Tales Under a Burning Sun

The old ashik moved over to the mekillot wagon's water butt, and for the first time since the sibling herders had met him a couple of weeks beforehand, he pulled his hood off and washed his face with water. The brothers noticed that his skin had a greyish hue to it and when he turned back to them he no longer looked like a hunched old man, but now looked like a battle hardened Mul. The Mul that they had known as the old ashik locked eyes with each and every one of them and said; My name is Balboa, chosen of Gnoriath! The Company of the Cloaked Inix have hunted the servants of Nurkel-Malia and slain them here. Remember my tale and spread my word! Balboa took a long drink of water and then finished the tale. Scar leaps back to her feet having tended to Arthur and lunges a stab at the nearest plague demon with the Sword of Kemalok, the ancient Dwarven weapon slices deep into the other planer creatures arm diminishing it's lifeforce. With his arm hanging useless by his side, Arthur...

The old ashik, although the sibling herders were far from convinced that the old man was what he seemed, paused in his tale to take a large drink of water to ease his dust dried throat. He looked around and reaffirmed that his tale was almost at and end, and that the people of the small village beside the muddy oasis would soon understand. And with that he continued to tell his tale. Having left the room dedicated to the worship of Gnoriath, Kank edged towards the uninvestigated corridors of the ancient complex and peaked around the next corridor on the left only to find that it ended in a cave in, but also seeing that there were a couple of other passages running off of it. The Company split up and search the passages quickly sure that there will be an exit into the Weeping Valley behind the watchtower allowing for a surprise attack. Having found nothing but the remnants of stone furniture and the time reduced dust of anything else that might have been, they eventually discover a larg...

The residents of the small village beside the muddy waterhole stood on the upper decks of the Mekillot wagon, some of the healthier ones had stripped the dead guards and now stood armed and armoured. They were still confused, but felt better now that they were no longer in manacles. The sibling herders moved to the fore and asked the old ashik what was happening. The old man stood a little straighter and appeared less ancient and replied that his tale was almost at an end, and by the end of it all would be clear. He then continued to tell his tale. Three of the trees branches animate and lash towards the surprised Kank, two of them miss him but the third slams into his left arm making it go numb with pain. The branch attempts to grab hold of the big Mul but Kank is able to stagger backwards out of it's grasp and towards the rest of the Company, who all seem to be stiffling laughs. Scar has a look at the wound but is unable to do anything about it and while she is doing that Balboa ...