Argent Silvermage
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Arokyn (Chapter 1)
The tribe had been moving at night to conserve their strength. They would rest in the shade of megalithic stones and even then it was sweltering. The tribe of 3 hands had only been formed less than 6 months ago but was functioning well considering the newness to everyone concerned. The makeshift tents flapped in the slight wind and the few domesticated 6-legged horses they could take with them were near to starved from lack of vegetation.
From his tent’s shelter came Lythix Stonecrusher, chief of the warriors of the Tribe of 3 hands. The dwarf stood a towering 4’10” and weighed in at over 300 pounds. “All stone and bone” as he was known, Lythix walked with the burning sun to his back toward the tent of Chief Skydancer. He genuinely liked the human but felt a Dwarf should be leader.
Pushing the flap aside, Lythix wondered at the tribal council inside. Did they never sleep? He thought to himself. But he took his place next to Chief Skydancer.
Skydancer was new to his roll as tribal leader and was not comfortable with the weight of office. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and shook his arms to get the blood back into the webs of gray furred skin between his arms and legs. Many wondered at how he could stand to be sitting on his tail all the time and he wondered it himself. His large green eyes fell to his advisor Kikkata.
Kikkata sat in a mantis position and did not move even the slightest. The elf was as fierce in combat as she was wise and loving to the tribe. She moved her 6 arms slowly recognizing that Lythix had arrived. “It’s about time. We have much to discuss and little time to discuss it.”
“Then stop wasting time telling me to stop wasting time. Elf.” said Lythix. “We are here to talk of the coming of the beast. We must learn more of the Wyrm that caused us to leave our homelands. Mercy Mesa is pretty in its way but with no water supply we will not survive long.”
Skydancer spoke with the voice of authority; he knew those two would never stop harping one another with out him stopping it himself. “Come now. We are all here, let there be peace. I have O`Assis the water finder searching for a stream or wellspring. The water problem will be cured soon.”
‘The 3 hands’ as the council was known talked well into the night.
The sun rose in the morning and while the morning meal was being cooked there was a roar from the dunes to the east. About an hour later Skitterial one of the advance scouts came running into camp ichor and blood mixed on his shell. It takes but a moment to see that he is missing two arms; they appear to have been ripped from his shell. “O`Assis is taken by a troop of strange creatures. We need help.” He says and falls to the ground unable to stand any longer.
(Your up guys. we can roll play this for a while while we wait for the 3.5 books to arrive.)
The tribe had been moving at night to conserve their strength. They would rest in the shade of megalithic stones and even then it was sweltering. The tribe of 3 hands had only been formed less than 6 months ago but was functioning well considering the newness to everyone concerned. The makeshift tents flapped in the slight wind and the few domesticated 6-legged horses they could take with them were near to starved from lack of vegetation.
From his tent’s shelter came Lythix Stonecrusher, chief of the warriors of the Tribe of 3 hands. The dwarf stood a towering 4’10” and weighed in at over 300 pounds. “All stone and bone” as he was known, Lythix walked with the burning sun to his back toward the tent of Chief Skydancer. He genuinely liked the human but felt a Dwarf should be leader.
Pushing the flap aside, Lythix wondered at the tribal council inside. Did they never sleep? He thought to himself. But he took his place next to Chief Skydancer.
Skydancer was new to his roll as tribal leader and was not comfortable with the weight of office. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and shook his arms to get the blood back into the webs of gray furred skin between his arms and legs. Many wondered at how he could stand to be sitting on his tail all the time and he wondered it himself. His large green eyes fell to his advisor Kikkata.
Kikkata sat in a mantis position and did not move even the slightest. The elf was as fierce in combat as she was wise and loving to the tribe. She moved her 6 arms slowly recognizing that Lythix had arrived. “It’s about time. We have much to discuss and little time to discuss it.”
“Then stop wasting time telling me to stop wasting time. Elf.” said Lythix. “We are here to talk of the coming of the beast. We must learn more of the Wyrm that caused us to leave our homelands. Mercy Mesa is pretty in its way but with no water supply we will not survive long.”
Skydancer spoke with the voice of authority; he knew those two would never stop harping one another with out him stopping it himself. “Come now. We are all here, let there be peace. I have O`Assis the water finder searching for a stream or wellspring. The water problem will be cured soon.”
‘The 3 hands’ as the council was known talked well into the night.
The sun rose in the morning and while the morning meal was being cooked there was a roar from the dunes to the east. About an hour later Skitterial one of the advance scouts came running into camp ichor and blood mixed on his shell. It takes but a moment to see that he is missing two arms; they appear to have been ripped from his shell. “O`Assis is taken by a troop of strange creatures. We need help.” He says and falls to the ground unable to stand any longer.
(Your up guys. we can roll play this for a while while we wait for the 3.5 books to arrive.)