Day 158 - Bez Drock's Wake

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**Bez Drock's Wake**

**Day 158 (20th July)**

At the wake there is much story telling, and copious amounts of alcohol consumed, particularly by the Shanah worshippers amongst the clans but also by more than a few of the Wildwood adherents.

During the wake Joshua latches on to a couple of clansmen sitting on the outskirts of the campfire deep in discussion. They are obviously somewhat inebriated, but not overly so.

The clansmen are:

Lik Hammerhead: Orc warrior of the Sharktooth clan, also apprentice listener (Wildwood worshipper)

Chrithson: Senior Maratasen warrior of the Razorclaw clan, relatively even tempered for a Razorclaw Maratasen.

(Joining later)

Tian Farstride: Junior warrior Shaman Centaur of the Wolverine clan

……..

(overheard)

Chrithson: “You could well be right, but I still think we wait and watch.”

Lik: “Look, all I am saying is that…..”

(spotting Joshua)

Lik: “Welcome, join us if you wish.”

Chrithson: “You were with Bez recently, weren’t you.”

(much idle chatter and discussions around Bez Drock)

Chrithson: “So are you coming back West with us, or sticking with your ideas of returning to Willston?”

Joshua: “Still considering to be honest….what do you think we should do?”

Chrithson: “Well, much as I am not keen on the Elves – particularly in light of the stories coming out of Stormhaven, this Rasten bloke seems to at least be a bit more reasonable.”

Lik (looking round): “Is is as I said, fanatics are what always cause the trouble.”

Chrithson: “We have been through this, lets just wait.”

Lik: “Until it might be too late, you know how hot-headed some people can be.”

Chrithson: “You calling me sword happy.”

Lik (laughing): “C’mon mate, for a Razorclaw you are a positive pacifist, but that still means I wouldn’t want to piss on your fodder.”

Chritson (also smiling): “Yeah, guess there is a reason why they call me Thinker, but not to my face.”

Lik: “In all seriousness, I am not sure how you folks will get back to Willston though, Ghoulagabba may be currently taking a hammering here but this is only one of their armies – and from what I gather, not the strongest. At a minimum they will be looking to keep Willston bottled up.”

Chrithson: “Indeed, but would it be safe for them to come with us?”

Lik: “I cannot see anything happening for a while.”

Joshua: “Happening, how do you mean.”

Lik: “What do you know about the Thunder Clan?”

Joshua: “Not that much, everyone here seems pleased to see them though.”

Chrithson: “Big word, seems”

Lik: “Let me tell you a little bit about them”

Chrithson: “Lik wants to be a speaker one day, so prick up your ears young human.”

(You get the full Thunder Clan fact sheet, halfway through a centaur introducing himself as Tian joins – bringing some fresh skins of alcohol)

Tian: “Well told Lik, obviously you have been practicing!”

Lik: “To be honest, until the Giants began appearing, I hadn’t given that tale much thought”

Tian: “Some of the old tales always turn out to be the most important. At least with the Thunderers return we will have an easier time of returning home, and then – there will be a reckoning I feel.”

Chrithson: “With Ghoulagabba?”

Tian: “Of course, but also with others….”

A Thunder Clan giant passes nearby, heading towards the centre of the wake. Tian sees him passing.

Tian: “Will catch up with you later, just need a quick word.”

Lik: “See what I mean!”

Chrithson: “Well there will always be some who are blind.”

Lik: “Get enough blind people and they will kill the sighted – out of pure jealousy”

Christhson: “If they can find them…..”

Joshua: “Sorry, I am not following.”

Lik: “Look I can’t say much, but this afternoon the Thunder Clan appointed a new Knight. They haven’t had a Knight since they left Far Haven.”

Joshua: “So they are a fighting force again.”

Lik: “Yes, a formidable clan indeed, the new Knight is from exile, turns out that the exiles maintained the position of Knight within themselves – so he was an obvious choice.”

Joshua: “OK.”

Chrithson: “The new Knights name, is the same as all Knights elected by the exiles.”

Lik: “Soratan.”

Chrithson: “Look we had better stay quiet for the moment, if may all be a false concern but none of us want history to try and repeat itself.”

Lik (rising to his feet): “Indeed, anyway – good luck to you all, whatever path you choose.”

Chrithson (also rising): “I need to get drunk I think.”

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