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<blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1767590" data-attributes="member: 312">Isror shakes Kyron's hand, but the ram-creature's brow furrows as Kyron speaks.&nbsp; It is still furrowed when he is done.&nbsp; &quot;Ya asked 'bout the powers that be - surely ya at least saw Barbello when she brough ya in.&nbsp; She always taunts her seeds - usually strips 'em near naked and drops 'em in the desert ta boot!&quot;&nbsp; Isror tugs on his chin whiskers again.&nbsp; &quot;Ya, them sounds like the tactics o' th' Asherake: droppin' a battalion er two down behind some dunes using magics and da risin' heat o' da day mask their ships.&quot;&nbsp; Qyt'tyl chitters off-handedly and Isror drops down to one knee, nodding to the giant insect-creature.&nbsp; He then spits on the floor, and draws a symbol in the spittle:<img src="http://www.enworld.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=15729" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&quot;Did any bear this symbol?&quot;, he asks, looking up with golden eyes.&quot;And Yarish, the poor dear, if he ever wakes, can tell you of these powers and pantheons of which you speak.&nbsp; Goodness knows he rarely hushes about them.&quot; &nbsp; The words are softly spoken by Yana, yet her words seem to carry across the room as if there was no space there are all.&nbsp; Her voice is, at once, soothing, and commanding.&nbsp; &quot;But they that rule, and yet still are slaves here, on the Forge, are the Seven, the Flock.&quot;&quot;Aye, th' missus be right, as usual&quot;, grins Isror.&nbsp; He then looks to the large mantis and nods his head.&nbsp; &quot;Kyron, we'll take ya up on yar offer fer water.&nbsp; Qyt'tyl here'll get us somethin' ta put it in.&nbsp; Only Yarish needs any healin', tho, but we're most thankful.&quot;&nbsp; Isror's grin then fades, &quot;But didn't Barbello tell ya about her and the rest o' th' Flock?&nbsp; Most unlike her not ta gloat...&quot;With that, Qyt'tyl scuttles off into the darkness, bowing over almost double.&nbsp; He returns in a few moments with several clay and metal pitchers.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ashy, post: 1767590, member: 312"] Isror shakes Kyron's hand, but the ram-creature's brow furrows as Kyron speaks. It is still furrowed when he is done. [COLOR=Sienna]"Ya asked 'bout the powers that be - surely ya at least saw Barbello when she brough ya in. She always taunts her seeds - usually strips 'em near naked and drops 'em in the desert ta boot!"[/COLOR] Isror tugs on his chin whiskers again. [COLOR=Sienna]"Ya, them sounds like the tactics o' th' Asherake: droppin' a battalion er two down behind some dunes using magics and da risin' heat o' da day mask their ships."[/COLOR] Qyt'tyl chitters off-handedly and Isror drops down to one knee, nodding to the giant insect-creature. He then spits on the floor, and draws a symbol in the spittle: [IMG]http://www.enworld.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=15729[/IMG] [COLOR=Sienna]"Did any bear this symbol?"[/COLOR], he asks, looking up with golden eyes. [COLOR=SlateGray]"And Yarish, the poor dear, if he ever wakes, can tell you of these powers and pantheons of which you speak. Goodness knows he rarely hushes about them." [/COLOR] The words are softly spoken by Yana, yet her words seem to carry across the room as if there was no space there are all. Her voice is, at once, soothing, and commanding. [COLOR=SlateGray]"But they that rule, and yet still are slaves here, on the Forge, are the Seven, the Flock."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]"Aye, th' missus be right, as usual"[/COLOR], grins Isror. He then looks to the large mantis and nods his head. [COLOR=Sienna]"Kyron, we'll take ya up on yar offer fer water. Qyt'tyl here'll get us somethin' ta put it in. Only Yarish needs any healin', tho, but we're most thankful."[/COLOR] Isror's grin then fades, [COLOR=Sienna]"But didn't Barbello tell ya about her and the rest o' th' Flock? Most unlike her not ta gloat..."[/COLOR] With that, Qyt'tyl scuttles off into the darkness, bowing over almost double. He returns in a few moments with several clay and metal pitchers. [/QUOTE]

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