1002 Adventures: Suitable Donations

Post by **Vardaen** » Wed Sep 29, 2004 6:24 pm

Ahmed drops his sword into the ground, the blade stabbing the earth. The priest of the 10,000 Gods moves with a hurried step to the fallen Barber Yakub. The large man, known as The Razor bleeds the ground red, his fez rolled off into a tuff of grass nearby. Holding his hand over the large hyenna bite the priest calls first to the gods, his healing kit and gear back in the tent and too far away. With a bright white light shinning from the wounds, blessed power escapes the man as his skin begins to seal itself together.

The Razor spits up blood and with a coughing fit wakes. He looks on at the half-orc Ahmed and mutters a quiet prayer of thanks to the man and to the enlightened gods of Zakhara. "Fate is kind today." He lays there unwilling to move much from the damage of his wounds. Ahmed stands and hurries to the tents to recover his healer's kit. The kit is filled with salves, bandages, scalpes, and other things you would expect. Without these things its rare that anygood can come of attempted first aid. Rushing back the priest takes out the bandages and ties up Yakub's wounds, even with the healing spell, his wounds are deep and serious.

During this Ka'im have moved to aid Kasib, the rawun hurt badly as well. However he quickly realizes that there is little he can do to aid the man other than comfort him. When Ahmed arrives the two men bandage up the large bites of the hyennas and then tend to themselves.

During all of this you fail to notice at first that the Hama has returned. It has returned alone, the hyenna cowardly creatures and they have slunk off to lick their wounds, no doubt you have seen the last of them. However the Hama perches now on the hilt of Ahmed's weapon. Sitting on the top of the weapon as the blade is stabbed into the earth the ghostly bird spirit squawks at you, almost laughing.

Post by **TetNak** » Wed Sep 29, 2004 9:49 pm

"No more camping," protests Kasib. "I am sick of being ambushed in my sleep by this phantom!"

His fingers loosen their hold upon his ankle as the priest's healing rights are performed. Though the blood stops, the ache continues to throb.

"We get into the city as quick as we can. A forced march! So we can sell these curses we carry and be done with it!"

Post by **Vardaen** » Thu Sep 30, 2004 1:24 am

Yakub nods his agreement with Kasib. "I must agree with our effendi Kasib. First thing in the morning we set out and travel till we reach the patrol regions." He is in no shape to travel tonight, neither is Kasib. "Once we are within a few days travel of Muluk we should encounter those Mamluk patrols again. If we can meet up with one, we should be safe from this infernal Hama!" He grabs a small pebble and throw it at the Hama that just sits there on the sword as the stone misses him. The moonlight filters down into the camp through the clouds and everyone retires to the safety of the tents.

Post by **Brennor** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 2:13 am

Ka'im also nods his agreement with the rest of the group. "Yes, back to the city as soon as possible." He is not able to rest much, and Orman is irritated because of his master's mood.

Post by **Vardaen** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 1:29 pm

Agreed the group spends the rest of the night in the tent in fitful rest. Ever watching the camp is the Hama of a Jabir, the spirit bird haunting those that have stolen his burial wealth and slain one of his sons. The morning dawn bright and clear, no more attacks come thankfully.

Before his daily prayers Ahmed expendings a few minor blessings on those more seriously hurt. Before setting out however Ahmed must provide Yakub and Kasib with more potent healing. The two men would never make the long camel ride in their current shape and so calling on the pantheon of the 10,000 gods, heals the men ith remarkable skill. With all your remaining strength the camp is packed, the camels loaded. Together you set off back to Muluk, the City of Kings still 4 days out. With luck you will encounter the Mamlul patrols in one day -- then you should be safe.

For several hours you travel without the Hama's presence and you think perhaps the bird has finally left you. Spirits rise, and Kasib even manages a light soft tune about a grump camel taught a life lesson by his handsome witty master. The obvious references don't go unnoticed. You stop for an afternoon meal of dried figs and koumis. Koumis is a nice suprise that Yakub had brought along. The slightly fermented goat's milk is a prized beverage and the closest thing to strong alchohol allowed by enlightened gods. Night fall begins to come again, and the choice to push on through the night is made. You ride on into the darkness, hoping to encounter the Mamluk slave-warriors before encountering anything else.

With the ever watchful eye Orman curses, "Oh my liver! There it is again..." the small earth gen points at a low bush among the green grasses of the low fertile lands. There is the Hama once again, its cawing begins incsently.

Post by **Brennor** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 1:36 pm

Ka'im shakes his head as the Hama begins it incessant cawing again. "This thing is getting on my nerves..." He pauses for a moment, "though that is what it is supposed to do, I suppose."

