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The imam backs up the way he came, keeping his scimitar at the ready. "Baboons!" Mahjub exclaims. “Coming at us!” Gerber steps on the dead pugwampi to pry his axe out of it and then rejoins the others. "Does anyone have a blade to spare? I do my best work up close, and a throwing axe is not...

Gerber, still hungover and having none of it this morning, roars in anger at the tiny creature and moves to attack. He swings at the creature. It would have normally taken its head off, but the sword gets stuck on the scabbard and dips lower than usual. The pugwampi shrieks in fear and...

Most of the mosque's walls remain intact, though a few of its minarets have collapsed and gaping holes mar most of the structures ceilings. Some of the old red and orange tile work remains intact, but the massive sun symbol common to Hannan's faith is cracked and faded. The overgrown path...

The next morning is hot and dry. That's hardly unusual. Everyone is woken by Abu'l's passionate prayer as the sun peeks over the horizon. The imam prostrates himself on his prayer rug and sings loudly. If he notices the young mercenary woman he saved yesterday watching him, he does not let on...

"HAW! Watch out Trevvis, you may get burned again!" "She fought well, as I am sure you will." Jadid bows quickly and goes straight for a grapple, no strike. The two come together in a flurry of limbs. Trevvis is talented, but Jadid's training simply beats out the mercenary leader. Jadid spins...

Sorry for the absence people. I was in a mild accident that kept me away for a bit. But now, ON WITH THE SHOW! ------- Abu'l, Mahjub, and Abud take the pugwampi just outside of camp, causing a stream of curses and dark looks as the creature's bad luck aura causes stubbed toes and trips the...

As some of the group takes the pugwampi away, Jadid finds a place in camp near the mercenaries where he exercises and drills his technique. Gerber, too, heads back to the mercenaries to see if there is any drink left. He has no interest in questioning the pugwampi. The mercenaries welcome...

"Tie it up," Mahjub says, untangling himself from the rope and giving it a tug to bring Rombard closer. "We're lucky we even managed to touch it, I don't want to risk losing it, especially in the hands of a drunkard." It takes some effort to communicate what is needed, but Dashki smugly ties...

Everyone turns at the sound and sees Mahjub facing off against the vile lapdog. The creature shrieks as it pulls a small bow and nocks an arrow at Mahjub's face, screaming all the while. Mahjub quickly tries to dart sideways and slips out his sap, surging forward to brain the pugwampi...

((God.. I forgot how much fun it was to watch the PC's utterly lose their sh*t with that unluck aura. It was glorious. Kudos Kudos to the writer of these unpleasant beasties.))

"Horticulture, strategic use of terrain and perhaps a bit of magic," the imam says, carefully unwrapping Mahjub. "I'm starting to understand why the gnolls favor killing these creatures," Mahjub says ruefully as he is unbound, scanning the cactus field for pugwampis. "If infested with them, I...

"Ouch!" Gerber yelps. "Damned cactii." "Careful moving forward," Mahjub advises, seeing beyond the light of the lamp. "The cactii will become more dense and cluster together in a large field ahead." As the party progresses toward the sound, they see Mahjub is right. The local cacti grow more...

Abud bows deeply and his hand touches his heart, mouth and forehead. "We hear and obey, mistress." Jadid nods. "Well I see no use in waiting further." Dima says nothing in the corner. Chasing jackal rats? hardly what she came out here for. She sighs internally as Abud commits them all to a...

Gerber looks for a smaller receptacle he can pour himself a drink with to take with him to the tent. Mahjub hangs back with Dashki as the others walk into the tent. Most are taken aback by the opulence inside compared to the rest of the camp, although Abud seems to already be enjoying the comfy...

Dashki and Mahjub have all but entirely wandered the perimeter and found little evidence so far. As they do so, Dashki looks over to the party talking to everyone in camp. He grimaces. "Looking for someone to blame. How do we even know the fire was set? That idiot burned a hundred candles in...

((Thanks Azkorra. I can't take the a lot of credit for either the writing or the present tense, it must be said. I'm copying years of PbP logs on a private message board and posting it here, after doing some cleaning up and streamlining. The bulk of the text is mine, and the written descriptive...

Dima nods understandingly as she helps the camel drivers get their animals calmed down. "Our goats too, were part of the family. I was very upset as a young girl when we made the great journey to the markets, Grandfather insisted they stayed at the tents." She looks out into the night, as...

Eloais? She was inside your caravan, yes?" Abud looks at the burnt ruins, trying to find the source of the fire. "How long ago did you see Eloais?” he asks Almah. “Was she sleepy? Inebriated? Who saw her last?" "He," Almah says as she walks off to direct her guards in the cleanup. "I hired him...

Garavel looks toward Gerber, Abud, and Abu'l as Jadid wanders off on his own. "We should perhaps start with questioning the camp," Garavel says in the northern tongue. "Not sure how much assistance I can be with that, Garavel," Gerber answers. "Does anyone around here speak the Emperor's...

Jadid walks around pensively, looking about. He doesn't notice much out of the ordinary, aside from perhaps a filthy man and Mahjub talking intently as they look at the campsite. Jadid steps over charred divinatory cards that litter the ground outside the burned-out wagon. Inside the wagon...