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  1. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Open Chronicles A Welcome Scent of Death

    A rivulet of smoke rises from a small cooking brazier, shielded from the sun's rays by a sturdy tall-tent. Painted on all six sides with a desert scene, with an illuminated peacock feather in the middle of each, it was clearly the tent of a tradesman. The brazier warms a small array of...
  2. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Private Tales A Trade for the Trader

    Salih nods as the woman takes his hand, shaking quite firmly, and he mirrors the pressure in equal, no more than necessary, then releasing the grip. It always surprised him how frequently the peoples of other lands tended to respond to his form of greeting with a shake of the hand, whether they...
  3. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Fable - Ask A Blade, a Banner, a Bulletin

    "Formal one, aren't you?" grinned the man before him, amused, as he mimmicked Salih's gesture of greeting, leaving his hand available at the end as he introduced himself. Garrod Arlette of Alliria. You have spirit, my friend. Spirit indeed. Salih takes the proffered hand-clasp, giving a...
  4. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Private Tales A Trade for the Trader

    "Amentotankhatra, Amentotankhatra, mother An-her Sennofre and father Sadiki send their son with wares!" he called in Common, in the hopes of drumming up repeat customers, followed with what was most likely the same phrase in his mother tongue, deep and rolling. The crowds of Maraan around him...
  5. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Open Chronicles As You Sow

    "Sal-iilum yawmina siegħa, saeuta, nitqat, 'aħal-min-familati salegħi u 'il-kowaeazmutagħha, u għawasiħatay, eadluizzja tagħha." A warm breeze whipped in from the North, dry and burning with salt and loose grains of sand, tasting of sweet kelp and hunting-fish. "Sal-iilum yawmina siegħa...
  6. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Fable - Ask A Blade, a Banner, a Bulletin

    Salih turns his head in the direction of the voice and it's unseen possessor, intrigued and amused by the unconcerned, mischievous tone. Many that Salih had met would refuse to jest about DJinni for fear of some retribution. Nor would many be able to find a true one that'd give it, in his...
  7. An-her Amentotankhatra

    Fable - Ask A Blade, a Banner, a Bulletin

    Akroó! Hark! 'Asagh! To the willing or brave, see here! I am unable, and unwilling, to put my body through the abuse of adventure. I have in my possession a set of instructions, intended to lead one to an object of great desire. I want this object found and brought to me, and the reward shall be...
  8. An-her Salih Amentotankhatra