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 August 7, 1753 EQ, Council of Tribes at Serapool

CHAPTER 1
Title 1
Title 2
Title 3

INTERLUDE 1
i Nursing Home
i The Yoders’ Home

CHAPTER 2
i Disputed Territory
i Endvar's Cottage
i Forest West of Selma

CHAPTER 3
i Sixth Horse Port House
i Serapool
i The Hunt
i Council of Tribes



Yak tail standards

Araknik joined the generals of the Council of Tribes in their habrit when they returned to the capital.  Inside, everyone took their respective places around the edge of the habrit, sitting cross-legged on floor mats -- the generals in front, the chieftains to the left, the ministers of state to the right, and a few select commanders scattered around.  The discussion opened with a question from General Cohu.  “Well General Araknik, you work too efficiently.  You finished off the Samar before the month of the hunt and we still have two more months of good fighting weather left.  So, what are we going to do next?”

The permissible and expected pause of deep thought ensued.

Commander Consus, leader of the rarely failing Shadow Knights under Araknik’s command replied first.  “I hear reports of rich caravans coming out of Andril Region to the Northwest.”

Araknik nodded.  A foul grimace overtook his face revealing a clinical example of gingivitis on the rampage.  “We have done nicely with their King Leonid, haven’t we.  They think they were so safe behind him.  He drew them together and now that he is gone they will break 

up into bite-sized pieces.  They are like ants beneath my feet.  Every time I look down, there is another one scurrying out into immediate death.  That is the land we lost in the days of your fathers.”  

Again the traditional pause, uncomfortable for the new generals, but welcomed by the older chieftains.  A gust of desert wind kicked up the flap of the tent entrance and sent a cold chill up everyone’s spine.  It brought with it the cool, moist scent of a summer thunderstorm.  Thunderstorms came frequently to the plains at this high altitude ... frequently and suddenly.  Much folklore surrounded these outbursts of nature’s fury, sometimes interpreted as an omen portending good fortune in battle or prophecy of calamity to come.  Either way, on the open plains, there was no where to hide.  Lightening strikes were a frequent cause of death among the high desert tribes, and Araknik even had a prohibition against bathing or fishing during a thunderstorm in his code of laws.  Fishing was possible since the Erdi desert wasn’t a great expanse of rolling sand dunes, but a high altitude, arid stretch of land with sparse vegetation, two rivers, and many branching wadies -- rivers that only filled during the wet season.  

 

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