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The Wind is closing in.
- But Mac'Eoppy doesn't care. He prepares his caravan.
- Mac'Eoppy believes in Jena, and in the Karavan. Not in those ridiculous superstitions of drunken Trykers.
- He says seelagan to his wife, and joyfully leaves his village to increase his fortune.
The Wind whispers.
- The caravan is progressing well, and Mac'Eoppy is happy.
- He has already avoided a customs control, and his profit is increasing accordingly.
- The caravan progresses well, and Mac'Eoppy ignores the Wind. He counts the dappers in his head.
The Wind bulks up.
- And lifts the sawdust. He slaps and whips those who stand in its way.
- The mektoubs huddle together, and the homins take shelter near them.
- But Mac'Eoppy sees only an unexpected storm, and continues to move forward.
The Wind is dropping.
- A little. And in the debris of the storm, two mektoubs are missing.
- Broken bones, torn skins, putrefied flesh, the two poor beasts are quickly found.
- But Mac'Eoppy blames the wild beasts, and he only regrets the lost loads
The Wind soughs.
- Words of hatred and violence. And the caravan moves slowly.
- Mac'Eoppy is looking for the one who lost the two pack animals.
- And mistrust, and suspicion, spread in Mac'Eoppy's heart.
The Wind sings.
- One of the mektoubers has vanished, and Mac'Eoppy is contented.
- He's the culprit, of course. A rotten fruit that won't spoil the others.
- Mac'Eoppy carries on his way, not looking for him anymore.
The Wind blackens.
- The bandits were looking for the village. They found the caravan.
- They torture the homins, and plunder the mektoubs.
- Mac'Eoppy cries and does not hear the Wind in the midst of the suffering screams.
The Wind has fallen.
- For an hour, maybe a day. Finally a little respite.
- Mac'Eoppy and a few others managed to flee, abandoning injured ones.
- But the bandits know where to find the village, and intend to take revenge.
The Wind whistles.
- The fugitives move forward as they can, hands on their ears.
- Mac'Eoppy didn't see the two who fell, struck down by predators.
- He only thinks about his wife and his village. To get there before the bandits do..
The Wind spits.
- And the sawdust it lifts and throws, tears the skin off the homins.
- Mac'Eoppy has sheltered behind his aides until they fell one after the other.
- Now he moves forward alone, exhausted, mad with pain.
The Wind howls.
- And its voice fills Mac'Eoppy's head.
- He only has one thought left. To find his wife. To protect her.
- Arrive before the bandits. Go forward. Go forward. Go forward.
The Wind falls silent.
- And Mac'Eoppy finally sees his village. His house.
- Everything is quiet. Too quiet. Would the bandits have already taken everything.
- Slowly, he slips into the night, reaches the door of his house.
The Wind listens.
- Mac'Eoppy saw a shape moving.
- Screaming, he bounded. To protect his wife. To forget he betrayed his friends.
- He hits, he beats, he strikes, with all his limbs, with all his strength.
The Wind sneers.
- Neighbors come running up, asking what's going on. Who killed Mac'Eoppy's wife?
- The murderer ran away as discovering his victim.
- Shade in the night. Meeting the bandits who arrive.
This tale♦ has been told by Krill on 2610 Anlor Winn Convention. (OOC : Halloween 2020)
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