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“Um, there’s one more thing,” the haedian interrupted before the vayrons can give their answer. “One of team had a nasty accident by the bridge. Got his foot impaled on something. Can’t see what ‘cause there’s so much blood. Medic said to take him to The Tranquil.” Ethel’s ears perked up at this. “Is this another clan?” She asked. “Bunch of peace lovers,” Zarod explain with a hint of distaste in her voice. “They abhor any kind of fighting but unlike the Forgotten, they keep out of our hair, so I don’t mind them too much. Also they’re good for situations like this.” “We’ll need an escort team, ma’am.” The haedian said. “We don’t know when we’ll get jumped.” “We can help with that escort.” Ethel said and a little taller and a little ways from Mendras’s side. Zarod nodded and turned to Naros. “And what about you? Are you going to help us find these miscreants or travel to the Tranquil caverns? I’m sure they’ll welcome you, seeing as you’re helping the injured and all. They like that sort of thing.”

2024-04-12 16:20:22

Said group had been waiting at the edge of the gathering for their chance to deliver their report and took that as their cue to come forth. "Ma'am!" announced a rather large headian—the apparent leader of the scouting party. His kind-looking features were contorted into a displeased frown. "Ah, speak of the wolf. What news?" asked Zarod, not one to waste time with pleasantries. He shook his head, dissapointed, "Nothing on the runaway topsiders. They may not know the tunnels, but they are *fast*. We couldn't keep up and ended up losing their trail over by the Farley Ridge." Zarod growled, a low sound deep in her throat, and the scout added hastily, "We *did* find a Forgotten's hunting party, however. They're holed up in the upper tunnels. Troall is amongst them, so we suspect it might be the same party that hit us recently." "Is that so?" She turned her gaze to the trio of bystanders. "After we hand you your prize, how about giving us a hand with ridding the caves of some nuisances?"

2024-04-11 14:56:33

“Congratulations on your victory!” Ethel said. She limped over while leaning on Mendras for support. Her normally combed hair was disheveled and coloured orange with sand. Her hide caked with dirt. She looked very tired but kept her head up. “Looks like we both earned our victories and the clan’s respect. I’m sorry I couldn’t watch.” The arena was beginning to clear out and the remaining haedians were looking for injuries to treat. Leaving Zarod and the vayrons and the centre. Zarod nodded her head. “Its an honour knowing there are warriors among your kind.” She said. “I was just telling your friends about a pair of idiots who assaulted some of my clan and ran like cowards.” Again the smoke poured forth from her lips. “Oh my! I’m sorry to hear of such a transgression. Is there anything we can do to help?” Ethel asked. Zarod shook her head. “I sent a group out to find and capture them. I should see if there is any news.”

2024-04-08 18:38:28 (Edited 2024-04-12 12:33:08)

"Ten seconds remain!" yelled the referee, nasally voice somehow managing to be heard above the din of the cheering crowd. "Nine!" echoed the gathered headians, setting off a mad scramble for what was left. "Eight!" Long sinewy form and stocky build both jostling for the same prize. "Seven!" Heads butting with a faint crack. "Six!" A pained whine. "Five!" An ominous growl and the barest flash of purple. "Four!" A surprised yelp as a pink and gold body was dragged across the arena, away from its winged adversary. "Three!" A darkened shadow's whispered instruction as a geyser of gold erupted unnoticed below a jutting rock. "Two!" A widening of eyes as they darted to the coveted pile. "One!" A burst of speed, clumsy tangled limbs, and a graceless slide into a face full of rocks. "Zero!" A unified clamor, deafening in its loudness. An equal parts disbelieving and elated shout, "Did I win?" "I can't believe it either, but it would appear you did, land-dweller," Zarod said, mirth in her voice even though his victory meant her loss. Naros got up. His chin stung, but nothing could diminish his good mood. He'd won something! Not on his own, sure, but he'd *never* won anything before! He shot the widest grin at the floor, surreptitiously mouthing a quick 'thank you.' He didn't know *why* she'd decided to help instead of keeping the loot for herself, but gift horses and all that. Maybe he could even delude himself into thinking she'd done it for him. "Color me impressed, topsiders," the Brute's leader said, eyeing the three vayrons with a hint of newfound respect. "Looks like you aren't *all* witless cowards." Naros preened before temporarily getting distracted from his winner's high by the reminder that a contest wasn't their reason for coming here, "Excuse me? You did mention having met others like us before. Was it recently, by any chance?" "Sure was," said Zarod, moving aside as the ref ambled around with some volunteers to gather the golden rocks and clean the *slightly* destroyed ring. "Arrived with The Forgottens a while back," she continued with a sneer of disgust, "Those weaklings stole from us, then did some odd brainwashing majick on some of my best warriors before high-tailing out of here like the yellow-bellied bastards they are." By the end, she was so incensed that smoke began pouring out of her maw, making Naros almost regret broaching the topic.

2024-04-04 19:01:14