From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Wed Jul 23 2003 - 11:46:05 BST
Shalandra stands over the body and hears a commotion at the gate. Looking around she sees the townsfolk in a state of shock at the happenings of the past few minutes. At the gate a young elven female is flanked by an Obsidiman holding a human female by the shoulder who has drawn a shortsword and another human female. Behind the human female a bear rolls onto its back, oblivious to the tension building. An Ork woman stands, her hands covering her open mouth as she stares at the fallen T'skrang, her face turning pale.
Another obsidimen walks forward from a group of caravans that have obviously arrived early as an elf mounts the caravan and notches an arrow to string, though does not aim it.
Pean's natural healing kicks inas temorya settles beside his companion to make sure that his companion is still breathing. As if in indignant response to the damage, the magic of his pattern closes all of his wounds over, leaving only angry red scars. He pushes himselfstiffly up to survey the scene.
You see the young female human step forward and address the guards in a loud voice.
"Hello there! Lovely day for a lynching. Might I ask why you've smited that t'skrang there so thoroughly? Oh yes, and good day to you as well sir." She says secondly to the guard who was moving to talk to the group, but her attention focuses mainly on the more agressive group that must have just slain this t'skrang. "We do have wounded in our caravan good sir that require immiediete medical help if you would be so kind. And I'm sure my friends and I can help you with this little problem here. Right Garrott? Farli? This is the second encounter today where a large number of combatants decide to take on such low and sore numbers."
Some of the town residents shift their attention back to the group at the gate, most of whom are focussed on you all as you stand over the dead T'skrang. The obsidiman that was walking from the caravans to the head group opens his arms wide as he closes with the guards on the gate, including your old companion Angavorn. The guards all have their hands on their weapons as the obsidimen closes the gap.
"My name is Omasu and I have ventured to your fine village each year for the past six years. I am aware that your law does not dictate we may enter for another two days but we have a greviously wounded companion who needs treatment or else die. Please wave your barrier for such a need, of course after we meet for the ritual of greeting to prove we are clean of taint!"
The Obsidimans speech is moving enough to calm several of the guards. Angavorn turns and looks across to Pean. "Pean, if you would conduct the ritual on them? They may enter with the wounded, though those who are not of this caravan will remain blocked!"
Pean, moves forward to the gates and meets with each of the caravan in turn as they practice their artisan skill to prove themselves free of taint. Finding none suspicious the group moves quickly in the gate.
The guard in the meantime help the rest of you move the body of the T'skrang back into Pean's apothecary for examination. As Pean finishes you stand in the courtyard of the village and watch as the caravan approaches you, several members of which have hardly taken their eyes off your movements since arriving.
<Your groups are now both in the main square of the walled village. A palatial estate looks down from a green garden over the tiled courtyard. In the centre stands a 10' fountain of an aged Human woman holding a jug that sprays water. A plate on the fountain decrees it the visage of Sara Mayfler, saviour of Bush Namur. Crowded around the square are buildings close together, most with signs declaring their wares, with several open stalls erected temporarily in the square itself. You see at least two forges and many shops dealing with silks. Of the stalls, most boast fresh produce, including a fishmonger who some of you wonder where the fish are obtained from so high in the mountains. A huge structure is behind several of the buildings, covered in netting making it almost impossible to see in. Omasu calls the wagons to a halt and orders a couple of the merchants to withdraw the litter with the wounded.
Watching carefully you see them pull out the litter and see the tail of a T'skrang. The azure blue tail covered by a golden rune makes you instantly recognise him. It is Veltus, the T'skrang you met at Sara's and he is indeed only just hanging on to life, his litter soaked with day old blood. The merchants ment push past you as they are guided to Pean's as the village physician to view his wounds.....
<Your moves ladies and gentlemen. Also, dont forget to check your LP situation and let me know how you intend to do it. Also, if you plan to do regular karma rituals, please let me know so that I can update your sheets appropriately.>
<Cheers>
<Mark>
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