Insight's Dark Sun: Burning Sands Campaign - IC

[Insight]

Those of you at the entrance to Shaft C notice that the wind has just picked up quite substantially. It is starting to kick up dust and sand.

 

[stonegod]

Zimno continues his sneer. He sees the other sub-chief interfere, and shrugs. Perhaps not all will die.

Where is Horrin? He holds up the paper. Then he notices the wind. His frame shifts a moment. He obviously wants to be somewhere else.

 

[Insight]

Zimno continues his sneer. He sees the other sub-chief interfere, and shrugs. Perhaps not all will die.

Where is Horrin? He holds up the paper. Then he notices the wind. His frame shifts a moment. He obviously wants to be somewhere else.

A scrubbed-clean, callow youth in inappropriately ornate attire waves Zimno over. The eladrin recognizes this boy as Horrin, scion of house Atreya. "You are Zimno, are you not? I suppose you must be, given that you are the only eladrin I remember seeing around this place."

Horrin leads Zimno to a small natural alcove, away from prying eyes. "Would that I knew your secrets, elf from Beyond the Wind. I'm sure there is much you could reveal to me. Perhaps I could make it worth your while."

 

[Shayuri]

When she arrives in the kitchen, Amica notices several slaves taking buckets of water hurriedly out of the kitchen supply and into the open area beyond the main House Njeer tent. Looking out, Amica sees another giant tent, the view into which is completely blocked. Amica has seen this tent many times and always found it mysterious. She sees the slaves carry buckets to the tent and place them before the tent's opening. They stay there for a moment before red-clad arms reach out and take the buckets. The slaves then rush back into the House Njeer tent.

Amica risked a glance around to make sure the overseer wasn't looking, and peeked out the flaps. Someone important was in there. Important enough to be worth valuable water in tremendous quantities. Private enough to have their own tent...and with no openings, it must be stifling in there. Not even slaves were allowed in.

Who is it in there...?

Just then, the tentflap jerked aside, and another slave came in to get water. Amica vaguely knew his name from listening to others gossip. Brandis. One of the slaves trying to butter up Elohasi. She wondered how that was going for him...

 

[Insight]

Amica risked a glance around to make sure the overseer wasn't looking, and peeked out the flaps. Someone important was in there. Important enough to be worth valuable water in tremendous quantities. Private enough to have their own tent...and with no openings, it must be stifling in there. Not even slaves were allowed in.

Who is it in there...?

Just then, the tentflap jerked aside, and another slave came in to get water. Amica vaguely knew his name from listening to others gossip. Brandis. One of the slaves trying to butter up Elohasi. She wondered how that was going for him...

"I see you are curious, little one... come closer... All will be revealed... "

Amica barely has time to recover from the disgusting feeling at the pit of her stomach as the message ends.

 

[stonegod]

Horrin leads Zimno to a small natural alcove, away from prying eyes. "Would that I knew your secrets, elf from Beyond the Wind. I'm sure there is much you could reveal to me. Perhaps I could make it worth your while."

Secrets? Give me the throats of those that cage me. Then we can talk.

 

[Insight]

Secrets? Give me the throats of those that cage me. Then we can talk.

"Hmm..." the noble youth replies. He looks around the tunnel, watching for those with prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. "You have tenacity. That much is clear. Perhaps you can be of some use."

Horrin whispers, "Meet me at the House Njeer tent in a few hours, when the sun is at its highest in the sky. You can help me and I can help you. Be discreet. A word about this to anyone else and I will have you whipped to within an inch of your life."

With that, he is gone.

 

[stonegod]

Zimno watched the youth disappear. They boy would have his meeting. Either Zimno got what he wanted, or the youth died. Either way, it would be a good day.

His orders completed, Zimno slowly walked back out into Cave C. No teleporting back. This was his freest time of the day.

 

[DistractingFlare]

After watching Korg force the overseer's mercy, Kesh looks down. He wraps his bony fingers around the cart's handle again, prepared to press back into the darkness to fill his empty cart.

"Another one got away," Kesh mumbles almost silently. "But the fat one will not haunt my dreams. He's too fat to even enter my mind at all!"

With that, Kesh laughs - perhaps too loudly, and the sound of laughter echoes with a brief moment of alien happiness. His smile is gone before it can even fully form, and the elf marches on. He wonders where the eladrin went - off with Master Horrin, perhaps?

"No matter," he thinks, as he pushes his creaking cart.

 

[Walking Dad]

Korg

Korg looks after the elf. He seems to slowly descent into madness, he thinks to himself as he draws his cloak closer. Strange wind... perhaps a sign...


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Korg Wellspeaker
Perception: 19 Insight: 14 Low-light Vision
AC 13 Fortitude 12 Reflex 13 Will 15
Initiative: +0
Hit Points: 30 / 30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist:
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:7 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Telekinetic Grasp, Call Spirit Companion, Spirit's Wrath, Spirit Infusion, Haunting Spirits
Encounter Powers: Healing Spirit 2/2, Speak with Spirits, Spirit of Athas, Scorching Sand
Daily Powers: Cleansing Wind of the North

Condition:

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