Title: Rukkian Encounter
Date: 2008-11-11 01:09:57
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Some hunters stumble upon a Rukkian with out-of-control magickal vomit powers.
Indy hunters Louas and Jurij are out with some of the members of their hunters' guild in the deep desert when a sudden storm (ie sudden crash) causes the party to scatter. Jurij is finally found by Louas and the two head out in search of the others when they hear cries for help. They go to investigate. The following is from Jurij's point of view.
Jurij, the rugged, dark-eyed dwarf
This dwarf is built like a rock. His broad, chiseled shoulders are as wide as
he is tall. His well muscled arms terminate in large, rough hands. He has
slightly bow legged, adding to his square, sturdy appearance. His face is
moderately wrinkled, showing the ravages of a lifetime of hard work and
exposure to the elements. Dark eyes stare out from under his thick brow, the
vivid whiteness of the cornea contrasting intensely with the blackness of the
iris and pupil. Between his eyes is a large, round nose that sits above a
thin-lipped mouth. The very tip of his left ear appears to have been cut off
by some past trauma.
You are using:
You swing your legs to the side and dismount.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak looks down at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
You stop watching the west exit.
You begin watching the maimed, murky-eyed man.
Keeping his distance, you ask the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"What is it?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins to quiver on his knees, making terrible moaning sounds.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak intently scans the area.
The figure in a dusty hooded, sandy-brown reinforced sandcloth duster grimaces.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"What's wrong with ya?"
You lower the hood of a dusty hooded, sandy-brown reinforced sandcloth duster.
You look up at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
A great swirl of creased scar tissue disturbs the shallow wrinkles of
this man's swarthy face. The left of his nose, cheek, and forehead seem to
be the most affected and are less several large chunks of tissue and
multitudes of smaller lacerations. Underneath the damage a narrow,
economical skeletal structure of sharp angles shapes high cheekbones,
slanted eyebrows, and a square jaw and chin. The dominant tone of his skin
is a brazen brown except where linear streaks of light and dark blue arch
out along the right side of his face in trails of various lengths. His eyes
and hair are a muddy brown of varying consistency, the latter of which hangs
down around his head in a shaggy crown spreading out from a thinning patch
in the center. His body is small and lean, crafted for the swiftness and
endurance necessitated by the harsh landscapes it resembles.
The maimed, murky-eyed man is in excellent condition.
The maimed, murky-eyed man is using:
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The maimed, murky-eyed man opens his mouth at the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak, but sand flies out and splatters to the dunes.
Hopping back, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Fuckin' Krath!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak swings his legs to the side and dismounts.
You exclaim to the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak, in sirihish:
"Did ya see that?!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak unstrap his dusty leather strapped, traveling knapsack from a war beetle's back.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak opens a dusty leather strapped, traveling knapsack.
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins a spell, and the earth trembles in response.
The maimed, murky-eyed man utters an incantation.
The maimed, murky-eyed man gestures, summoning food from the air itself.
A dark purple kank steak suddenly appears.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak gets his dusty water gourd from his dusty leather strapped, traveling knapsack.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak closes a dusty leather strapped, traveling knapsack.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak straps his dusty leather strapped, traveling knapsack to a war beetle's back.
The maimed, murky-eyed man bends over and vomits a stream of sand which turns into a dark purple kank steak.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak drops a dusty water gourd, which settles to the sand.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf stumbles back towards a war beetle, mouth agape.
The maimed, murky-eyed man crashes to the dune, writhing in obvious pain.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak points to his dusty water gourd.
As sand spews forth from his mouth, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"GRRREEEEEEEHHHHLLLLPPPP!!!!!!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man wretches forward again.
Pointing his axe at the maimed, murky-eyed man, you ask the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak, in sirihish:
"Is -that- how Falmie made our food?"
Watching the maimed, murky-eyed man with wide eyes, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Gah!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak says to you, in sirihish:
"Not quite so elegantly."
The maimed, murky-eyed man vomits only sand.
You begin speaking mirukkim.
The maimed, murky-eyed man crashes back to the dunes, convulsing.
Flopping down, the maimed, murky-eyed man sits down to rest.
You say, in mirukkim:
"Krath. Fucking Krath..."
