Interlude The Tribes of Izril

Interlude The Tribes of Izril

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The Meeting of Tribes. Mrsha stopped playing teleport-tag in the inn and looked up. The other Gnolls looked up, ears perking.

Many were City Gnolls. Orstraddled the brink between City and Plains Gnoll. They might be of the Silverfang Tribeor other tribes, but they worked in the cities now and called Pallass and Liscor their homes.

Some would say theyd been lost to the Drakes walls and permanent homes. The City Gnolls had different opinions. But still. Even those not born into a tribe had heard of the great gathering of their people.

First once every two hundred years. Then once a century. Thenonce every twenty years, as it was decided the tribes must stay together. The reason the Meeting of Tribes, or Gnollmoot as some nicknamed itErinhad become more frequent was tied to the decline in the power of Gnolls in general.

Once, they had been one of two main species in Izril. That was their golden era. Then had come the Drakes, and Harpies and Gnolls had found the might of Dragons too much to overcome. One species had been lost, abandoning their home and lost to the world except as Demons of Rhir.

The other had gone into hiding. They had eventually returned, and brought down the Walled Cities. Then had been a silver era, if you were going to categorize by metals. Gnolls versus Drakes, sometimes in harmony, other times in war, but two species once more.

Thenthe Humans of Izril came from the north, millennia ago, and took the northern half of the continent. Gnolls fought Drakes. Gnolls fought Humans.

They had been forced into the Great Plains of the south. A fraction of a fraction. A dark time. One could say they had recovered from the worst of those wars.

But stillthe Meeting of Tribes was every two decades, not every two centuries because the tribes could not afford to stay separate. Like their Drake counterparts, they had to stand together or die.

All this was background that Krshia had told Mrshathat Urksh and the Stone Spears [Shaman] had told the children of the tribe. Their history. What Mrsha knew now was that the Meeting of Tribes was upon them. Most Gnolls would see three, or four Meeting of the Tribes in their lifetimes. It was a momentous event where fortunes could be made, great alliances forged, and tribes given poweror lose it.

She knew that the Silverfang Tribe had been preparing for their part in it for a decade. Krshia had come to Liscor for this reason. The Stone Spears had been doing the same, hence why they had been mining along the High Passes. Mrsha knew any Plains Gnoll with a key role in their tribe would be there.

And she knew alsothat Krshia wanted her. But Mrsha had white fur. She was Doombringer, even if the City Gnolls accepted her with warinessthe Plains Gnolls would want her dead on sight alone.

All these things Erin and Lyonette had to know. They had discussed it. Made promises. But the Meeting of Tribes, so far off in the mind, was finally upon them. Erin looked at Mrsha, and Lyonette moved protectively towards her daughter. No. But Krshia stood there.

It is time. May we speak?

Yeah. LetsLyonette?

The [Princess] scooped Mrsha into her arms. She should be here for this. It was her future. She was set to refuse Krshia, but the Gnoll had known that. And there were favors. Decisions to be made.

The Meeting of Tribes awaited.

-

But it was wrong to say that it was only now beginning. In truth, some tribes had been heading towards the meeting, making the long trek months ago. Krshia Silverfang was going with a small group, fast as she could, to catch up with Silverfangs from Liscor and the bulk of her tribe.

The door to Pallass meant shed skip 400 miles past the Bloodfieldswhich had allowed her the luxury of waiting. Normally, she would have been gone three months prior, as one of the furthest Gnolls to travel to the Meeting of Tribes aside from those off-continent.

And the entire tribe that had adopted Inkar was moving. As their female Chieftain, Eska, explained, some tribes would send representatives.

Not so for the Longstalkers Fang tribe, no. We have too much to steal. [Raiders] might attack us for our herds if I left with too many, especially our [Shaman], Inkarr.

Inkar nodded. She felt compelled to remind Eska.

Inkar. Not Inkarr.

Eskas teeth flashed.

But Inkarr is a Gnoll name! And you are part of our tribe, Inkar.

She did her best. But the Gnolls really did treat her like one of their own. The young woman from Kazakhstan ducked her head. It was a high honor. But she had come to the Longstalkers Fangs by chancegreat magic as their [Shaman] believedand they had welcomed her with generosity and warmth.

Inkar, the [Weaver]. ThenInkar the [Cook]. Inkar the [Dyer]? Inkar the [Herder]. Hold on

After shed gained her sixth class, the mysterious voice in her head seemed to have given up. It had awarded her with a new class instead of just the [Inventor] class shed gotten.

So, they called her by her class. [Worldly Traveller]. Inkar the Traveller, perhaps closest the voice had come to jack of all trades.

It suited the young woman. And indeedit helped on the long march theyd made from the northeast towards the central, vast southern plains of Izril.

She was used to it. She had been able to adapt to the Longstalkers way of life with amazing ease.

Despite the fact that they resembled giant, furry people and that there were Skills, levels, and magic in this world as well as monsters. The truth of it wasInkars home had many parallels with the Gnolls.

Their mobile tents, for instance, that they set up? Yurts. Different in design, almost identical in conception. Inkar had grown up outside of the citiesshe had family who had lived like the Gnolls.

She could ride a horse. She could speak Englishwhich for some unknown reason was the common tongue.

She had hardly struggled to fit in. And indeedEska gave her an affectionate pat on the arm.

You will be our tribes great news at the Meeting of Tribes, Inkar. If others of your kind are not found already. If any came to the tribesthey will be there.

She meant, of course, other people from Earth like Inkar. The young woman had told the Chieftain most of how shed arrived within the first month of stumbling out of the wilderness, half-starved, her dead smartphone cannibalized for the electrical charge shed used to start fires to keep the predators at bay at night.

Will there be danger? If your tribe is worried about raids

Eska laughed and pointed. Beyond her, herds of pink sheep plodded past some cows ambling in their own lane. Goats, a flock of very nasty chickens which were worse than guard dogs if you tried to attack them, and even some rabbits, were being shepherded by hundreds of Gnolls on the move. Some were on foot; most had horses, or other beasts of burden.

When all the tribes gather? By nightfall, Inkarr, we will meet with the Greenpaw Tribe. They are poorerand they will only send representatives, I thinkbut as we draw closer, more and more tribes will come together. Then, not even Drake armies will dare to challenge us. Or the Antinium.

Inkar nodded, wondering yet again what the Antinium looked like. She had seen and met Drakessurly scale-people descended of Dragons. Few Humanssix in total since coming here, all [Traders] or [Merchants]but no Antinium.

She had seen the horrible mandibles, the hollowed head and skull-chitin that their [Shaman], Pulsg, used to tell stories of the Antinium Wars with. Piercing mandiblesand apparently four arms?

