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The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar steps forward, crisply saluting the young, wavy-haired female soldier.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier opens the gate.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier steps aside, allowing the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar to pass.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks north.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks north.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks north.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk north.
Tembo Pass [N, E, S, W]
A pair of matching gates looms just to the north, their height
slightly dwarfed when compared to the ones above. A gate-tower remains
elevated in the air above this road, the patrolling of which can be heard
constantly through day or night. Lightly speckled grey plants lead
alongside the road to the east, while to the west the colors of the blossoms
are much more vivid and appear to be more taken care of.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
A tall, greying-haired Tuluki soldier stands here, guarding the southern gate.
A lean, tattooed Jihaen slave is here cleaning the streets.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the south.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier closes the gate from the other side.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Street of the Blazing Fist [E, W]
Round-edged plates of red sandstone have been placed together to form
this road. An occasional slab bears the faint etching of a sunburst, though
they are otherwise undecorated. A pair of walls hamper movement in the two
cardinal directions, and the tip of a pyramidal object can be seen just over
the towering northern barrier. Scatterings of greyish grass sprout up from
between various pieces of the road below, struggling to survive amidst the
dusty surface.
Pink-mottled red fruit clings to the sides of a thorny vine that
creeps over the northern wall. The vine dangles precariously from atop the
wall, still clearing the ground by multiple cords.
A grey-thorned vine tangles through the undergrowth.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Street of the Blazing Fist [N, E]
Round-edged plates of red sandstone have been placed together to form
this road. An occasional slab bears the faint etching of a sunburst, though
they are otherwise undecorated. A pair of walls hamper movement in the two
cardinal directions, and the tip of a pyramidal object can be seen just over
the towering northern barrier. Scatterings of greyish grass sprout up from
between various pieces of the road below, struggling to survive amidst the
dusty surface.
Mirroring the corner of the pyramid, the road takes a jutting turn
from the east to the north here. The wall surrounding the pyramid seems
sunken at this point, allowing glimpses of the sleek grey marble structure.
A smooth statue of sculpted stone stands here upon a thin circle.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks north.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks north.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks north.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk north.
Way of Acquisition [N, S, W]
Smoothed chunks of fire-blackened stone make up the walkway of this
cobbled road. Just to the east, walls of sturdy wooden logs are nailed
together to form a steadfast barrier between the street and the massive
pyramid enclosed within. The road is rather minute in width, its
overshadowing western wall adding to its tiny appearance. Although the path
seems rather new, the surface of each of the durable stones is marred by the
imperfection of wheel marks and the occasional stain.
A break in the wall to the west reveals the awning-covered entryway to
a bustling tavern. Just above the leather-reinforced canvas awning, a
wooden carving hangs from the building to depict the visage of a beady-eyed
bahamet.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the south.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
The Bahamet's Maw Tavern - Main Room [E, S, U]
Half a dozen tables are scattered throughout this diminutive tavern.
Despite the lack of lavish decor, the bar exudes a feeling of being anything
but paltry. The walls are coated in a layer of vivid tan paint, and
occasionally a framed painting hangs from their glossy surfaces. The
floorstones below are simple squares of red sandstone, haphazardly inlayed
into the level ground. Just above the elongated bar on the northern wall
hangs a luxurious tapestry, the tedious embroidery of a fiery sunburst
stitched onto a white background.
The cramped entrance to the east leads out to a road, while the room
snakes away to the south. A polished baobab staircase is affixed to one end
of the bar to carry patrons to an upper level dormitory.
A wooden-paneled painting sits supported by a miniature bone tripod.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The plump, reddish-hued Lirathan templar is standing here.
A stocky, bald-headed bartender stands upright behind the glazed bar.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
Tugging at it, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar lowers the hood of her hooded, white silk templar's robe.
The
lanky, spartan half-giant ducks to enter the room, reflexively turning
to bow his head to the plump, reddish-hued Lirathan templar.
You stop using your blackened carved carru-skull face-guard, revealing horrible acid scars.
As
he looks around, offering cordial nods to various Lirathans and Jihaens
present, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says, in
sirihish:
"Here will do as well as anywhere else."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gestures to an ornately carved baobab table, drawing out a chair for himself.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Join me, Sister?"
Offering
a smile to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the
golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar sits at an ornately carved
baobab table.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man remains quiet and alert.
