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Trench's Legacy of Fire (A Ptolus Gestalt): The Trouble With Pugwampis (Updated 1/27)
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<blockquote data-quote="Trench" data-source="post: 6027941" data-attributes="member: 40464"><p>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. </p><p></p><p>Jadid steps over charred divinatory cards that litter the ground outside the burned-out wagon. Inside the wagon reveals sooty ashes, a few broken bottles, a cracked crystal ball, and several pools of melted wax where candles must have stood. A charred skeletal form remains near the center of the wagon. </p><p></p><p>Garavel looks toward Gerber, Abud, and Abu'l as Jadid wanders off on his own. </p><p></p><p>"We should perhaps start with questioning the camp." </p><p></p><p>He turns to Gerber and speaks in his northern tongue, "We must question the others, yes? About flames."</p><p></p><p>Jadid goes back to the leaders of the camp. "The wagon burnt . . .it contained a mystic?"</p><p></p><p>Almah walks away to direct her guards in the cleanup as Garavel turns to Jadid. "The wagon belonged to Almah's personal fortuneteller Eloais."</p><p></p><p>"Hm. Portentous. Was he true? Had he real sight? Or mere showmanship?"</p><p></p><p>Garavel shrugs. "I do not know. His sessions with Almah were often private."</p><p></p><p>"Hm," Jadid says simply. He begins walking around the camp. The camp has begun to get back to some normalcy. The mercenaries have sunk down around the firepit, finishing the last of their interrupted meal, while the Pactmaster guards get to work as ordered by Almah cleaning up the debris and making sure her tent isn't damaged. Father Zafir tends quietly to the injured mercenaries as another looks over them. Jadid sees Mahjub wandering around the perimeter of the camp talking quietly, and Dima listens to the camel driver explain to her about their favorite goat. </p><p></p><p>One of the three remaining mercenaries raises a jug of wine as he sees Jadid approach. Some of the disreputable lot's feature look about as well worn as Jadid's. </p><p></p><p>"Fancy a drink stranger? Least we can do after your help."</p><p></p><p>"I don't--," Jadid begins but stops. "Yes, I will try it. What is it?"</p><p></p><p>"Hannan's piss," he says and the other two laugh uproariously. </p><p></p><p>"Burns about as much, I'll give you that!" says one woman with a hairlip.</p><p></p><p>Jadid takes a drink. "Indeed, there is a burning. Not altogether unpleasant. Did you see anything before the fire, anything unusual or untoward?"</p><p></p><p>"We were finishing up dinner when it went up. Didn't see much." </p><p></p><p>"Wouldn't be able to see much anyway with how much you were hogging the bottle." </p><p></p><p>The woman punches the other man in the arm and he laughs as he takes the jug back from Jadid for his own pull. </p><p></p><p>"If Eloais had actually done more than lift his damn cards then maybe he could've gotten out of there alive. As it is, Lady Almah's going to have to find another mystic to diddle." </p><p></p><p>The three chuckle and elbow each other.</p><p></p><p>"They were known to have sexual relations?"</p><p></p><p>"What else could they have been doing in that tent of hers all those hours?" </p><p></p><p>"'Oh'", one of the mercenaries hands shake and his jaw drops slightly in an approximation of a serious look. "'This card... it is very... very full of portent. The Rutting Dog means that you must take off your clothes! Quickly! Before it is too late!'" </p><p></p><p>They laugh loudly at this. </p><p></p><p>"Sunspit, wouldn't surprise me if Dirty Dashki started the fire himself just to get rid of the competition," says one as he takes a pull of the jug before handing it to Jadid.</p><p></p><p>"Ah, the sex was suspected but not proven. Who is this Dashki? A suitor?"</p><p></p><p>"All but. He always came out with a smile on his face." </p><p></p><p>"Nah, Dashki is her 'gnoll' expert." another spits. "He was probably spying on her when the fire broke out. Bit of an open secret, his little crush is." </p><p></p><p>"Like she'd let him touch her." </p><p></p><p>"Like she'd let ANYONE touch her if they weren't clothed in platinum and smelling of perfume. Even then maybe not." </p><p></p><p>"Dashki's over there with your buddy. You can't miss the smell."</p><p></p><p>"Thank you for your Hannan's piss and your words. I will see you again, I am sure."</p><p></p><p>"We aren't going anywhere." </p><p></p><p>"Send your foreign friend over some time soon. We owe him some of this as well," one says, shaking the quickly emptying jug.</p><p></p><p>"I suspect he will like it. Ah, another thing. You are warriors by trade?"</p><p></p><p>"Yep. Hired in Al'Jahar when Almah passed through with her guards."</p><p></p><p>"It would be an honor to spar with you at some time, then. I do not wish to lose the skills I have trained long and hard to acquire."