Obligatory horse art
They say that everyone is the hero of their own story. And there so many stories to tell. But you are not here to listen to mine. No, I will help you recount yours.
Together we will tell our Tales of the Arabian Nights. I shall require at least three of you to share in our collective tale, and at most perhaps six.
Many of you, perhaps all of you may not have ever told your stories in such a way, and I completely understand. Not to worry, I will guide you through your tellings.
I must remind you all that life is not fair. You will find others facing unearned triumphs and yourself facing undue hardships. I pray that you do not become too despondent over how your story may go, and that you always look to the future for hope. Enjoying your story is more important than having the best, I feel.
One more thing before we begin. Every story is shaped by the culture that it was written in. All cultures have their virtues and their problems. I hope that your stories remain enjoyable, even if issues might arise.
We shall start this story at the beginning. It is as good a place as any. You are a poor yet devout Muslim on your first journey away from your home in Baghdad, the City of Peace. Please tell me about yourself, along with an image of your face.
Ah, and do not give a reason for your departure, not yet. I have a few in mind I shall be giving out. But please feel free to fill in whatever gaps I provide in your upcoming tale with the goings on of you and your caravan.