Allowing
a heavy braid, coiled at the crown of his head beneath to fall free
over his shoulder to lay against his chest, the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar stops using his Jihae-embossed skullcap.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar sits at an ornately carved baobab table.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"We will need to speak loud enough that Brot may hear. I wanted him here, so that there is no question of whom said what."
Taking a knee by the table, you sit down.
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar nods to you, and turns back to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
Gesturing
to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen
templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in
sirihish:
"Sergeant Arj may be able to provide some input as well."
The lanky, spartan half-giant winces at the tone, shoulders hunching a bit.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man bows his head humbly, standing nearby to you at a highly polished table.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar shifts in his chair, his
expression detached and his tone neither friendly nor hostile.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"This no good."
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Something to drink. Sister?"
Quietly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar shakes her head.
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar lays his Jihae-embossed
skullcap on the table near him, his pale grey eyes never leaving the
golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar's face.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Is best, maybe. Yous can be Sarge, too. Would be good Sarge, thinking."
After
moistening his lips, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar
says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Many weeks ago, perhaps even a month or more, Brot and I had a discussion."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar nods, watching the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
Continuing, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"He is clearly an instrument of war, and what he lacks in sheer
intelligence he makes up for in instinct, dedication, loyalty and
courage. A born and bred soldier."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Wha?!"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Yeah, yous. Great warrior, should be. Can be."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches a bit, remaining quiet.
Shifting
in his chair, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to
the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I
asked Brot if he was an official partisan, to which he replied no. He
merely enjoyed doing work for you. I then invited Brot to join the
Legions, instated as a full Private with certain privileges based on
his..."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"... reputation and service to date. He was excited, and asked only for
the permission to let you know, because he is very fond of you and
didn't wish to vex you."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen
templar reaches a hand inside the depths of his robe, obviously
searching for something though he keeps his eyes on the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar.
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, softly.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, his tone cooling
rapidly:
"ro guyqj'h giou sa jy y seiihreesehk, salrua."
You suffer from use of the Way.
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, shaking her head.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"This bad part, maybe. No stopping."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Yah."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"One bigthink get idea. Other bigthink get idea. Two must fight, small words way."
You suffer from use of the Way.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You are dismissed, for the moment, Sergeant. Gather our men and supporting Cavaliers. We will ride at dawn."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"But.. but... all sunking happy one way to..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly,
sitting back in her chair:
"rkurp yuo, heeiwao."
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks in a short, curt bark
though his eyes never leave the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan
templar.
220/220 hp 0/-16 mana 159/168 mv 200/200 stun unarmed>
Raising a hand to salute, the fierce, shadowy-eyed man says to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Yes, sir."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You belong with Sunking. Make Sunking proud."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man nods politely, and turns, making his way from the tavern.
Filtering through the crowd cordially, the fierce, shadowy-eyed man walks east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar shifts in his chair, glancing briefly to you.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*uncomfortable* But... okay."
You dissolve the psychic link.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You have doubts, speak to me."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gets his sheet of paper from his red hooded templar's robe.
The lanky, spartan half-giant shifts in his seat, squirming under the gaze.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I not do for Sunking now?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"This Colonel idea, I can't speak none, but maybe can say as your friend."
As
he produces a piece of paper, obviously one that has been crushed or
otherwise rumpled, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says
to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Imagine my surprise when he brings me this."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gives his sheet of paper to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You do, but can do more. Learn to lead soldier, fight in Sunking army."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, looking over the paper:
"Yes, my declaration of his partisanship, after his two years of service..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, spreading the creases out
of the paper:
"Well, it does have my name. I don't understand what the problem is?"
At an ornately carved baobab table, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks, his voice low, civil though barely.
You suffer from use of the Way.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, looking over you:
"What would satisfy you?"
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"ha iurp aye r gehqug byq tohkako, ikr yye oyiuo qo qoqayy royi. ohoo
eo gag qwo oeziiagi aiu rojo peyyr iaj yooj oor joehpi oyj isru."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I... not serve now?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"As citizen, yes, but can swear oath to Sunking, great honor."
Leaning in a bit, you say to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I... no knowing all of why.. but... I want serving Sunking."
In a small voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Thinked I was doing good."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, turning back to the
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar:
"I meant, you Lord Niketas -- what would satisfy you?"
