Horicabu
lil Imp
The merchant; a plump, rather short figure with the name Twelve Fingers, was delighted when the gates of the city opened for his caravan. Guards led them to a market, where his lackeys began to set up stalls and unpack their goods. Beautiful, strange, and dark things were put on display. Among their wares were weapons, armor, pottery, and trinkets carved in swirls and orifices that seemed to evoke inhuman voices and thoughts. It was the first time the people of Obus had ever seen the art of Slua. Whether with wonder or morbid curiosity, the citizens of Tauru gathered round these newcomers. The Worm Knight sat on a crate, back bent with the load of his armor. The slits in his leaden helmet seemed to suck sunlight from the air. People kept their distance from the creature.
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Twelve Fingers, delighted to see his stock garnering attention, was rather irritated when the city officials asked for his presence. Nevertheless, the Sluan complied. He'd be rich by the time all this was done, after all. What was one little diversion?
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Twelve Fingers, delighted to see his stock garnering attention, was rather irritated when the city officials asked for his presence. Nevertheless, the Sluan complied. He'd be rich by the time all this was done, after all. What was one little diversion?