The Longstalkers Fangs had fought in both wars and bore trophies to remember their foes by. But they were hardly a tribe of war, like the Woven Bladegrass tribe, which was on everyones tongues for their war with Drake cities. No, the Longstalkers Fangs were a nomadic, herding tribe, hardly unique among the Gnoll tribe traditions. GnollsPlains Gnolls, those who kept to traditionroamed southern Izril. They traded or fought with Drake cities, grew their numbers, and each one had a specialty.

For instanceInkar stared as a group of blue sheep broke away from the procession. Multicolored sheepthat was the Longstalkers pride. Each one with pre-dyed wool.

! Get back, you disobedient sheeps!

The Gnolls laughed as they saw Inkar urge her horse forwards. The baahing blue sheep followed her; she normally took care of them anyways.

Tricky sheep. They werent even the worst ones. Not like the evil chickens, or magical rabbitsor the sheep who could zap predators. Or cows who could outrun horses.

Animals got weird when magic entered their diets. Gnolls called out to Inkar, jesting at her expense.

They liked her. And not just because there were similarities in cultures. Inkar had proven herself to be an asset rather than dead weight. She thought of them as similar to her peoples rootsand they were.

Yurts, herding animalsthey even carried bows, not having discovered gunpowder. They had given her hospitality and shelter.

She, in turn, had told them of her world. Their [Shaman] and [Chieftain] had listened intently to stories of planes and a world connected by internet and harnessed lightning. Most of the tribe put it up to tall tales, or magichence her [Storyteller] class. But they had begun to believeat least in partwhen she started giving them things from her world.

Her main contributions at first, ironically, were things that were immediate and easy to translate, like beshbarmak, or pilafboth of which Gnolls found new and very tasty! For instance, the horse meat with noodle dish from Kazakhstan that you ate hot, on wide, dough-noodles, was easily translatable with ingredients that the Longstalkers had. It was not wildly original. They had noodles. They ate meat.

There were overlaps, but there the divergence in cultures meant she had gained the [Cook] class after her first week of Gnolls wandering over and asking her to help make dinner.

Inkar, exasperated, left the blue sheep back in their line and rode back the way shed come. She waved at the other [Herders], one of whom called out an apology for letting the sheep get loose. Inkar stretchedthen realized that the [Weavers] were ushering her over.

Inkar, food!

They were friendlya group of older Gnolls, younger ones, and a few dedicated experts who took the wool the Longstalkers harvested and turned it into thread, even bolts of cloth they sold for lots of coin. Their cloth would never lose its color, and the magical cloths were sold to distant nations across the sea by enterprising [Merchants].

The group welcomed her, tossing her hot, filled pockets of baked pastry they liked to eat on the march. Savory over sweet; and they loved their often-sour dipping sauces. Inkar ate as she rode. Not two months ago this very same group of mostly-female Gnolls had been trying to get her kicked out of the tribe. But theyd made amends.

Inkar had adjusted easily to the Gnoll tribe at first. Still. She might have come from a country with its roots in the very same lifestyle the Gnolls lived, but Inkar felt in her very bones that she had gone back in time, as well as to a land of furry-folk with swords and sorcery.

She knew what they lacked. It had become apparent the moment shed stepped into their weaving tents and seen how they made the wool into cloth.

The Longstalkers Fangs had a traditional loom, which they took apart and put together from bags of holding each time they stopped. Looms, in fact. Bags of holding, those miraculous storage containers, allowed them to work while maintaining a nomadic lifestyle. Food, suppliesit lightened their loads far more than on Earth.

But the looms were low-tech. Inkar was no expert on loom-advancement through the ages. But she knew they were working far, far slower than a loom from her world. Shed described the ones that could work via electricityor just a foot pedaland spent fruitless hours trying to puzzle one out with scraps of parchment.

In the end, she had failed. Looms were incredibly hard! But spurred by that idea, the tribe had been far more open to the actual, concrete technology which they would bring to the Meeting of Tribes. They had listened, given her wood, metal, the help of their craftspeople to experiment.

And then she had succeeded.

Inkar had not made a loom. Looms were complex. She had no idea how to createmost modern electrical devices. Their [Blacksmith] and [Shaman] had taken one look at the inside of her smartphone and shaken their heads. Inkar had puzzled it over and come to a solution as she helped make thread.

Inkar the [Weaver]. But more than weaving took place in the tents. To make wool into clothing, you had to do a lot more than weave. For instance, it had to be carded, washed

And spun. That was the breakthrough moment.

Gnolls were not without technology like Earths. Theyd had spinning technology from the beginning. The spinning wheel that allowed people to take wool, or cotton, and turn it into the first bits of string in the long process of making cloth existed in both worlds from antiquity.

How could it not? Even with classes, without a spinning wheel you had to do that by hand. However, the difference between worlds became apparent there.

On Earth, Humans had kept working on the wheel, eventually making it an automated, powered device like the loom which allowed them to remove most of the manual labor in the device.

People in this world had invented the wheel and called it good. And it was not hard to see why, honestly.

Gnolls who get the right Skills, like [Finer Thread], [Cleansed Materials], or even [Twofold Yield]they take such jobs. It is about Skills, Inkarr.

Inkar. Do you do it bypaw? There are not spinners that move by themselves? With power?

Drakes do such things with magic, in their cities. Magic enchantments to spin the wheel forever or make the thread thin without needing to touch it. We could buy such a thing, but magic does not live forever. Besideswe do well enough without magic!

The old [Spinner] had chuckled and produced a fine thread in a moment, running it across the wheel as another Gnoll apprentice worked it. By paw.

I would not mind that, yes?

The apprentice had ducked her head and grinned at Inkar, and that had lit a spark in her mind.

It had puzzled Inkar for a long time, asking herself what was missing from the tribes spinner. Spinning was a communal activity. One Gnoll moved the spinner, another helped twist, and the final one actually did the spinning while they talked.

That wasoff. So, after much recollecting, aided by their [Shaman] who helped Inkar recollect memories in her dreamsthe young woman had it!

She had inventedthe foot treadle and flyer. It excited only Inkar, mostly female Gnolls, or those who understood what it meant.

It was just a foot-pedal you could use to automate the spinning wheel instead of having someone move it by hand. A flyer spun the thread automatically, rather than forcing someone to do it by paw. Was it revolutionary?

Yes and no. It was an improvement. A significant one, since it allowed one Gnoll to do the work of three. Magical enchantments already existed that could do all of thatbut this allowed anyone to do the same with a bit of cunningly-wrought metal or wood. It had caused a stir.

And made her enemies. Inkar had, perhaps naively, not expected that. But progress meant that the weaving group felt Inkar was trying to do away with them, reduce their importance with the technology. She hadnt, of course.