Crisply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I believe you know. Keep Caitlin, I have no need for shadow artists. I
need soldiers, you don't. And if you -do- find a need for them, you
come to me."
Firmly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Release Brot. He is wasted gathering your peraine and digging for rocks. He is a soldier, and he was born for war."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, shaking her head:
"Lord Niketas, he's on two very important missions right now..."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Is for what you wanting. Can wear tabard, and lead patrol, if wanting. Do all for Sunking."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, gesturing to you.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I lead sometime. Why need tabard for?"
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*confused*"
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, lowering her hand.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in sirihish, his jaw tightening briefly before
he responds:
"I don't understand why this is difficult to
understand. He belongs in the Legions. Use Caitlin for whatever games
you play with the elves."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Not needing tabard, is for wanting. Swear oath for Sunking, and life is for Him."
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in sirihish:
"Dig up some tribal and use them. I care little. What concerns me,
Sister, is that you bound him only when I moved to bring him under my
banner."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"If not wanting, can say to Faithful Lord."
The lanky, spartan half-giant stiffens by degrees, hunched.
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"cym i uq icoupsay. t aapj ga gydgjag eliejwig ihuohr iiy gogi ssaj bob ooyr ujoalnuuid."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"But... I... an..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly,
clasping her hands on the table:
"su raq ro eruypdot. uj o se yyg eiwuor uui, ayyg pahhoish hioj pyo kkas oeuh iiieoka poht iuepvhunoj..."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I thinking you be good Sarge, one day. Can do. Hep many young soldier."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I do all was asked. I chop gems, bring back. I chop many bug, safe Morins. I find bughole."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I no knowing what more... else... do."
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"sp oyo lnopa auhwub uw ojo qcnefo oiu auu phisays guyofyok... puhem esa gidajj zozijgooro..."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, nodding, sitting up.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You done many. Is great, much love from friends and Tuluk for. Is why thinking you belong with Sunking."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"If not wanting for, can say. Say to me."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I no know what to do."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"No mad, just worry for."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks, softly.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Why worry me?"
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly:
"...
uqqirt isu. ra qoog oy gaooigkar ja iiojo dqi qacas ap ro sen qykuso,
etg ma oovi re iawgoqyyt xa oier peejiqm pywf sbi umjag qeh rfak m in
lab ygu ieg eroegr. ou'r srapeq lud odirasi pa qu sa."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, nodding, glancing at you.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Worry for, lots going dangerous place. Get stuck in hole. Witch do
much mean. We work together lots more, with Faithful Lord, can stomp
witch head. Worry little for friend."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*softening* Thanks Sarge."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Long time go, you tell me good think."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Better me bleed outside Tulk, than human bleed in."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar gives a soft sigh.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I do. Someday, I die. Is okay. Did right, yah?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You did, and we will both die, one day. For me, feel better if die together, with sunburst. Die good, and for King."
Softly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar asks, in sirihish:
"Brot? Did you hear me?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"No matter what, always friend. You one of last good friend alive."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shakes his head slowly, keeping his head down.
220/220 hp 0/-16 mana 159/168 mv 198/200 stun unarmed>say (murmuring) No, fith full lady.
Murmuring, you say, in sirihish:
"No, fith full lady."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We are both here now, Brot. We are both aware of your fierce desire to
serve the Sun King. You must decide where you wish to serve Him. In the
Legions, as an instrument of war, or as a partisan of the Faithful Lady
Lyksae, to do whatever..."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"... it is she has you do."
Getting up, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"iepe ye i iigipk yayyjy c gikeare heg."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar stands up from an ornately carved baobab table.
Walking over to you, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar looks at you.
Addressing both templars without looking up, you say, in sirihish:
"I... say as... can, fith fulls... I... do what say. I try do right. You say Sunking will, I do. I..."
The lanky, spartan half-giant chews on his words, twitching a bit.
Softly, her full lips turning into a big smile, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Brot, you will serve Lord Niketas like you served me. You will do so bravely, and loyally like a good northern giant..."
The lanky, spartan half-giant perks up, doubt evaporating visibly.
Nodding softly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Yes. You have brought me many things, and served me so well. What
better northern giant, than Brot, to ride with the First?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant blinks back a tear, overcome.
