Chapter 8.30

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Released on: July 13, 2021, 7:44 p.m.

Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:24 p.m.

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Most mentioned character

293 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Rags	123
Adetr Steelfur	121
Gireulashia Ekhtouch	73

Most mentioned class

50 mentions

[Shaman]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Chieftain]	24
[Shamanic Warrior]	20
[Warrior]	17

Most mentioned skill

2 mentions

[Vision of Greatest Battle]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Superiority Made Manifest]	2
[Bull’s Rush]	1
[Immobilizing Touch]	1

Most mentioned spell

2 mentions

[Fireball]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Invisible]	2
[Camouflage]	1
[Haste]	1

Most mentioned location

24 mentions

Rhir

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Liscor	16
Pallass	16
Izril	12

Mentions

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Name	Text
Merish	Chief Warrior Merish heard rustling around his small yurt; comfortable, large enough to do a small circle around in, and as plush as you could want, really. It was packed with pillows, blankets, enough so that he had complained on seeing that he didn’t need the bed; he could lie on the blankets and stay several feet off the ground.
Merish	Someone stopped just outside the tent flaps. They sensed Merish waking up; or just knew him. A furry head poked through the flaps. A grin; russet brown fur with a bit of red, like his. Unlike his though, there was no blue and white dye in a warrior’s pattern, magic, the source of part of his powers.
Merish	“Merish, another good morning! Did I wake you?”
Merish	Merish heard a rustling sound, and then something small and even more squirrel-like popped through the tent flaps.
Merish	Sveha and Ikl, the two children of Merish’s sister charged into his tent. They leapt onto the bedding and the big Gnoll—until their mother called them back.
Khaze	“It’s fine, Khaze.”
Merish	Merish got up, and stared at the two little Gnoll cubs rolling around. They sat up obediently, and he looked at little Sveha, still running around on all fours, and her older brother, Ikl.
Khaze	Khaze sighed, but in the next moment she was smiling again. She led Merish out of the guest-tent in their subclan, part of the great Plain’s Eye Tribe that was camped at the Meeting of Tribes.
Merish	Khaze sighed, but in the next moment she was smiling again. She led Merish out of the guest-tent in their subclan, part of the great Plain’s Eye Tribe that was camped at the Meeting of Tribes.
Merish	Around Merish was a sea of tents, and Gnolls rising to greet the pre-dawn day. Many still slept, but it reminded him of an army’s camp…and not of one at the exact same time. So many tents, but lacking the military straightness, the layout he was used to. At the same time…
Merish	Two Gnolls rolled out of the tent behind him. Merish and Khaze turned. His younger sister’s children literally rolled out, doing somersaults forward until they got dizzy and lay on the ground. Merish just stared at them. Khaze snorted with laughter.
Khaze	Two Gnolls rolled out of the tent behind him. Merish and Khaze turned. His younger sister’s children literally rolled out, doing somersaults forward until they got dizzy and lay on the ground. Merish just stared at them. Khaze snorted with laughter.
Merish	Two Gnolls rolled out of the tent behind him. Merish and Khaze turned. His younger sister’s children literally rolled out, doing somersaults forward until they got dizzy and lay on the ground. Merish just stared at them. Khaze snorted with laughter.
Khaze	Two Gnolls rolled out of the tent behind him. Merish and Khaze turned. His younger sister’s children literally rolled out, doing somersaults forward until they got dizzy and lay on the ground. Merish just stared at them. Khaze snorted with laughter.
Viri Taxshirul	“Uncle Viri!”
Merish	Merish blinked. Uncle? Khaze, though, just laughed again.
Khaze	Merish blinked. Uncle? Khaze, though, just laughed again.
Merish	She wasn’t perturbed by it, so Merish said nothing. He stood in the middle of the tents, the hustle and bustle, and realized he didn’t have his axe. He wore only a loincloth; he didn’t need armor with his shaman markings—he was a [Shamanic Warrior], after all—but a weapon was different.
[Shamanic Warrior]	She wasn’t perturbed by it, so Merish said nothing. He stood in the middle of the tents, the hustle and bustle, and realized he didn’t have his axe. He wore only a loincloth; he didn’t need armor with his shaman markings—he was a [Shamanic Warrior], after all—but a weapon was different.
Viri Taxshirul	“Well, I hoped you were up. Ikl, Sveha, get more baskets. Two…no, three. Viri will be up soon, and Ikl and you can share.”

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