Tell My Horse...
"By the Gods, man, why don't you carry a blade?"
April 25, 1996, Session Summary:
When last we met our foolhardy^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hbrave, noble
Tsolyani, they had left the winemakers' clanhouse just as it burst
into flames.
Under partial disguise, courtesy of a spell from The Most Beautiful
Shekkara, they made their way through the city toward the
Temple district. There, they encountered the first of two blockades.
The Most Refulgent Dlarku bluffed them past the first blockade--
that of the "enemy"--and at the second they found soldiers of an
unknown legion keeping guard. Shekkara recognized them as
those of Prince Rereshqala and showed to them the letter from her
clan uncle, The Protector of Jakalla and Most Noble Imperial Prince
Rereshqala.
The Refulgent Dlarku then confidently led the party into the
Temple of Lord Ksarul and down into its lower and less used public chapels
where Tetkoru gifted a 9th circle Priest of the Doomed Prince
for their gracious hospitality, while The Honorable Ngaya
displayed uncharacteristic clumsiness with her kaitars.
Their Most Secret Companion directed them to a specific chapel.
There, they searched and failed to locate, due to references
too obscure for those not of the Doomed Prince's faith, a door
that would lead them out and beyond the Temple, beyond the city,
beyond the reach of all but their enemies... Ah, but I get ahead
of myself.
Dlarku desired some time alone with his God, returned
to the group most transcendent, and requested the use of a sword.
Tetkoru offered him the use of his magnificent metal blade, of
which Dlarku showed his appreciation through expert handling.
Shekkara and Akhan observed most cautiously Dlarku's
new state of mind, while Dlarku revealed to the party that
the secret of the door to Beyond could be had--for the price of a
simple sacrifice. *
Shekkara's pleasure slave Arjun fainted. Ngaya, in the
sharing spirit of Lord Chegarra, offered most generously the use of
her slave as a sacrifice to Lord Ksarul, but, having recently become
disassociated from consciousness, the slave sadly could not be used.
The Mighty Akhan then stepped in and offered his slave as a
substitute. The slave, in an act that reflected most nobly upon
Akhan and his god Lord Karakan, went humbly to his fate. As
Dlarku prepared the sacrifice, two first circle priests arrived just
in time to participate in the ritual. Having seem them and judged
them to be more worthy than a mere slave for this great honor, the
horse, Dlarku, sacrificed and feasted upon them instead.
*
Whereupon, after the feast, Dlarku found himself alone in
his corporal body, but not without the gift of knowledge from
his god: The Door to Beyond may be opened by pressing upon the
single occurance of the word "door."
Dlarku, in a moment of unparalleled brilliance, recognized
that where they were going next it would be better for them to travel in the
company of his God, and so wisely dispensed
with performing the ritual of cleansing. *
The most brave and noble party quickly departed for places low.
Yea! One might even say that they ventured to the depths of the
Underworld! La! So brave is our party! So noble must be their
goal to venture to such a despised place where ignoble acts are
perpetrated against noble persons without recourse! May their
foes quake with laughter^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hfear at the sound of
their footsteps!
Lo! Wrote this, Lisa Leutheuser, horse of The Most Beautiful
Shekkara Tlakotani, on this 30th day of April, 1996 Anno Domini.