You begin speaking sirihish.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak says to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Drink the fuckin' water."
You say to the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak, in sirihish:
"He won't stop pukin'... sand."
Pushing up to his feet, still bent double, the maimed, murky-eyed man rises and stands.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf shakes his head slowly.
The sun begins its long voyage across the heavens.
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins to lumber after you, sand dribbling from his mouth in a steady stream.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Stay back! Stay th' -fuck- back!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins a spell, and the earth trembles in response.
The maimed, murky-eyed man utters an incantation.
The maimed, murky-eyed man gestures, summoning food from the air itself.
A slice of gritty brown bread suddenly appears.
The maimed, murky-eyed man vomits sand at your feet, which suddenly turns into a slice of gritty brown bread!
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf's left hand darts down to his waist.
You draw an obsidian-headed polished-bone mace.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak picks up a dusty water gourd.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf stumbles back, trying to ward the maimed, murky-eyed man off with your dusty serrated, blackened bone war-axe.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak says to you, in sirihish:
"We'll take 'im with us."
Still plodding forward, more sand draining from his mouth, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Grrrrraaaawwwllbb!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak stops holding his new dusty chitin-decorated wooden shield.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf falls over, landing on his ass.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak stops holding his dusty obsidian-bladed battle axe.
You sit down.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak bends down near the maimed, murky-eyed man, gripping the maimed, murky-eyed man's arm.
Scrambling backward, leaving a trail on the sand, you exclaim to the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak, in sirihish:
"Louas! Ya can't be serious!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak subdues the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak says, in sirihish:
"Get up on yer kank."
Slowly, you stand up.
A trickle of sand sprays onto the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak from the maimed, murky-eyed man's gaping maw.
You sheathe an obsidian-headed polished-bone mace.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf gropes for a war beetle's reins.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the long-limbed blue-eyed man with the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the long-limbed blue-eyed man:
"*terrified* Should we just kill this freak now?"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf looks to the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak with wild eyes.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak says to you, in sirihish:
"He could be useful, let's go."
You dissolve the psychic link.
The maimed, murky-eyed man wriggles in the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak's arms, kicking and bucking with waning stamina.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf swallows hard and finds a war beetle's reins.
You jump up onto a war beetle's back.
A short trip through the desert, then...
Wave Dunes [NESW]
Cloudy glass has fused in the sands here, forming a large deposit.
The maimed, murky-eyed man is standing here held by the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak.
A war beetle is reclining here.
- it is carrying a large bag.
The large, clean-shaven man is reclining here.
A war beetle is reclining here.
- it is carrying a large bag.
The red haired, white-pupiled woman is standing here, looking a bit winded.
A huge sandy-brown lizard stands here, foraging for food.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
- he is carrying a large bag.
A war beetle has arrived from the north.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak exclaims, in sirihish:
"Tent!"
You swing your legs to the side and dismount.
You are a little thirsty.
The wind loses some momentum.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak gets his rope-bound, tan-colored tent from his large bag.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak drops a rope-bound, tan-colored tent, which settles to the sand.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak quickly unrolls a rope-bound, tan-colored tent and begins constructing it.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak releases the maimed, murky-eyed man, who immediately moves away.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Set up th' tent! Keep yer distance!"
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak pulls on a war beetle's reins.
A war beetle curls up on the ground.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak attempts to grab the maimed, murky-eyed man, but he wrestles away.
The maimed, murky-eyed man sprays an unnatural amount of sand out on the ground as he collapses.
You pull on a war beetle's reins.
A war beetle curls up on the ground.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak subdues the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak slings a dusty heavy bone cleaver across his back.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak sheathes a dusty large, yellowed bone club.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak enters a crude tan-colored tent.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak drags the maimed, murky-eyed man in as well.
You enter a crude tan-colored tent.
Inside a crude tan-colored tent [Leave Save]
The maimed, murky-eyed man is standing here held by the very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak releases the maimed, murky-eyed man, who immediately moves away.
The very tall figure in a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak pushes the maimed, murky-eyed man into a corner of the tent.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak has entered a crude tan-colored tent.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak begins guarding the way out.
