Hasst

Hasst, a city of many things; heat, reptiles, and dead bodies. Dead bodies you say? Yes, rumor has it that dead bodies are turning up in the sands surrounding Hasst. Many of the bodies are dried out from the sun and have large, ritualistic leisions on their back, arms and legs. All non-ss'tiss, the wide spread belief is that there is some sort of desert cult at work. I haven't gathered much information on that, but I'll keep you informed!

A small human child was recently led into the desert by two misharr and an elder human. After traveling for a ways and enjoying the deserts luxuries, they soon faced danger and only the child and one misharr survived. Picked up by a strange caravan, they are now headin back to Hasst; directly to the palace.

Misharr, who are they? Why are they? What are they supossed to do? These riddles have been left unanswered, but on misharr hopes to end that soon. Having saved up quite a bit of gold, the misharr has bought a ticket, along with quite a bit of lugage, and gotten on a ship. His destination? The all mighty Oracle! If you ask me, it's all a hoax.

Saving the best for last, I recieved word a few days ago that the high priestess of the Council of Three, Clisstass Pchhessin, is coming to Hasst! Is she here to check up on the church, or to seek out some evil which has befallen the City of Hasst? I don't know about you, but I don't like this.

~Braknar Brodwar

 

Naczach'sh

Grath the human sat in the Busty Lady inn, cursing his luck. He had been caught smuggling crystals over the border and now that his left hand was missing he felt himself at a disadvantage for the Keck. Who would let him join their team now? How could he prove his worth to his family in Antoliam?

He was sitting down a one of the tables in the back peeling damas with his newly acquired stump knife when Marrduk walked in. Marrduk was known as a local tough guy in this bar, his missing ear and broken tail serving as reminders that one did not mess with him. Grath watched the large desert misharr wander over to table beside him from the corner of his eye, noting the presence of his companion, a female misharr with a falcon on her arm. Intrigued, he called the ss'tiss waitress over for another ale and attempted to quietly listen in on their conversation.

It soon became apparent from their conversation that they were together by necessity, and the falcon was newly acquired. Grath observed that the bird was extremely protective of this woman, Tirikia. He shuddered as he overheard that the male misharr was on the warpath and this woman became involved. Unfortunately for Grath, the conversation was not specific enough to pull out specific names.

Frowning, Grath polished off his drink and left the inn. The word on the street might allow him to glean more information about these two. Someone could profit from the knowledge of what these two misharr were doing, besides himself of course. A smile began to form on his lips as he started down the nearest alleyway.

 

Oasis of Ta'ess

After my trekking through the wilderness of Tahnn, I finally arrive to this place – the Oasis of Taess. Perhaps I will find food and lodging here? I cannot think about much more – I could stand the heat, but this dryness, this desert – I miss the jungle. It isn’t cold – but I don’t like it. I want to go home.

Ah, a tavern. I will rest here and figure out what is going on.

Rumors say that a misharr has been kidnapped by slave traders. Well, I cannot say that this concerns me too much – after all slave traders are everywhere these days. Why not? If you are stupid enough to get caught…

What is amusing however, is that her ss’tiss friend searches for her. I can only imagine what will happen when he finds the traders. Oh, the massacre. But then, if you are stupid enough to kidnap somebody who has a ss’tiss to guard their back, I do not feel sorry for you.

Other than that the place seems quiet. Are the beut- hey, is that slave trader I see there?

I had better leave before he figures out that I forgot to bring my entourage. Or that I stole his purse.

-Sincerely, Being

 

Tahnn Wilderness

Damn this blasted sun! Damn it! Damn it all!

This desert is killing me. How can anybody – anybody- leave in such heat. I perhaps I should sit down here and tell you a story of these two goblins I heard about.

See, they were traveling with these two cats somewhere. But then they started betting and eventually 2 had t go get firewood. But something happened to them. So now the one that was left went searching for them. The cats are mighty worried though
– one of them just worried the other one up. I do wonder though – are the cats being scammed, or are the goblins really lost?

Well, I better keep moving. No need to sit in the sun for too long. Oh, how I long for the jungle.

Look, I see a human of there on the horizon now. Perhaps he is a foreigner like me, who can get me help. Or, perhaps he is a native who knows how to orient around here. I will go and ask.

Being: “Hello”

Silence.

Being: “Hello?!”

Silence.

Perhaps he cannot hear me. Maybe it is the fact that my throat is so dry that I can barely hear myself. I better creep close though – ah, it seems he is standing near a corpse, no doubt in order to investigate it. I better move on – this is not a good place to be found.

But, I do see a ss’tiss over there. She has just help a chick get born out of an egg – how wonderful, and cute. The cat with them isn’t too pleased though and the male seems like one of those ‘honorable’ people I have heard about. They seem like an interesting group – especially since it is the Oasis that they are heading to.

Maybe if I follow them, I can get out of this blasted land.

-This is Being, signing off.