“I… I don't know. He's been lagging behind for a while. Maybe he fell.”
The foul-smelling wind that followed may or may not have been Sahl's imagination. He immediately turned Zephyr about and headed back, his heart pounding harder by the minute. There _had_ been something on that boat, he thought.
With Sahl and Zephyr safely in the lead, the soldier allowed some space to pass before he started. Soon, he came forward, ashamed of his cowardice, and rode almost next to Sahl.
The man must have been missing for quite some time, because even at a gallop, they rode half an hour without finding him. Finally, they had reason to stop. Twenty paces away was a soldier of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index, lying on the ground in disarray, the hilt of a knife protruding from his chest. The soldier dismounted and shook the man, and seeing no life in him, pulled out the long knife and laid it on the ground. “He didn't yell?” That question was quickly answered, when he rolled the man over to reveal an arrow crushed under the back of his neck. The shot had been perfect.
The tension was palpable as both men came to the same realization. Whoever it was who shot the soldier was almost certainly aware of them, and was most likely biding his time until just the right opportunity.
The muscles in Sahl's jaws rhythmically bunched and unbunched as he carefully nocked an arrow of his own and motioned for the other to mount up.
No time for burials. If the two men didn't get going, and quickly, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. was sure that one or both of them would be ready for his own funeral in short order.
When the other horse had started moving, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. climbed up the side of his – he still hadn't been able to master the quick jump that the soldiers used – and spurred Zephyr into a gallop. Almost immediately, however, both horses reared to a stop to avoid running into the dead soldier's animal, which was standing across the path in the most inconvenient way possible.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. heeled Zephyr to the right as sharply as he could, hoping to circumvent the other animal obstructing the path. He couldn't keep himself from glancing behind from moment to moment, praying that there would be nothing there. And that the remaining soldier would not also decide to veer right.
The timing could not have been more fortunate, for just as Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. turned, an arrow shot past, nearly piercing the warrior's neck.
Alarmed, Sahl leapt farther to the right, performed a shoulder-roll off his horse, then came up in a crouch. His scimitar leapt from its scabbard. The time for dodging and running was past; not even Zephyr could outrun an arrow.
As he scanned the terrain, the Bedouin mouthed a calming mantra. He was at peace with his fate. Truth to tell, he'd managed to live a good bit longer than he ever expected he would. The tragedy would not be to die, but to die dishonored, shot in the back while fleeing.
The soldier maneuvered his horse next to the other soldier's, and crouched down between them, ready to jump out of the way if one or the other horse tried to run. His chosen spot was safe, but it made killing him a mere matter of shooting one of the horses in the leg.
The next two arrows shot out of the woods from different directions, almost hitting each other, and barely missing Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s face. He could not decide whether they were two close calls, or beautifully executed warning shots. If the latter, Sahl would have no defense against a shot that accurate, especially exposed on the path, with unseen attackers.
A garbled phrase came out of the woods from all sides. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. listened more carefully the second time the phrase came. “Ada'sada'hay,” it said, and Sahl could have sworn it was a mimicry of Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s windy voice almost a month before.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s presence would have been too great a stroke of luck for Sahl to give it more than passing consideration. At that moment, he had far too much on his plate, anyway. He'd nearly decided that the arrows missing had been intentional, and that thought was frightening enough in and of itself. His determination had served him in good stead on many occasions before, and he was more determined than ever to survive now. Sahl's eyes narrowed and his jaw muscles flexed, his gaze darting furiously as he tried to catch a glimpse of his attackers. The scimitar's worn hilt was a comfort, resting easily as it did in his hand.
“Ada'sada'hay!” The voice was not human. Or at least, it could compare to no crowded chant Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. had ever heard. “Ada'sada'hay!” A faint rustling sound came from the woods to Sahl's left.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. glanced briefly to his left, trying to catch a glimpse of what was hiding there, but he saw nothing. He breathed in, slowly, through his nostrils. If the hidden archers were as accurate as he thought, running would serve no purpose. If they had intended to warn him with their shots, what were they trying to say? Stay? Go? Whoever they were were obviously in the woods, and the dense greenery probably afforded no safety. He was trapped, and until he could find out more…
“Who are you?” Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. called out. “I am being too poor. No money. I am leaving if you tell me.”
All movement in the forest stopped. It seemed that even the wind was afraid to speak in such a moment.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. stood waiting, counting slowly backwards from ten. When nothing else occurred, he spat at the ground insultingly, then sheathed his blade. He turned his back and walked towards his horse.