Sand begins to leak into the tent from the maimed, murky-eyed man's mouth and nose.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man lowers the hood of a dusty drab, weathered stormcloak.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak asks, in sirihish:
"What wrongs?"
Crumpling to the ground, the maimed, murky-eyed man sits down to rest.
Pointing menacingly, if a little shakily, with your dusty serrated, blackened bone war-axe, you say to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Stay put. Just... stay right there."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"sit down."
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak looks down at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
Near the maimed, murky-eyed man, the long-limbed blue-eyed man drops his dusty water gourd.
Shaking his head, you say to the gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak, in sirihish:
"I don't know what's goin' on... This freak is spewin' sand... screamin'. Krath."
Reaching a hand out to the gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak, his eyes pleading as sand pours from his mouth, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Grrreeeeellllbbbb!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man exclaims to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Sit back!"
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak whispers something to the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak slings a dusty heavy bone cleaver across his back.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You touch anyone and I'll let 'im rip your head off."
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak draws a large, yellowed bone club.
Sand dribbling from his mouth at an alarming rate, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to the gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"GRreeeelellllblblbbbb!"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf lets out a slow breath.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man holds his new dusty chitin-decorated wooden shield.
Across the tent, the long-limbed blue-eyed man sits down.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man brandishes his dusty obsidian-bladed battle axe.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak, in sirihish:
"If he gets up, grab him."
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf keeps station beside the tent flap, his eyes locked on the maimed, murky-eyed man.
Spasming about, the maimed, murky-eyed man rises and stands.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak looks down at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Hey! Hey!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Help! Over here!"
Gurgling, the maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Help!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man's head lolls to the side.
Sounding as if he is choking, the maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Lllgggggg!!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins to quiver on his knees, making terrible moaning sounds.
The maimed, murky-eyed man crashes to the dune, writhing in obvious pain.
As sand spews forth from his mouth, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"GRRREEEEEEEHHHHLLLLPPPP!!!!!!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man wretches forward again.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak hastily drops a dusty large, yellowed bone club.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak hastily drops a large, yellowed bone club.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak attempts to grab the maimed, murky-eyed man, but he wrestles away.
The maimed, murky-eyed man vomits only sand.
The gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak subdues the maimed, murky-eyed man.
Gently, the gigantic and obese figure in a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak holds out the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant lowers the hood of a dusty desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Push him back on the floor."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Yous oks?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man leaks sand from his mouth and nose onto the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
Nodding, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant slowly lowers the maimed, murky-eyed man.
You say to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Krath! Don't breath it in!"
Writhing about, sand muffling his words, the maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Greeeeelllbbb!"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf begins to dart forward but keeps his position by the tent flap.
Nodding, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant coughs as he inhales some sand floating around the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant releases the maimed, murky-eyed man, who immediately moves away.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"I'm trying to find Kolt."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant picks up a large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant brandishes his large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant picks up a dusty large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant holds his dusty large, yellowed bone club.
You say to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Alright... alright. Good idea."
The maimed, murky-eyed man crashes into one side of the tent, quivering madly.
You hear a man's voice shout from outside in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"What the feck is goin on in there?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant coughs.
You shout in sirihish:
"I-I don't know!"
As more sand spews forth, littering the floor of the tent, the maimed, murky-eyed man shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"GRReeeeellllbbb!"
Feeling terrified, you think:
"Fucking Krath. I can't believe this shit... I just can't believe it."
You think:
"Why are we helping him?"
You think:
"Why didn't we just ride on by? Fuck! -Fuck-!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man appears to regain control of his writhing body and stands perfectly still.
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins a spell, and the earth trembles in response.
You think:
"And now Kolt. That fucking arrogant freak... he's going to be out here. He'll only make things worse."
The maimed, murky-eyed man utters an incantation.
The maimed, murky-eyed man gestures, summoning food from the air itself.
A slice of gritty brown bread suddenly appears.
The maimed, murky-eyed man bends forward, wretching over.
The maimed, murky-eyed man spews out a large amount of sand, which turns into a slice of gritty brown bread!
Grinning broadly, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant exclaims, in sirihish:
"Wow!! Food!"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf's jaw drops open as the maimed, murky-eyed man vomits... food.
You exclaim to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Don't touch it!"
