#au:desperado

[espal-ghillie]

A Literal Olive Branch

@lucky-dragxn

Espal sat at a table with several others from his tribe. Branwens always had a funny smell to them, should have guessed that their tents would have a strange aroma to them as well.

Summoned by the Branwen tribe, Espal was there to act as an ambassador. Sending both of his parents, the current tribe leaders, would be too dangerous even in the most peaceful times but he was still none too pleased about being here. This was an emergency meeting, the two tribes were at each others throats after one of his own had killed one from the Branwen's.

"Can we get this thing goin'? I'm tired of just sittin' 'round. I could be workin' now. Somebody find out what the hell is holdin’ up the Branwens."

[espal-ghillie]

Couple o’ Crooks

@lucky-dragxn

Its a sweltering summer day in the lush forests of Sanus. The shade of the trees provides some relief from the summer sun but it creates an ideal spot for an ambush...

The familiar clicks of two hammers being pulled back rings out and is shortly followed by a voice.

“Reach for the sun. Touch metal n’ I’ll put six in each of those pretty purples of yers,” said the voice. Nobody is in sight but it seems to resonate from a long stretch of brush along the right of the trail.