The Gates of Tyr

It has been two weeks since the Green Dragon Trading co. were all together in one group. Alot has happened since then.

Cerner, Cammior, Talon and Minron await, not a quarter of a mile from the Gates of Tyr. They have set camp here and have been waiting less than a day. The weather has been warm but not as uncomfortable as they had become used to in the south. They have seen farmers here. The lands around Tyr are irrigated with dew and mountain rain collectors, desperately maintained. Patches of vivid greens, reds and yellows brighten the hillside upon which Tyr rests, signifying stalwart attempts at cultivating vineyards and grain crops. Though they have not yet been within the city walls. the vast towers and an intricate pyramid can be seen from without. The city looks to be extraordinary, and the only thing that belies such a sentiment is the issuing of thick pilums of smoke from several different districts of the city. It would seem that the city struggles with some inner conflict.

As for their missing compatriots, south of Altaruk, they parted ways. Ale's delerium had grown worse and finally the elven avenger, Tyranus (?) offered to take their ailing companion to a place of sanctuary, north and east of Altaruk. Such a place, would not allow strangers, would not allow monsters, but Tyranus believed that they would take in the needy. They would take in Ale and perhaps help him to recover himself.

After another near fatal incident with Ale the rest of the company finally decided to let them go. They agreed that Tyranus would send word of their fallen companion to the north gates of Tyr in two weeks. That had been the last the company had seen of them; Tyranus the Avenger and Ale the fallen Warlord trudging into the wastes heading East.

With heavy hearts, the rest of the company headed North to Altaruk, a once thriving merchant town.  Albin had been and gone. He had sown enough seeds of suspicion about the arriving monster company that their was little business to be done there. They did gather enough news to know that Albin continued north, towards Tyr.

They had set off towards Tyr themselves. Their caravan rolled slowly but consistently over the trade road mile after mile. After a day of this, the Shadar Kai decided to go on ahead to pave the way and perhaps find some allies for the Green Dragon traders before their arrival.

Over the passing days, the company learns a little about the slaves that they had purchased:
KrixUx, the Thri-Kreen has been away from his clutch over long and has become acclimatised to the non-shells. He seems fascinated by the members of the group who have formed a symbiosis with the ax'antiya as he calls them, the scarab armors. He seems amazed that they have survived the process. He is subservient and apparently likes to cook and seems to find mouthwatering flavors from scrubs, scavengers and pests that he finds spotted about the hard ground and sand.  He is a competent archer and scout.

Ghana, the nubian warrior has taken a little time to warm up to the group. Apparently, this hard muscled woman was recently a gladiator in the arenas. She has many scars to prove it, some that must have been close to fatal. She practices at every opportunity and is willing to spar with anyone. She is accepting of a slave's life within certain bounds, but she clearly craves freedom.

And so the Green Dragon Co. wait one more day in the hopes that Ale will return to them.