Viri Taxshirul
First mention (by name): 7.34 C
First appearance: 7.34 C
Species: Lizardfolk
Status: Alive
- Viri
Aliases for Viri Taxshirul
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| 7.34 C | “Hey! You’re the Drakes, right? I’m Viri! We heard you were coming! It’s great to meet fellow scale-folk!” |
| 7.34 C | “Hrr. I am Chief Warrior Merish. Pleased to meet you, Viri, is it?” |
| 7.34 C | Viri waved a claw at the other Lizardfolk, who were shouting greetings. Cirille tried to smile. |
| 7.34 C | Merish peered at Viri’s staff, perplexed. |
| 7.34 C | Viri drew his staff and swung it around. Cirille took a step back. Delezza looked amused. |
| 7.34 C | Ossky grumbled. Viri laughed. |
| 7.34 C | Cirille saw the Lizardman raise his stick. He planted his staff like a vaulting pole and leapt. The Drakes, Gnolls, and everyone in the vicinity stared up. Viri flew. Cirille saw him soar about twenty feet forwards in a single jump before his pole struck the battlements again. And he flew. |
| 7.34 C | Viri landed and beckoned to Cirille. The Drake Commander followed him out of curiosity. But the other Drakes were still annoyed. Something about Lizardfolk just rubbed Drakes the wrong way. |
| 7.34 C | “Utter no more rudeness. I am resting, Viri. Wake me for food. I will see you, Commander Cirille. Cards.” |
| 7.34 C | He coiled back up. The Lizardman waved at Cirille as she pulled Shellc back. The Drake kept his mouth shut. He was pale; Viri seemed to think the meeting had gone well. |
| 7.34 C | Viri spoke up, a bit too loud. Tom’s eyes darted left. He giggle uncontrollably. |
| 7.35 C | Actually—she and the [Knight] seemed equally matched. Commander Uxel was coiled up as Viri—who was an officer for some reason—sipped goat’s milk. Just…goat’s milk. Nothing alcoholic for the Lizardfolk. |
| 7.35 C | Viri looked up. Cirille nodded. |
| 7.35 C | The question came from Viri. The [Longstick Jumper] sat on the edge of his chair, perching there. He looked at the Drakes, the Gnolls—no one had an answer for them. |
| 7.35 C | She saw 4th Infantry moving with precision at her commands, but the disengage and flank maneuver was hindered when the other wing of Commander Uxel’s Lizardfolk [Skirmishers], led by Viri, caught Merish’s group and wiped them out. |
| 7.35 C | They were stuck on Rhir. In hell itself. She didn’t hate anyone here. Well, except maybe Quiteil. And whoever had swiped her tea rations from home. She suspected Viri. And Delezza winning every damn hand of cards… |
| 7.35 C | “I’m going after him. Far Hunter Deirr—take your people and all the Gnolls under your command and uh—trade with Viri’s group.” |
| 7.35 C | “I will give you Viri and a [Mage] division. I want to see what Drake spears do.” |
| 7.35 C | The clipped voice came through the speaking stone. Cirille hated that he was right. She chewed on her lip as Merish burped and froze Viri’s face as the Lizardman tried to peer into his open mouth. |
| 7.35 C | A voice spoke on the walls. The others turned. It was Viri. The Lizardman had leapt up onto the walls in a single motion with his pole. |
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