U'duasha

Shadows crew of showmen and thieves operating within the Iyanu'at district of U'duasha. Encountering demons, spirits and other facets which show that the obsidian gem of the Shattered Isles can also be a dangerous place of shifting sands. Will they wick up all the fortunes? Or will they perish upon the heated sands? 778 IE Kalivet, Cloud, Thread hour The wind catches the remnants of the previous day’s heat while the cold starts to seep in. Darkness covers everything except where Emberthorn is cultivated. The black sky is full of stars like specks of sand thrown upon a darkened silk. Within the Iyanu’at district, down a little stone carved and meticulously kept street a hooded figure walks. His gait hastened and then stilled in an alley as two Gualim patrol. Once they pass he continues on his way towards his residence the package still tightly bound in hides under his arm. A pair of falcons greet him as he enters a residence along with the smell of cataria and meat fill the air. “Until the hour of their falling! Where have you been? The hour is nigh unto Forge and your friends are awaiting your arrival downstairs. I already fed them, mercy from Khuset they nearly ate all of my stew. But that does not matter,though I will make mark of it... did you bring me what I asked for?” “Yes mother dear.” He kisses her forehead and sets the bundle on the table and opens it, revealing the metallic colored eggs within alongside sprigs of greenery “I am surprised with his late delivery but once they are laid the eggs must be bonded to hatch. He sent the spice and branches with his deepest apologies for the inconvenience.” “Ruka is a fool for he should have known better than to wait this long for breeding but he is a man of honor praise Khuset. I will finish this, go greet your companions below. I will bring down refreshments within the hour.” He grins and walks down to stairs to find four of his closest friends entertaining themselves. Two young women sit playing a game with colored glass figurines, one with a little cap turned backwards as she frowns at the board, the other twirling a strand of hair from under her hood. A pale man with white fine hair and foreign clothes engages in conversation with another man wearing a turban and is shirtless except a vest revealing his tattooed muscles as he stands arms crossed. All look up at the dark hooded figure who just entered and after greetings are exchanged they all gather around the table for their very being here carried purpose. “We have two targets and it might cause some heat but if we play it right Ixis himself will bless our path. One of my friends who works in the Golden Dove and tells of a bauble that sings with the wearer’s voice to make another fall under their guise, hypnotic she says. That is one of our plays. Or we can go with this other one but I do not honor that man’s word by which the information was given. He described a series of passages and glyphs where one may intercept drops and partake of their coin. What say you?”