Turning to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"Take care of him, and never question his loyalty..."
Brightly, you exclaim to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Yah, fith full lady. I do go. Much chop!"
Turning back to you, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"I release you Brot, with a glad heart."
Approaching a candle, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar gives her back to you as she burns her sheet of paper.
Burning
it, and placing it on a tray of a passing slave, the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar discards her sheet of paper.
Sternly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"We will all die, one day, somehow. Brot will die a soldier, in the
service of the Sun King he loves as you and I do. I do not doubt his
loyalty. Thank you, Faithful Lady."
Her back to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar reaches for her hood.
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar raises the hood of her hooded, white silk templar's robe.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"my jek gohyarji."
You open your finely-polished baobab crate.
Motioning
to the split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier, the tiny and gaunt
Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks off.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks east.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks east.
You close your finely-polished baobab crate.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns his head to regard you.
Turning on his knee, eyes still down, you say to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Fith full lord. You say, I do."
His lips curving with a smile, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it Brot?"
His tone solemn and serious, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Of that I have no doubt, Brot. You should not doubt that this is your place, within the Legions."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Even Arj agrees. You belong here, with us."
The lanky, spartan half-giant bobs his head slowly, relaxing.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Fith full lady say serve fith full lord word."
As he begins to rise, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Walk with me, and I will remind you of the details of your service. What privileges you have, so that you know the rules."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar stands up from an ornately carved baobab table.
You stand up.
You now follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns, moving through the tavern.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk east.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier opens the gate.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier steps aside, allowing the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar to pass.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks north.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks north.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks north.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk north.
Tembo Pass [N, E, S, W]
A pair of matching gates looms just to the north, their height
slightly dwarfed when compared to the ones above. A gate-tower remains
elevated in the air above this road, the patrolling of which can be heard
constantly through day or night. Lightly speckled grey plants lead
alongside the road to the east, while to the west the colors of the blossoms
are much more vivid and appear to be more taken care of.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
A tall, greying-haired Tuluki soldier stands here, guarding the southern gate.
A lean, tattooed Jihaen slave is here cleaning the streets.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the south.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier closes the gate from the other side.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Street of the Blazing Fist [E, W]
Round-edged plates of red sandstone have been placed together to form
this road. An occasional slab bears the faint etching of a sunburst, though
they are otherwise undecorated. A pair of walls hamper movement in the two
cardinal directions, and the tip of a pyramidal object can be seen just over
the towering northern barrier. Scatterings of greyish grass sprout up from
between various pieces of the road below, struggling to survive amidst the
dusty surface.
Pink-mottled red fruit clings to the sides of a thorny vine that
creeps over the northern wall. The vine dangles precariously from atop the
wall, still clearing the ground by multiple cords.
A grey-thorned vine tangles through the undergrowth.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
Street of the Blazing Fist [N, E]
Round-edged plates of red sandstone have been placed together to form
this road. An occasional slab bears the faint etching of a sunburst, though
they are otherwise undecorated. A pair of walls hamper movement in the two
cardinal directions, and the tip of a pyramidal object can be seen just over
the towering northern barrier. Scatterings of greyish grass sprout up from
between various pieces of the road below, struggling to survive amidst the
dusty surface.
Mirroring the corner of the pyramid, the road takes a jutting turn
from the east to the north here. The wall surrounding the pyramid seems
sunken at this point, allowing glimpses of the sleek grey marble structure.
A smooth statue of sculpted stone stands here upon a thin circle.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks north.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks north.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks north.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk north.
Way of Acquisition [N, S, W]
Smoothed chunks of fire-blackened stone make up the walkway of this
cobbled road. Just to the east, walls of sturdy wooden logs are nailed
together to form a steadfast barrier between the street and the massive
pyramid enclosed within. The road is rather minute in width, its
overshadowing western wall adding to its tiny appearance. Although the path
seems rather new, the surface of each of the durable stones is marred by the
imperfection of wheel marks and the occasional stain.
A break in the wall to the west reveals the awning-covered entryway to
a bustling tavern. Just above the leather-reinforced canvas awning, a
wooden carving hangs from the building to depict the visage of a beady-eyed
bahamet.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier looms here in staunch silence.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the south.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar walks west.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks west.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks west.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk west.
