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A plague finds it's way into the aeries of Helisto's Tarns. A sickness that though not fatal makes the beasts incapable. This is the beginning of the end of the excessive creatures on an island that in the best of times can not sustain so many. The mark of many hundreds is throughout the island. Many wish only quiet and prosperity. But it is known now that one. Just one must bring himself to face…
Racing, running, escaping guards that throw stones and sticks at him. Leaps on toop of market stall roofs to avoid the monsters that are men. Well beasts he thinks. My kith and kin know your foul type well. Screams in pain as an arrow slices a cut in his scalp then as he chitters in anger he throws the red bead. No reason to be here now, family had been warned. The Jit runs full out and leaps to…
Pants from running in the sun. So hot here need shady spot! He walks down to the wharf then comes to rest in the shade of an umbrella that covers a food stall. "Hey 'ere wee jit, git!" The stall keeper shouts and throws topsit at the jit. The jit cetches the fruit and eats it waving to the nice fellow that pitched it to him. The stall owner sees the tattoo in the jit's palm and grins ear to ear.…
Racing along the main beam he leaps into the air and is caught in the sheet on the mainmast of the ship that held the black heart. The cold one that though he paid well, was short and cruel when he spoke. "Oh captain darling! I have done as you asked" He smiled and flipped his fingers in what should have been an endearing wave. "Keldor got the kit then?" The Captain asked as if he could not…