The night rolls by, a stormy night with wind and thunder raging against the plains and hitting the hills within which you took shelter.
And so a new day dawns on the gullet: A bloody day. You are all roused by Terep, for her shrieks and curses cannot fail to do so. And there you gather: In the center of the erected tents and muddy wagons, now a place of carnage where Odo's great flabby corpse is displayed for all to see, a pathetic mutilated thing that was once human but now seemed nothing but a grotesquery of flesh. And into that flesh is carved the symbol of vengeance, a pattern well known to all upon this continent.
"The mules and oxen... throats cut," Terep says as she surveys the scene. She eyes all of you warily, where you have stumbled from your sleeping places, and then motions to the churned earth around the erstwhile Odo. "See the tracks. Two sets. Same with the animals and..." Terep takes a deep breath, shifts her hand to the axe at her waist, "these ain't tracks from outsiders. I couldn't make out from who they came, rained far too much after the deed was done by my ken, but it's.... it's two of you."
"Town's that way, bout five days walk." After pointing towards the pass, Terep shakes her head, spits on the ground, and sets off to Kerkat, leaving you all standing in the camp. Food aplenty there is for the journey, especially once the mule and ox meat is cut and dried, but right now this is a lesser concern: Two of you have carved the sign of vengeance, that ancient symbol of the deathgivers.
There can be no safe journey before this matter is resolved.
And so a new day dawns on the gullet: A bloody day. You are all roused by Terep, for her shrieks and curses cannot fail to do so. And there you gather: In the center of the erected tents and muddy wagons, now a place of carnage where Odo's great flabby corpse is displayed for all to see, a pathetic mutilated thing that was once human but now seemed nothing but a grotesquery of flesh. And into that flesh is carved the symbol of vengeance, a pattern well known to all upon this continent.
"The mules and oxen... throats cut," Terep says as she surveys the scene. She eyes all of you warily, where you have stumbled from your sleeping places, and then motions to the churned earth around the erstwhile Odo. "See the tracks. Two sets. Same with the animals and..." Terep takes a deep breath, shifts her hand to the axe at her waist, "these ain't tracks from outsiders. I couldn't make out from who they came, rained far too much after the deed was done by my ken, but it's.... it's two of you."
"Town's that way, bout five days walk." After pointing towards the pass, Terep shakes her head, spits on the ground, and sets off to Kerkat, leaving you all standing in the camp. Food aplenty there is for the journey, especially once the mule and ox meat is cut and dried, but right now this is a lesser concern: Two of you have carved the sign of vengeance, that ancient symbol of the deathgivers.
There can be no safe journey before this matter is resolved.
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