The Bahamet's Maw Tavern - Main Room [E, S, U]
Half a dozen tables are scattered throughout this diminutive tavern.
Despite the lack of lavish decor, the bar exudes a feeling of being anything
but paltry. The walls are coated in a layer of vivid tan paint, and
occasionally a framed painting hangs from their glossy surfaces. The
floorstones below are simple squares of red sandstone, haphazardly inlayed
into the level ground. Just above the elongated bar on the northern wall
hangs a luxurious tapestry, the tedious embroidery of a fiery sunburst
stitched onto a white background.
The cramped entrance to the east leads out to a road, while the room
snakes away to the south. A polished baobab staircase is affixed to one end
of the bar to carry patrons to an upper level dormitory.
A wooden-paneled painting sits supported by a miniature bone tripod.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar is standing here.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe is standing here.
The plump, reddish-hued Lirathan templar is standing here.
A stocky, bald-headed bartender stands upright behind the glazed bar.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man has arrived from the east.
Tugging at it, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar lowers the hood of her hooded, white silk templar's robe.
The
lanky, spartan half-giant ducks to enter the room, reflexively turning
to bow his head to the plump, reddish-hued Lirathan templar.
You stop using your blackened carved carru-skull face-guard, revealing horrible acid scars.
As
he looks around, offering cordial nods to various Lirathans and Jihaens
present, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says, in
sirihish:
"Here will do as well as anywhere else."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gestures to an ornately carved baobab table, drawing out a chair for himself.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Join me, Sister?"
Offering
a smile to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the
golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar sits at an ornately carved
baobab table.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man remains quiet and alert.
Allowing
a heavy braid, coiled at the crown of his head beneath to fall free
over his shoulder to lay against his chest, the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar stops using his Jihae-embossed skullcap.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar sits at an ornately carved baobab table.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"We will need to speak loud enough that Brot may hear. I wanted him here, so that there is no question of whom said what."
Taking a knee by the table, you sit down.
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar nods to you, and turns back to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
Gesturing
to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen
templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in
sirihish:
"Sergeant Arj may be able to provide some input as well."
The lanky, spartan half-giant winces at the tone, shoulders hunching a bit.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man bows his head humbly, standing nearby to you at a highly polished table.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar shifts in his chair, his
expression detached and his tone neither friendly nor hostile.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"This no good."
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Something to drink. Sister?"
Quietly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar shakes her head.
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar lays his Jihae-embossed
skullcap on the table near him, his pale grey eyes never leaving the
golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar's face.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Is best, maybe. Yous can be Sarge, too. Would be good Sarge, thinking."
After
moistening his lips, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar
says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Many weeks ago, perhaps even a month or more, Brot and I had a discussion."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar nods, watching the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
Continuing, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"He is clearly an instrument of war, and what he lacks in sheer
intelligence he makes up for in instinct, dedication, loyalty and
courage. A born and bred soldier."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Wha?!"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Yeah, yous. Great warrior, should be. Can be."
The lanky, spartan half-giant twitches a bit, remaining quiet.
Shifting
in his chair, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to
the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I
asked Brot if he was an official partisan, to which he replied no. He
merely enjoyed doing work for you. I then invited Brot to join the
Legions, instated as a full Private with certain privileges based on
his..."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"... reputation and service to date. He was excited, and asked only for
the permission to let you know, because he is very fond of you and
didn't wish to vex you."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen
templar reaches a hand inside the depths of his robe, obviously
searching for something though he keeps his eyes on the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar.
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, softly.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, his tone cooling
rapidly:
"ro guyqj'h giou sa jy y seiihreesehk, salrua."
You suffer from use of the Way.
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, shaking her head.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"This bad part, maybe. No stopping."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Yah."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"One bigthink get idea. Other bigthink get idea. Two must fight, small words way."
You suffer from use of the Way.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man, in sirihish:
"You are dismissed, for the moment, Sergeant. Gather our men and supporting Cavaliers. We will ride at dawn."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"But.. but... all sunking happy one way to..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly,
sitting back in her chair:
"rkurp yuo, heeiwao."
The
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks in a short, curt bark
though his eyes never leave the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan
templar.