Reaching foir a slice of gritty brown bread, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant jerks his hand back.
The maimed, murky-eyed man starts to run right for you in a maddening spring, sand dropping from his mouth onto the already sandy floor.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Oh -fuck- no!"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant sheathes a large, yellowed bone club.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man stands up.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant sheathes a dusty large, yellowed bone club.
As he charges forward, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to you, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"GREEEEEEELLLLLBBBB!!!!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man hastily drops a new dusty chitin-decorated wooden shield.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man hastily drops a dusty obsidian-bladed battle axe.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man attempts to grab the maimed, murky-eyed man, but he wrestles away.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant subdues the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man struggles in vain against the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man picks up a new dusty chitin-decorated wooden shield.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man picks up a dusty obsidian-bladed battle axe.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf falls over backward, screaming.
You sit down.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant growls squeezing the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins to gasp as the flow of sand is choked to a trickle.
Slowly, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant lifts the maimed, murky-eyed man up with a massive arm.
You exclaim to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Stay... -back-!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man shouts, in sirihish:
"May as well cut some glass out there."
The maimed, murky-eyed man's face pulses red with blood.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf trembles violently.
The maimed, murky-eyed man stares straight into the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant's eyes.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You want him to let go?"
With a tight grip around the maimed, murky-eyed man, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says to the
long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"What up wid dis guy boss? "
You are a little thirsty.
The maimed, murky-eyed man gags on what little sand still comes out of his mouth.
With a shaky hand, you drink the water.
You are no longer thirsty.
You stand up.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Keep him held down."
Louas heads out the tent briefly to send their hunting companions home...
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You oks der?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man shakes his head as best he can at the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant - which isn't much.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"We ain't mean folks. What wrong, maybe we helps?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man's face begins to lose all color.
You think:
"Speak for yourself, King. This guy is freaking me the fuck out."
Frowning, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant removes the tight grip from the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Breath deep friend."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant grins at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
His breathing ragged, you say to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Yeah... Just stay -calm-."
The maimed, murky-eyed man chokes and sputters, though the sand has seemed to stop pouring from his orifices.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man has entered a crude tan-colored tent.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man picks up a dusty water gourd.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You want this water?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man eats his bloodied pair of firm, segmented antennae.
The maimed, murky-eyed man shakes his head at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Can yous talks?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Can you sit still?"
Speech broken and mangled, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Can't help! I can't!"
Pleadingly, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Simply, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"Helps whats?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Can't help what?"
You ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Did ya find Kolt's mind?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man nods at you.
The maimed, murky-eyed man struggles in vain against the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"Let's 'im go boss?"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf grunts and nods.
The maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Yesss! Yes!"
Narrowing his eyes, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"Or knocks 'im outs?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man shakes his head.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Where ya headed?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Away! Gone! Away!"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"Him Siek..."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Siek throw ya out because of the gem?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man ceases speaking, focusing instead of wriggling out of the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant's grasp.
The maimed, murky-eyed man struggles in vain against the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf frowns.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Away, where? To die in some hole?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man struggles against the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant and breaks free.
The maimed, murky-eyed man attempts to flee.
The maimed, murky-eyed man leaves a crude tan-colored tent.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Ah, shit!"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant leaves a crude tan-colored tent.
Outside a crude tan-colored tent: the maimed, murky-eyed man jumps up onto a war beetle's back.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man leaves a crude tan-colored tent.
A brief struggle ensues, and the Rukkian is dragged off of Louas's beetle. They return to the tent.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant stops guarding the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant begins guarding the way out.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man exclaims to the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You were stealin' a beetle!"
Kicking his little feet at the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Let me go!"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant squeezes tight on the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man exclaims, in sirihish:
"My beetle!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man brandishes his dusty obsidian-bladed battle axe.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf scowls.
The maimed, murky-eyed man gasps for air.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant squeezes tighter, suddenly you hear the crunching of bones, probably ribs of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
You look up at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The overly long limbs of this lean blue-eyed man give him an awkward
stance. His long light brown hair is pulled back snugly into a single
flowing topknot. His youthful clean features defy the wisdom-filled blue
eyes that roam over everything with a warrior's appraisal, beneath which a
solitary tattoo of three blue tears drips down his left cheek.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man is in excellent condition.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man is using:
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf winces slightly.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Give a good reason quick why I don' remove your head?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man yelps as things inside of him make bad noises.
