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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: 6030004" data-attributes="member: 40464"><p>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." </p><p></p><p>She looks out into the night, as Jadid comes over to the camel drivers. "He was right of course. That was no place for a goat. But right now, I am no tracker, and there are gnolls in the darkness. I am not sure what to do?"</p><p></p><p>Almost without prompting the two camel drivers begin to speak. </p><p></p><p>"I first noticed the fire," she says. </p><p></p><p>'She always notices things. Oh Rombard..." he sniffles. </p><p></p><p>"But after that we were busy." </p><p></p><p>"The animals of course." </p><p></p><p>"They went everywhere!" </p><p></p><p>"And Rombard went missing! It is terrible!"</p><p></p><p>Dima places a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "My name is Dima Ughruda al'Badiya. I and my associates will do everything we can to help. Can you tell me about the fire? Who was nearby when you first saw it?"</p><p></p><p>"I am Hadrah. My husband is Hadrod." </p><p></p><p>"No one that we can tell." </p><p></p><p>"Eloais was nice enough for a foreigner." </p><p></p><p>"Didn't really understand his talk Cyclones and Uprisings and all that." </p><p></p><p>"Still, Almah was fond of him." </p><p></p><p>"Her trust in him was good enough for us." </p><p></p><p>"But we weren't paying attention to the fire once it started. Just our animals." </p><p></p><p>"Oh Rombard..." Hadrod seems on the verge of tears.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>As Gerber walks, he sees the mercenaries around the camp fire try to wave him over, laughing.</p><p></p><p>Gerber joins them, intent on forgetting about the mystery of the fire, the hardships of the journey, and the rest of his misery.</p><p></p><p>The mercenaries slap Gerber on the back as they laugh and babble unintelligibly to him as they hand him the jug. </p><p></p><p>"Good, yes?" one laughs in heavily accented Imperial. He thumps his chest. "Fire."</p><p></p><p>Gerber nearly coughs up a lung after taking a drink. "Wonderful," he replies, somber but sincere.</p><p></p><p>The guards talk to Gerber and proceed to make further questionable assertions about Lady Almah’s character. It’s then that Abu’l walks up.</p><p></p><p>"Gentlemen," the imam growls, after holding his tongue as long as he was able, "Hannan's light does not shine on false slander and innuendo, and it is written that he who defames a woman defames all women, including his blessed mother. Answer the questions without speculating on the lusts of others, lest it raise suspicions about your own."</p><p></p><p>The mercenaries look up suddenly to the imam that has snuck up behind them as they share their drink with Gerber. They look at each other awkwardly. </p><p></p><p>"You hear that?" shouts the leader to the band as he walks up, his wounds mostly healed by Father Zafir. "You treat this man with respect got it?" </p><p></p><p>The other mercenary woman that Abu'l saved nods along with this as she joins the camp as well.</p><p></p><p>"Apologies Holy One," one of the mercenaries says. </p><p></p><p>"No offense was meant Dawnfather," grumbles another.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Jadid wanders over to the four personal guards of Almah. They wear the red chitin armor familiar to those from Rashadar and wear stony expressions as they go about their work. A pair break off to carefully guard Almah's tent and the other two clean up. </p><p></p><p>One nods at Jadid as he approaches. "Yes?"</p><p></p><p>"I don't suppose you saw anything before the fire?"</p><p></p><p>The guard shakes his head. "We were all standing guard at Almah's tent." </p><p></p><p>Another walks up. "I did see Dashki trying to hide behind a tree nearby. It was clear he was trying to look into her tent." </p><p></p><p>The other guard grimaces. "He's obsessed with her."</p><p></p><p>"Hm," Jadid muses. "He lacks discipline."</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>"Great work indeed." Abud says sincerely. "A project of such undertaking would reap enormous benefits to some and that may also mean a lot of greed and envy. Any disagreements about rebuilding Kelmarane? Feet-dragging?"</p><p></p><p>Almah shakes her head. "Everyone sees that this is important work. It needs to happen soon or we'll be even more reliant on any trade we get from the North. Given the fighting over the Lion-Guarded Throne, that could easily dry up in moments if they start to actually war with one another. We need to expand our options quickly."</p><p></p><p>"Yes, that makes sense." Abud thinks for a bit. "If there is no dissent, perhaps the neighboring tribes? Rivals? Even stupid or silly creatures that do not think but only revel in causing mischief?"