>>5995124>>5995125>>5995128>>5995130>>5995263"Sayyid, let me go after the Crusader king," you say, seeking permission from Yusuf al-Fahd. "In the confusion of battle, I can strike at their leader, cutting the head off the snake. Even if it means risking my life." Yusuf al-Fahd grimaces, his eyes shadowed with concern. "He will have many guards, Kamil. You may die before you even reach him."
You meet his gaze, your voice calm and resolute. "If today is the day I am fated to return to god, then nothing can alter my fate. And what better death than that of a shahid?"
"The Mujahideen still need you, Kamil al-Rashid," Yusuf al-Fahd argues, his tone earnest.
"I shall make every attempt to return alive, after bringing crimson death to the king of our blue-eyed enemies," you promise. "But even if I fall, another will take my place, for there will always be those fighting for the righteous cause." Your faith in your fellow Mujahideen shines through your words. The holy land has changed hands many times, and perhaps it will again, but in the end, it will always return to those who follow your faith. Yusuf al-Fahd takes a deep breath, nodding finally. "Alright, you have permission to go after the leader of this host. May god keep you safe."
You bow your head in gratitude, your heart steady with purpose. You prepare your weapons and armor, tightening every strap, ensuring every blade is sharp. The words of your commander echo in your mind as you slip into the darkness, moving towards the Crusader camp. The night cloaks you like a shadow, and your footsteps whisper across the sand.
You move closer to the Crusader encampment, scanning the guards stationed at the perimeter. The faint flicker of torches reveals their positions, but you navigate carefully, your senses heightened. The Crusader king will be well-protected, but you remain undeterred. For your people, for your land, you will face this challenge with unwavering resolve.
The scent of the enemy camp reaches you, a mixture of sweat, smoke, and fear. You press forward, focusing on the tents at the center, where their leader surely lies. The muffled voices of guards reach your ears as you approach, your mind already envisioning the path you will carve to reach the king.
>>Three anons roll dice+1d100+10 