With a steady grasp on the maimed, murky-eyed man, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant growls viciously.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Knock him out."
You think:
"Krath, am I glad King is with us."
Gasping, the maimed, murky-eyed man exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"No!"
The maimed, murky-eyed man struggles in vain against the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant draws a large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant releases the maimed, murky-eyed man, who immediately moves away.
A real clusterfuck ensues. The Rukkian slips out, and King accidently blocks his much smaller comrades from leaving the tent. They eventually scramble out to find...
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The maimed, murky-eyed man lays here, blood dribbling from his mouth.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf scowls as he rides up to the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The wind changes direction.
You swing your legs to the side and dismount.
You slow down to a brisk walk.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man has arrived from the east.
A war beetle has arrived from the east.
Excitedly, you ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Is Kolt comin' or not?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant has arrived from the east, riding a sandy-brown inix.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man shakes his head.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"You gets dat tent boss?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"He's in Luirs"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man nods to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant swings his legs to the side and dismounts.
You ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Did he tell ya anythin' 'bout this freak?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"King clubs?"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man gives his large, yellowed bone club to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant holds his large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant unslings a dusty heavy bone cleaver from his back.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant slings a dusty heavy bone cleaver across his back.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant sheathes a large, yellowed bone club.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant subdues the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Nothing."
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf looks the maimed, murky-eyed man over, careful to keep his distance.
The maimed, murky-eyed man sags in the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant's grasp.
You ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Should we just leave him out here then?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"What wrongs?"
You think:
"We should!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"I don' know."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"He was yellin' for help, then running."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"How we's helps yous?".
Glowering to the maimed, murky-eyed man, the long-limbed blue-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Stealing a beetle."
Shrugging, you ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Maybe we should drag him into 'Nak? Maybe get a reward?"
The maimed, murky-eyed man lies down and falls asleep.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant wakes the maimed, murky-eyed man up.
The maimed, murky-eyed man's his lolls to the side. His eyes are only half-open.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"I'll ask one of the militia."
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf nods.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf glowers at the maimed, murky-eyed man and shakes his head slowly.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant looks down at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
You ask, in sirihish:
"Ya don't think he was tryin' t' run from 'Nak?"
Barely above the sound of his own breathing, the maimed, murky-eyed man whispers something to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant whispers something to the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks, in sirihish:
"Baghra? Is that your name?"
Grunting, you ask the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"What'd he say?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"Him want me lets him goes."
The mighty sun begins to crawl across the western sky.
The maimed, murky-eyed man whispers something to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The maimed, murky-eyed man whispers something to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man drinks water from his dusty water gourd.
You exclaim to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Don't listen t' him, King! He's tryin' some witch shit, I'm sure o' it!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man drinks water from his dusty water gourd.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Him want goes."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Baghra?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You promise not hurt me or friends?"
A sandy-brown inix stretches its hind legs, arching its back.
A bit of blood dripping onto him from his mouth, the maimed, murky-eyed man whispers something to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant.
Frowning, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"Maybe him needs go baaad."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant peers over at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Let him go."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You not steal no mounts?"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf nods slowly.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant releases the maimed, murky-eyed man, who immediately moves away.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant unslings a dusty heavy bone cleaver from his back.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant draws a dusty large, yellowed bone club.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man jumps up onto a war beetle's back.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant sits down to rest.
Collapsing with a thud, the maimed, murky-eyed man lies down to rest.
The maimed, murky-eyed man shudders once.
The maimed, murky-eyed man shudders again with more intensity.
You think:
"Not again..."
Struggling to his knees, the maimed, murky-eyed man rises and stands.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"Let's head back."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the maimed, murky-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You bes ok?"
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf nods to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, slowly peeling his eyes off of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man's eyes roll back into his head as he rises completely.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant rises from the ground, and clambers to his feet.
You stop watching the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man sticks out his hands at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man begins a spell, and the earth trembles in response.
