From her own tent concubine, dancer, acrobat, and songstress Azima Granuul the Glamorous Wandering Healer could see an event unfold before her own eyes. On the Vygog Crossroads her caravan of entertainers, healers, actors, jugglers, companions, dancers, acrobats, brawlers and fortune teller were getting harassed. She could not help them at the moment as she was busy with another customer on all fours. Outside her main tent she witnessed sixteen Gantronese Gantron slave soldiers pocking their noises into her business. It scared customers, and attendees away from their camp circus. They came with six Uxane Maibaw Brutes, 14 gunslingers, a rider from Rhes Tarim. She recognized the Maibaw with their tribal hair styles consisting of beads and bones in the braids. Some wore decorative shawls from other tribes over linen shirts, and hide trousers. Others wore a tunic over pants, and the shawl with pieces of military uniforms. As for the gunslingers it was a mishmash of different styles that could not identify their origins. However a few were Elvish, and some had darker skin tones. The rider was donned in the typical Rhes Tarim outfit. Blue-Red Silk Tunic, kilt looking Ghazag with red lining and stripe. Over the outfit he was lightly armored with scaled chest plate. A head wrap in place of his helmet covered his head. At this Ghazag's side rested a Zema Ilam Scimitar with the guarded handle. Behind him five white Lengerian Nova rifles in the traditional garb of native ponchos over a plaid work shirt. Although many of their Novan peoples are yellow, brown, dark brown, and dark skinned in terms of complexion these Lengerians had a lighter skinned complexion.
During the hours of the moon is when they operate. Lengerians remain indoors until it is dark, cloudy, or whenever there is a war. Other times these white rifles come out when someone hires them. Six Black Hadorasian riflemen covered in all black appeared into her view. She opened the tent flap a little while her customer-client kept at it. It was not long before five of the red hatted Amkhans she hired to protect her circus came into view. As good as they were at keeping the peace, laying low many drunks, ruffians, disgruntled attendees, and thieves, they were a little stubborn and myopic. While her customer finished, she watched a brawl begin between the harassers, and her Amkhans. Before more blows were exchanged the Gantrons draw out knives, and pistols. Every Amkhan was killed with either a few bullets, or a stab to the throat. Screams, and panic spread all over the the camps. More of her bodyguards were killed in the encounter with these new arrivals. Six Black Hadorassian riflemen began firing into the panicked crowds. Azima got up knocking the client down. She grabbed the nearest dagger hanging in her tent. Half-naked the Camp Leader charged the attackers. One of them saw her and shot her in the leg. Azima collapsed to the ground. Throwing the dagger like a rock she nailed the Hadorassian in the stomach. His own companions soon turned on her ready to pounce or shoot. She did not which option they would choose. As a woman she expected these low life scum to punish her in many ways for hours on end. Azima gripped her leg in pain watching the blood flow from the right thigh.
One of the Hadorassians grinned and approached her while undoing his trousers. His grin disappeared when three bullets hit him in the chest. The others aimed their weapons at whoever fired those shots. Someone had come in the nick of time to put an end to this little abuse on her people and customers. Curiosity gripped her causing Azima to turn her head to the right and left in search of the interference. A band of armed figures came into view from within the tents and the jungle brush. Seven rebels, and thirteen mercenaries followed by five short wide brims, another name for old sages, came into her view. Two of them helped her up and carried her back inside the tent. Her customer, some wealthy singer who had been blessed by the gods of intercourse cowered in the corner. Angry Azima threw something at him calling him a useless coward. One of the larger mercenaries pulled her back a little. She faced him and caught sight of a strange purple mark on his forehead that looked more like a scar.
Azima, her saviors, and the cowardly singer client were in the safety of her tent while the skirmish dragged on. She could see their attackers retreating through the tent entrance while the sages bandaged her leg up. Whoever those men were it was clear they wanted to take control. It was by the use of muscle and hired guns in order to threaten people into their will. Azima looked at the purple scared figure who informed her of what was going on. Hadoras, Nova, Rhes Tarim, and Mulzan joined some Grand Empire that sought to conquer their world. This was just a taste of the abusive power these Gantronese would unleash upon the people in order to bend them to their will and laws.
During the hours of the moon is when they operate. Lengerians remain indoors until it is dark, cloudy, or whenever there is a war. Other times these white rifles come out when someone hires them. Six Black Hadorasian riflemen covered in all black appeared into her view. She opened the tent flap a little while her customer-client kept at it. It was not long before five of the red hatted Amkhans she hired to protect her circus came into view. As good as they were at keeping the peace, laying low many drunks, ruffians, disgruntled attendees, and thieves, they were a little stubborn and myopic. While her customer finished, she watched a brawl begin between the harassers, and her Amkhans. Before more blows were exchanged the Gantrons draw out knives, and pistols. Every Amkhan was killed with either a few bullets, or a stab to the throat. Screams, and panic spread all over the the camps. More of her bodyguards were killed in the encounter with these new arrivals. Six Black Hadorassian riflemen began firing into the panicked crowds. Azima got up knocking the client down. She grabbed the nearest dagger hanging in her tent. Half-naked the Camp Leader charged the attackers. One of them saw her and shot her in the leg. Azima collapsed to the ground. Throwing the dagger like a rock she nailed the Hadorassian in the stomach. His own companions soon turned on her ready to pounce or shoot. She did not which option they would choose. As a woman she expected these low life scum to punish her in many ways for hours on end. Azima gripped her leg in pain watching the blood flow from the right thigh.
One of the Hadorassians grinned and approached her while undoing his trousers. His grin disappeared when three bullets hit him in the chest. The others aimed their weapons at whoever fired those shots. Someone had come in the nick of time to put an end to this little abuse on her people and customers. Curiosity gripped her causing Azima to turn her head to the right and left in search of the interference. A band of armed figures came into view from within the tents and the jungle brush. Seven rebels, and thirteen mercenaries followed by five short wide brims, another name for old sages, came into her view. Two of them helped her up and carried her back inside the tent. Her customer, some wealthy singer who had been blessed by the gods of intercourse cowered in the corner. Angry Azima threw something at him calling him a useless coward. One of the larger mercenaries pulled her back a little. She faced him and caught sight of a strange purple mark on his forehead that looked more like a scar.
Azima, her saviors, and the cowardly singer client were in the safety of her tent while the skirmish dragged on. She could see their attackers retreating through the tent entrance while the sages bandaged her leg up. Whoever those men were it was clear they wanted to take control. It was by the use of muscle and hired guns in order to threaten people into their will. Azima looked at the purple scared figure who informed her of what was going on. Hadoras, Nova, Rhes Tarim, and Mulzan joined some Grand Empire that sought to conquer their world. This was just a taste of the abusive power these Gantronese would unleash upon the people in order to bend them to their will and laws.
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