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<blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3805054" data-attributes="member: 3448"><p>Sorry this post is late. But on with the story:</p><p></p><p>* * * * </p><p></p><p>At this point the Champion began threatening the tribe in a new way. He said, “I am but a simple chaos champion. A simple, <strong>lusty</strong> chaos champion.” And he began looking over the tribe lasciviously, before crooking his finger at two of the trueborn women.</p><p></p><p>I was uncertain how we would respond, but Sergeant Cilorean cleared his throat. “Those are part of my contingent.”</p><p></p><p>“Are they your women?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” replied the Sergeant, although I do not think he meant that in the same way as the Champion had.</p><p></p><p>“Then perhaps there are those who are not…”</p><p></p><p>The Sergeant tried a slightly different tactic. “I need all of my people.”</p><p></p><p>“I would not take any of your people away. I just wish their use for a short time… And I might leave a gift.”</p><p></p><p>“Your gift might interfere with our mission.”</p><p></p><p>Chaos Champion Delorian scowled at that. “I suppose they might. One of my spawn might draw attention, interfere with your infiltration. I will not ask who among the Council had that bright idea… Oh, very well.” He then shook a finger at Sergeant Cilorean. “But you will owe me two when you return. Two sun-kissed wenches… I’ve never had a sun-kissed wench.”</p><p></p><p>The Sergeant readily agreed, knowing that we could not be bound by any promises to the servants of Shadow. The trueborn women were most relieved as we gestured to them to return to the body of the tribe. With that resolved, the braxats bounded off.</p><p></p><p>Sergeant Cilorean decided that we would cut east for some miles, and then turn north again. As the Lord of the Host of Dust was traveling west, that would, with luck, allow us to avoid him entirely. With the Sergeant’s permission, I put on the ring of invisibility and headed directly north, after the bone ooze; if we could alter its course as well, we could still use it to deal with any threats that remained between us and the Shadowline. Spring accompanied me, in case we encountered trouble. He flew high above, where he could scout and assist but would be able to avoid engaging any threats.</p><p></p><p>After a short journey, we saw the crater and wreckage that was all that remained of the bone ooze. It had apparently reached the Lord of the Host of Dust before we reached it, and it did not appear to have been much of a threat to him. We also saw what we presumed to be the Lord of the Host of Dust’s entourage. Two elves, both with the house insignia cut off their uniforms, stood at the edge of the remnants of the ooze discussing it. They were both pale-skinned, implying that they were either elves or Noldar rather than the drow that are more commonly encountered in service to the Shadow. I assume they must be renegades to have cut off their house-insignia. The elves had a carriage with them, also without any distinctive markings and drawn by a team of four nightmares. In addition to the two elves, we saw a handful of human and other servants. Spring also reported seeing two wolf-headed humanoids in the carriage, also with uniforms that had holes on them where insignia had been cut off. I did not observe the humanoids directly.</p><p></p><p>The elves were deep in discussion; we gathered that they were trying to decide whether to continue westward, or whether to investigate where the bone ooze had come from and whether someone was behind it. Spring and I carefully remained hidden at a substantial distance. After the discussion, they entered the carriage. The coachman snapped his whip, and the nightmares pulled it swiftly on, without turning aside from its westward path. With that, we returned to the tribe and reported to Sergeant Cilorean. I must admit that I am very glad that they did not choose to investigate, because I have my doubts about both our ability to evade them and our likelihood of surviving if they found us--especially because the Sergeant is an elf, or at least the remnant of an elf.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cerebral Paladin, post: 3805054, member: 3448"] Sorry this post is late. But on with the story: * * * * At this point the Champion began threatening the tribe in a new way. He said, “I am but a simple chaos champion. A simple, [b]lusty[/b] chaos champion.” And he began looking over the tribe lasciviously, before crooking his finger at two of the trueborn women. I was uncertain how we would respond, but Sergeant Cilorean cleared his throat. “Those are part of my contingent.” “Are they your women?” “Yes,” replied the Sergeant, although I do not think he meant that in the same way as the Champion had. “Then perhaps there are those who are not…” The Sergeant tried a slightly different tactic. “I need all of my people.” “I would not take any of your people away. I just wish their use for a short time… And I might leave a gift.” “Your gift might interfere with our mission.” Chaos Champion Delorian scowled at that. “I suppose they might. One of my spawn might draw attention, interfere with your infiltration. I will not ask who among the Council had that bright idea… Oh, very well.” He then shook a finger at Sergeant Cilorean. “But you will owe me two when you return. Two sun-kissed wenches… I’ve never had a sun-kissed wench.” The Sergeant readily agreed, knowing that we could not be bound by any promises to the servants of Shadow. The trueborn women were most relieved as we gestured to them to return to the body of the tribe. With that resolved, the braxats bounded off. Sergeant Cilorean decided that we would cut east for some miles, and then turn north again. As the Lord of the Host of Dust was traveling west, that would, with luck, allow us to avoid him entirely. With the Sergeant’s permission, I put on the ring of invisibility and headed directly north, after the bone ooze; if we could alter its course as well, we could still use it to deal with any threats that remained between us and the Shadowline. Spring accompanied me, in case we encountered trouble. He flew high above, where he could scout and assist but would be able to avoid engaging any threats. After a short journey, we saw the crater and wreckage that was all that remained of the bone ooze. It had apparently reached the Lord of the Host of Dust before we reached it, and it did not appear to have been much of a threat to him. We also saw what we presumed to be the Lord of the Host of Dust’s entourage. Two elves, both with the house insignia cut off their uniforms, stood at the edge of the remnants of the ooze discussing it. They were both pale-skinned, implying that they were either elves or Noldar rather than the drow that are more commonly encountered in service to the Shadow. I assume they must be renegades to have cut off their house-insignia. The elves had a carriage with them, also without any distinctive markings and drawn by a team of four nightmares. In addition to the two elves, we saw a handful of human and other servants. Spring also reported seeing two wolf-headed humanoids in the carriage, also with uniforms that had holes on them where insignia had been cut off. I did not observe the humanoids directly. The elves were deep in discussion; we gathered that they were trying to decide whether to continue westward, or whether to investigate where the bone ooze had come from and whether someone was behind it. Spring and I carefully remained hidden at a substantial distance. After the discussion, they entered the carriage. The coachman snapped his whip, and the nightmares pulled it swiftly on, without turning aside from its westward path. With that, we returned to the tribe and reported to Sergeant Cilorean. I must admit that I am very glad that they did not choose to investigate, because I have my doubts about both our ability to evade them and our likelihood of surviving if they found us--especially because the Sergeant is an elf, or at least the remnant of an elf. [/QUOTE]
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