"Mahara has returned to his dwelling."
Where can we find Ozodo?
He gives you her address and the directions.
You follow them and it is to the next door to the inn you had stayed at when you started your journey to Al-Anwahr. You knock on the door and a woman wearing a chador with intricate patterns of flowers and apricots greets you. She says, "Blessed be the Loregiver that you have made it back. Please come in, ladies would you like to have tea with me? Gentlemen, please wait whilst I inform him of your arrival."
Zairiah looks at the woman like she is crazy, but she goes along with the separation of the men from the women, and sits down to tea.
" Wait they are staying out here? Why?" frackit asks confused.
Paritosh raises an eyebrow as the woman motions for the men to wait outside. He glances at Frackit and then back at the door, his expression a mixture of confusion and bemusement.
"Well, I suppose I could see it, but a fine cup of tea is surely not a reason to leave us out here in the cold," he says, shaking his head with a grin. "Perhaps they’re keeping us out so they can discuss... matters of great importance. Or maybe they're just saving us from the wrath of a good brew!"
He steps back slightly, looking up at the sky as if contemplating the decision. "I do wonder, though... Could it be the scenery? I highly doubt it. The desert has its charm, but I think the company inside is the main attraction."
With a sigh, he mutters, "The things we do for a cup of tea."
Nura follows the women inside.
About a minute after the women go inside, a burly old man with a long salt and pepper beard wearing a long red robe with black trousers and a yak fur tall hat and he says, "May the Loregiver forgive me, I was deep in the house and could not get to you soone. My name is Parahat and please, please come in."
Ladies
Tapchans These fabrics and their use represent a way of life and a household's social status. In traditional families, quilted kurpachas were an important part of a girl's dowry. These tapestries are decorated with the fruit and different kinds of Zakharan birds.
Ozodo has you sit down on some very plush cushions intricately embroidered and she says claps her hands and the woman says, "Apricot or fig tea?"
Fellas
"Uh, Sure" Frackit says as he follows unsure what exactly shisha is. He hopes food.
"Please to meet you, I am Frackit Alloye, Pleasure to meet you, formally" He says with a waist deep bow and removes his conical cap.
He rights himself and pops it back on as he was unsure about why they were separated
"I am not opposed."
Apricot, please.
"Some fig tea would be nice, please."
Fadilah accompanies her division of the companions.
"Fig tea as well," she says. "And thank you."
You share your tea with Ozodo or Parahat and they tell you about what has happened since you last visited the town and how they are happy that Mahara is back in his vale. Having a healer who can cure the local folks is a gods' send.
The evening you stay at the local inn. It is sure nice to sleep indoors for once.
The next morning after staying in the inn, you walk over to the caravanserai and assemble your camels for the three day trek back to Muluk. You cross the bridge and follow the river westwards and you can see the farms that grow all sorts of crops for the locals to eat. The river is much wider than it was when you were here before.
GM Rolls
By around noon you reach the fork where the river splits north-easterly and the tong you took from Talv/Tarv. By evening you figure to stop and rest. Sakina Falls should be reached around noon the next day, you figure.
GM ROlls
You all go to bed and keep up your guard shifts.
Zairiah [spoiler] During your shift, off in the distance you hear the sound of caterwalling hyenas and a meek roar, coming from the desert north of where you are camped.
Zairiah won't go herself to see what is up, but if one of those genies that is following us around is willing to check it out, she will send one of them to report back and see if there is anything they need to intervene in.
Diliram flies off in the direction of the sound and she comes back shortly afterwards. She says, "Mistress, Zairiah it seems as though a small clan of hyenas are attacking a lion and the lion is in flight towards your camp. At current speed, three minutes."
Zairiah starts waking everyone up.
Hyenas to kill, quick! Grab your weapons.
She kicks anyone that doesn't wake up in less than 30 seconds.
@GM - Do we awake?
"What in the shifting sands...?" Nura comes awake begrudgedly. On hearing Zairiah's report, she snaps awake, retrieving her scimitar.
Note to GM: She is not wearing her leather armor to sleep, making her AC 7 for this encounter.
As has become a recurring theme, Fadilah is asleep while the action happens.
"...five more...minutes..." He says as he snores a bit kore until a kick comes and he snorts coughs and says a series of explitives in gnome about your Mother was a Dung licking Kobold.
As has become a recurring theme, Fadilah is asleep while the action happens.
GM Rolls
You watch as the majestic male lion running at full steam turns and mauls the closes hyena chasing him, taking a large chunk out of the hyena's throat. The lion unleashes a blood curdling roar.
Paritosh awakes!
"Um...that looks...well...yeah, should we help it?" Frackit says unsure what he was witnessing as he was more used to wolves and cougars.
Nura takes only a few seconds to make her decision, racing across the sands towards the melee. If she can reach them this round, she attacks a hyena.
Paritosh is unsure what is going on, but he grabs his blade and chases Nura.
Fadilah comes to with a start when Zairiah's boot finds her ribs.
"Ah! What did I do?" she exclaims as she wakes up suddenly. She looks back and forth, her hair askew and messy, looking confused.
Hyenas incoming!
Zairiah starts shooting hyenas.
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Fadilah rises quickly to her feet, gently shakes her gen awake, and requests a sleep spell.
rounds
Zairiah takes a shot with her bow but it misses wide, she then moves closer to the scene.
Nura and Paritosh and maybe Frackit sprints towards the mammallian melee
The big cat mauls another hyena this round tearing its spine in half. They hyenas nip at him trying to overtake his strength.
Paritosh charges forward, his heart pounding in his chest as his boots pound the sand beneath him. Sword in hand, he keeps his eyes on the chaotic scene ahead. The sounds of hyenas and lions roaring fill the air, and the tension is palpable.
"Alright, we’re running headlong into this mess!" he calls over to his companions, his voice steady despite the urgency in his movements. "But what's the plan once we reach them? We can't just charge in blindly!"
He glances ahead at the battle unfolding, watching the lion tear into the hyenas with brutal efficiency. "Do we engage the hyenas first? Or focus on the big cat?" Paritosh asks, his grip tightening on his sword. "I can’t just charge in without knowing where we’re going to hit."
His breath comes faster now, excitement and adrenaline building. "We need a solid plan if we’re going to survive this!"