</p><p></p><p>There's a deep laugh at this from all the mercenaries. "If by 'sparring' you mean, 'throwing your ass in the dirt' then yeah we can do that."</p><p></p><p>Jadid's eyes narrow for an almost imperceptible moment. "Yes, we shall see. I do hope your skills provide the sort of challenge you believe they will."</p><p></p><p>The mercenaries laugh in response to Jadid's rather ominous statement and continue their drinking.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trench, post: 6027941, member: 40464"] 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 reveals sooty ashes, a few broken bottles, a cracked crystal ball, and several pools of melted wax where candles must have stood. A charred skeletal form remains near the center of the wagon. Garavel looks toward Gerber, Abud, and Abu'l as Jadid wanders off on his own. "We should perhaps start with questioning the camp." He turns to Gerber and speaks in his northern tongue, "We must question the others, yes? About flames." Jadid goes back to the leaders of the camp. "The wagon burnt . . .it contained a mystic?" Almah walks away to direct her guards in the cleanup as Garavel turns to Jadid. "The wagon belonged to Almah's personal fortuneteller Eloais." "Hm. Portentous. Was he true? Had he real sight? Or mere showmanship?" Garavel shrugs. "I do not know. His sessions with Almah were often private." "Hm," Jadid says simply. He begins walking around the camp. The camp has begun to get back to some normalcy. The mercenaries have sunk down around the firepit, finishing the last of their interrupted meal, while the Pactmaster guards get to work as ordered by Almah cleaning up the debris and making sure her tent isn't damaged. Father Zafir tends quietly to the injured mercenaries as another looks over them. Jadid sees Mahjub wandering around the perimeter of the camp talking quietly, and Dima listens to the camel driver explain to her about their favorite goat. One of the three remaining mercenaries raises a jug of wine as he sees Jadid approach. Some of the disreputable lot's feature look about as well worn as Jadid's. "Fancy a drink stranger? Least we can do after your help." "I don't--," Jadid begins but stops. "Yes, I will try it. What is it?" "Hannan's piss," he says and the other two laugh uproariously. "Burns about as much, I'll give you that!" says one woman with a hairlip. Jadid takes a drink. "Indeed, there is a burning. Not altogether unpleasant. Did you see anything before the fire, anything unusual or untoward?" "We were finishing up dinner when it went up. Didn't see much." "Wouldn't be able to see much anyway with how much you were hogging the bottle." The woman punches the other man in the arm and he laughs as he takes the jug back from Jadid for his own pull. "If Eloais had actually done more than lift his damn cards then maybe he could've gotten out of there alive. As it is, Lady Almah's going to have to find another mystic to diddle." The three chuckle and elbow each other. "They were known to have sexual relations?" "What else could they have been doing in that tent of hers all those hours?" "'Oh'", one of the mercenaries hands shake and his jaw drops slightly in an approximation of a serious look. "'This card... it is very... very full of portent. The Rutting Dog means that you must take off your clothes! Quickly! Before it is too late!'" They laugh loudly at this. "Sunspit, wouldn't surprise me if Dirty Dashki started the fire himself just to get rid of the competition," says one as he takes a pull of the jug before handing it to Jadid. "Ah, the sex was suspected but not proven. Who is this Dashki? A suitor?" "All but. He always came out with a smile on his face." "Nah, Dashki is her 'gnoll' expert." another spits. "He was probably spying on her when the fire broke out. Bit of an open secret, his little crush is." "Like she'd let him touch her." "Like she'd let ANYONE touch her if they weren't clothed in platinum and smelling of perfume. Even then maybe not." "Dashki's over there with your buddy. You can't miss the smell." "Thank you for your Hannan's piss and your words. I will see you again, I am sure." "We aren't going anywhere." "Send your foreign friend over some time soon. We owe him some of this as well," one says, shaking the quickly emptying jug. "I suspect he will like it. Ah, another thing. You are warriors by trade?" "Yep. Hired in Al'Jahar when Almah passed through with her guards." "It would be an honor to spar with you at some time, then. I do not wish to lose the skills I have trained long and hard to acquire." There's a deep laugh at this from all the mercenaries. "If by 'sparring' you mean, 'throwing your ass in the dirt' then yeah we can do that." Jadid's eyes narrow for an almost imperceptible moment. "Yes, we shall see. I do hope your skills provide the sort of challenge you believe they will." The mercenaries laugh in response to Jadid's rather ominous statement and continue their drinking. [/QUOTE]
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