[centre][h1][sup]The ap-Cantar[/sup][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YnoqnEZ.jpg?1[/img][/centre] [hider=Summary]X) Hunt down the Mewaris and deliver them up, dead or alive, to the riverfolk up the Tala. The ap-Cantar decide to finish of the Mewari.[/hider] And the spear was raised high, the wickerwork shield was set upon the head, feet beat at the earth, and the war shout rose resoundingly. The warriors were gathered, all one-hundred and ninety of them, and the two [i]qoljulas[/i] left behind by the most noble Hiwcantar, wily Miksuin and stalwart Furrayn, stood before them and were in all ways glorious. And the foremost warriors of Tilaticantar revelled in the all-consuming power and might granted them by GREAT Cantar, and the war roar enveloped them and caused the fires that lusted after battle to rise even within them. And Furrayn spoke. 'It has reached you, and they know best who have seen with the twain,' and he gestured to his eyes, 'that the Mewaris are an evil lot. What begins in evil is destined for nothing other than evil. Look how they cast out their weak, and how we take them in and welcome them - for it has come down through our chieftain Hiwcantar that GREAT Cantar has made the riverfolk as one with us - and we are endlessly merciful to our own, unapologetically cruel against all others, fierce in battle, gracious in victory. We have been gracious to them in victory because they are our brothers yet, despite their crimes and heresy. But they are as the rabid dog that ravages the hand that seeks to discipline and feed, and so that hand must now become the one that puts them out. We shall put them out!' The declaration was met with hard, determined stares and nods, a few warriors beat the ground with the butts of their spears. Furrayn turned on Miksuin and the two nodded to one another before Furrayn raised his spear and shouted for his warriors to go forth. Some eighty warriors set out with the [i]qoljula[/i]. Some days of travel later and they found themselves staring out at what remained fo the town of the Mewaris from the long grass at the bank of the Tala. 'They are dogs, and shall be hunted as dogs.' Furrayn declared, splitting his [i]jula[/i] up into units of ten and commanding them to track and hunt down these brigands. 'Capture them alive and deliver them to the villages up the river. If you must kill them then do so, and deliver their bodies up. That all may know that we are the punishers and that we here are the protectors. They who incur our wrath can hope for no protection, and they whom we protect may fear no punishment!' And so it was.