Now, every Gnoll was a spinner by themselves and some resented that. Orhad, until they saw how much that one bit of technology had improved their output. They could still gossip and talk, Inkar and their Chieftain had sensibly pointed out. Only now, theyd all be spinning thread by themselves instead of three or two to a spinner!

That was months ago. Now, the old [Spinner] pinched Inkars cheek affectionately. She had stayed by Inkar, refused to allow the dissent. Neither had Eska.

The Meeting of Tribes comes, Inkar. We will show them our Human from Earth! But firstyou must eat more!

She worried about Inkar, whom she called short and underfed. Because Inkar was hardly the Gnoll standard, who averaged six feet in height and were considerably stronger and larger than most Humans, across both genders.

Inkar ducked her head.

Did you spin well today, Honored Deskie?

The Gnoll had grey fur and countless grandchildren. She growled an acknowledgement, producing a bolt of almost perfect blue fabric to show Inkar. The young woman made appropriate sounds of admiration. And it was admiration, it was wonderful fabric that needed no dyes!

Good thread. New technology. Tribes willingit may give our people some fame during this gathering. But I also hope it will give you what you seek, Inkarr, yes?

News of home. How shed gotten hereif others from Earth had come. Inkar nodded slowly. Deskie patted her on the arm.

You will be fine. We will keep you safe, and the great [Shamans] and [Chieftains] will know something, I am sure. I am looking forwards to my sixth Meeting of the Tribes, myself.

Sixth? Inkar stared. But thenthis was Deskie. The [Magic Spinner]. The one who had made Inkar

Oh yes, one more thing. The young woman turned and her dyed, exquisitely ornate clothing, a replica of traditional patterns from her home, glittered in the sunlight as Eska called out to her. Inkar rode, Deskies clothing light on her skin.

Magical clothing. Made from the Gnolls labors.

Clothing as strong as armor, as warm as an oven even during the freezing winter, and which had been inlaid with the most expensive product of the animals the tribe had: the angora wool of the Waisrabbit! Inkar and her horse blinked across a line of sheep, which turned their heads to stare at her.

The Waisrabbits, notoriously hard to breed and raise. Because the Waisrabbits

Teleported. And unless you were kind, careful, and treated them well, an entire flock would vanish overnight. As it was, they produced precious little angora wool which carried their powers. But their meat, bones, and every part of them was a valuable cash product.

The herd of rabbits that had given Inkar the ability to hop a few feet regularly with her mount, the faithful Flura, promptly vanished and reappeared on the back of one of the rolling wagons of the Longstalkers. The Gnoll driving the wagon sighed, but let them peek over the side.

Inkar! Good, come with me.

The [Chieftain of Herds] waved Inkar forwards and they rode at a brisk trot. Inkar peered ahead.

The other tribe? The Greenpaw Tribe?

Yes. They are different. Do not look down your nose at themnot that you would.

Why?

The answer was obvious and Eskas hesitation clear as the second tribe appeared over the hill they were descending, as the ground leveled out and became the Great Plains, so reminiscent of her homeland for their flat, enormous landscapes. But the Great Plains were many times larger than her entire homeland, Inkar had learned.

The Greenpaw Tribe wasan agricultural tribe. Also, poor. They did not go hand-in-hand, but poor harvest and a Creler infestation had ruined their fortunes. They farmed this area, and they had been subject to enough bad luck that other tribes called them cursed.

Eska did not. She greeted the senior [Chieftain] with a strong hug, and the grey-furred Orelighn looked curiously at Inkar.

I greet you, Honored Eska and your tribe. Will you stay with ours and hunt and eat for a day?

We have a day to spare. And we would greatly enjoy the break, Honored Orelighn. Onlyour Waisrabbits might infest your fields.

The [Chieftain] sighed.

It would not be the worst calamity to befall us of late. Better Waisrabbits than Crelersone would be welcome since the other would not.

Creler eggs in their fields. Ate everything and tunneled up.

One of the other Gnolls, the young [Stalker Hunter] whod befriended Inkar, part of the escort for Eska, whispered. Eskas ears twitched and she turned to glare at the younger Gnoll. The Chieftain of the Greenpaw Tribe sighed again.

We have precious little to give the Meeting of Tribes. But perhapsthere is hope. That is why I asked for your Human, Eska. Inkar the Traveller, we have heard your name.

I have heard your name, Honored Orelighn.

Inkar bowed in the saddle. The Gnoll smiled, pleased.

This is good. While your tribe makes camp, Eska, I will show you what we found months ago. This way.

He beckoned them off. Inkar saw the great migration of the first tribe halt. And they joined the Greenpaws, greeting old friends, howling at each other, insults, jests, and so on.

The herd of animals stopped well short of the Greenpaws lands. The vast fields the Gnolls tended looked hardly poor to Inkarbut food was not always worth much in a world of Skills.

The Greenpaws grew a variety of crops, and a lot of cash crops as well. Sages Grass, in a small plot carefully watched for signs of infestation, alchemical herbseven a small orchard! They had tended this land for generations.

It was a good spot. Foothills and a lake gave the Greenpaws all the water they might need. Still, bad luck was bad luck and their tribe was less than half the size of the Longstalkers. Barely two hundred Gnolls, all told.

Neither tribe was huge. Big tribes could be over a hundred thousand Gnolls. Not in one place; they split up after certain points. But Inkar heard the names of the other large tribes as Eska and Orelighn talked.

One hears the Silverfangs are waiting for the thousands they sent to Liscor. They have yet to declare they formally arrivedwhich upset the Plains Eye tribe who wanted to settle them.

Plains Gnolls becoming City Gnolls. And for what? Their great gift?

Silverfangs, Plains Eyeif the Silverfangs were a larger tribe, and wealthier, numbering in the tens of thousandsthe Plains Eye was one of the largest in all of Izril.

Not that size meant a tribes power. It was also reputation, individuals. Deeds.

Who has arrived? Plains Eye, half of Silverfang?

Of note? Woven Bladegrass, still bearing spoils of their conquests. Gaarh Marsh is on the way with many tribes in their company. Weatherfur waits for their [Strategist].

Ah. The child on the news. Steelfur?

Already there, of course. The Wild Wastes tribeI have not heard of them. Ekhtouch may be ahead of us. My group will go with yourswe may run into them.

Both Chieftains rolled their eyes and grimaced. Inkar wanted to know why.

Ekhtouch Tribe?

Small. As small as ours, Inkar. But mighty. They aredifficult. But rich. No doubt they have grand gifts for the other tribes to put ours to shame. I almost hope they move faster than we.

