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Nebuchodonozor, the Devil of Tales

"Even if what a jealous husband claims about his wife (that she sleeps around with other men) is all true, his jealousy is still pathological." - Jacques Lacan.

The story, so goes, happened in the years between the death of the Prophet and the invasion of pagans from the Great Steppe. In the land of dates and honey, Zakhara, between the great rivers Euphrates and Tigris, lays the grand city of Gana, City of Blinding Splendor - so called for the city's towers and temples were so rich with gold and brass domes that their glint shined for ten miles away

It was ruled by King Sharyar, a mighty ruler who inherited the throne young but proved wise beyond years in rule. But King Sharyar was also a young man, and there are certain matters in which men greater of years and wisdom can heed heart first, then mind.

One day, an invitation to visit came from King Zaman, the cousin who owed his good fortunes and throne to King Sharyar's war against his usurper uncle.
King Sharyar happily prepared a great procession, to take him to visit his beloved friend. Yet, on the eve of departure,  King Sharyar ordered a halt and rushed back to his quarters, having forgotten a gift he wished to bring his friend.

There, he found his wife in his marital bed with another man.  Blinded with rage, he slayed them both on the spot. Guilt overtook the Sultan, trapping him in gloom. No courtier could make him smile,  nor the most beautiful and skilled  slaves of his harem could make the royal spear stand.

One day, however, the daughter of the Vizier, Sheherezade,  came upon the King reading the poetry of Abu Nuwas. She had noticed, that the verses incited the King much as wine shop boys incited the poet and that there was a rare blush of excitement upon the
dusky royal features.  Sheherezade smiled, as a clever plan hatched in her mind.

The next night, as King Sharyar was going to sleep, she asked him if he'd like her to read to him before bed. The Sultan, poisoned with gloom, indifferently agreed, thinking it to be another attempt to alleviate his gloom, doomed to fail.

Sheherezade  read the poetry of Abu Nawas to the Sultan. And so, that night, the gloom's dark spell was broken, and the next morning a new betrothal was announced, as happiness returned to Sultan and prosperity to his lands.

Years went on. And even though both remained beautiful and rich, King Sharyar and Queen Sheherezade's marriage hit a rock that was not foreseen by the court's wisest advisors. For in time, the works of the poets, as though they were gathered from all corners of the world, incited the king less and less, as he became jaded in his tastes.

Her father's daughter, Sheherezade was as intelligent as she was beautiful, and as skilled in the arts of magic as her father was. She took her husband's ring, the Seal of Solomon, ventured from the city into the mountains, to find places of old, where borders between spheres were at the thinnest, to summon a servant from beyond.

And one such answered.

A tall figure, clad in red and black silks, with a huge ornate red turban, stood before Sheherezade. He drew his hands from the sleeves of his robe, the long fingers having the colour and shape of lacquered roots. His lips curled into a smile, exposing yellow from chewing khat teeth, as eyes the colour of molten gold looked at Sheherezade.

With no shame nor fear, as in matters of love, as in war, everything's permitted and permissible, Sheherezade spoke her command to the devil. She commanded him to travel to distant lands, and bring tales of eroticism and spice for 1000 and 1 nights, to sate her royal husband.

The devil, upon hearing that, laughed and agreed, for he has collected many stories and secrets, but written oh so few..

And so, the bargain was struck, and Sheherezade received a magical scroll, upon which, each night, a new story appeared, ready to entice her husband away from the fatalistic gloom. And Nebuchodonozor, hungry for secrets and tales, and eager to create his own, arrived.

In Sinfar.

But for what happened next, well...you're going to have to wait until another night.

Before you stand a tall, dusk-skinned young man with golden eyes. His dusky skin smelled of rose water and saffron,  his long black hair often changing variety as the devil likes to experiment. He wears tight-fitting clothes or loose-fitting robes, but whatever clothes he wears, writing utensils and scrolls hang from his belt and poke out of the sleeves of his robes.  He always seems to carry an oud with him, a dagger concealed (clearly not well enough) within the instrument, though no one has ever seen him draw it. Golden jewellery adorns his fingers, neck and ankles, as many pieces of that jewellery seem to resonate with power. It is rare to see the man without his servants, who seem to be almost extensions of his body, in how they cater to his whims and commands. The man seems to be always smiling, and why shouldn't he be - he may be on a mission, but it hardly burdens him. His hash bag is full, his boots are comfortable, and he's got a whole new place ahead to explore. How could he not be smiling, as he added new stories to the collection stored in his great library?


Notable Trinkets, Powers and Traits
(Feel free to ignore them, as they are, of course, for roleplaying purposes only)

The tell-tale heart: Called 'Devil of Tales' for a reason, Nebuchodonozor has a talent for sensing leads, objects and marks that, well, promise a great story, even if they are concealed. That obsessive pursuit of his station's duties to the Adversary, however, comes at a price - the devil is reasonably easy to be tricked into a favour or a gift, for a particularly juicy secret or a tale.

'I'm from Hell, AZ, you're thinking of Hell, OK' Nebuchodonozor is from (loosely inspired by Al-Qadim) a different theological realm, so he's not a devil in the Blood War sense of things. He treats them as cousins, but they do have a major differences in views.

Three Rings from the City of Brass: Upon knuckles of his left hand's heart and middle fingers, lie thick brass rings. Each has a Jinn entrapped inside, who, upon release, will grant a wish. However, the sworn vendetta of Jinni ensures that none of them will ever perform a wish for the servants of the Adversary. Therefore, the rings perform as a valuable trading token for the devil.

Splinter of the True Cross: A source of power that allows him to tap into the divine, how he came to possess such a valuable relic is a tale in itself. Pushed into his right hand's thumb, such holy presence causes the devil's thumb to itch constantly. The habit of scratching his thumb with his index finger has led the Sorcerer-Tyrant of Atlan into bankruptcy and downfall, as he thought the summoned Nebuchodonozor kept asking for more money.

Plot Hooks for RP:

Hell's Storyteller: Besides his pact with Sheherezade, the main reason why Nebuchodonozor came to Sinfar is to collect stories. He's eager to add new strange tales and secrets to his collection, always willing to bargain and perform favours, if it earns him another scroll he can present at the Court of Adversary.

1001 Nights: Sent to create new stories for the Sheherezade, the demon is unencumbered with shame nor embarrassment about the task he came to perform. He is, however, a noble devil of some renown, and is picky about the quality of the stories he will be sending back to his mistress.

Master Surgeon: While they might spite the Creator, the devils take great care to study his creation. A learned adept of healing arts, Nebuchodonozor can bring salve to both mind and soul, as he sees them as part of one indivisible whole.


Player Lights and other OOC notes

The player is open to many, especially as dominant, though Nebuchodonozor has preferences.

The only hard reds are covered by server rules, scat and any form of ageplay.

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