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At six She who barks at bones made the unforgivable mistake of setting her packs slaves go. The old man who was named Sa-Par-Sati was to be sacrificed for a shaman's eye. She could not let her friend die, so she made her way to the pens and removed the hard bolt that locked them in. In the morning, when it was found what she had done, she was brought before the pack mother. Only one punishment was dire enough for her offense, Exile. To wander packless and alone.
But, she was not alone. She hurried out in to the desert, following the way she knew her friends had gone, and on the eve of the fifth day she came upon the small town from whence Sa-Par-Sati was from. It was deep enough in to the Osirion lands that no Gnoll would venture, for fear of being caught by soldiers of the Ruby Prince. Exhausted, dieing of hunger and thirst, She collapsed at the small well amidst the screams of villagers.
She awoke in the small shrine to the gods of Osirion, greeted by her friend and welcomed for her kindness. She who barks at bones has spent the last two years dedicating her life to those gods, Anubis in particular, and for her faith she has been justly rewarded.
"This one does not seek conflict strangers, I know my form to be unsettling, I only wish a moment of your time. The fact that the guards let me in to the city should be proof that I am at least civil. I only wish to ask that you listen to my tale. Sadly this one was part of the band that was the broken stone, I know this does not invite good feelings. I did not know their type until after joining I tell you true, and if you allow me I will tell you of their end.
Yes, another round on me, this I can do.... drink, drink, it does you well yes. Now you will listen? Than I shall tell. The Broken Stone, disreputable I know... a seven turned curse upon the head of Takan Mehir and all the rest. Well save for little Ana, she was not so bad. But yes the tale... no no be my guest honored friend, another drink. INKEEP, ANOTHER BOTTLE OF YOUR WINE PLEASE.
Yes, the band. I had barely been in Wati for maybe a week when they approached me. They needed some extra help with their attempts at looting, and I was not fitting in so well you see. Little Ana, she said it was a legal profession, it would give me a way to make a living and allow me to strike against those who should slumber, a good proposition in my eyes. Old One Eye did not say much, but it was good to see another non-human among the group. The others didn't seem to friendly but I set that as to doing with my fur. None of them smelled of Set's blood so I assumed I was among friends, I would learn differently to my dismay.
We managed to do alright going in, smashed some risen bones in and found some treasures... even managed to defeat one of the wrapped dead. Only lost Tashket to a trap, his jackal spirit disappeared as soon as that spear found his heart. Found much in the way of grave goods, sadly that is what caused our falling out. Takan and One Eye turned on us as soon as we were clear of danger and close to safety. Poor little Ana never had a chance you see, One Eye brought his hammer down with all his might... caved her head in with just one blow. Takan stabbed Apsis in the back with one of his own wicked daggers and than flung a stinging arrow formed of acid at me before I saw what was going on, but his aim was fortunately poor. Lucky for me One Eye had already been injured or I never would have been able to take the hobgoblin, especially after Takan made him of monstrous size. Luckier still that Ana had healed me with the last of her magics after facing the mummy, Oh but I still carry the pain of that hobgoblin's hammer blows on my jaw. But my flail does not care how large, nor how strong you are. Takan tried to waddle his thrice damned blubber away, right in to the waiting teeth of a swarm of rats... JUSTICE I SAY, the justice of the Gods on him. May his heart be found most wanting. I had to run, carried young Ana's broken body with me the whole way, used most of what I had saved to give her a proper burial.
Now comes the question little friend. You see, I learned not to trust so easy this time... no, no, not easy at all. So the question remains, should I trust you do you think? Or should I find another to hear my tale?"