Eskas ears flattened, perhaps due to some grudge. As Orelighn led them up the foothills, towards the lake, Inkar saw him turn with his walking staff to Eska.

I hope, Eska, that our tribes can work together. I would be grateful. And my tribe has not forgotten your generosity before.

It was careful wording. Politics among Gnolls already. Eska had told Inkar that the Meeting of Tribes was the most political event of their species. NowInkar saw Eska hesitate before ducking her head.

Of course, Orelighn. I will speak for the Greenpaw Tribe and we will combine our fortunes and dismays.

He reached out and clasped her arm.

You are generous. And we will not be the paw that drags you into muck, Eska. Come, come and see. I thought it strange and my [Shamans] did not know what omen it signaled. NowI think it is of the same thing Inkarr is. Come. It was an ill day when we saw the tragedy.

Inkar and Eska exchanged puzzled looks. There was nothing odd about the area they were climbing, towards the secluded lake. Gnolls apparently fished there for food, but Orelighn took them a bit west. Higher.

The lake was secluded in a small basin, the Greenpaws guarded lands. Nowhe took them to the edge of that point. His voice grew solemn. Pained.

It came down like the wrath of an [Archmage] in the night. Fireit nearly burned down the entire forest. Our [Shamans] barely contained the flames.

He led them past burned trees. The hair on Inkars arms stirred. She saw something, ahead of them. A valley of destruction. A flash of

She stopped. A metallic flash. And thenthe Chieftain led her forwards and Eska gasped.

What is this? Inkardo you see it? Ink

She looked back. The young woman had dismounted from her horse and fallen to her knees. Orelighn bowed his head.

Inkar stared without sound at the piece of the airplane which had crashed here. A broken, burned hull of metal.

Barely half of it. The rear half and part of a wing. Orelighn looked at her.

It fell two months ago. We found the bodies within. They did not suffer, I think. We have laid them to rest in our grounds. I will show you, if you wish it.

How?

The Chieftain saw Inkars drained face. He turned to Eska, who had dismounted as well.

We have found many artifacts. Mostbroken. We paid for scrolls of [Repair]. It is an ill thing to take from the deadbut.

They were desperate. The [Chieftain]s guilt was plain.

Alsothere were so few

Few? Were there anyhow

Inkar was on her feet, stumbling towards the wreck. Eska called out, but Orelighn stopped her.

It is safe, but for the jagged metal. Inkar

The plane was burned. Seats destroyed. Plastic melted. Overhead bins ash. Butit was a passenger plane. A large one.

How many?

Inkar stared at the seats. Orelighn walked over, solemnly.

Thatis the strange thing, no? I see what this is. Some great vessel of transport. Odd

It was meant to fly.

Orelighns eyes widened at Eskas words. She was staring around, color drained from behind her fur. She looked at Inkar, and nowshe believed fully. The others would have to see this, the [Shaman] at least. The male Chieftain nodded slowly.

I might believe it. You seethe materials are like nothing we have seen. The steel strong, for all it was destroyed. Seethis?

He touched something on the headrest. Inkar started. There were nobodies. The Gnolls had buried them. But the broken headrest was mounted with something she knew.

One of those in-flight monitors. You could play games on themthis one was burned beyond salvation. It broke as she tried to pry it loose.

We have some. Morethat we removed. We could not repair thembut there are strange inner workings. Moreamong the possessions. And a strange thing. There were manycontainers. Clothing. Strange things. Moneybooks. We have them all in our possession.

I must see them.

The Gnoll nodded.

There is much. Too many, I think, for the bodies we recovered. We buried four Humans.

Only four? For this great craft?

Eska started. Orelighn nodded.

That is the mystery. The possessions were enougheven the ones we recovered from the flamesfor dozens more. And this is only part of this craft. Perhapsperhaps the others were lost in the air? But

He looked at Inkar. She stood there. And the yawning chasm of uncertainly opened up again. From the mystery of her arrival in this worldshe began to realize.

It was far larger than shed thought. And if she had not been missed, one girl whose family and friends would look for her

They would notice this. She touched the seat and looked around. Eska gravely met her eyes, then looked at Orelighn and nodded.

Oh yes. They had something to bring to the Meeting of Tribes after all.

-

More tribes were on the move. The great roads that connected Drake city to city were as populated as their Human counterparts. More so, in fact.

The great war with the Guild of Assassins and such hadnt affected the Drakes of Izril. Indeedit was something only talked about in certain parts of the society.

General Feesken did not care about Human drama, at least unless they were going to invade them. His army was marching to war.

Waragainst another Drake city. The damned city of Yoire. It was an ongoing conflict for, oh, the last hundred and twenty years.

This would be the conflict that ended it. He had forty thousand Drake soldiers under his command. Archers, riders, magesall the standards of his city.

And to seal the deal this timesome ultra-heavy armored [Shock Troopers], a thousand strong, and an enchanted battering ram to break through Yoires gates.

They were going to win. Sowhy in the name of the Ancestors balls were they having to wait for a bunch of Gnolls to finish moving down the road?

Were an army! General Vollk! General Vollk! Why hasnt your force given the order to move?

The angry Feesken turned to an allied commander whod volunteered fifteen thousand of his soldiers for the victorious battle. The older Vollk, a [General] of his city, lowered the spyglass.

Theyll be past us in the hour, Feesken.

Our tactics revolve around attacking Yoire before they can call for aid! Tell the Gnolls to halt while we move forwards!

No.

The other [General] ignored Feeskens fury.

Our battle plans involve us getting to Yoire intact, Feesken. Not having to retreat and wiping out our forces before they get there. There are six tribes on the march towards their Meeting of the Tribes. They could wipe us out.

That paused Feesken. Hed fought Gnoll tribes before. They caused trouble when they got near Drake cities. Some were lawful, others tradersothers bandits.

Six tribes? They might have numbers on us, but those are civilians.

The other [General] snorted.

You think so? I recognize two tribes among them. Tribe Inknight, Tribe Demas Metalwe bought some new armor from them.

He gestured to the wave of Gnolls moving across the road. Not just the road; there was a seemingly never-ending stream of the nomads. Feesken hesitated.

I havent heard of them.

New tribe. Brand new, as it goes. Their [Chieftain]s clever. His [Blacksmiths] invented some new alloy based on a metal they dug up. Or old metalI bet the Dwarves will say they invented it first.

Hah. Whats new? Andwhat in the name of Rhirs Hells is that?

His command staff, whod been watching the procession, stirred. Vollk bared his teeth.

That is the reason no ones attacking them. Did I say two tribes? I meant, two lesser tribes. And the Gaarh Marsh tribe. Thats their protector.

