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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7610145" data-attributes="member: 9255">DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVILSEGMENT 008“I DREAMED OF A TIEFLING”05/10/19SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE  YEAR 24MONTH: THE SUNDAY: 4KA: 190Koe made it back just in time.  He nearly scaled the gates to get in.   Not in the mood to fight as his mind is elsewhere, Yaesha doesn’t ask.  Koe would not have answered anyway.On the second day of the return trip to Draj they encounter their first sand storm.  Compared to most storms, this one is weak (20-30 MPH winds only).  The worse that happens is the King’s Road is covered up.  Between Yaesha and Drak’s tracking and wilderness skills, they easily stay on course until they travel beyond the storm’s influence.DAY 5    Silver Springs-Olan is nervous.They can see Silver Springs in the distance already.  The caravan stops and “The Keeper of The Walls”, sitting high on the wall with his magic bow works out payment with Yaesha.  They go in and stop.  Once more, there will be three one hour shifts.  The group decide to arrange they watch the animals at first shift then locate the elf named Lilapaul.Drak has made the elves very nervous.  He is making eye contact with all of the elves on the wall.  He means no harm but feels it is like a game.Koe and Choros follow Olan when their shift is over.   They go to the market as before.  A different female elf is here this time.  She has old cups and eating utensils.  Choros looks them over and pulls out his gloves.  The equally suspicious and curious elf watches as he picks up a cup.  Koe asks the distracted elven maiden where Lilapaul is.    Not taking her eyes off of the gloves the half-giant is wearing she motions to the other half of the camp.Koe leaves to search for her.“A human.    Long time ago.   Human merchant…..” the psion begins to read the psychic impressions made on the cup.The mul asks another elf about Lilapaul.  With a sly smile, the elf directs him to a large tent just within view.  “She is seeing visitors today.”Koe spots a large tent near the warrior’s tents.  Small animal skulls and bones dangle from Spider Cactus lines near the entrance.    Koe stops before it.  Just as he is about to call out to her the flap opens on its own.   A gentle breeze tickles his ear.  He ignores the sensation.  “Come in Fierce Warrior.  Come in to see me- Lilapaul.”  With a loud humph- the mul goes in.The large tent is split in two by a large curtain.  On this side are dozens of large pillows.  Colorful streamers, ribbons and scarves hang from the ceiling and lines within the room.  Poe can just make out her female outline.  “Where is your friend?  Where is Olan Sarnyu?”Koe knows this is not good that she knows his last name.  Koe didn’t even know his last name.   “Please get comfortable Koe.  I prefer my visitors to be comfortable.”    Despite himself, Koe stacks a few pillows and sits down….. ready to strike.She steps out from the curtain.  Slowly and sensually.  Koe resists her easily.   “Olan is at the market.”“I know.  I had hoped you would agree to get him.   Tell me Koe-  is your will that strong or do you not like the female body?”  Koe says nothing.  Smiling with triumph, she brings her hands slowly to her face- fanning out her fingers to entice him once more.   He doesn’t look- nor flinch.  She covers her mouth and whispers into her hands whom then open and she gently blows her palm and thus caste a spell.Outside, Olan receives a whispering Wind message.  “Come to me my handsome being.  I await you with stirring emotion.”“….from a ruin south of here- really?” Choro continues to talk to the young woman about the cups her clan has found in ruins nearby.  Then he sees Olan is leaving with a goofy smile on his face.  “Here you go.   It’s nice but doesn’t fit my existing set.” And he hurries after his friend.He suspects he is at the correct tent when the flap opens before him.  He ducks his head and goes in.   The flap closes as Choro begins to dunk himself to go through.  Frowning at the slight, he pushes his way in.Once more, she flirts and touches him with a mix of seduction and memorizing his features.  “I have dreamed about you.   You are powerful in my dreams.”“I am?”“He is?” adds Choro.“You are the child of a being not of Athas.”“Still a New Race though?”“No.    In my dreams I hear the word ‘Tiefling’ repeated.”  She feels his brow.“Tiefling?” questions Choro.“I speak for and to Olan.  Be quiet mindbender.” She says frowning at the distraction of her arts.“Yes- a union of an outsider and a native.”“Guess.   I was raised by Tari.”“Yes- I saw that.   In the sewers and underground pockets of Raam.   The Tari found you.  They was great debate over your fate.”“Yes.  Only father wanted to save me.”“Father.   His name is Lord Balor.   Mother.  Lord …….. her name escapes me.   But she is human.”Olan holds onto every word.“In time, I will learn her name.”“A gold piece for your troubles.”They leave and return to the oasis where the Crodlu are drinking.    In the defiler’s tent, Lilapaul holds new course black hairs to he nose and sniffs.    A sly smile creases her otherwise young and beautiful face.</blockquote>

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