The maimed, murky-eyed man utters an incantation.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"What the--?!"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant attacks the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant chops the maimed, murky-eyed man's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
The maimed, murky-eyed man reels from the blow.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant bludgeons the maimed, murky-eyed man on his arm, wounding him.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man narrows his eyes at the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The maimed, murky-eyed man turns to you now.
The maimed, murky-eyed man's attack on the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant is absorbed by a bloodied gurth shell and leather vest.
The maimed, murky-eyed man is thrown backwards by the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant's vicious onslaught.
The maimed, murky-eyed man lunges at the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, but his blow is deftly deflected by a bloodied gurth shell and leather vest.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant chops the maimed, murky-eyed man's head, doing horrendous damage.
The maimed, murky-eyed man cries out in pain.
The maimed, murky-eyed man crumples to the ground.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf winces.
Growling, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant jerks his dusty heavy bone cleaver from the body of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man watches the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, blowing out a breath.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf swallows, with extreme difficulty.
To the body of the maimed, murky-eyed man, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"You never be means my boss."
You ask the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Yer alright?"
Lifting his dusty heavy bone cleaver, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant rises high above the body of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant removes the head from the body of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant rips through the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man with his dusty heavy bone cleaver.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant peers over at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
Plucking it off carefully, you get your dull black gem from the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
It is very light.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You oks boss?"
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant looks down at the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man sighs a bit.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf holds your dull black gem up to inspect it.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Ya, I don' know what he did."
Still staring at the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant exclaims to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Yah, me doesn'ts eiders. Him try kills yous!"
You say to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Thanks fer jumpin' in there, King."
You feel your fear subside.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man swings his legs to the side and dismounts.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant exclaims, in sirihish:
"Him was gonna try hurt me boss!"
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"Maybe, we don' know what he was doing."
Nodding slowly as he toes the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man over, you say to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Krath..."
Tilting his head, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"Uhh, what? "
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"There's no way to know what he was saying, what magick."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man shrugs his shoulders.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant picks up the head of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
You say to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"Well, he -was- spewin' sand an' food before. But..."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to you, in sirihish:
"That was different, he was pointing to us."
You say to the long-limbed blue-eyed man, in sirihish:
"He was actin' different that last time. Who knows. It's... better this way."
To his head of the maimed, murky-eyed man, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant says, in sirihish:
"You come at my boss like you was gonna hurts 'im. You shoulda went likes yah said."
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf nods.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Leave it all here."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man gets his dusty layered black cloak with an agate clasp from the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant drops the head of the maimed, murky-eyed man, which settles to the sand.
Over a body, the long-limbed blue-eyed man drops his dusty layered black cloak with an agate clasp.
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf frowns down at your dull black gem.
The late, red sun descends toward the western horizon.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man arranges a dusty layered black cloak with an agate clasp.
You drop a dull black gem, which settles to the sand. Shown to the room as:
A small black gem on a string of plant fibers lies here.
Hanging his head, the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant asks, in sirihish:
"Did I do bad boss?"
You arrange a dull black gem.
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A dull black gem lies on top of a body.
A dusty layered black cloak with an agate clasp is here over a corpse.
The head of the maimed, murky-eyed man lies here.
The headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man lies crumpled here.
A huge sandy-brown lizard stands here, foraging for food.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant is standing here, looking a bit winded.
- he is carrying a large bag.
A large war beetle crawls about, struggling against its chitin harness.
- it is carrying a leather strapped, traveling knapsack.
- it is carrying a large bag.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man is standing here.
A large war beetle crawls about, struggling against its chitin harness.
- it is carrying a red-striped canvas backpack.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"No, there's no way to know."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant sighs.
Looking down at the headless body of the maimed, murky-eyed man, you say to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Ya did th' right thing, King. I woulda done it, if I had been closer."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant nods at you.
You say to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"There's no tellin' with these freaks."
The long-limbed blue-eyed man jumps up onto a war beetle's back.
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant jumps up onto a sandy-brown inix's back.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says, in sirihish:
"We're done speakin' of it."
The rugged, dark-eyed dwarf wearily pulls himself up into the saddle.
The long-limbed blue-eyed man says to the huge, scaley-skinned half-giant, in sirihish:
"Ever."
The huge, scaley-skinned half-giant nods to the long-limbed blue-eyed man.
Nodding firmly, you say, in sirihish:
"Agreed."