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Storms presided over the Jagged Teeth ranges to the south, clouds of blue and black coming alight with the pulsing of silent lightning, and this sight and sights like it joining Jhinn at the onset of his journey east. Dusk descended and the westering sun fell as if into a chasm of clouds such that its orange blaze sat like an evil eye ringed all the way round by dark and smoky obscura, narrow light from the finality of day cast in a thin blade across the badland. Jhinn rose along the slow incline of a ridge and walked silhouetted against the lightning of the south and the baleful sunset of the west. Along that spine he walked, boots treading the dust and the scrub, and the smell of rain came then flowing with the wind. All that night he trekked through the downpour.
When came the morning and the gray light of the new dawn all the sky overhead hosted the ceaseless march of clouds from the south and the east, the Jagged Teeth not enough to dissuade their advance. Jhinn made a fire and dried himself as best he could and he smothered his fire and moved on.
And it was then, after the night of heavy rain and in the gray morning, did he notice his pursuer. A dark shape, made so by the distance, trailing in his wake. The pursuer so far as he could tell had the form of a tiefling, yet he remained uncertain.
He continued all that day with the resolve in mind to find a suitable place to confront his pursuer. Come the night he sat against the sheer wall of a cleft in the earth, its height not outside the upper reach of his outstretched arms. Rest would not come easy, and only in brief episodes. Yet with the cleft to his back and a sharp decline to his front, full of scree waiting to be disturbed, he was only truly approachable from the path by which he had come.
The next morning saw pockets of blue and sparse shafts of sun piercing through the cloud cover, though these respites came and went and still the overcast skies rolled over the Jagged Teeth mountains and spread widely throughout the badlands. Jhinn traveled this day down from the rough ridges and saddles and draws and came to flatter land were the dust blew not so freely and ahead lay denser scrub and even Malarn trees in their rugged, crooked statures, and further on he heard the bubbling of a stream and came to it, and he drank and refilled his water and crossed the stream and moved on.
Passing through the strip of Malarn trees he would ascend a small rise and there at the top come across a ruined waystation from the Second Potentate, its broken walls like an ancient and dilapidated crown upon that rise. Here he would meet his pursuer, blade in hand, and it would be known if his weapon would cross with another.
Jhinn hid, for there were many old buildings, even if barely standing, and waited.
Night would come again, and again his rest only punctuated long periods of vigilance. Dawn saw the true light of the sun, for in the east a great clearing of the clouds allowed its radiance through in fullness, and the long shadows of the waystation obeyed the ascending sun until it passed into the gray blanket claiming all else above and there it would remain hidden and obscure as in the days previous. By reckoning of afternoon did Jhinn at last hear the approach of his pursuer, footsteps among the bygone settlement.
Greatsword in hand he swung around from the corner of stone wall, leveling his blade and his stance into readiness. His pursuer was indeed a tiefling, but none he quite expected.
"Oh!" said she. "There you are!"
When came the morning and the gray light of the new dawn all the sky overhead hosted the ceaseless march of clouds from the south and the east, the Jagged Teeth not enough to dissuade their advance. Jhinn made a fire and dried himself as best he could and he smothered his fire and moved on.
And it was then, after the night of heavy rain and in the gray morning, did he notice his pursuer. A dark shape, made so by the distance, trailing in his wake. The pursuer so far as he could tell had the form of a tiefling, yet he remained uncertain.
He continued all that day with the resolve in mind to find a suitable place to confront his pursuer. Come the night he sat against the sheer wall of a cleft in the earth, its height not outside the upper reach of his outstretched arms. Rest would not come easy, and only in brief episodes. Yet with the cleft to his back and a sharp decline to his front, full of scree waiting to be disturbed, he was only truly approachable from the path by which he had come.
The next morning saw pockets of blue and sparse shafts of sun piercing through the cloud cover, though these respites came and went and still the overcast skies rolled over the Jagged Teeth mountains and spread widely throughout the badlands. Jhinn traveled this day down from the rough ridges and saddles and draws and came to flatter land were the dust blew not so freely and ahead lay denser scrub and even Malarn trees in their rugged, crooked statures, and further on he heard the bubbling of a stream and came to it, and he drank and refilled his water and crossed the stream and moved on.
Passing through the strip of Malarn trees he would ascend a small rise and there at the top come across a ruined waystation from the Second Potentate, its broken walls like an ancient and dilapidated crown upon that rise. Here he would meet his pursuer, blade in hand, and it would be known if his weapon would cross with another.
Jhinn hid, for there were many old buildings, even if barely standing, and waited.
Night would come again, and again his rest only punctuated long periods of vigilance. Dawn saw the true light of the sun, for in the east a great clearing of the clouds allowed its radiance through in fullness, and the long shadows of the waystation obeyed the ascending sun until it passed into the gray blanket claiming all else above and there it would remain hidden and obscure as in the days previous. By reckoning of afternoon did Jhinn at last hear the approach of his pursuer, footsteps among the bygone settlement.
Greatsword in hand he swung around from the corner of stone wall, leveling his blade and his stance into readiness. His pursuer was indeed a tiefling, but none he quite expected.
"Oh!" said she. "There you are!"
And now before him stood a tiefling who, though armored, was not in stance nor demeanor committed to a fight, and what was more even discounted