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<blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 4812853" data-attributes="member: 29558">The young man preens under Houwlou's praise.&quot;Gnolls killed my mother and grandfather when I was a boy. They put fire to our village and slew hundreds. Somehow I escaped with my father to the town of Solku, not far from here. It was a long time ago, I’ve forgotten most of what I saw. Terrible things. But I find it’s the sounds that stay with me. The shrill howls and barks—hundreds of them at once—that sounded deliriously close to an audience. Laughing at us.“Father raised me to know everything about the gnolls, their customs, their language. So as better to track them down and wipe them out. All of them. Together we scouted out their lairs, studied their tribes, listened to them speak until we could understand what they were saying. They’re not dumb animals, you know. Not like you might think. In some ways they’re even smarter than us.“Dad didn’t survive our first raid on a gnoll camp of the Three Jaws tribe. I saw them fall on him like hyenas on an abandoned kill, slathering themselves in his blood and innards. I can still hear the tear of his scalp and the sound of his bones against frenzied teeth. Against this scene I was forgotten. Ignored. &quot;I escaped, and I carry on the work of my father.&quot;Dashki's attention has faded to the middle distance as he speaks. When he finishes his recitation he snaps back to the present. His voice is bitter as he responds to Houwlou's question.&quot;Her plans for you? The Lady does not take such as I into her confidence regarding such things, but I suspect she means you as grist for the mill of Kelmarane - to take it for her or (more likely) to die in the attempt.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maidhc O Casain, post: 4812853, member: 29558"] The young man preens under Houwlou's praise. [COLOR="Orange"]"Gnolls killed my mother and grandfather when I was a boy. They put fire to our village and slew hundreds. Somehow I escaped with my father to the town of Solku, not far from here. It was a long time ago, I’ve forgotten most of what I saw. Terrible things. But I find it’s the sounds that stay with me. The shrill howls and barks—hundreds of them at once—that sounded deliriously close to an audience. Laughing at us. “Father raised me to know everything about the gnolls, their customs, their language. So as better to track them down and wipe them out. All of them. Together we scouted out their lairs, studied their tribes, listened to them speak until we could understand what they were saying. They’re not dumb animals, you know. Not like you might think. In some ways they’re even smarter than us. “Dad didn’t survive our first raid on a gnoll camp of the Three Jaws tribe. I saw them fall on him like hyenas on an abandoned kill, slathering themselves in his blood and innards. I can still hear the tear of his scalp and the sound of his bones against frenzied teeth. Against this scene I was forgotten. Ignored. "I escaped, and I carry on the work of my father."[/COLOR] Dashki's attention has faded to the middle distance as he speaks. When he finishes his recitation he snaps back to the present. His voice is bitter as he responds to Houwlou's question. [COLOR="Orange"]"Her plans for you? The Lady does not take such as [I]I[/I] into her confidence regarding such things, but I suspect she means you as grist for the mill of Kelmarane - to take it for her or (more likely) to die in the attempt."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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