</p><p></p><p>"I expect the gnolls we're about to evict from Kelmarane will likely protest," Almah says dryly.</p><p></p><p>"Garavel," Almah turns to her major domo. "Could you assemble the rest of your hires? I think they've had enough time to get an idea of what might have happened." </p><p></p><p>Garavel hesitates slightly. He nods and walks outside the tent.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trench, post: 6030004, member: 40464"] 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 Jadid comes over to the camel drivers. "He was right of course. That was no place for a goat. But right now, I am no tracker, and there are gnolls in the darkness. I am not sure what to do?" Almost without prompting the two camel drivers begin to speak. "I first noticed the fire," she says. 'She always notices things. Oh Rombard..." he sniffles. "But after that we were busy." "The animals of course." "They went everywhere!" "And Rombard went missing! It is terrible!" Dima places a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "My name is Dima Ughruda al'Badiya. I and my associates will do everything we can to help. Can you tell me about the fire? Who was nearby when you first saw it?" "I am Hadrah. My husband is Hadrod." "No one that we can tell." "Eloais was nice enough for a foreigner." "Didn't really understand his talk Cyclones and Uprisings and all that." "Still, Almah was fond of him." "Her trust in him was good enough for us." "But we weren't paying attention to the fire once it started. Just our animals." "Oh Rombard..." Hadrod seems on the verge of tears. ~ As Gerber walks, he sees the mercenaries around the camp fire try to wave him over, laughing. Gerber joins them, intent on forgetting about the mystery of the fire, the hardships of the journey, and the rest of his misery. The mercenaries slap Gerber on the back as they laugh and babble unintelligibly to him as they hand him the jug. "Good, yes?" one laughs in heavily accented Imperial. He thumps his chest. "Fire." Gerber nearly coughs up a lung after taking a drink. "Wonderful," he replies, somber but sincere. The guards talk to Gerber and proceed to make further questionable assertions about Lady Almah’s character. It’s then that Abu’l walks up. "Gentlemen," the imam growls, after holding his tongue as long as he was able, "Hannan's light does not shine on false slander and innuendo, and it is written that he who defames a woman defames all women, including his blessed mother. Answer the questions without speculating on the lusts of others, lest it raise suspicions about your own." The mercenaries look up suddenly to the imam that has snuck up behind them as they share their drink with Gerber. They look at each other awkwardly. "You hear that?" shouts the leader to the band as he walks up, his wounds mostly healed by Father Zafir. "You treat this man with respect got it?" The other mercenary woman that Abu'l saved nods along with this as she joins the camp as well. "Apologies Holy One," one of the mercenaries says. "No offense was meant Dawnfather," grumbles another. ~ Jadid wanders over to the four personal guards of Almah. They wear the red chitin armor familiar to those from Rashadar and wear stony expressions as they go about their work. A pair break off to carefully guard Almah's tent and the other two clean up. One nods at Jadid as he approaches. "Yes?" "I don't suppose you saw anything before the fire?" The guard shakes his head. "We were all standing guard at Almah's tent." Another walks up. "I did see Dashki trying to hide behind a tree nearby. It was clear he was trying to look into her tent." The other guard grimaces. "He's obsessed with her." "Hm," Jadid muses. "He lacks discipline." ~ "Great work indeed." Abud says sincerely. "A project of such undertaking would reap enormous benefits to some and that may also mean a lot of greed and envy. Any disagreements about rebuilding Kelmarane? Feet-dragging?" Almah shakes her head. "Everyone sees that this is important work. It needs to happen soon or we'll be even more reliant on any trade we get from the North. Given the fighting over the Lion-Guarded Throne, that could easily dry up in moments if they start to actually war with one another. We need to expand our options quickly." "Yes, that makes sense." Abud thinks for a bit. "If there is no dissent, perhaps the neighboring tribes? Rivals? Even stupid or silly creatures that do not think but only revel in causing mischief?" "I expect the gnolls we're about to evict from Kelmarane will likely protest," Almah says dryly. "Garavel," Almah turns to her major domo. "Could you assemble the rest of your hires? I think they've had enough time to get an idea of what might have happened." Garavel hesitates slightly. He nods and walks outside the tent. [/QUOTE]
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