Lut Gholein was built on top of the ruins of a Vizjerei fortress, making it a nearly impenetrable city to those that wished to claim it for themselves from the outside.
Several conquerors had tried to take over the city. All of them met with failure. as their bodies littered the desert.
There were also so many stories that relate to this place, from the said ruins to the claw viper's temple, there having talks about some old tomb that was opened leaving a passage that led to some sanctuary of long-forgotten knowledge and secrets that could lure even the most cowardly of adventurers.
A chance at power, prestige, and endless wealth, were just the toppings of the main dish.
What indeed attracted so many to look for it was a kingdom of their own desperately.
Imagine being a slave to suddenly receiving a kingdom of your own. Should you succeed in finding the said sanctuary?
Thus brought a booming population with the jewel of the desert.
But thanks to the large influx of people within this city, problems also followed with it, crime, strange people that were said to be undead coming out of the sewers at night, the patrolling troops under the sultan had been gradually dwindling in numbers thanks to the sudden increase in monsters outside of Lut Gholein and so MUCH MORE!
The sultan decided to stop all trades, closing his gates to prevent any more trouble from the outside to continue, but even with this decision, there was one thing that was hard to control.
Troubles from the inside.
Sure, Lut Gholein was made to handle anything the outside can throw at it, but that made them too lax with some things inside this city.
Forcing the current sultan to witness so many things beyond his comprehension, he then hired a good number of mercenaries to help him in his time of need.
But even then, the amount of blood spilled within a year gradually destroyed his city, making him lose hope, at least until a strange voice spoke to him as he leaned back on his throne helplessly.
"wait for a young man with feathered arms with a caravan, and he will help you soon!"
As strange as it was, he was desperate for a solution to his problems, but even then, if this can truly help his city, he'll accept it even if it was one of the monsters that one of his ancestors talked about and had feared; in the past!
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The sultan of the city, dressed in simple white and blue clothes, was excited upon hearing the news waiting near the gates for any of the newcomers that would match the description given.
Jerhyn waited for a whole day before giving up, for now, when the night came.
More people began to die and the vibe within the city was that of awaiting to be killed kind of vibe, but then, continued the bitter wait, weeks went by until he came across the first troublemaker that tried to fool him.(not really)
A group had arrived and there was a young man with 'feathered' arms that had arrived, they were common scammers and thieves, thanks to their leader being good at reading people they were originally going to lay low, at least until the young man with feathers tattooed onto his arms was taken to the side to chat with the desperate Jerhyn.
This young sultan cared for his people more than his own life, that he had abstained from many of the foolish ways done by his ancestors to pass the time Although he has inherited a harem of 200+ women of mostly virgins, to Jerhyn duty held more priority than palace foolishness!
In his desperation, not only did he mention a hefty reward but also offered one of his family treasures!
Not only did the confused thief agree upon hearing that but his greed got the best of him causing him to make one more grave error that helped awaken the sultan from his lapse of desperation.
"You have anything else to make me want to work a bit faster?"
Jerhyn took a deep breath to calm himself and think about what he had almost done...
Why? why did he suddenly break down like that?
He is the proud sultan of Lut Gholein!
Jerhyn was about to just leave and spare the idiot now that he had regained his clarity, however, apparently the sudden change didn't deter the thief since he was still trying to maximize his profits could've lived longer if he had just shut up.
"HEY IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO ADD ANYTHING TO HELP INVIGORATE MY SWORD ARM, WELL I WONDER HOW MANY MORE WEEKS CAN IT STILL STAY STAND-"
*Swink* *thud* the arm he was bragging about suddenly when numb before he looked down and saw... his 'proud' bloodied arm on the ground, The man yelped then shrieked, panicked, but his fate was already sealed when he invoked the ire of the Sultan as this time he manages to see things slow down gradually from when the bloody saber was drawn until it ripped through his neck.
"Cold steel is too much for a snake like you!"
These were the words of the sultan, Jerhyn's saber was already drawn and not only removed the man's sword arm but also the noisy head that dared to mock his beloved city!
Every sultan loves their city in their own twisted way, so if someone insults IT in front of them, it's the same as spitting on their pride, people of the desert give up so much to create a city in a desert and the larger and more beautiful it is, the more they treasure it, the city was more than a place to protect, it carried more than just history and treasure now.
To Jerhyn, it held the homes of his people and their future.
With this said and done he had Greiz deal with this mess and the group that was related to this man no loose ends that could bring more stains to his already damaged city.
He returned to the gate a bit more aware and awake this time to make sure what happened doesn't repeat itself, then continued the bitter wait for the next 3 months as 4 more groups almost got mistake for the people he was waiting for, supplies were starting to run low, water becoming scarce thanks to the necromancer within the sewers destroying every fresh well!
a large number of his subjects limb's looked like twigs, eyes and cheeks sunken in, practically skin and bones!
His coffers could only handle so much strain from the constant spread of death and disease, at least he had some trust people that dwelled within the city at its time of need.
Lysander, he may be grumpy and greedy, but at least he gets the job done, an elderly alchemist within this city.
Drognan, a well-educated man, while he prefers to remain in his research about the horadrim and the prime evils he is also one of the people that helped discover the cause of the spreading illness.
Fara, the current blacksmith of this large city was also formerly a paladin allowing her to cleanse the people of the infections and arm the mercs and adventurers with excellent gear since her rank as a blacksmith was higher than Charsi.
There were a few times that Jerhyn thought himself to be insane, nearly give up and reach out to a certain sorcerer, but then something else happened this very day where he was on the edge, the very brink of collapse a young man riding with a caravan with an abundant amount of supplies and a large number of... rogues?
that very same voice that called out to him in reassurance more than a few months spoke in a soothing tone.
"we are here."