Suddenly, the warrior was surrounded by a uniform, reverberating yell. Ulan's soldier, who had begun to stand, quickly fell back to the ground and clutched his ears. Sahl was tempted to do the same. The yell slowly quieted, and the trees of the forest seemed to transform as two people stepped out from behind each. Every one was a member of that inhuman race with whom Ardithplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigArdith
Ardith's long hair is tied in a bun with cords dyed with berry juice, two each of red, blue and black. She wears an unbleached linen shift and bodice, a deerskin jerkin, and low brown boots. Ardith always wears the Sign of Andritha on a chain around her neck. The Sign is a three inch circle of copper with a large onyx in the center, obviously quite heavy, but had tried to speak. The Brinninig stood on either side of every tree and every bush, some armed with bows and drawn arrows, others with daggers, and at least a third with no weapons at all. It seemed that they went on forever, a pair of short people with a tall tree between them, in front of another tree and another pair, in front of another and another, as far as Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s eyes could penetrate into the woods.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. froze and turned slowly, holding his hands out to indicate peaceful intention. He paused. “What do you want?” he asked, loudly but not shouting. Another pause followed, when nothing in the forest moved, and Sahl could hear nothing but his own breathing and that of the soldier. Then, before he could react, two arrows shot past him, one on either side of his head. The one on the left flew so close that he felt the air move when it passed.
Sahl did his best not to flinch. He turned his head slightly and spoke softly to the guardsman. “Mount. Ride,” he said tersely. The soldier looked back at Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., wide-eyed with fear.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. spared the man a small, exasperated sigh. The creatures did not want him dead, or he would be so already. They did not seem to want him to leave, either. But their attentions were focused on him, and not his companion. “Go. I am being the one they want.”
The soldier watched the silent creatures in terror, as he slowly inched backward. Then, with a sudden bound, he was on his horse. He spurred its sides almost hard enough to tear its flesh, and rode as fast as he could manage. All the Brinninig watched him, and, although they were not children or men of a kind Sahl knew anything about, he thought he saw a look of hesitant fear in some of their eyes.
The soldier was only twenty yards away when an arrow appeared in his back. The momentum of his horse carried him much farther, totally out of sight, before he collapsed to the ground with a distant thud. His horse could be heard faintly, galloping away.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. cursed softly, angry now, at the waste of human life, but knowing his own life depended on his self control. Moving very slowly, he held his empty hands out before him. “I mean you no harm,” he said softly. “What do you want from me?”
Then, recalling his previous encounter with the Brinninig, he thought, 'These Brinninig are violent and careless of other races. They seem to understand only strength. Let us see if there is something that they respect!' Stepping forward boldly, he glared around at the Brinninig, and raising his voice in a harsh whisper, as like that of the windborne voice that had saved him on the previous occasion, “Ada'sada'hay!” he hissed. Again, “Ada'sada'hay! Ada'sada'hay! Do you understand that you bloodthirsty bastards? Ada'sada'hay! Speak, you killers, you skulkers in shadows! Speak if you be not cowards! Ada'sada'hay!”
By the fourth time he uttered those words, several of the Brinninig had stepped back, and many had lowered their bows. The rest seemed stunned into immobility. Then, without warning, all broke into chaos. Many of the creatures seemed to vanish without a trace, others ran as fast as they could away from that place, making no noise with their feet, but a myriad of unpronounceable syllables with their mouths. Arrows flew, but no one, as far as Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. could tell, was hit. Without giving him time to act, five or more of the Brinninig rushed the warrior, and an unseen weapon knocked him unconscious.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. woke, looking into the night sky. Around him, the forest was quiet but for the buzz of insects and the rustling of needles and leaves in the wind. The forest's smells had returned as well. Sahl remembered with surprise that the thousands of bodies that had been around him had removed scent, rather than adding it. His first thoughtful breath brought in the smells of pine, berries and autumn flowers, and of horses. Sahl looked down the path, and saw the two soldiers' horses standing, facing away from him, back north, the way they had come. Riding them were figures roughly constructed from branches and shrubs, at least eight feet tall, with absurdly wide heads, and comically bulbous bodies.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. groaned and attempted to rise. A wave of weakness and dizziness hit him and he fell back to his knees. He paused to gain strength and stood up, slowly. Peering about, he saw his own horse Zephyr standing quietly a few yards away. “Good horse,” he said, patting Zephyr's neck, “you not run away, leave old Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. to walk.”
