Hi everyone,
This was a quick one, as I have been trying to get into my Jimdofree website account and failing miserably. Then I had problems finding this website again. What is going on with Google? I may try to see if they have a verification page again. I cannot see one, apart from business ones.
Anyway, on to day two.
Mal-shui had a restful night among the Yak folk. They told wild tales of giant yellow or green stick monsters in the hills and plains and the joys of the simple life. He replied that he wanted to see some of the world before he settled down with a family. They laughed and agreed.
Next morning - The weather is going to be stormy, with the wind coming from the south. He makes his farewells early and is soon on his way. He enters a thick wood and loses the track. Later, he comes out to some open ground and a stream, which gradually turns to the east and then back north again.
He sees a stout fellow emerge from the tree line, carrying a makeshift staff and a club. The figure comes towards him, limping slightly on his left leg. He stops a few paces to one side, "Can you spare some food ?"
Mal nods, "I am Mal-Shui," he motioned towards a fallen tree among others that would shelter them from the wind, "Let's get comfortable."
The stranger replies," Ya, I am Yamil-Torl, Chi...", he stutters, "I WAS chief of the Remiki clan, in the hills."
He continued over lunch, "I was challenged by one of the younger warriors, who had some fancy new ideas about raiding other clans. I don't mind raiding, but not when the other clan has not done anything to deserve it. That's how your people and their people die for no reason."
Mal agreed, "You are a wise man, there are always hotheads who are only too willing to lead others into trouble. That is not your worry now; you are free of them and their desires for riches and power. Others will see their folly in choosing a bad leader, and then they will depose him, or worse. For now, the Fates have decided to set you on another path, like myself", he drank from his waterskin and offered it to Yamil-Torl, "The saying is two are better than one when you are out on the grasslands, at least until we find another settlement? Agreed?"
"Ya, tis a good omen meeting you this day. Agreed. I will get wood for tonight."
They soon had two bundles of sticks tied with twigs and bushes. Mal toppedup his waterskin, and they set off towards the rolling mountains about three miles away. The storm blew itself out, and the afternoon turned sunny, if not exactly warm, and their steady pace thawed them out. They did not make good time because of Yamil's wounded leg, slowing him down, but the staff helped.
In the foothills, they came across a lone large mantis-like creature with yellow stripes on a smooth red skin. Yamil whispered, "It's an Eucarya, but I've never seen one that big before".
It was eating some honey from a bee's nest, and the attacking bees did not seem to be bothering it at all. Its slim tongue whipped out and caught a few bees for good measure. But at the sound of Yamil's voice, its head swivels towards them, honey dribbling from its mouth, as its beak drops slightly to display an array of sharp teeth.
The hex map to go here will show a mountain to
the north east of Mal's campsite.
End of part two.
Regards,
Ivor Cogdell
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