Having kept quiet and out of sight Leaper whispers to Hoskar, Henal, Tarosh and Hoskar

"I reckon one of the Impala girls is his wife. There will be trouble for sure..."

In reply to Leaper (msg # 234):

He doesn't make any move to stop the Impala riders, but stays mounted to keep an eye on them. He grins at Leapers comment, "Even more so if its one of the ones who took a shine to Henal," He laughs, "though with the darkness that is the Morokanth being with us, I think today will end in a fight, so Greeshar will be happy."

"Aye, I say we kill them all, take their stuff and eat their mounts."

Greeshar does in fact look happy.

"Though we let their leader beat up Henal first!"
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In reply to Greeshar Longhorn (msg # 236):

"I like your thinking, the only problem I can see is your sisters new friends." he scratches behind his left ear, "if his wife is wanting to leave him, we could step in and help her, that would give us all the excuse we need."

Far above the Vingan rock is enshrouded in cloud, whilst the rest of the sky is clear. The Harpies can just be seen wheeling and riding the afternoon thermals.

Suddenly there's a shout...

"GOOOOOOLLLLDDDEEEEEEEN EYEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

It's the leader of the Rock Leaper crew. He's at the base of the rock, red faced with the sinews in his neck standing out as he shouts at the top of his voice.
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Caught between trying to decide if its too early for Kumiss or a smoke, though he knows fine well that the answer to both is "no", Salen is shaken from his reverie by some unholy hollering. Annoyed he turns and asks of the others.

"What the heck is up with that short-arse? Someone mistake him for a trollkin?"

Though not heard by Angry Wasp, several of his diminutive braves do

"What did you say?"

"He called our boss a Trollkin!"

"No fucking way he did!"

Three of them swagger off towards the Condor Brave, cracking knuckles and rolling their heads.
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"Well, whaddya know...some ankle-biters out for trouble? I think my Bison has pooped bigger things than you lot."

Standing now Salen stretches his own back and spits on the ground in front of him.

Hoskar slaps his palm to his head in a sign of annoyance at his own absent-mindedness. Of course. Yes. Here you go.

Shame that baity little fellow didn't bite: thought I'd have driven him wild enough by not rising to him. Looks as if we'll have more chances later, though.

He resumes his amused expression, riding back to camp at an amble on Ram's broad back and humming merrily; arriving behind his fellows thanks to the relaxed pace.

Back at the camp, he waits before dismounting, watching interestedly to see how things will develop. I smell trouble here: they're too acerbic to live, this lot. If they disturb Amara with talk like that...well Issaries guide their benighted souls is all.
Watching with interest, listening intently, he sees some braves head towards his fellow Condor, and overhears...




Here it comes. Even if Enlo are prettier than that guy. If they weigh in, I can keep my promise and deal with them faithfully too.

His grin broadens as he grips his lance firmly, glad he'd not bothered to dismount yet, as he awaits developments.
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The three braves, unarmed and bristling for a scrap, and oblivious to the fact they're in another clan's camp, begin to circle the lone brave

"Come on then if you fink youse hard enough"

"Dat Dog your girlfriend is it?"

"Nah she probably wants summat that smells nicer!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrr."

From his vantage point, he looks on in shock as the brave shouts for his wife, he comments to Greeshar, "He's braver than I'm." When he see's the fun Salen is having he call out to him, "How far do you think you can throw them?"

Up above the ceremony is winding down and all present hear the shout


Golden-Eye immediately moves over to the edge and hollers down

"What are you doing here you big bag of Sable piss!"

"GOLDIE I LUUUUURVE YOU I DO....COME BACK GIRL!"

Those of his braves not advancing on Salen, stand about their leader, heads back waiting for a reply....

A stance now being copied by many of the other spectators about the camp.

Meanwhile the three braves continue circling Salen, throwing the odd taunt and insult at the Bison brave, but not actually starting a fight.

Mordy, nearby, growls menacingly.

Amara looked at Golden Eye with some concern. "Is he bothering you? The time for him to seek your favour is not on Vinga's high holy day. Tell him to go away and return tomorrow."

In reply to Greeshar Longhorn (msg # 236):

You must have only muscles between your ears if you think I can't beat an impala rider. Henal snorts.

Back at the camp he watches the impala riders ready to dismount and fight them if they start on Salen.

Having just stowed his kite Ohanzee looks down over the edge at the source of the shouting. He looks at Golden Eye and listens to her response and then again to the plee from below.

He grins and backs away out of sight from below and then calls down "You're too small for me and I don't mean you're too short!" but the voice is not his normal voice.

Astride Black Hoof, Kobal first watches the leader of the impala braves as he moves to the base of the rock.

But when the three riders start to threaten Salen, Kobal kicks his steed towards them, trying to watch for either Angry Wasp heading up the rock, or the three riders jumping Salen.  In his mind he is already focusing on a charm of binding.

Sighing dramatically she answers Amara

"He's my husband. I ran away...Left him with the kids...and joined the Thunder Girls."
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"Oh for the love of Waha go home Wasp!" shouts Golden-Eye's best friend.

"WHAT! ARE YOU UP THERE WITH A MAN! I'LL TEAR HIS NADS OFF AND MAKE HIM EAT THEM...COME DOWN NOW!"

To Ohanzee it sounds as if whoever that is, is ten foot tall and as angry as a nest of rabid rubble runners.

For the moment there's only plenty of gesticulating and calling of names. Though small the pygmies, like all Impala braves, have been hardened by a lifetime of living in the Wastes and fighting. Small they are but they're certainly no push over.

That said they have noticed the braves riding Bison and Rhinos advancing on them

Kobal reins in Black Hoof at a spot equidistant between Angry Wasp and the three facing off against Salen.  He tries to keep an eye on both, particularly since the leader seems about to start heading up.

Just a domestic argument.  Still, matters seem balanced on a knife edge here, and he'd rather not be the one to push things over the edge.

Still trying his luck, bound by his promise unless attacked, Hoskar has fewer qualms. He idles up, still mounted; his lance in hand with its business end waving vaguely, if pointedly, towards the impala braves.

Oh come on. You can all play later he warbles chattily. You'll make us miss your tame Enlo getting his ass handed to him by the missus if you're not careful. Should be interesting.

Gaze flicking from brave to brave, ready physically for aggressive moves, he adds You know, I don't think you're our enemies at all. You'd have gone for us by now if you were. Let's just test that theory, shall we?

He mutters briefly to himself, still alert.