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<blockquote data-quote="spyscribe" data-source="post: 2536458" data-attributes="member: 5808"><p><em>(And the new readers keep on coming. Hello to The Grackle!)</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Part the One-Hundred Fifty-Third</strong></p><p><em>In which: the party once again departs for Pesshetaup, and Reyu reaches out to an old acquaintance.</em></p><p></p><p>At nightfall, Wadiah comes to see the party again. They have gathered their things, and wait for the guide that Bahati has promised them. In return, Thatch has used the pitcher to fill every water-carrying vessel in the settlement. The party has also made arrangements to leave all but six of their camels with the tribe.</p><p></p><p>Anvil, over Thatch’s objections, offered to leave the pitcher itself, but Wadiah turned it down, not wishing her people to become dependent on the object.</p><p></p><p>The party members wonder, as she approaches, if she will be guiding them to Pesshataup, but instead, Wadiah has come with a request.</p><p></p><p>“I believe you when you say that you are not affiliated with the military, and I do not think you would consciously do us harm,” she begins. “But please, I must ask you. Do not tell anyone about us. A stray word might be all the military needs to learn of our existence, and if they do, they will come and hunt us down.”</p><p></p><p>Anvil nods. “What if we meet those who might wish to join you?” he asks.</p><p></p><p>Wadiah allows the point. “If you can, let us know. We will seek them out ourselves.”</p><p></p><p>Solemnly, the party pledges to keep the Khartshma’s secret. Kiara is especially adamant. “I’d rather eat my foot than tell anyone about you.”</p><p></p><p>It is full dark now, and a shadowy form approaches them through the settlement. The party soon sees that it is one of the Khartmsha camels. Wadiah makes the introductions. “This is Onika. She will lead you where you need to go.”</p><p></p><p>“Can she talk?” Eva asks.</p><p></p><p>“That is not one of her gifts,” Wadiah allows, “but she knows your destination. All you need do is follow her.”</p><p></p><p>The party makes their final good-byes and thanks Wadiah once again.</p><p></p><p>She smiles. “May you keep your eyes to the stars.”</p><p></p><p>Onika does, and starts to walk out into the desert. </p><p></p><p>Quickly gathering the last of their bags and mounting their own camels, the party follows.</p><p></p><p>Reyu cannot help noting that Onika is leading them in an entirely different direction than Djamal had been. It would seem that if their guide had ever truly known the location of Peshetaup, he had not been leading them towards it. She pulls her cloak a little tighter.</p><p></p><p>**********</p><p></p><p>Each night in the desert is cold. The stars twinkle overhead and the party members bundle themselves up in their winter cloaks and heavy blankets as they ride. </p><p></p><p>Each day in the desert is blisteringly hot, and the adventurers try to sleep beneath their makeshift shelters, glad for <em>endure elements</em> and the relief from the searing sun that it provides.</p><p></p><p>Every night, just before dawn, Onika stops, sinks to her knees and settles in for the day. A few days into this routine, Reyu prepares <em>speak with animals</em>.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: lightgreen">“Why are we stoping?”</span></p><p></p><p>Onika says simply, <span style="color: lightgreen">“The stars are gone.”</span> and then falls silent again, content to wait for nightfall with only the company of her own thoughts.</p><p></p><p>Without the camel for conversation, Reyu seeks out Anvil.</p><p></p><p>“Anvil, do you have need of the headband Professor Alexandra gave us?”</p><p></p><p>The Justicar shakes his head. “Not at the moment. I will report to her when we have met this Manaal, but—since we have been sworn to secrecy as to the matter of the Khartshma—there seems no need to contact her before then.”</p><p></p><p>“Might I borrow it then?”</p><p></p><p>Anvil knits his brow. “To what purpose?”</p><p></p><p>“When we were last in Dar Pykos I received word from my grandmother. There has been no sign of [post=1484903]Amelia[/i] at her village. The more time passes, the more this troubles me.”</p><p></p><p>Anvil hands over the headband. “Amelia was sentenced only to exile,” Anvil reminds her. “We cannot dictate where she goes as long as it is outside the bounds of the Confederacy.”</p><p></p><p>“I know,” Reyu replies as she dons the headband. “I merely wish her to know that she has friends.”</p><p></p><p>Reyu’s message is short and simple.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The response comes back, equally clear and succinct. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>**********</p><p></p><p>It’s the twentieth day of March, just after midnight by Anvil’s reckoning, when the party reaches the first sign of human habitation in the desert: an obelisk, half buried in the sand.</p><p></p><p>Soon the party sees more evidence of a buried city: half-buried spires, walls crumbled into the sand. Onika leads them until they come to the last set of shadowy ruins visible in the dark. She stops there for a few moments, as if to make sure that the party understands that they have arrived, then turns around and walks back into the desert.