Feeskens jaw dropped. He saw a massivething marching at the center of one of Izrils most powerful tribes. And they had enough warriors to make the nervous Drake army shuffle back to give them room. In facthis [Soldiers] were buying hot drinks from one of the tribes! Feesken wasnt about to reprimand them or order the other tribes off the road.

Not with that colossus of earth marching past him, making the ground shake. It was like a Giant!

But it was no humanoid. Rather, it was far more rotund, a face made of plant matter, still growing amid the muck and roots and

What is that? A Golem? ASwamp Golem?

Theres no such thing as a Swamp Golem. That is the old world. The Gaarh Marsh tribeI heard they had one, but Ive never seen it. Its no Golem either. Dont call it names or it might throw something at us. Or turn the ground to muck.

It was leaving a trail ofgrowth behind it. Not flowers, not beautiful. But the road itself was sprouting with life. Everything from weeds to flowers to basic grassthe ground even looked softer in its wake.

You could probably farm that. Its going to destroy the road, though.

Vollk commented. Feesken saw the huge, alien head swing towards him. A different intelligence seemed to regard the Drake army.

Wemight want to back up.

Backpull the ranks

The Earth Elemental stared at the Drake armies as they moved away from the procession of Gnolls. The Gaarh Marsh tribe marched on, fearlessly, as one of the same protectors of nature as the Treants of the sea moved onwards. They called it the Waning World, the era where magic and great deeds were fewer now, the Gnolls.

But some things remained.

-

New and old. If the Gaarh Marsh tribe was an exemplar of the old wayseven more than the Plains Eye tribe was, known for their [Shamans], then there were tribes on the cutting edge of things. Who embraced the new.

Silverfang was one of them. The Demas Metal tribe was certainly another. But being a new tribe didnt mean you werent traditional.

You could have a newly-foundedtraditional tribe. Like the Steelfur Tribe, who were selling to Oteslia. Or their representatives were.

Two tons of fur. If you dont want to match our prices, well make the trip to Zeres. Or Manus. Manus always buys.

Their [Silvertongue Negotiator] threatened one of the [Merchants] as Venaz stopped for a look. The Minotaur was restless. But they were waiting for Yerranola to purge the worst toxins from her system. Shed stopped needing to be sedated, which was something. But the [Healer] had warned she might need pain tonics all her

To distract himself, the Minotaur had gone for a walk. And hed come across something unusual in the market.

Feshi. What is he talking about? Fur?

There was no sample on display. Feshi, whod been anxiously preparing to go to the Meeting of Tribes herself, looked up sharply.

Thatsthe Steelfur Tribe. They must be selling their fur.

Selling their

Venaz blinked. Then he saw the chainmail the Gnolls guarding their [Negotiator] were wearing wasnt chainmail at all. It was a steel-cloth! The same grey metal they had on their fur.

Ill buy it. Ill buy it! But can I at least get a discount for working in bulk? The furs too heavy for my bags of holding!

The [Arms Merchant] yelped after a moment of thought. Feshi whispered to Venaz as he drew forwards.

Its their Chieftain. He started his tribe himself. Iraz Steelfur, the Chieftain of the Steelfur Tribe. One of the most powerful Chieftains on the continent. A very big traditionalistwell see him at the Meeting of Tribes.

You there! No touching! Waitare you Weatherfur?

One of the Gnolls guarding the shipmentin a vast Chest of Holding among many other containersrecognized Feshi. She called out a greeting.

Hello. Weatherfur greets Steelfur! Were kindred far from home. The Meeting of Tribes awaits.

We will see you there. Are you Feshi Weatherfur?

The Gnoll mounted the Roc again. The bird spread its wings and uttered a caw that made Inkars ears ring. The other Gnolls clapped their paws to their ears. But they looked up as the Gnoll raised his voice, the Gnolls of his tribe behind him.

Gnolls of three tribes! It is an honor to meet your tribes! My warriors and I will escort you to the gathering and Meeting of Tribes. It is our Chieftains oath that no other power will disrupt the Meeting of Tribes! As we have protected this gathering for thousands of years, we will do so without fail!

They failed once a thousand years back. But they do a good job.

Deskie whispered to Inkar. The Gnoll warrior continued.

My Chieftain has words for all who gather this time! Listen and hear her words!

Inkar expected a speech. But insteadone of the Gnolls standing behind Virreg raised a staff. And she heard a female Gnolls words booming through the air.

The Chieftain of this unknown tribe spoke.

Gnolls of Izril. You come to the Meeting of Tribes once more. Proof of unity as a single species. Proof of our strength that the other species take lightly.

Now here was politics. Inkar saw Eskas gaze flicking uncertainly in the face of the speech she clearly had not expected. But she could do nothing but listen with the other Gnolls. The unknown Chieftain went on.

They may ignore us. Deride the savages of Izrils grasslands. Nomads without walls or land they build upon. But they forgetwe have always been here. And though they tried to kill us. Drakes. Humans. They failed to. Our tribe is proof of our victories of old! So as you gather, Gnolls of Izril, look upon our history that claimed our land back even when our greatest foe flew the skies.

On cue, the warriors and Virreg raised their weapons. Inkar saw a strangepale blade rising. A spear? It glittered, etchedand every Gnoll stared up at it. Inkar thought it looked plain at first. But why

Why did it catch the eye? Why did she stare at it and see the glitter of the runes, or perhaps words etched into the blade from afar? The spears haftit was a pale, near-white material.

Ivory?

Then she heard the name of the tribe.

Azmuzarre greets you, Gnolls of Izril. We are guardians of the Great Plains.

AzInkars eyes widened. She thought, for a moment, they were referring to Azkerash, a name she had heard before. But then she remembered.

Azkerash was a name the Gnolls had given him. And the prefix before Kerash meant, Slayer of Kerash. So that meant

Firrelle bellowed the answer as she raised her weapon in reply, lifting it high overhead. She seemed to approve of what had been said, so she howled at her tribe.

Slayer of Muzarre! Before the Necromancer made the name one of infamy, remember it is just a word to Gnolls. As he is Slayer of Kerash, the greatest chieftain of his erawe remember the tribe that slew Muzarre the Dragon. Muzarre, the Tyrant of Jewels! The Dragonlord of Earth!

Virreg lifted the spear higher. The spearmade of a Dragons tooth or perhaps bone, flashed in the light.

Look upon your Ancestor, Drakes.

That was the tribe of Azmuzarre. Smaller than many of the great tribes. Equal for history alone. And the weapons they still carried.

Eleven weapons, forged of a Dragons tooth or bone remained. The rest lost to time. Four suits of hide and pieces of armor. Dragons hide and bone.