220/220 hp 0/-16 mana 159/168 mv 200/200 stun unarmed>
Raising a hand to salute, the fierce, shadowy-eyed man says to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Yes, sir."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You belong with Sunking. Make Sunking proud."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man nods politely, and turns, making his way from the tavern.
Filtering through the crowd cordially, the fierce, shadowy-eyed man walks east.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar shifts in his chair, glancing briefly to you.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*uncomfortable* But... okay."
You dissolve the psychic link.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You have doubts, speak to me."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gets his sheet of paper from his red hooded templar's robe.
The lanky, spartan half-giant shifts in his seat, squirming under the gaze.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I not do for Sunking now?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"This Colonel idea, I can't speak none, but maybe can say as your friend."
As
he produces a piece of paper, obviously one that has been crushed or
otherwise rumpled, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says
to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Imagine my surprise when he brings me this."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar gives his sheet of paper to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You do, but can do more. Learn to lead soldier, fight in Sunking army."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, looking over the paper:
"Yes, my declaration of his partisanship, after his two years of service..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, spreading the creases out
of the paper:
"Well, it does have my name. I don't understand what the problem is?"
At an ornately carved baobab table, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks, his voice low, civil though barely.
You suffer from use of the Way.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, looking over you:
"What would satisfy you?"
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"ha iurp aye r gehqug byq tohkako, ikr yye oyiuo qo qoqayy royi. ohoo
eo gag qwo oeziiagi aiu rojo peyyr iaj yooj oor joehpi oyj isru."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I... not serve now?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"As citizen, yes, but can swear oath to Sunking, great honor."
Leaning in a bit, you say to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I... no knowing all of why.. but... I want serving Sunking."
In a small voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Thinked I was doing good."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, turning back to the
strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar:
"I meant, you Lord Niketas -- what would satisfy you?"
Crisply, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"I believe you know. Keep Caitlin, I have no need for shadow artists. I
need soldiers, you don't. And if you -do- find a need for them, you
come to me."
Firmly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Release Brot. He is wasted gathering your peraine and digging for rocks. He is a soldier, and he was born for war."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in sirihish, shaking her head:
"Lord Niketas, he's on two very important missions right now..."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Is for what you wanting. Can wear tabard, and lead patrol, if wanting. Do all for Sunking."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, gesturing to you.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I lead sometime. Why need tabard for?"
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*confused*"
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, lowering her hand.
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in sirihish, his jaw tightening briefly before
he responds:
"I don't understand why this is difficult to
understand. He belongs in the Legions. Use Caitlin for whatever games
you play with the elves."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Not needing tabard, is for wanting. Swear oath for Sunking, and life is for Him."
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in sirihish:
"Dig up some tribal and use them. I care little. What concerns me,
Sister, is that you bound him only when I moved to bring him under my
banner."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"If not wanting, can say to Faithful Lord."
The lanky, spartan half-giant stiffens by degrees, hunched.
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"cym i uq icoupsay. t aapj ga gydgjag eliejwig ihuohr iiy gogi ssaj bob ooyr ujoalnuuid."
You suffer from use of the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"But... I... an..."
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly,
clasping her hands on the table:
"su raq ro eruypdot. uj o se yyg eiwuor uui, ayyg pahhoish hioj pyo kkas oeuh iiieoka poht iuepvhunoj..."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I thinking you be good Sarge, one day. Can do. Hep many young soldier."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I do all was asked. I chop gems, bring back. I chop many bug, safe Morins. I find bughole."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I no knowing what more... else... do."
At an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar say in an unfamiliar tongue:
"sp oyo lnopa auhwub uw ojo qcnefo oiu auu phisays guyofyok... puhem esa gidajj zozijgooro..."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, nodding, sitting up.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You done many. Is great, much love from friends and Tuluk for. Is why thinking you belong with Sunking."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"If not wanting for, can say. Say to me."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I no know what to do."
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"No mad, just worry for."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar speaks, softly.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Why worry me?"
At
an ornately carved baobab table, you overhear the strapping, slate-eyed
young Jihaen templar say in an unfamiliar tongue, softly:
"...
uqqirt isu. ra qoog oy gaooigkar ja iiojo dqi qacas ap ro sen qykuso,
etg ma oovi re iawgoqyyt xa oier peejiqm pywf sbi umjag qeh rfak m in
lab ygu ieg eroegr. ou'r srapeq lud odirasi pa qu sa."
