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Palacrisis D Jones · October 27, 2006, 10:09 AM

QM was dozing in the heat his keffiyeh pulled over his face to keep out stray bits of wind blown sand but his friend sat in the meagre shade listening and watching the sounds and movements of the desert . Horo’s dreams had been vivid recently and as he walked the dream road he felt pulled to make this journey, there would be others who would join him and QM and some faces he had already seen in his visions others were just vague blurs. Dreams have a habit of coming true and thus it was with Horo. The relative peace of the desert was disturbed and footsteps in the sand told their own stories. He nudged the dozing dorin in the ribs and announced they come

The little gnome was the first announcing his presence with a rattle and clatter and a breathless introduction, Moro had met him in the same nameless hamlet and at his request had invited the Kerrigan gnome to join the caravan. A collector of trinkets he had called himself not that anyone would expect to find items of value in the heat of the sandy waste but then Horo reflected that the desert held many secrets just below the sands.

He stood up and with a soft voice touched lips and forehead Welcome friend gnome your search is over and you are no longer lost share water and salt with us

The elf was next footsore and dusty with a hint of his demise in his eyes, the desert was not an easy mistress and by his appearance it was obvious that he was under prepared to pay court to her with the reverence and respect she required.

Horo watched as he made his way towards the camp and with the same gesture of respect …”Your politeness earns you favour of the gods friend elf , do they not say that charity and hospitality earn favours in the afterlife drink rest yourself and tell us your name. I am Horo plain and simple Horo and my big friend is QM, it is short for quarter master and he tells me that he has forgotten his birth name.”

The water sack was passed across and although the liquid was sweet it was warm as blood.

Another elf, this time walking with a spring in his step, bare headed and still with energy to spare a jaunty greeting and a pleasant lyrical voice. QM shook his head in disbelief, hatless in this heat, why the brain could boil in this temperature He got up and began rummaging in the packs carried by the camels muttering under his breath

stupid plain bloo….stupid

Horo without a moments delay returned the greeting, Serale to you traveller, the day is good and we live under the gaze of the gods, yes it is a fine brightening. Will you stop share a meal and drink and grace our company with the favour of your name?

October 27, 2006, 10:09 AM	#5 (permalink)
Palacrisis D Jones Companion Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Kallimerya Estate ~Taralon Posts: 3,661 Blog Entries: 1	QM was dozing in the heat his keffiyeh pulled over his face to keep out stray bits of wind blown sand but his friend sat in the meagre shade listening and watching the sounds and movements of the desert . Horo’s dreams had been vivid recently and as he walked the dream road he felt pulled to make this journey, there would be others who would join him and QM and some faces he had already seen in his visions others were just vague blurs. Dreams have a habit of coming true and thus it was with Horo. The relative peace of the desert was disturbed and footsteps in the sand told their own stories. He nudged the dozing dorin in the ribs and announced they come The little gnome was the first announcing his presence with a rattle and clatter and a breathless introduction, Moro had met him in the same nameless hamlet and at his request had invited the Kerrigan gnome to join the caravan. A collector of trinkets he had called himself not that anyone would expect to find items of value in the heat of the sandy waste but then Horo reflected that the desert held many secrets just below the sands. He stood up and with a soft voice touched lips and forehead Welcome friend gnome your search is over and you are no longer lost share water and salt with us The elf was next footsore and dusty with a hint of his demise in his eyes, the desert was not an easy mistress and by his appearance it was obvious that he was under prepared to pay court to her with the reverence and respect she required. Horo watched as he made his way towards the camp and with the same gesture of respect …”Your politeness earns you favour of the gods friend elf , do they not say that charity and hospitality earn favours in the afterlife drink rest yourself and tell us your name. I am Horo plain and simple Horo and my big friend is QM, it is short for quarter master and he tells me that he has forgotten his birth name.” The water sack was passed across and although the liquid was sweet it was warm as blood. Another elf, this time walking with a spring in his step, bare headed and still with energy to spare a jaunty greeting and a pleasant lyrical voice. QM shook his head in disbelief, hatless in this heat, why the brain could boil in this temperature He got up and began rummaging in the packs carried by the camels muttering under his breath stupid plain bloo….stupid Horo without a moments delay returned the greeting, Serale to you traveller, the day is good and we live under the gaze of the gods, yes it is a fine brightening. Will you stop share a meal and drink and grace our company with the favour of your name? __________________ Personnages CIR Last edited by Palacrisis D Jones; October 27, 2006 at 10:14 AM.