"Not a fan of dying." K'aijeen uttered in frustration. "Or being dead." She fell in line behind Thal, however, keeping herself bundled up and concealed.
*
Baoht Zuqqa Roh lingered, glaring at the wall that had arisen in front of him. This was not luck. This was not the will of Ifrit. This was the magic of the children of Men, the lesser elementals, the dirt and the dead. Weak but cleverly employed. Undeserving of triumph. Baoht Zuqqa Roh was insulted, and he slid a metal shaft across his bow. He would hunt them down before they even left Zunr'ak.
However, when the Roh turned around, he found himself face-to-face with the Priests of Embers, a collection of dusty-scaled Amal'jaa Chahs with their staffs grinding between their hands and their small eyes glaring. Before the Roh could even think to respond to their sudden appearance, the foremost among them barked, "The Bowl lies open! The sacrifices smolder. Soon Ifrit's fires will turn to tempering, and I hear that you have murdered Shan'Gai Chah."
Fist tightening around his bowstring, Baoht Zuqqa Roh growled. "Do you see the corpse of a Chah?"
"I see a molten dais and no living Chah." The Priest looked at his fellows, collecting nods of ascent. "In a moment, however, I suspect I will see the corpse of a Roh."
*
Baoht Zuqqa Roh lingered, glaring at the wall that had arisen in front of him. This was not luck. This was not the will of Ifrit. This was the magic of the children of Men, the lesser elementals, the dirt and the dead. Weak but cleverly employed. Undeserving of triumph. Baoht Zuqqa Roh was insulted, and he slid a metal shaft across his bow. He would hunt them down before they even left Zunr'ak.
However, when the Roh turned around, he found himself face-to-face with the Priests of Embers, a collection of dusty-scaled Amal'jaa Chahs with their staffs grinding between their hands and their small eyes glaring. Before the Roh could even think to respond to their sudden appearance, the foremost among them barked, "The Bowl lies open! The sacrifices smolder. Soon Ifrit's fires will turn to tempering, and I hear that you have murdered Shan'Gai Chah."
Fist tightening around his bowstring, Baoht Zuqqa Roh growled. "Do you see the corpse of a Chah?"
"I see a molten dais and no living Chah." The Priest looked at his fellows, collecting nods of ascent. "In a moment, however, I suspect I will see the corpse of a Roh."
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