* Marvcus and Germanicus enter Noshuret heading north. Both carry packs and the huge Goth also pulls a travois loaded with supplies. As always when the Karbala enters the town people begin following him to see what rites he will perform. This time they hang back quite a bit, cowed by Germanicus' impressive stature and questionable mein. The pair walk quickly and pass the Stone of Rites and then the Pool of Rites. When they also pass by the cairn of the Fire of Rites the townsfolk mutter. Surely the Karbala does not mean to use the Cliff of Rites, the place of purity for rites of the air? When the pair also passes by the trail to the cliff the people express their dismay. *
Townie: Karbala! Great one! Do you mean to pass us by? Great danger has surfaced and our leaders are in turmoil.
Marvcus: I follow an augur, one more powerful than than the omens of Noshuret. I go north and when I return I shall have with me another who is pure and loved by the spirits. What tales could I tell you children that would weigh more heavily than that on the balance of my soul?
Second Townie: (kneeling in the companions' path) Oh, please! We beseech thee. We need your guidance for without it we are certainly doomed!
* Marvcus stops walking and turns to face the following townfolk. *
Marvcus: Very well. I will tell you what I have seen for Noshuret though I would have preferred to save you the pain of knowing.
* Marvcus breaths deeply and his eyes roll back into his head. He begins swaying rythmically and the wooden hoops pierced all over his body click against each other like dried bones. *
Marvcus: The great wolf of the hill pack grew weak and was slain by his kin. As the steam rose from his rended flesh, the three brothers, with blood hot in their maws did circle each other. They were well matched and none knew which would prevail. In a flash they attacked, tearing at each other, ripping, rending. They battled mightily and none were cowed. At the same moment they broke apart, each nursing his own wounds and limping away. Perhaps they would all have fought another day but Aranna, that mischevous spirit of the air, had brought the smell of the great wolf's death to another pack nearby. Emboldened by the smell of their rival's blood they attacked the hill pack. None of the brothers had the strength left to fight. Their mates and cubs were slain in front of them and the brothers died under the fangs of their enemies, the cracking of their own bones their last sense of the living world.
* Marvcus swoons and falls but Germanicus is their to catch him. He supports the Karbala until Marvcus comes back to himself and stands on his own. *
Marvcus: And so is the fate of Noshuret. As you act like spoiled children tugging at a prize while your gravest doom approaches. Come, Germanicus, we have far to walk this day.
* Germanicus picks up the travois and the two continue on their way, leaving the stunned townfolk behind. *