Re: Loose Ends
Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:51 am
Continuing through the City, Samar begins to feel that old discomfort coming back again. People!, he mutters, too dang many PEOPLE! So concerned was he with his own discomfort, he barely noticed the sidelong glances from the citizens he passed, didnt realize the normal bustling populace was now crossing the way to avoid his advance, and almost missed the City Guards giving him angry looks.
What DID happen here? he wondered under his breath. Turning the last corner, he noticed his apartment was still intact, though many of the buildings around his were scorched, smoldering ruins. Approaching his apartment building, he was suddenly stopped by the normally complacent attendant standing guard at the door.
Samar! he said with a quick, furtive glance towards the street, Here! I think you should take this, get it out of town if you possibly can! Samar took the proffered bundle, which reeked of smoke and ash. It was heavy, but only about the size of a small yubo whod been flattened by a passing Mektoub.
Thanks, Ill take care of it replied Samar, wondering what the heck was in the bundle.
Making a brief inspection tour of his apartment, as was his habit upon returning from one of his long trips, Samar noted nothing was out of place. Well, at least my Apartment is intact he muttered.
Samar sat in his favorite chair, grabbed the bundle, and began to unwrap it. The more wrappings he removed, the more worried he got, the colder he got in the pit of his stomach, as the shape of the object became clear. As he removed the final wrapping, Samar sat back, stunned. After a minute, he put the object aside, and went looking through his larder for the bottle of Fire Wine he knew was stashed there.
Half a bottle and a good deal of time later, Samar suddenly put down the bottle, rewrapped the object, grabbed his gear, and headed out the door. Pausing only to thank the Building Attendant, Samar made his way out of the City, headed towards Dyron and a quiet cranny hed scouted some time ago. The City Guards seemed only too happy to see him leave; Another one gone, good riddance if you ask me he heard one guard mutter.
Samar took his time, avoiding homins and kitin alike, and eventually came to the little cranny in the cliff wall that was his intended destination. There, he unwrapped the bundle once a gain, inspecting it thoroughly, making sure he hadnt imagined what he thought hed seen back in his apartment.
So, howd you get here I wonder he muttered as he picked up the Retch Axe head, now badly damaged and separated from its haft. Obviously this was a flaming axe head, now bereft of its flame. Turning it over, Samar confirmed the identifying marks hed seen earlier.
Damned Hot Headed Fool! You DID start the fire! Samar knew that nothing and no one could separate Rashan from his Flaming Retch Axe except Rashan himself. The fool probably dropped it in a bundle of old news sheets, maybe in the offices of the "Nexus News" itself. I hope whatever adventure youre on is worth the trouble youve caused.
Carefully wrapping the axe head again, Samar buried it in the sand, safe from prying eyes, then headed out into the desert again, this time to locate the Lady Kostika
What DID happen here? he wondered under his breath. Turning the last corner, he noticed his apartment was still intact, though many of the buildings around his were scorched, smoldering ruins. Approaching his apartment building, he was suddenly stopped by the normally complacent attendant standing guard at the door.
Samar! he said with a quick, furtive glance towards the street, Here! I think you should take this, get it out of town if you possibly can! Samar took the proffered bundle, which reeked of smoke and ash. It was heavy, but only about the size of a small yubo whod been flattened by a passing Mektoub.
Thanks, Ill take care of it replied Samar, wondering what the heck was in the bundle.
Making a brief inspection tour of his apartment, as was his habit upon returning from one of his long trips, Samar noted nothing was out of place. Well, at least my Apartment is intact he muttered.
Samar sat in his favorite chair, grabbed the bundle, and began to unwrap it. The more wrappings he removed, the more worried he got, the colder he got in the pit of his stomach, as the shape of the object became clear. As he removed the final wrapping, Samar sat back, stunned. After a minute, he put the object aside, and went looking through his larder for the bottle of Fire Wine he knew was stashed there.
Half a bottle and a good deal of time later, Samar suddenly put down the bottle, rewrapped the object, grabbed his gear, and headed out the door. Pausing only to thank the Building Attendant, Samar made his way out of the City, headed towards Dyron and a quiet cranny hed scouted some time ago. The City Guards seemed only too happy to see him leave; Another one gone, good riddance if you ask me he heard one guard mutter.
Samar took his time, avoiding homins and kitin alike, and eventually came to the little cranny in the cliff wall that was his intended destination. There, he unwrapped the bundle once a gain, inspecting it thoroughly, making sure he hadnt imagined what he thought hed seen back in his apartment.
So, howd you get here I wonder he muttered as he picked up the Retch Axe head, now badly damaged and separated from its haft. Obviously this was a flaming axe head, now bereft of its flame. Turning it over, Samar confirmed the identifying marks hed seen earlier.
Damned Hot Headed Fool! You DID start the fire! Samar knew that nothing and no one could separate Rashan from his Flaming Retch Axe except Rashan himself. The fool probably dropped it in a bundle of old news sheets, maybe in the offices of the "Nexus News" itself. I hope whatever adventure youre on is worth the trouble youve caused.
Carefully wrapping the axe head again, Samar buried it in the sand, safe from prying eyes, then headed out into the desert again, this time to locate the Lady Kostika