Kemintiri in Samarah (when the walls fell)

[DM Bob]

Kemintiri regarded the town before her as the sun set and the hot wind whipped at her back and left flank. Vivid oranges and purples set behind her as well. Tall brown mountains framed her sight before her, the raised land straddling both the silt estuary near the Dragon's Palate and an inland ribbon of more of the dusty silt. The House Jarko skimmer had dropped her off at a slightly hidden dock, disguised by some of the stone blocks that made up the ruins the town was built on. Wide, difficult to see steps had led her to where she stood now, emerging from the banks of the silty sea.

The town itself was a low walled affair, mainly scavenged stone from the ruins, surrounding a mass of dull-colored tents, gorak lizard bone huts and a singular well, wide enough for a half giant to shimmy down if one were stupid enough to attempt it.

Speaking of goraks? There were plenty to see. Seemed like the lizards out numbered the populace four to one. This wasn't the most militant town, but Kem hoped that there'd still be a market for the weapons she crafted. A few nearly exiled legionnaires of Balic resided here to provide defense and security as the gorak were of some worth to the City-State. Mainly for leather... definitely not for the musk.

As she entered town, a russet robed figure was seen sitting cross-legged on a particularly flat topped boulder. She ignored him... it was best to not disturb the meditations of a hermit or stranger. There would be a storm soon she thought. If he was wise, he'd follow her soon.

[DM Bob]

The winds had been picking up and had not calmed. Over the next days and windy cries, Kem learned what she could of Samarah. Riv (the town leader) had recently returned from abroad with Korla, his wife. Riv was tall... Samarah's wall came up only to his waist. As a half tarek though, he was easily seven feet tall and about a third as wide. Korla was a human woman with a beauty unmatched... a strange sight to see in this type of locale, that was for certain. The two were known to get into rough fights with bouts of equally intense forgiveness. Everyone knew the two's personal business. It was screamed back and forth every other night or so. Tonight it melded with the screaming winds. A duet of passion and suffering.

As she tried to rest, Kem thought about some of what the locals had told her. The ruins here were not extensive and hard mined for raw materials long before Kemintiri had ever heard of the client village. The locals coveted the grassy grazing past the mountains and upon the inland silt canal to the north. But sometimes, grazing too far caused a herder to vanish, leaving whatever flock and little else. Wild kank and erdlu were known to graze there as well. Water could be found trickling down the peaks as well on occasion at certain times or after a rare rain. What caused these herders to vanish? Well, there were ruins there as well (of towers and once mighty buildings), said to be haunted and not worth visiting... those who visited past dusk never returned.

That stormy evening, violent crashes were heard that caused Kem to awaken in the middle of the night. A large beast of the wastes was charging at the walls. Warriors were called to arms. A horn blew. She rustled what she could to get ready in case she had to leave quickly... or to stand and fight.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- 'For everything that moves in the barrens... The crowd doesn't sound like enjoying a ready to be released beast, but one for them to fight against!' - Kem thought to herself whilst finishing packing up her belongings - 'I am not going to leave anything behind, in case any non-invited guest is willing to take possession of anything mine in this turmoil'.
- Kementiri, also referred as Kem as shorten, caressed the top of her dusty ocher companion, Zahyr - It might be better if you keep hidden - providing the lizard with a small piece of dry bread dipped in little water before prompting it to a properly hidden pocket in her backpack.
Kem got ready her wrist razors as the loud ramming will crush the main gates of Samarah sooner than later - 'Which beast will it be?' - Thinking already in what could be salvaged from it to craft bone weapons and other items and the possible benefits of her performance in this scenario for her business.
Kem's steps lead her outside of the building, looking for the best position to attack in relation to the incoming assault with her almond eyes. Her feet started to warm up with the rhythmic movement of a dance...