[Alpha | All Over]
The two similarly-named women would go forth and explore the desert. For the most part, it involved staring at plants, a few poked fingers from the nettle, a few poked fingers from the pears, more plant-related stabbings from the yucca, and further bits of cursing at the ephedra poking them. However, the more interesting part for Arana and Tarana would be the discovery of an old, dry, dead skeleton, leaned against the old, dry, dead skeleton of a lamed horse. On its face sat a pair of spectacles; upon further inspection, the body would reveal a dull and tarnished silver sword, a simple silver ring, a coin that could only be a token of the cult of Ingram, and a book neither of them could read, both from age and from the alien script it was written in. Further inspection would reveal what had been a flask, and then, wonder of wonders, a bag of coin holding roughly 60 gold total (mostly pence, shims, and shillings, with the rest being small change and quins.)
On the way back, munching on desert pears, they found a few chunks of petrified wood, and a tiny nugget of meteotic iron - not of any particular use as far as alchemy went, but it sure was pretty.
1 Set of Spectacles, Aged and Clearly Magical
1 Nugget of Meteoric Iron
2 Chunks of Petrified Wood
60 Gold (equivalent)
1 Tarnished Silver Blade
1 Simple Silver Ring
1 Lucky Coin
1 Unreadable Ancient Book
10 units of ephedra
28 desert pears
10 units of desert pear flower
4 units of stinging nettle
26 yucca fruit
20 yucca leaves
5 units of yucca root
8 mariposa lily
***
"Why, fancy that... you Chose!"
The shopkeep grinned. He'd had a thing for faeries since he was a child, and he was ready for something dangerous. Or thought he was.
"You don't want to see these street wares. Come inside, and let us bargain for something of
real power, shall we?"
He'd said the magic word. Well, two, but "bargain" was slightly more magical than "power" because it gave the Fair Folk a chance to fuck someone over and have the designated fuckee thank them with a smile.
***
Morgred would find that a few would follow him, a certain higher-level priest having winknudged the idea that the spellwight had been involved in the God-bomb to his underlings. One blood priest, another necropriest, and a human; aside from the person who was currently dead, each expressed interest in remaining alive until a proper time came to cheat it; the Blood Elf (one guess as to what sort of priest she was) would, if questioned, recite from one of the (many) Books of Dra'thur as though it proved some sort of point. Obviously, Morgred was physically incapable of caring about the details of her denomination, and would subsequently proceed to
a) not give a shit
b) consider declaring it a proper time for her to die
c) decide it's not worth the effort since someone's probably going to kill her in a hilarious way, probably Myrln
d) plan to take revenge on Myrln for his hypothetical murder if it's not funny enough
e) continue raising ghouls while carefully defining the minimum acceptable level of hilarity from the murder
***
[Beta | Another Desert, Far Away From Alpha Party]
The Fire Giant glowered at them, but in a friendly "I'm not going to eat you but I'm also not happy" way. Probably hard to tell the difference, but the lack of being eaten sure was a hint.
"Ship no fly."Clearly, not a person who spoke Common well.
"My plan? Kill them-" - he made a gesture to the eventually incoming elves, over the giant sword strapped to his back -
"-eat new meat. You plan?"Mr. Carnivore, for lack of a better name, clearly wasn't the brains of the operation in comparison to Captain Greg.
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