised her hand and with a move, the djinn got the look of a noble prince. “What are you doing to me? What’s your plan?” he asked with a little fear in his voice. “The only way to enter the palace is disguised. Amara’s prince is sick, he won’t came and your brother doesn’t know that. You will take his place, so act elegant…but arrogant. We will take care of the rest, we’ll take the look as your servents”, the response came. “But how did you know these?”, he finally asked. The High Priestess merely glared at him with a raised eyebrow at his ridiculous question.

Ⅴ

At the entry of the palace they were stopped by the guardians. “Oi! You there! Show me your invitation!”-, they asked, for the security reason. “Hah! You better take care of your business before it’s too late”, the arrogant prince responded, with a little doubt. “He’s the well known prince of Amara’s Fountain”- a guest whisper to the guardians. “Ough! Our apologies sir! This won’t happen again!”. While the host had everyone's attention with his speech, the witches were able to seize control of the palace undetected. Suddenly, some oddly-glowing mushroomed spewed forth from the ceiling. Shrill cackles echoed through the halls. “W-what’s going on?”, "We're under attack by witches!", the crowd was yelling and exiting the building at the same time. In his desperation, the djinn decided he had to take drastic measures. "Ready the cannon and fire at will!". The sound of the explosions were so powerful that scared the witches away. He succeded chasing them, but his new home was damaged. The poor owner, utterly defeated, lamented about having to ruin his palace. ”This has to be my brother’s hand...”.

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