After a few minutes, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. felt his strength returning. From Zephyr's saddle he untied his waterskin, taking a few short sips because he knew too much would make him sick after a head blow. He sprinkled more water on the lump on back of his head to ease the throbbing where the Brinninig had hit him.
'What shall I do now?' he debated. 'This forest is too dangerous to travel, I must get out of these cursed trees, and quickly. But the plant men are pointing north to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. It seems that the Brinninig want me to go north. No choice then, I must ride back to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index and then think of what next.'
Working swiftly, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. gathered the horses belonging to the two dead guardsmen. There was no trace of the soldiers themselves. The rough figures on horseback he propped up by the side of the road, still pointing north. Maybe they would work to turn back any traveler foolish enough to use the forest path. He chose the strongest of the soldier's horses as his mount in order to rest Zephyr, and led the other two horses behind his mount. By his calculation he had 7 days of travel to get back to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. The path to Grenzig was less than half that distance, but was closed to any human. Tense and watchful, the desert warrior rode the forest path, his hand never far from his sword hilt.
With three horses at his disposal, the going was much faster than Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. had expected, which was good, because Sahl had more than a little reason to get out of the forest quickly. But although he was ready at all times for a sudden attack, he saw no sign of the Brinninig. The forest produced all its usual sounds, and had all its usual smells.
On the twelfth of Farinon, four quiet days after Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s adventure with the Brinninig, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. woke up from a fitful and unsatisfactory sleep to a cold crisp morning. His hands and feet were numb and he stamped life into them energetically. “This is no place for the son of Hakariim,” he grunted.
Overnight he had built a windbreak of branches with a bed of branches and two blankets he had found slung behind his two spare horses. That along with the fire had kept him alive if uncomfortable. The horses had not fared too badly; they had natural oils in their hair which kept them warm and dry in weather that would quickly kill an unprotected man.
Smiling, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. recalled the happy days of his boyhood under desert stars. Like many rich fathers, Hakariim had sent his son to be fostered by a bedou nomad family so that he might learn the ways of the desert. He remembered Ibrahim, the stern patriarch whom he had called grandfather: 'Remember boy! You always brush and groom a horse at the start of a ride, never at the end of the day. Aywah has put a natural protection into the hair of horses and if you brush it out then they will suffer the cold of the desert night, even as you do.' Ibrahim had shown the young Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. the deep intimate knowledge of the desert that allowed the nomads to survive the savage days and the bitter nights. Cursing himself, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. recalled the simple way in which the nomads warded off the chill of night. 'Curse you for a fool, son of Hakariim!' he swore. 'How old Ibrahim would have laughed to see you shivering these few days'. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. then took one of the horse blankets and draped it over his head like a chouder. The left edge of the blanket he threw over his right shoulder and then the right edge over the left shoulder, where it hung naturally without need for brooch or fastening of any kind. This provided him with a thick cloak and hood with triple protection from the front, while still leaving his hands free to hold the reins or perform any other task. Happier, and a good deal warmer, he mounted up and continued along the forest path to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index.
The day grew colder, and the blanket was no longer enough to protect Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.. A cold breeze made him squint his drying eyes, and worked its way into his clothing and under the metal links of his armor. Even the horses did not do as well as Sahl had expected. They were used to being stabled at times like these.
Late in the afternoon, it began to snow. By evening there was a quarter inch of snow on Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s blanket, and the horses' manes were saturated with ice crystals. Nevertheless, the warrior pressed on, moving faster to keep the horses warm. As they walked, he removed his chainmail, folded it carefully, and put it into one of the saddlebags. It was only conducting heat away from his body.
When the last light threatened to disappear, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. left the path and found a dense thicket which would protect him from the wind. He tethered the horses close together for warmth, and gathered dead wood for a fire. He spent the night in an uncomfortable sleep, alert for any threatening sound, and sensitive to any waning of the fire.
So the big question is, why did this turn take more than a year and a half to produce? Simple. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. has been played by three characters over the course of this turn, so his game has taken a few breaks. For those keeping track of various players' writing styles, here's the breakdown of the turn:
Shaun Sides played only through the third paragraph of this turn, and dropped out of the game in mid-2000.
Mike VanHelder started in mid-2001, and played until the second soldier was shot by the Brinninig. He vanished a couple months after he started.
Mohammed Qureshi started in April 2002. It's easy to tell where he joined, because Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s speaking style changed dramatically.