</p><p></p><p>The party watches her go.</p><p></p><p>“Good-bye.” Kiara calls after her. “Thank you.”</p><p></p><p>Onika makes no response, and Kiara’s words are quickly swallowed by the silence of the desert night. It is as though they are the last beings in the world.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="spyscribe, post: 2536458, member: 5808"] [i](And the new readers keep on coming. Hello to The Grackle!)[/i] [b]Part the One-Hundred Fifty-Third[/b] [i]In which: the party once again departs for Pesshetaup, and Reyu reaches out to an old acquaintance.[/i] At nightfall, Wadiah comes to see the party again. They have gathered their things, and wait for the guide that Bahati has promised them. In return, Thatch has used the pitcher to fill every water-carrying vessel in the settlement. The party has also made arrangements to leave all but six of their camels with the tribe. Anvil, over Thatch’s objections, offered to leave the pitcher itself, but Wadiah turned it down, not wishing her people to become dependent on the object. The party members wonder, as she approaches, if she will be guiding them to Pesshataup, but instead, Wadiah has come with a request. “I believe you when you say that you are not affiliated with the military, and I do not think you would consciously do us harm,” she begins. “But please, I must ask you. Do not tell anyone about us. A stray word might be all the military needs to learn of our existence, and if they do, they will come and hunt us down.” Anvil nods. “What if we meet those who might wish to join you?” he asks. Wadiah allows the point. “If you can, let us know. We will seek them out ourselves.” Solemnly, the party pledges to keep the Khartshma’s secret. Kiara is especially adamant. “I’d rather eat my foot than tell anyone about you.” It is full dark now, and a shadowy form approaches them through the settlement. The party soon sees that it is one of the Khartmsha camels. Wadiah makes the introductions. “This is Onika. She will lead you where you need to go.” “Can she talk?” Eva asks. “That is not one of her gifts,” Wadiah allows, “but she knows your destination. All you need do is follow her.” The party makes their final good-byes and thanks Wadiah once again. She smiles. “May you keep your eyes to the stars.” Onika does, and starts to walk out into the desert. Quickly gathering the last of their bags and mounting their own camels, the party follows. Reyu cannot help noting that Onika is leading them in an entirely different direction than Djamal had been. It would seem that if their guide had ever truly known the location of Peshetaup, he had not been leading them towards it. She pulls her cloak a little tighter. ********** Each night in the desert is cold. The stars twinkle overhead and the party members bundle themselves up in their winter cloaks and heavy blankets as they ride. Each day in the desert is blisteringly hot, and the adventurers try to sleep beneath their makeshift shelters, glad for [I]endure elements[/I] and the relief from the searing sun that it provides. Every night, just before dawn, Onika stops, sinks to her knees and settles in for the day. A few days into this routine, Reyu prepares [I]speak with animals[/I]. [color=lightgreen]“Why are we stoping?”[/color] Onika says simply, [color=lightgreen]“The stars are gone.”[/color] and then falls silent again, content to wait for nightfall with only the company of her own thoughts. Without the camel for conversation, Reyu seeks out Anvil. “Anvil, do you have need of the headband Professor Alexandra gave us?” The Justicar shakes his head. “Not at the moment. I will report to her when we have met this Manaal, but—since we have been sworn to secrecy as to the matter of the Khartshma—there seems no need to contact her before then.” “Might I borrow it then?” Anvil knits his brow. “To what purpose?” “When we were last in Dar Pykos I received word from my grandmother. There has been no sign of [post=1484903]Amelia[/i] at her village. The more time passes, the more this troubles me.” Anvil hands over the headband. “Amelia was sentenced only to exile,” Anvil reminds her. “We cannot dictate where she goes as long as it is outside the bounds of the Confederacy.” “I know,” Reyu replies as she dons the headband. “I merely wish her to know that she has friends.” Reyu’s message is short and simple. The response comes back, equally clear and succinct. ********** It’s the twentieth day of March, just after midnight by Anvil’s reckoning, when the party reaches the first sign of human habitation in the desert: an obelisk, half buried in the sand. Soon the party sees more evidence of a buried city: half-buried spires, walls crumbled into the sand. Onika leads them until they come to the last set of shadowy ruins visible in the dark. She stops there for a few moments, as if to make sure that the party understands that they have arrived, then turns around and walks back into the desert. The party watches her go. “Good-bye.” Kiara calls after her. “Thank you.” Onika makes no response, and Kiara’s words are quickly swallowed by the silence of the desert night. It is as though they are the last beings in the world. [/QUOTE]
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