At an ornately carved baobab table, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar speaks, nodding, glancing at you.
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Worry for, lots going dangerous place. Get stuck in hole. Witch do
much mean. We work together lots more, with Faithful Lord, can stomp
witch head. Worry little for friend."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"*softening* Thanks Sarge."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Long time go, you tell me good think."
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Better me bleed outside Tulk, than human bleed in."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar gives a soft sigh.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"I do. Someday, I die. Is okay. Did right, yah?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You did, and we will both die, one day. For me, feel better if die together, with sunburst. Die good, and for King."
Softly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar asks, in sirihish:
"Brot? Did you hear me?"
The fierce, shadowy-eyed man sends you a telepathic message:
"No matter what, always friend. You one of last good friend alive."
The lanky, spartan half-giant shakes his head slowly, keeping his head down.
220/220 hp 0/-16 mana 159/168 mv 198/200 stun unarmed>say (murmuring) No, fith full lady.
Murmuring, you say, in sirihish:
"No, fith full lady."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"We are both here now, Brot. We are both aware of your fierce desire to
serve the Sun King. You must decide where you wish to serve Him. In the
Legions, as an instrument of war, or as a partisan of the Faithful Lady
Lyksae, to do whatever..."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"... it is she has you do."
Getting up, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"iepe ye i iigipk yayyjy c gikeare heg."
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar stands up from an ornately carved baobab table.
Walking over to you, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar looks at you.
Addressing both templars without looking up, you say, in sirihish:
"I... say as... can, fith fulls... I... do what say. I try do right. You say Sunking will, I do. I..."
The lanky, spartan half-giant chews on his words, twitching a bit.
Softly, her full lips turning into a big smile, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Brot, you will serve Lord Niketas like you served me. You will do so bravely, and loyally like a good northern giant..."
The lanky, spartan half-giant perks up, doubt evaporating visibly.
Nodding softly, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Yes. You have brought me many things, and served me so well. What
better northern giant, than Brot, to ride with the First?"
The lanky, spartan half-giant blinks back a tear, overcome.
Turning to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"Take care of him, and never question his loyalty..."
Brightly, you exclaim to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"Yah, fith full lady. I do go. Much chop!"
Turning back to you, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"I release you Brot, with a glad heart."
Approaching a candle, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar gives her back to you as she burns her sheet of paper.
Burning
it, and placing it on a tray of a passing slave, the golden-eyed,
dark-haired Lirathan templar discards her sheet of paper.
Sternly, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar, in sirihish:
"We will all die, one day, somehow. Brot will die a soldier, in the
service of the Sun King he loves as you and I do. I do not doubt his
loyalty. Thank you, Faithful Lady."
Her back to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, the golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar reaches for her hood.
The golden-eyed, dark-haired Lirathan templar raises the hood of her hooded, white silk templar's robe.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"my jek gohyarji."
You open your finely-polished baobab crate.
Motioning
to the split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier, the tiny and gaunt
Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks off.
The tiny and gaunt Lirathan templar in a hooded, white silk templar's robe walks east.
The split-lipped half-giant Tuluki soldier walks east.
You close your finely-polished baobab crate.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns his head to regard you.
Turning on his knee, eyes still down, you say to the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, in sirihish:
"Fith full lord. You say, I do."
His lips curving with a smile, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar asks you, in sirihish:
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it Brot?"
His tone solemn and serious, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Of that I have no doubt, Brot. You should not doubt that this is your place, within the Legions."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Even Arj agrees. You belong here, with us."
The lanky, spartan half-giant bobs his head slowly, relaxing.
You contact the fierce, shadowy-eyed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the fierce, shadowy-eyed man:
"Fith full lady say serve fith full lord word."
As he begins to rise, the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Walk with me, and I will remind you of the details of your service. What privileges you have, so that you know the rules."
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar stands up from an ornately carved baobab table.
You stand up.
You now follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar.
The strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar turns, moving through the tavern.
You follow the strapping, slate-eyed young Jihaen templar, and walk east.
). I mean, that said, I'm not at all against using obscure words, or long words, or anything like that, I just think that it should be descriptive of what the person LOOKS like. Why? That was what the documentation said it should be when I started playing. Although the newer documentation is more ambiguous about it, the old documentation is pretty overt in its wording ( link: 
