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Post by fairies wear boots 👢 on Jan 21, 2023 20:37:28 GMT -5
"Fired in the kiln owned by Napizzi in Cutho"
Uannalan's tall frame was bent over the side of the small boat, pushing his nose nearly against the neck of one of the giant pitchers. He'd arrived faster than expected, short of breath and eager to use his defunct skillset. The man hummed and straightened out his back to look sidelong at Nemur.
"Did it come from upriver?"
He glanced at Giri as well, who nodded very subtly. The angle of the vessel made its original direction obvious.
"What should be done with it? Has Me-ka-a granted us succor?"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jan 23, 2023 16:44:33 GMT -5
Nemur turned one of the amphorae in his hands, contemplating its origins and its meaning for them all.
"Cutho... that's pretty far upriver from Uruk, isn't it?"
It was hard to say how far they had travelled. Despite being a relatively small group, they had too many elders to move at a quick pace. It was also impossible how far the boat had travelled downstream before stranding here. The cult leader gazed upstream as if the great river would reveal its secrets to him.
"This is indeed a blessing from the Divine Fox. Other men have hunted their prey, and we've been given the leftovers to feast upon. We shall bury the two men to honor their sacrifice. The beer and meat will give us the strength to reach the promised land. We need to judge how much we can carry with us on our journey north. The rest we'll eat today."
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Post by fairies wear boots 👢 on Feb 24, 2023 20:38:21 GMT -5
"What of the murderers?"
Uannalan queried, a rather fearful tone in his voice reflecting concern genuine or otherwise. He gestured at one of the armed corpses, blood stained across a woolen skirt illuminated by a torch in the night.
"Why have they left their prize? They cannot be far, surely, good lord?"
Uannalan was learning to pose any observations as questions to his shepherd - Me-Ka-a's servant among mortal men.
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Post by Royal Joker on Mar 1, 2023 15:50:10 GMT -5
"The whims of the Heavens, Uannalan. No bandit would be foolish enough to leave such a prize out to rot in an ambush."
Nemur looked over the corpses in silence, contemplating.
"Take the weapons and armor, the living will need it more than these men in the Underworld. We move north tomorrow."
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