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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7622462" data-attributes="member: 9255">DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVILSEGMENT 019“MASSA HICKXEN”05/31/19SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE&nbsp; YEAR 24MONTH: THE ELEMENTSDAY: 14KA: 190Drak moves to and from on the path waiting for the mul.&nbsp;&nbsp; Koe is checking over the silt cleric’s body.&nbsp; He is hoping for clues.&nbsp; All he finds is two slabs of mica encasing a bit of silt used as a necklace and focus piece.&nbsp; It may not be a clue but it is proof…. Of sorts.&nbsp; He rips it off the cleric’s body and stands up to survey the area.&nbsp; There is no sign of the giant skeleton nor the cleric riding it.It is not here so he walks up to the thri-kreen.&nbsp; “Where do you think you are going Drak?”“Klik-&nbsp; all dead…….vik vik….. nothing to be found here.&nbsp;&nbsp; Collect others.&nbsp;&nbsp; Go home.”“No.”“Why?&nbsp; All dead.&nbsp;&nbsp; No ….weed.”“No answers.&nbsp;&nbsp; We need to learn more first.”The kreen crosses his antennae in aggravation.&nbsp;&nbsp; Then he hears something-&nbsp; something in the storage building Koe was in before.&nbsp; Koe has also heard it and has moved to the doors to enter the building.&nbsp; The door slowly opens with a creak.&nbsp;&nbsp; A human head slowly and cautiously comes out.&nbsp; Koe grabs a headful of hair and pulls the human out abruptly.&nbsp; The poorly dressed human man squeals in pain and surprise as he is dragged to a kneeling position.&nbsp; Even as Koe notes that the man’s hands are bound, a second slave is thrust out the door between the monk and the person inside.&nbsp; A woman dressed in fine leather armor and a fine light blue scarf steps out using the two slaves as a meat shield.Drak hopes to reach the conflict from the backside.&nbsp; He hops up into an opening that acts as a window.&nbsp; He lands quietly and walks up through the storage area.&nbsp; He spots two beds.&nbsp; One has two chests on it.&nbsp; Both are open- one unlocked and the other broken into.&nbsp; The contents of both are gone.“Who are you?” demands Koe.“No.&nbsp;&nbsp; Who are you?” Commands the woman.&nbsp; Koe notes her hand is one the hilt of the short sword she has sheathed on her belt.“Koe.” He states.&nbsp; “House Tsalaxa.”“Really?&nbsp; I rather doubt that.” She says peering side to side.&nbsp; Then she hears the chitin shelled feet of the thri-kreen behind her.&nbsp; “You with the Silt Clerics?!?”“Tik Tik&nbsp; No.&nbsp;&nbsp; Tsalaxa.&nbsp; We come from…Draj.&nbsp; Come for caravan…..weed.”She frowns as she directs her attention and glare from the mul to the kreen and back.“Why are you here?&nbsp; You have come to get me away?”Koe seems furiously stunned.&nbsp;&nbsp; “Drajah Weed…. And the people.”“All of the slaves are dead.&nbsp;&nbsp; Over 100.&nbsp; &nbsp; Twenty men and woman- good men and women have also died.&nbsp; Only I and four slaves remain.”“Over 100 good men and women are dead.&nbsp;&nbsp; Down to you and two more good people.” He says with growing fury in his eyes.&nbsp;&nbsp; “What has happened?&nbsp; Where is the caravan of Drajah Weed?”She stares at the mul hoping to intimidate him.&nbsp; She doesn’t.&nbsp; “The caravan delivery should have reached Draj by now.”“No.&nbsp; No caravan.”“He left last week.&nbsp; He was on the bridge….. then the undead came.&nbsp;&nbsp; Dozens of skeletons.&nbsp;&nbsp; The leader of the silt clerics referred to them as his Patrol.&nbsp; His undead came.&nbsp;&nbsp; Killed nearly every man and woman here….even the others.”“Others?&nbsp; Slaves?”She doesn’t answer.&nbsp; She understands what muls are capable of.&nbsp; Especially angry ones.She begins towards the bridge.&nbsp; “There is nothing left in Ket to salvage.&nbsp;&nbsp; Let’s go back.&nbsp; Back to Draj and House Tsalaxa.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7622462, member: 9255"] DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVIL SEGMENT 019 “MASSA HICKXEN” 05/31/19 SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE YEAR 24 MONTH: THE ELEMENTS DAY: 14 KA: 190 Drak moves to and from on the path waiting for the mul. Koe is checking over the silt cleric’s body. He is hoping for clues. All he finds is two slabs of mica encasing a bit of silt used as a necklace and focus piece. It may not be a clue but it is proof…. Of sorts. He rips it off the cleric’s body and stands up to survey the area. There is no sign of the giant skeleton nor the cleric riding it. It is not here so he walks up to the thri-kreen. “Where do you think you are going Drak?” “Klik- all dead…….vik vik….. nothing to be found here. Collect others. Go home.” “No.” “Why? All dead. No ….weed.” “No answers. We need to learn more first.” The kreen crosses his antennae in aggravation. Then he hears something- something in the storage building Koe was in before. Koe has also heard it and has moved to the doors to enter the building. The door slowly opens with a creak. A human head slowly and cautiously comes out. Koe grabs a headful of hair and pulls the human out abruptly. The poorly dressed human man squeals in pain and surprise as he is dragged to a kneeling position. Even as Koe notes that the man’s hands are bound, a second slave is thrust out the door between the monk and the person inside. A woman dressed in fine leather armor and a fine light blue scarf steps out using the two slaves as a meat shield. Drak hopes to reach the conflict from the backside. He hops up into an opening that acts as a window. He lands quietly and walks up through the storage area. He spots two beds. One has two chests on it. Both are open- one unlocked and the other broken into. The contents of both are gone. “Who are you?” demands Koe. “No. Who are you?” Commands the woman. Koe notes her hand is one the hilt of the short sword she has sheathed on her belt. “Koe.” He states. “House Tsalaxa.” “Really? I rather doubt that.” She says peering side to side. Then she hears the chitin shelled feet of the thri-kreen behind her. “You with the Silt Clerics?!?” “Tik Tik No. Tsalaxa. We come from…Draj. Come for caravan…..weed.” She frowns as she directs her attention and glare from the mul to the kreen and back. “Why are you here? You have come to get me away?” Koe seems furiously stunned. “Drajah Weed…. And the people.” “All of the slaves are dead. Over 100. Twenty men and woman- good men and women have also died. Only I and four slaves remain.” “Over 100 good men and women are dead. Down to you and two more good people.” He says with growing fury in his eyes. “What has happened? Where is the caravan of Drajah Weed?” She stares at the mul hoping to intimidate him. She doesn’t. “The caravan delivery should have reached Draj by now.” “No. No caravan.” “He left last week. He was on the bridge….. then the undead came. Dozens of skeletons. The leader of the silt clerics referred to them as his Patrol. His undead came. Killed nearly every man and woman here….even the others.” “Others? Slaves?” She doesn’t answer. She understands what muls are capable of. Especially angry ones. She begins towards the bridge. “There is nothing left in Ket to salvage. Let’s go back. Back to Draj and House Tsalaxa.” [/QUOTE]

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