“Here is the text I spoke of, Zedric. It is very old, but I was able to obtain a copy from a passing scholar.”
Rayhan reached out, and removed a dusty scroll from the shelf. “You’ll find the descriptions within, but I must again recommend that you be cautious in this endeavor. The risks are considerable with the more powerful djinn.”
Zedric placed the scroll on the table, and spread it out, releasing the collected dust into the air. The ink was faded, but still legible. "This, being an account and enumeration of the ranks of the djinn, shows the wonderousness of Creation, and therefore the wonderousness of the Creator, blessed be his name.
Zedric unrolled the scroll more, the power of Desna allowing him to make sense of the ancient language. While the text was very complete, Zedric was looking for something in particular.
Hours later…he stabbed his finger down upon the page. "Nura al-Din is counted as one of the Djinn, or the shining ones. Dark of hair and eye, she is graceful and quick like the wind. Indeed, like the wind, she does not deign to touch the ground with her feet. In battle, she favors weapons that fly through the air, and is a skilled archer who is the match of most men.
Curiously for an immortal, Nura al-Din is interested in the world below, and enjoys soaring above the mortal world.to learn its secrets."
Zedric repeated the name seven times, to make sure that his tongue would not falter during the long and difficult spell. Then he went in search of Rayhan. “Is the circle ready?”
“Yes, my friend, though you should check it again. My divinations tell me that you have chosen well, that the risk is minimal.” Said the wizard.
Zedric nodded, and then lit the incense. He hoped the fine silks would be acceptable as a gift. If not, he had the longbow. And, there was always gold and jewels, surely something would entice the Jann.
He began the summoning…