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[NRDL]

"Shut up Risan, if you know what's good for you. I know you're parched as well, we just hiked through a fecking desert."

[Egan_BW]

"Bah, this was just an afternoon hike. My parents always told me it's not really thirst until the third week starts."

[TheBiggerFish]

Spoiler: Waitlist me! (click to show/hide)

Name: KLAW

Description: Ironically for someone named KLAW, KLAW does not look particularly animalistic, except in the general unkempt mien of all barbarians.  KLAW does like punching things, however.

Your chosen weapon type: FISTS!  POSSIBLY WITH BRASS KNUCKLES OR CLAWS OR SOMETHING!  KLAW IS NOT PICKY!  THOUGH KLAW DOES PREFER TO SET UP TRAPS AND THINGS INSTEAD!

Barbarian Strength: 2

Barbarian Cunning: 6

Barbarian Companions: 0

[Egan_BW]

Enter the city and locate the source of its miserableness! So we can murder it!

[MidnightJaguar]

BarBar is bored, let's fight something.

see if there's anything to fight, specifically anything that seems to be causing misery.

[Devastator]

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I want a blasted drink."

Find a tavern.

Enter the city and locate the source of its miserableness! So we can murder it!

BarBar is bored, let's fight something.

see if there's anything to fight, specifically anything that seems to be causing misery.

The group of barbarians, having crossed the desert wastes, stride boldly into the warren that is Alkalamba.  The hot sun beats down on empty streets, as the loose group navigates the narrow passageways.  Much of the city lies quiet, as if avoiding the agressive, hunter's gaze of the one known as BARBARBARBAR, but perhaps merely hiding from the heat of the sun.

Niximos, on the other hand, thinks that such a day is appropriate for the enjoyment of cool drinks and fine company.  As such, the gnarled, weather-beaten warrior moves the group along alleys and into a small plaza.  An inn is found, but it is empty, the sign defaced by cruel runes, and the tap room dusty, dry and long abandoned.

The courtyard, however, is more productive to Barbarisan.  As the others look for drink or for challengers, her eyes are on the skyline.  Among the sprawl of low buildings, there is a neighborhood of larger, finer houses, and, further away, the unmistakable spires of what must be a palace.

[Egan_BW]

"A grand palace for rich bastards. Let's go say hi!"

Head for the palace!

[NRDL]

"Lead on then. See how soft these settled folk live."

Follow to the palace.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

Wait list.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Rock

Appearance: Massive mountain of a man of few words with scars who wears scale armor and a dark beast themed helmet. He seeks to be a king by his own hand.

Weapon: Hands. Feet, and busento. A bisento is like a glance. Just sharp pointy end is bigger for stabbing/slashing

Points

Strength:4

Cunning:4

Companions: 0

[MidnightJaguar]

TO THE PALACE

[Devastator]

"A grand palace for rich bastards. Let's go say hi!"
Head for the palace!

Follow to the palace.

TO THE PALACE

The barbarians, en route to the Palace of Alkalamba, do encounter the primary reason for the city to exist.  It is not trade, or at least not trade alone, but the life-giving artesian wells, which bring water from the snowcapped mountains hundreds of miles away.  However quiet the city may be, chained by opression, cowed by the Barbarians, clubbed by the everlasting rays of light, water must always be had.

The wells, naturally, as the key to the city, are imporant to its overlord as well.  And for the first time, the barbarians are sighted by the guardians of this place.  Outside an artesian well, beside a small group of a dozen water-seekers, stand eight guardsmen, oddly dressed, robed in white from head to toe.  They, quite naturally, see the newcomers as a threat, and, as one, draw their swords and move to attack.

Or not quite as one.  For two of them do not draw swords.  Two of them instead stand behind the others, and begin chanting in some foul tongue.

[NRDL]

Pretend to be weak from dehydration and exhaustion, then stab the first man who comes to finish me off.

((Chits are a limited resource, right?))

[Devastator]

((Chits are a limited resource, right?))

Yes.  If you wish to use one, please specifically indicate that you are doing so.

[NRDL]

((Will do, my action is just a normal one, for flavour more than anything else.))

[Devastator]

((flavour helps fuel the purple prose!))