This was the tribe that had gone to war, rallying the others when the Antinium tried to breach the heart of the Great Plains of Izril and pushed back the Black Tide. Guardians, officiators of this moment in time. They led the way, pointing towards smoke on the horizon. Not destruction, but countless campfires. A vast gathering that was visible even from far away.

The Meeting of Tribes. It was already vastlarger than many Drake cities. And countless more Tribes had yet to arrive.

-

So they gathered. And those were only a few among the many. Other tribes came from the coasts and sea, like the Saltfur tribe, whose people sometimes became [Pirates] or [Sailors]. A few had roamed abroad, or called back individuals like Feshi to the Meeting of Tribes.

Some were tribes turned to war, like the Woven Bladegrass tribe. Others, peaceful groups like Greenpaw.

Vast tribes like the Wild Wastes tribe, who produced [Barbarians] who fought with murderous rage. Tribes who had libraries of books like the Inknight tribe. Groups whose entire reputation was wrapped up in an individual, like the Ruinstrider Tribe.

Each one with a different agenda. For instanceword had spread among them of a danger that might come for the Meeting of Tribes. Or simply one left alive.

There. See?

A furry finger pointed. The playback stopped. The [Shaman] of this tribe pointed. And the Chieftain growled.

He had been watching one of the broadcasts put on by Wistram News Network. From a Walled City, but it covered all kinds of events.

Likea certain broadcast by the [Popstar] of Terandria. And shortly following that, an imitation of the performance by the Players of Celum.

That wasnt important. Or ratherit was so distracting that most missed what had attracted these two Gnolls attention. The replay slowed on one of Wistrams fancy scrying orbs they were selling almost at a loss, which could stop the projection, replay, spy

The [Shaman] had fixed that. Now, he poked at the controls until it stopped on a frame in the entire event. The view panned across a guitarist encased in armor with a helmet on his head, shooting lightning from the strings. A singing Drake, a Human on the drums, across the crowd.

And there it was. A little Gnoll, caught mid-rave, waving her paws and dancing. Nothing odd about that.

But her fur was white. The Chieftain looked at the [Shaman].

Doombringer.

Yes, Chieftain. I thought you should see it. What would you like to do?

Send a group to kill it.

The words were out of the Chieftains mouth and the [Shaman] nodding even before he had spoken. Of course. One could not allow such evil Gnolls to live. City Gnolls had surely ignored the warnings. But doom would fall upon them time and time again.

And the Plains Eye tribe knew their history.

-

Erin Solstice then, sat in the Garden of Sanctuary with Krshia, Lyonette, and Mrsha. Others were listening in of course. A Hobgoblin sat in a tree. Apista was buzzing around, collecting nectar for her honey.

Its dangerous, isnt it? Especially for Mrsha?

Thatmay be so.

Then she isnt going.

Krshia looked at Lyonette. The [Princess] possessively held Mrsha tight.

Weve talked about this, Krshia. Doomwhite Gnollsare targeted by other tribes just for the color of their fur! Mrsha wouldnt be safe!

My tribe would protect her. And I would place her under the protection of the Meeting of Tribes. Many would not like it. But powerful tribes would not see a child killed for the color of her fur.

But other tribes would want to.

Krshia sipped from her teacup. She lookedprepared for this argument. She glanced at Mrsha as the Gnoll rooted around in the grassshe was checking for bugs. People might be infecting her perfect sanctuary with their stupid bug-eggs on their boots or something! But she was only doing that so she could pretend not to listen fully

While listening fully. Mrsha dug at some grass as she listened.

We need Mrsha, Erin, Lyonette. For two reasons. Because she has magic

Shes not the only one. Take Ferkr! Everyone was talking about how Mrsha was the only Gnoll to become a [Mage]well, Ferkr managed it! Sort of makes it less amazing, right?

Erin pointed out. Krshia grumbled in the back of her throat.

That was unexpected. Unprecedented. It does take away from the discovery, but it just adds to the worth of what we will bring. Erin, Lyonette, we have done much for you two. I would ask you to think of that

And I blew up your shop. But Ryoka brought the spellbook which exceeds the damage I did. Dont play the debt-game, Krshia. Erin helped kill the Raskghar for you. Shes saved Liscor multiple times over!

The Gnoll [Shopkeeper]-[Councilwoman] nodded slowly.

That is so. Howeverthere is another reason for Mrsha to attend the Meeting of Tribes.

Which is?

To prove she does not deserve to die. Nor her kind. I would like to put her before the other tribes and argue that Doombringers are notDoombringers. That they should not be killed or exiled! And I would like you to come, Erin Solstice, to see if other tribes know of why you arrived.

Erins eyes flickered. That conversation seemed like an age ago. When she was still searching for an Archmage to take her home.

A lots changed, Krshia. Im on Lyonettes side here. I dont want Mrsha in harms way.

As opposed to here?

The Gnolls eyebrows rose politely. Erin shifted in her seat. Lyonette just glared.

The [Garden of Sanctuary] is here. Not at the Meeting of Tribes.

I have several safeguards in mind. Before you bite me, Lyonette, hear me out. I do not propose you trust to Silverfangs watchfulness alone. FirstlyI suggest this. When I leave for the Meeting of Tribes, I will leave here with Tkrn, some Gnolls of the Silverfang tribeand no Mrsha.

Erin blinked, caught off-guard by this. Krshia went on.

She need not be there for the opening of the Meeting of Tribes. Just a few days out of the event. You will still have to make the journey, but not stay the entire time. And when she comesit will be with Erin Solstice, whom I shall invite as a trusted friend of the tribe. Lyonette as well if she can come. And at least one team of adventurers. The Halfseekers, I think, would be excellent guardians, dont you?

Oh. Well

Erin! Dont be swayed so easily!

The [Princess] snapped. Krshia raised her paws.

Even another tribe would be hard-pressed to get past a Gold-rank team as dedicated to Mrshas safety as the Halfseekers, Lyonette, yes? If that does not satisfy youSilverfang will hire two teams. Griffon Hunt. The Horns. Another? Three teams? How many will satisfy? And that is not my only offer for Mrshas safety either.

She looked mildly exasperated. The protective mother looked around for Mrsha.

Its still

I have a plan I should have thought of months ago. Something perfect. Mrsha? Come here.

The Gnoll somersaulted over to Krshia and stopped, dizzy. The Gnoll produced something from her belt pouch.

It was a thought. I did not think it would work sincewell, white fur was not her natural color. But what if

She uncorked the vial and Mrsha started sneezing. Erin felt the tang of a very strong dye in the air. She blinked.

Wait a moment. Do you mean?

Mrsha stared at the brown vial. Then at Krshia. Then at the idea spreading across the others faces. She got the simple idea too.

