[b][u]Southern Cormyral[/u][/b]
Several days had long passed since the unfortunate arrival of the Craitan Corsairs, the modest and nameless coastal town was now in ruin and lifeless, buildings torn down or charred, smoke still towering over the ruins. encircling the town were hundreds of tents set up hastily since the arrival, encircling the camp was a makeshift fence, any unused planks now acquisitioned by the corsairs combined with any spare lumber aboard the Craitan Vessels. All of the town's people had been herded into a small corner of the camp, small groups packed into wooden cells.

In the town center, Jarlan Urgan and his personal guard circled a pile of spare wood, now blazing with flames, feasting upon the town's stores of meat. "How much you think the whelps and wenches will fetch us?" A particularly burly Grogar and Jarlan's righthand, Gargin Zahc spoke. 

"The usual." Jarlan replied as he gorged on leg of lamb. "Not enough for the riches we seek...we need something more....exotic." He paused a moment as he tore off the last bits of meat from the bone, tossing it aside to a moderately sized pile of chewed up bones. "Get used to the weather boys, we'll be here for quite a while. It'll all be worth it, enough slaves to keep the market's afloat for months, even years! The coins will be endless!" Cheers followed from his men. "We're going to assemble the warbands, it's about time we started to collect our bounty."

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[b][u]Eastern Tarkima[/u][/b]
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A day a passed since their faithful encounter with the Yeti, Firgus, Olaf and their guard companion continuing their [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gokhBJWSjeM]journey[/url] back to the Clan stronghold of Heimyal. The mood in the air was a peaceful one as they traversed though the serene wilderness of Tarkima, a rather ironic thing to say considering the people of the land, yet despite this, there was beauty to be found in the "warmer" seasons in Tarkima. The two aged men sat in the back of the carriage with the fresh kill, the lone guard responsible for directing the yak pulling the cart to Heimyal. The two friends causally converse, as they near the stronghold, about another day's worth of travel. "The more I think." Firgus said. "The more I feel farald is worthy man for my little Elina."

"See my friend!" Oalf exclaimed joyously. "I knew you would come around to it eventually." Firgus gave a hearty laugh. "Yes yes, the boy has still much to prove, but for the time being, he'll make a good husband for my little ice fairy." Ice fairy, Elina used to love being called that in her younger years, over time, it's became a title of shame of which her father regular enjoys humorously spouting much to her dismay.

"I just love for the safety and comfort of my bed." Firgus said. 

"Don't we all?" Olaf replied. The two made one more round of heart laughter until a loud beastly roar was heard. "Oh by the gods..not again.." the guard muttered as he noticed another yeti bursting from a small cluster of trees, ready to strike at its prey. "Whoa!" he ordered the two yaks. The guard was quick to hop down and unsheathe his sword as he came charging at beast, swinging his sword to intimidate the Yeti. "Back beast! Back!" 

Firgus and Olaf were soon to join him, but he objected. "No my lord! I'll hold off the beast! Go now!" 

Firgus nodded and complied with his request, hopping over to the seat "Go!" he ordered the yaks as they fled from the scene. Both Olaf and firgus giving one last glimpse of the brave guard as the Yeti grabbed a hold on him an fled with its new prey.