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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knight Otu" data-source="post: 2812716" data-attributes="member: 192">I thought you might like to see the short fictional openings for the gnollkin: First the two familiar faces:The GnollThe daywatch returned into the lair, its shift over. Lhaerh snarled as he saw that one of them, Ngaerhiadh, was wounded. A bite wound... “I demand you to report!” the chieftain barked. A wounded warrior was an unnecessary liability, especially in hunting seasons like this. Carelessness would have to be punished.Ngaerhiadh knew that as well. Lowering his head, he began recounting the events leading to the wound, hoping that Lhaerh would not be overly displeased. “We patrolled along the territory borders with the hyenas. I inspected the ruins inhabited by the ha-naga sisters. I found that the entrance was barred. I concluded that they did not desire a new offering. I then heard a burrowing sound. I realized that ankhegs were close. I called out to the rest of the daywatch. They saved themselves onto the walls. I acted too slow after warning the others. I was attacked by one of the creatures before climbing to safety. We did not have to wait long until the ankhegs vanished.”During Ngaerhiadh’s report, Lhaerh had already yowled a command to Yeengyuudh, the tribe’s shamaness so that she could assess the wound the warrior had suffered. Ankheg bites could easily kill a gnoll. So either Ngaerhiadh had been very lucky, or... Yeengyuudh’s whispers confirmed what the chieftain had already suspected.The bite was not from an ankheg, but from a hyena. Ngaerhiadh must had been mishandling one of the chieftain’s animals, and got bitten in retribution. The other warriors would have covered for him. A challenge to his authority. But Lhaerh knew exactly how to handle this. “I see what has happened. We will have one maw fewer to feed today. We will have more flesh to feed on today.”With a quick gesture, the chieftain drew his scimitar, and cut open the warrior’s chest. Then he commanded the other tribe members to carry the slowly dying Ngaerhiadh into the Feast Tent.The FlindNgoudhialh steamed. This little chieftain still dared to oppose him! With a crash, one of the amphoras shattered. The gnide band outside the city actually grew, instead of dwindling as expected! With another loud crash, one of the idols from the human slaves shattered. And on top of all that, Bhaeshuidh announced the visit of one of his advisors! With a swift kick, Ngoudhialh shattered another amphora.Slowly, Ngoudhialh let the rage burn down, and his typical calm return. This chieftain was hardly any problem at the moment. Sooner or later he'd have to become part of the city. The rebellious gnide band, on the other hand, posed a serious risk to the city. Hunters and workers had to fear their attacks, especially when they brought gnides themselves. These bands always attempt to steal the gnides belonging to the city.Then, of course, Bhaeshuidh. Definitely, he had every right to proclaim “bhaerhou”. But this was his city, and only Yeeaennoush themselves could take it away from him! It had been hard enough to found the city. And now this... creature comes around, and demands submission?Actually, Bhaeshuidh had not come here.Which was a good thing. Ngoudhialh would not have had a chance if the flonn came personally. Instead, it would be one of his advisors.This advisor, definitely, would travel with a large retinue, consisting of further flinds and gnolls, and of slaves. Humans, for general tasks, halflings for entertainment, stealth, and endurance, and of course, gnides...Suddenly, the prospect of keeping a few rebellious gnides outside the city was a lot more attractive for the flind...Yep, that flind is in a city. I've expanded the culture a bit to resemble a greek-roman-egyptian blend.I'm actually considering rewriting the dialog for the gnoll. While there is a reason for this, the I do, We do sentence starts are jarring.</blockquote>

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