She ran for it. They chased her, but Mrsha refused. No! She was Mrsha the White! Wielder of the Erins Fire! Guardian of the Innthey would not

Kevin had been telling her Lord of the Rings stories. But the Gnoll couldnt escape the Garden with Erin blocking the door. And after a basin of water, a thrashing Gnoll who ruined everyones clothing

A brown Gnoll emerged from the [Garden of Sanctuary] half an hour later. Little Ekirra, whod been waiting for her, ran up, inhaled the still-strong fumes of dye, and began sneezing. Then he stared at Mrsha, who wore a shade of brown similar to her original colors.

Mrsha? Youre brown!

Yeah? And youre smelly. Mrsha shot back. She was in a bad mood. The dye wouldnt come off no matter how much she rolled about in the grass.

You see? Precautions and precautions. It will wear offespecially with water and soap. But I will take every effort.

Why does she have to be there?

Lyonette watched as Visma walked over, stroking at Mrshas fur as the Gnoll girl complained about the tyranny of adults. Krshia sighed.

She must, Lyonette, because the tribes must see her. Many are too set in the old ways. They will never accept my worda City Gnolls, they will saythat a Doombringer is not a bringer of calamity. Also

She lowered her voice.

I think it will protect Mrsha in the future.

The [Princess] head snapped back around.

Explain?

No Tribe will allow Mrsha to live who follows the old ways. They will try again and again. Just because she is she. By bringing her to the Meeting of Tribes, I may force the tribes to agree. Otherwise, news of Mrsha shall surely spread. I fear it may have already.

Lyonettes eyes flickered uncertainly. She wasnt convinced by many of Krshias arguments, most of which had their roots in her tribes prestige and power at the Meeting of Tribes. But thatthat had an uncomfortable ring of truth to it.

You dont know if youd succeed, though, Krshia. And if you fail

The Gnoll bared her teeth at Lyonette.

I must succeed. Which is why Erin Solstice will be there. Call hera weapon even the greatest tribes may not guard against, yes?

Lyonettes smile was unwilling, but it was there. Erin Solstice was a fine sneak attack weapon. Especially since the [Innkeeper] didnt know what shed do half the time.

I still dont like it.

I know you do not. But I have prepared more arguments. Mrshas safety is only the first thing I must convince you of. Let us sit, eat, drink more tea. And I will convince you fully. Or did you think I would trust this great event to a bit of dye and promises made? There areother reasons.

Something about the way she said that made Lyonette hesitate. She ducked back into the [Garden] as a half-dyed Erin stomped out, grumbling.

Keep laughing, Numbtongue! Ill dye you as well! I need a bath! Silveran, can you help me get the bathing area ready? Andsoap. I need soap.

Mrsha stuck out her tongue at Erin. The [Innkeeper] returned the gesture then noticed people were staring at her.

Miss Solsticethe tournament!

The others complained at their chess games. Erin had forgotten they were about that. And the final game awaited. She snapped her fingers.

Darn. But Im all dyed! MaybeI can soak in the tub and play chess since its just the magical chessboard? By myself.

Maybe Miss Octavia has a dye-remover?

The inn moved around the [Innkeeper]. Inside the garden, the [Princess] and Gnoll woman locked gazes. They appraised each other.

They were friends. But this was an issue neither could agree on. Lyonette was Mrshas mother. Krshia, despite everything, was still thinking of her tribe. And this was a project ten years in the making.

Ambition was something both understood. Still.

If it was the choice between putting Mrsha in danger with a one in a ten thousand chance of her getting hurt and not doing it, Id never do it, Krshia. Even if it made the Silverfang tribe the most powerful in all of Izril.

Krshia blew out her cheeks.

I will convince you, Lyonette. There are many reasons why she must come.

Name another one, then.

There are more of the Stone Spears tribes. Children, who may have white fur like Mrsha.

Lyonettes fingers slipped on her cup. She looked at Krshia, shocked.

Theyre all dead. Ryoka

Ryoka saw them die. And their tribe was wiped out. But I have heard that Zel Shivertail rescued some from the Goblin Lords army. They were given to the care of the cities he represented. Not Gnoll tribes. Especially ifthey had white fur.

That doesnt need Mrsha.

They are Doombringers. So is she. To overturn the tribes fear of them

Enough. Fine. Youve made your point. That doesnt change my opinion at all.

Lyonette lied, uncertain. Someone had to find those poor children. If they were in danger

It was good Mrsha could not hear this. Krshia nodded gravely. They sat on the hilltop, making sure no door to the inn appeared and no playing little brown Gnoll or her friends could listen in.

In that, they were smart. But theyd forgotten about the Hobgoblin, whod paused on his way out of the garden.

I have more reasons. Things to prod you with, at least. They might not all have my desired effect. Stillthere is another reason for Erin to come.

You can have Erin. Getting her out of the inn is your challenge, though.

Mm. Well, she might come. I have heard there is a Human one of the Tribes had found who is a stranger. And another speaks of a Human that fell out of the sky. Dead, attached to some strange seat made of materials they had never seen before.

Lyonettes eyes flickered. Airplane.

Erin, Ryoka, Kevin, Rosethey can go. With teams of adventurers guarding them. Mrsha

What if we introduced her to Chieftains of tribes I know would listen, first? And you would be therewe would have at least twenty, fifty tribes guaranteeing her protection before we brought it to all tribes in person.

Exasperated, Krshia snapped her knee with a paw.

She must be there, Lyonette! Gnolls are a literal people. To prove she is a child, not one carrying malice and ill-luck, they must see her! And they will, I am sure of it.

She eyed Lyonette.

You were more receptive to this before, Lyonette. You gave me assurances.

That was beforethis is too sudden.

Krshia snorted out her nose.

The Meeting of Tribes has been underway. You have known I wanted to take Mrsha. You wish another reason? Fineat the Meeting of Tribes, the Silverfangs [Shaman] will certainly formally let you adopt Mrsha as your child.

Lyonette spluttered.

She is my child!

I am aware. Peace. But this would make it official, especially in the eyes of all Gnoll tribes.

Why? Her family is dead! I took her in, cared for her

Lyonette was furious. But then she saw the flicker in Krshias gaze.

What?

The Gnoll turned her head.

Nothing.

Krshia Silverfang. What do you know? Mrshas family is dead. Her parents were[Miners]? Hunters? The entire Stone Spears tribe was wiped out. I know all the adults died, even if the children

The Gnoll wasnt meeting Lyonettes gaze. But shed let too much slip.

It was not easy to find out. But other Gnolls who knew the Stone Spears tribe told me that when Mrsha was born, herparents disowned her when they found out she did not speak. They wanted to abandon her. For their unworthiness, Urksh, the Chieftain of the Stone Spears tribe, exiled both and took Mrsha into the tribe to raise. They were gone long before the Goblin Lords army.

