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The wish's magic ran its course, the manned robot flailing and scooping the sands like a sandstorm unto itself. Despite dizzying speed, Ihsan's enchantment preserved the frame, bolts and all. Within a half hour, the pair found themselves surrounded by a desert caldera, revealing a sunken stone structure. Amid the half-buried entrance, fallen statues and obelisks littered the main path, and, amid the weathered art, a sunny metal, gleaming even while inert, poked up from the sand.

"Well well well, it would seem—" Ihsan glanced back to Rumble still running around in the enchanted mech. "Oh, right."

The marid snapped his finger, dispelling the effect and returning normal control to the yordle.

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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The marid drifted back, almost offended by the notion that he should be the one to step back: HIM. Yet as the yordle returned, he came with a mammoth construct with strange yet familiar tools.

"...aaah, you needed a focus for the wish. I understand."

With a snap of his fingers, the mech energized, the exhaust stacks spiking from idle work to supernova.

"Hold onto /your/ butt."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Rumble's distaste over his new "friend's" brash handling did not escape the marid's notice, but instead of ruffling that inviting mohawk or patting further, Ihsan rested his hand on the yordle's shoulder. As if channeling by touch, Ihsan's form electrified, awash with the magic from the lone desire to find.

"Now THAT is a clear request."

Removing his hand, Ihsan twiddled his fingers, letting the magic bounce about like sandy sunlight.

"Only question I have is how you, ha, wish to get there. Us to it, or clearing the path?"

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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"Patience, paaatience," Ihsan drifted behind Rumble, herding him toward where he felt the object's pulse. "That's a separate wish. Your focus has been great — perfect, even — but a Sunstone is a large ask. Arcanely potent, unwieldy, and not bountiful. I could normally just snap a finger, but for this, it's delicate."

Patting his shoulder, the marid readied for the next leg of magic.

"Yes, yes, 'you're welcome' for not damaging the object by trying to teleport it to your hand. Now, we just need a wish to get to the Sunstone. Unearthing it, with an emphasis on being gentle, might be appropriate, but it was buried in its own chamber, so we can also go to it as well. Focus hard, focus well, and I'll do the rest."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Without even a formal word, Ihsan felt his strange quasi-essence electrify, focusing solely on Rumble's will.

"Yuh-huh~."

As the yordle focused, Ihsan's mind expanded, the marid lost amid the strange arcane binds and circles that mark his existence's boundary. Amid the flash of sand, time, and stone, Ihsan witnessed his people's Sunstone in all its solar glory, the enhanced focus adorning a bleached obelisk. Without much impulse from himself, time unwound: the obelisk fell, the sands rose, and the stone sunk, becoming lost, buried, and far beyond simple excavation.

Snapping free from his magic's direction, he rolled his shoulder before smiling.

"By your great focus, I have been granted sight of where your desire slumbers...but we need to get to it."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Ihsan's captivating charm sinks into a frown as the list is read aloud, each item tinging expectations from a swelter of true magic to the most common wish the marid ever receives: retrieval. By the end of the list's recital, a frown sullied his up-turned cheeks.

"I see. Sooo, I can get that stuff, but...you need to request it via the proper methods: Formalities of the magic, you understand. Let's start with the first one, which was...sun tool fragments? No, that was — hm, let's just say you request an item while holding the ultimate arcane focus."

With that he gestured to his tethered home: a lamp, unblemished by time or sand.

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Like the wind, Ihsan swiveled over to Rumble's side, leaning over him with a wide smile.

"Cart repair? Or perhaps the finest jewels now forgotten amid Shurima's sands? Just focus on what you seek, ask, and it will be done.~"

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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The marid rested his clawed hand over his bare chest, feigning indignity.

"Get? Why, what wouldn't I give for my friends? No fuss or-...Well, there is the joy of helping. You know; that intoxicating rush of happiness that you can practically call magic? I'm sure you can relate."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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The marid winked, trying to disarm the yordle's tense stance.

"I've slept enough, and I know plenty. You might think you're above my schemes, but everyone — EVERY ONE — wishes for something better...in different words. And besides, friends like helping friends, right? We can be friends."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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"You never wish for better? For stronger? For a missed chance to come back by? What dreams do you see ready to claim in a future shaped by your will—no, your hope! And besides..."

Ihsan materialized from the vacant landscape, mimicking Rumble's crossed arms.

"You disturbed just the guy to help with it. Be thank I'm not eating your face or corrupting your soul."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Ihsan grinned, letting the yordle's pride lead.

"Oh, but horrors exist beyond ingenuity or preparation. It'd make you wish to have that extra edge."

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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"Uh-huh, uh-huh. What's to say you haven't just disturbed a secret Darkin, lurking in their artifact to claim your boisterous work? Or worse: a Void entity looking to silence the source of that big mouth?"

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

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“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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After ages

Enjoy a Qadira splash art

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"Mhm-mhm," Ihsan nodded at the giant sarcophagus' explanation, sensing a point of needling that might prove entertaining. "The little doo-dads were also crafted for a purpose. I mean, come now," the marid hoisted one of the jars into his ends, propping it against his chest and patting its aged side, "does this not befit a people who are thriving?"

Though some of these terms were still foreign to Xerath, he at least now understood the basic gist of what the marid was trying to say. "I have no need for ostentatious monuments. The structures I build serve a PURPOSE. I need no boastful displays of wealth and arrogance to make this world know and remember my name..."

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We all like the centaur goods, but where are the G N O A T S ?!

oh u kno they are always here for u 💜💜💜

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Rite of Ascension -maridofthelamp

At long last, that disobedient and arrogant spirit would know his place. Xerath had bound the marid in a special vessel meant to house him while pouring his own energy into Ihsan's very being. The result was a creature that didn't look that different at a glance, with the most prominent change being that Ihsan's golden energy was now the same vibrant blue that composed Xerath's figure. On closer inspection, though, one could see glowing blue cracks all over Ihsan's torso, and his eyes were alight with azure flame. Furthermore, Ihsan's hands remained bound, as an eternal reminder of his new master...