"This'll probably tick it off somewhat, but at least it might provide us with some quiet -- for a while." He glances around, looking for Orman. "Hey, Orman. Would you like to go get me a Silence spell?"

Post by **TetNak** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 2:23 pm

"Oh!" Kasib looks as though he might curse, but no words come. "Ka'im, Ahmed, is there anything we can do to get rid of this stupid bird?!?"

The Rawun looks quite upset about all this, obviously not expecting such a thing to befall the group.

"Wait, did you hear that? Some shuffling or humming ... right next to the bird. Watch out!" He starts to panic, jerking his scimitar out of its sheath, waiting for an attack he definitely thinks is coming.

Shinling · Post by **Shinling** » Sat Oct 02, 2004 1:27 am

"be ready" the priest says as he draws his sword and hops off the camel.
he pauese for a moment as if he herd something fermiler to him. " .. but how would..." as his words as he starts to move towards the ledge. Expecting something to attack him.

Post by **Vardaen** » Sat Oct 02, 2004 3:15 pm

Orman, responding to the Sha'ir's request for Silence bows to Ka'im. "my master. You humble servant is curious to witness you skill with such magic. It is a complex power, and one not lightly wielded. The Noble Genie may hinder my search greatly for this for you. You wish it still??" Just then the others shout out warnings and to be prepaired. Orman against asks, "Silence my master?"

Shambling up over the small rise is a terrible sight. Two figures, both with rotten bloated skin burst into view as they come down at the group. The figures look like rotting men, coverd slightly in muddy earth. The stories of such things are known by all of you. Tales of such deadly foes are told in the caravanserai by the Rawun. The heros on the street retell their exploits as they recieve a shave. The arcane lore of the genies extends to understand their common enemies, and the temples teach how to deal with such abominations of life. Ghuls!

Ghuls have a speed the unknowing would be suprised with. Luckly for Ahmed he expects such speed from the creature as it charges forward swinging its disease infected claws at the half-orc. The undead digits are avoided by the priest as it rushes past him.

Kasib also ready darts to the side as the undead hands streak past his head. The Hama lifts into the air flapping wildly about, the Ghuls moaning and chattering suddenly with one another. The beasts seek flesh, fallen long ago in this valley, the Hama has given them direction and turned them in your direction.

Yakub is frightened by the arrival of the commonly spoken about undead beasts. It is one thing to listen to a man speak of them as he gets a shave. It is something else to seem them face to face. His camel, and in the fact all the camels become agitated and start to go wild. It is all he can do to hold the reigns of the pack camels and to keep his own under control, is appears to be failing at it as one camel breaks and runs.

Ka'im not hearing the noise and invovled in the conversation with Orman doesn't see the Ghuls attack untill it is too late. "Go get Silence Orman." The gen bows its head, "If you desire master." The gen blinks away.

Ahmed, with his great scimitar held over his head side steps the Ghul and brings his blade down in a devestating arc. The heavy sword slams into the wet flesh of the creature and rips open a wound that would send a normal man to the grave. With its intestines spilling out along with other organs, the Ghul continues its attack, immune to pain and fighting mindlessly to the 'death'.

Kasib follows up Ahmed, his normal sized scimitar not nearly as impressive, and the blade sweeps passed the 2nd ghul without connecting. The rawun's powess in battle is not nearly as great it seems as the priests.

The ghuls continue to lash out at the men as the noise of the camels grows along with the flapping of the Hama. The spirit bird rises into the night air circling overhead. It is however the Ghul before him, with its insides spilled out that Ahmed contents with. The undead men use all their weapons now that they have closed. With a lunge with its mouth of disease dripping teeth it snaps at Ahmed, just missing as it lashes out with two filthy claws. Each claw turns harmlessly to the side by the heavy and hot chain shirt he wears.

The other ghul continues to assult Kasib. It has far more success than its counter part. Its maw snaps down into the shoulder of Kasib drawing out flesh as it sinks its teeth into the man. The wound bleeds a bright red, the blood flowing healthy disease free. He ducks under a slow claw attack but is taken by suprise by the second claw that follows it. The nails rake over his thigh, again the wound running bright red.

Yakub continues to try to keep the camels from running into the darkness, but he has little skill with animals. The snort and buck, eventually the camel he rides on even freaks. It is all he can do to hold it undercontrol. With one hand on the reigns, the other holds his fez to the top of his head, "This is a very very bad thing effendis!"

The battle contines on...

Post by **TetNak** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 3:21 am

Kasib in knocked backward by the undead ghouls. "We cannot catch a break!" He groans, first missing, then being assaulted.

He staggers under the weight of the attack, wavering under the pain and shock. In desperation, he swings his scimitar toward the ghoul, attempting to slow its attack.

1002 Adventures: Suitable Donations

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