Lyonette looked around for Mrsha. But the door was closed. She relaxed. Againwithout looking for the right listeners. Numbtongue crawled up the side of the hill. Reiss stared at him and sat, invisible, right next to them.

Thatis just another reason for Mrsha not to go, then. Too much danger. And the Raskghar. Yes! I know youll bring them, wont you?

In my group. Which is not the one Mrsha will be part of.

Lyonette was shaking her head.

No. No. Not within a hundred miles of those things. Not even if you need her to convince the tribes. Do it with words! Do it without her! Ill find another Gnoll [Shaman] if I want to do your ceremony. And I dont need to! She is my daughter. And no rites will change that!

She turned and faced Krshia defiantly. The Silverfang Gnoll exhaled slowly.

Lyonette du Marquin. You claim her as your daughter. But, I think, you are not thinking of Mrshas future.

How dare you

Someday, she will grow and want to know her kind. If she is a Doombringer foreverand I have never heard of any regaining their colorshe will have to live in fear, hide her nature. The Meeting of Tribes will not come again for decades. I love Mrsha. I want to change our traditions for her.

The two looked at each other. Lyonettes arms were folded, Krshias brows were set. She sniffed the airthen set down her cup.

If you will not listen, perhaps Mrsha herself should decide. With all these factors in playdoes she have no will?

Shes a child. Dont you dare tell her!

By the Silverfang tribe. I will not.

-

Doombringers. So that lies at the heart of the Gnolls fear of white fur, eh? Well, Ive seen actual bad luck in my Gambler of Fates. She could use up our luck for a month. Cause calamityor bring great fortune. If a Doombringer brings doom, where is all the good luck?

Flos Reimarchs questions had no answer. Not from the Gnoll [Chieftains] he was speaking to. The King of Destruction ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

The Meeting of Tribes. I hoped to make it to the last one! And here is another Ill miss! The Gnoll people of Izril are not familiar to me. I had hoped to gain their aid as I took the battle to Izril. And here they are, gathered. Powerful tribes, eh?

Some could match a Walled Citys might, King of Destruction.

One of the [Shamans] murmured. Flos snapped his fingers.

Then one of you must return to Izril. Posthaste! Orsend word to your allies! If any would fight for material things like land, or a causetell them I would be their ally. A dangerous one, to be sure. But I will giveMedainto the Gnolls. Yes, and the Claiven Earth once I conquer it. That is a [King]s promise. Conditional on my victory!

He laughed. The Gnolls stared at him, but had he not already given them Hellios land? Already, they were looking at a castle in progress to defend their home ere he fell. They might have to defend what they had been given.

But that was how it worked. And Chandrar was such a vast place. A tantalizing offer.

-

Similarly, Wall Lord Ilvriss was musing about land and Gnolls in the same way. He was going down a list of his holdings with his trusted second, Alrric.

Youre a City Gnoll, Alrric. But do you think if I signed a contract forfeiting, say, Culondun Forest in perpetuity, it might turn some Gnolls heads?

If you had the entire forest? It might among some tribes, Wall Lord. But most distrust Drake contracts.

Damn.

Ilvriss had had the same thought Flos Reimarch did. After the disaster on Rhir with the Death of Magicwhich was taking more reinforcements away from Izril to fight the Demons, damn it all, he had looked for more powerful allies among Izril.

And thought of Gnolls. The Wall Lord drummed his claws on the table. He had a list of the Tribes, each one with a unique type of warrior at their disposal. The question wasloyalty and motivation. Price was hardly an object.

Would you consider going to the Meeting of Tribes as my representative, Alrric?

The Gnoll [Administrator] jumped. He nearly dropped the papers. Ilvriss eyed the curious reaction.

Iwould not be welcome, Wall Lord.

Even as a representative of? No, its a silly thought. Youre married. What am I thinking? My apologies.

Nothing of it, Wall Lord.

Alrric exhaled slowly as Ilvriss went back to planning. He wondered wherethe Wanderer was right now. Close, he hoped. As for the Meeting of Tribes?

Damn the Meeting of Tribes and Gnolls stroking each others tails and talking about their glory days. Alrric only hoped the Wall Lord didnt reach out to the more radical tribes. If they accepted, it would make his lifeand those of his peoplea lot harder in Salazsar. The tribes were a shadow of their glorious past, but what race didnt have their glory days long ago?

They were still dangerous.

-

Other groups planned for the Meeting of Tribes. Azkerash. Wistram. Even the Walled Cities, among other forces, took note of this moment.

A lot could happen there. Niers Astoragons students would be present. Representatives hoping to use or coerce the favor of other tribes.

People to trade, learn, or just sell goods. Humble merchants.

Travellers from Earth.

Even warriors from distant Rhir, like the Gnoll who had taken his first step on his homeland and fought in the company of friends from every species on 5th Wall.

First Warrior Merish, followed by a hopping little Lizardman with a peg leg and a staff. Returning to his tribe and home.

Erin Solstice blankly sat for a moment, having finished getting the dye off her skin. In a moment shed get back to the hotly-contested chess tournament, which was deciding the runners-up as the final game awaited.

Still. She had promised to go to Ryokas partyand still had no word on Ryoka Griffin other than that she was alive. She had not woken up.

After that? After thatErin sighed. She looked around her inn. The steamy bath room asideSnapjaw half-dozing in a hot-tub with a floating bowl of peanuts in the water over the controlled flamesher inn was a protective shell.

Like a hermit crab, the [Innkeeper] had crawled in here one day, blown up her inn, rebuilt it, blown it up

But it was her home. She did not leave it. She had been in Celum, and that was an ordeal in itself that she had taken a long time to get back from. She went to other cities via her magic doorbut a journey that far? Erin Solstice sighed.

I might as well get coffee while Im at it.

Whats that?

Energy beans.

Mm.

Snapjaw smacked her lips. Erin Solstice sat back and luxuriated in the heat for a moment. Wheels. Kevin made wheels.

It was just a thought. But it became a certainty. Uh oh. There was no taking it back.

I wonder if I can make a mini-inn on wheels or something?

She was going to the Meeting of Tribes.

Authors Note: For once, a short chapter! Avery short chapter! If 15,000 words has let you down, I deeply apologize.

But Im out of energy. Super-out. This month of November has been insane. I can say that, right? Big chapters, big events

One more month for the year! Ill be back, dont worry! Recharged! Ready to write! In the meantime, do vote on the side story coming back! I cant promise Ill be able to offer it again, especially with the end of Volume 7 so close. It should be up with the chapter. Thanks for reading, and see you next month!

Im going to snooze. Hopefully not in a hot tub.

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