Valkang evades Gimyip, and slashes at the backpedalling Yashub Yashad - 1d20=9 - and misses.Gozer can see exactly what is going on as it is happening just a four yards from him on the other side of a creosote bush.
Order of attack is Gimyip, Gozer, Valkang then Yashub-Yashad.
Inside the hall, Ythar turns away from Mithal, 'There's a fight outside! It's that bloody Jale man! He's murdering someone!'
He runs toward the door, brandishing his short spear.
Lord Thorium is now incandescent. No one his looking upon his august person carrying out the second most important ritual in the calendar. He gestures to his guards and marches menacingly towards the back of the hall. A few of the older tribes people, at least pretending to be annoyed about the impiety and disrespect fall in behind them.
Valkang screams as Han Buri Han tries to pull her away. 'Another one! Get off me!'
Lord Throium motions towards Gozer - 'Take that thing and throw it outside the gates. It is not market day, we do not admit strangers.'
Ythar eagerly steps forward to carry out the order. 'Not you!' barks the Lord. 'I have something to say to you.' He motions a couple of his plate armoured guards to grab Gozer.
'You - ' he addresses Yashub Yashad '- shut up. If I want your opinion I'll have it beaten out of you.'
This is Lord Thorium's style. Like the overwhelming majority of Carcosa's rulers he is an absolute dictator whose word is law within his own little patch. His position is not his by right - the tradition among the tribes is for the Lord to be ritually challenged to single combat by anyone who thinks they can slay him. If they win the duel they become the new Lord. It is not a job for the weak of body or mind. The current Lord has ruled for 15 years and has seen off three challengers, and no one is likely to challenge him again until age weakens him a bit more.
'There was a woman screaming - where?' says Lord Thorium.
The crone has hobbled forwards to Lord Thorium's elbow and is whispering earnestly to him. She happens to be Valkang's great-aunt...
Valkang gives Han Buri Han a filthy look and, hand clutching the contusion inflicted by Yashub Yashad, stumbles through the crowd and throws herself at Lord Thorium's feet.
'Oh mighty Lord I have been wronged...'
Lord Thorium says 'Out with it. Make it brief or I'll have you whipped.'
Vlakang stammers and shrieks her way through her tale, which is that Gimyip, Yashub Yashad, Han Buri Han and Gozer (currently being hurled unceremoniously into the desert night beyond the fortress' outer gate) were all caught about to perform unnatural sexual acts and tried to beat her unconscious to prevent her from telling Lord Thorium. She shuts up when Thorium's chief body guard uncoils his whip and examines it for wear and tear.
'The punishment for such things is death, but I shall be merciful this time,' says Lord Thorium, 'I shall give the accused the benefit of the doubt and not slay them immediately -' there are grumbles from the crowd, some in favour of instant death, others (close relatives of yours in the main) in favour of having Vlakng whipped for talking rubbish '- instead they shall be given the chance to prove their innocence by providing a suitable sacrifice for the Vaporous Worm.'
The crone whispers in his ear.
'You must go east where the Vaporous Lady has seen in a vision that there are nests of great reptiles in a fortress built by water. Bring one egg back in time for the great celebration of the Vaporous Worm at the Temple. If the god favours you, then you must be innocent. If you die - well good riddance to you.'
Again there are mutterings - again the crowd is divided between those who think he is being too lenient and those who think him too harsh, and many say the Vaporous Worm has never poked his nose into matters of tribal justice before and ask why he should start now. It all sounds suspiciously like the rhetoric used by the Theocrat of Gla'elen...
Ythar looks gloatingly at Han Buri Han. He does not think he will be seeing him again.
'Ythar,' says Lord Thorium, ' You will lead this group, make sure the miscreants do not deviate from their allotted punishment and task, and you will take your hunting balloon to assist them.'
Ythar looks aghast.
He instructs his guards - 'If Gimyip, this fellow here - ' he gestures at Yashub Yashad - ' and the Han lad are still here at dawn you may kill them and take their goods.'
Post by crusssdaddy on Jun 24, 2009 22:25:15 GMT -6
Gozer, somewhat disappointed at the lack of ceremony that accompanied his ejection, digs a shallow shelter in the lee of a large creosote, just within site of the fortress. On the morn, he plans on heading east, to hopefully more civilized lands.
"I'll go with you," Mithals tells his friends. "If for no other reason than to keep on eye on that h'wook-h'yokk." He indicates Ythar with a nod of his chin, and if anyone reacts to his use of one of the most egregious of insults among the Nomads, he pays no mind.
"You're a good lad Mithals", says Han Buri-Han. "A harsh and unfair fate has been dealt to us, but I see no other way than to do as Lord Thorium has commanded. I just hope that I get a chance to reveal Valkang for the liar that she is before I die."
With these words said, Han Buri-Han goes off to pick up his belongings.
Mithals thanks Han Buri-Han for his kind words and departs for his own tent. In the way of the nomads, he has few belongings and he is soon bound for the gate to meet with his friends and Ythar. His medicine bag bumps against his chest as he makes resolute strides toward the main gate, its familiar presence comforting.
"Ythar bears watching," he thinks to himself. "A dangerous man, but one made foolish by ambition. He is a stumble looking for a place to happen, and I just may have to stick my foot out and give him what he wants."
Post by waysoftheearth on Jun 25, 2009 23:29:46 GMT -6
Gimyip returns to his yurt and collects his meager belongings.
"I'm going out for a walk," he tells his mother gruffly as he shoulders his pack and tightens his belt. Her tongue is still flapping when he lowers his head to pass out the opening, but he isn't listening. He pauses for a moment, reflecting on the life he is about to leave behind.
"Take care, mother," he says, and then without looking back strides off to join his fellows.