On 16 June 2010 01:31, Greg Stafford <glorantha1_at_7DguhiJgV1rSyHWqeqsiLUVoGpB-bzgbwJz5kLJ9CclDenwVu2EpUNxZVItQCEOa7O1cHRMGV57w7cyGrmI.yahoo.invalid> wrote:
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> On Mon, Jun 14, 2010 at 5:38 PM, Keith <keith.nellist_at_xVFDIWEB97sob-pQWUm56_jvWFQUsYXf6Fba1GS6blITIgZPyNrqek5oShqcnmihiFbrcgaI9QLerzUTfCvBTS5y.yahoo.invalid> wrote:
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> > A Praxian named Bullthrash was overseeing his herd in the remote wastes
> of
> > Outer Prax when suddenly a band of strangely dressed people flew toward
> him
> > out of a cloud of dust and air elementals.
> >
> > The leader, a young man in woven aluminium armour, catablepas leather
> > boots, a silver helmet and a blue spider silk cloak, lowered himself to
> the
> > ground and asked the Praxian, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and
> > calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"
> >
> > Bullthrash looks at the man, obviously a Godlearner, then looks at his
> > peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?"
> >
> > The rest of the group land, they whips out magic sticks, ignites a bronze
> > brazier, burns some strange powders and summons a lesser flying demon,
> which
> > he commands into the air to get an exact fix on his location which he
> then
> > feeds to another spirit that scans the area, and begins chanting in a
> high
> > pitched ululation.
> >
> > The young man then opens a casket of carved ebony and brings forth many
> > shells from a peculiar deep sea mollusc only found on the edge of
> Daliath's
> > Well of Wisdom which he uses to represent the cattle.
> >
> > Within seconds, the mollusc shells rearrange themselves to represent the
> > herd beasts and a counting imp, some sort of essence demon, makes a
> > reckoning, gibbering to himself in a forgotten language. Finally, it
> writes
> > a number in dog script using the ink of a flayed walktapus, on a piece of
> > vellum made from the stretchable hide of a nasobeme. He turns to the
> Praxian
> > "You have exactly 1,586 bison and calves."
> >
> > "That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says
> > Bullthrash.
> >
> > He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with
> > amusement as the young man surrounds it with air elementals and lifts it
> > from the ground.
> >
> > Then Bullthrash says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly
> who
> > you are, will you give me back my calf?"
> >
> > The young godlearner thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay,
> why
> > not?"
> >
> > "You're a magician from the court of Emperor Ilotos", says Bullthrash.
> >
> > "Wow! That's correct," says the Godlearner, "but how did you guess that?"
> >
> > "No guessing required." answered the Praxian. "You showed up here even
> > though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already
> knew,
> > to a question I never asked. You used uncountable resources of power,
> > spirits and magic trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and
> > you don't know a thing about how Praxians make a living - or about Bison,
> > for that matter. This is a herd of Impala. ...
> >
> >
> > Now give me back my dog.
> >
> >
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