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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4720803" data-attributes="member: 3285">Sibling Rivalry: Part 12 – The Village of the Sheliac PeopleThe boy led them down an invisible trail through a series of small caverns and out into a surprisingly warm valley. The sounds of goats and yaks braying echoed through the canyon walls. A curtain of mist rose up from the numerous rents in the valley floor, obscuring the humble mud and stone shacks that dotted the landscape. “Hinod?” A woman’s voice calls out the boy’s name as she came and swept him up in her arms. Through tear-laden eyes, she thanked them in her clipped language. From the center of the village, a number of men are emerged from their huts. They were a short-limbed people, obviously human, but of a strange mix. Dark, matted hair and a broad flattened nose was a common trait that both the men and women of the village shared. “They’ve got gold necklaces and jewelry that they can’t possibly have made themselves,” Beldin whispered to Sebastian.“That’s the same metallurgy and color of the gold as the Centurion medallion I discovered,” whispered Quintus. “They were obviously made by the same craftsman – or at least the styles are similar.”Sebastian nodded.  “Ilmarė, ask to speak with their leader,” said Sebastian. “We need to know how they got the jewelry they’re wearing.”Ilmarė shot him a glare. She spoke over her shoulder, and soon was ushered into a hut. While they waited, the villagers offered them a hardy meal of goat and yak stew that do much to chase the chill from their limbs.Eventually, the elorii returned.  “These are the Sheliac people,” she said. “They were occasionally threatened by the snow goblins, but they have not been seen since the Grey Lord sent a storm to shatter their home.”“The Grey Lord?” asked Vlad.  “Who is that?”“Hurrian,” said Quintus.  “The Storm Lord is often depicted as wearing a cloak of gray clouds.”“The pieces of jewelry are spoils taken from the snow goblins.  They can take us there.”“Let’s go,” said Quintus.  “There’s no time to waste.”There was an awkward moment, where Quintus had to be lifted up by Vlad and refastened to his back.  He was hardly in a position to tell anyone to go anywhere.  But for once, even Ilmarė complied without complaint.</blockquote>

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