Tuchuk Treasure

Trouble .. I could feel it hounding my step .. the searing acidic drool right on my heels. That turpitude shroud beginning to flicker and take on a life of its own. My temper rising in me .. protective righteousness ... an all-powerful weapon to clasp.

I was just getting my fist wrapped around it .. when I heard voices at the stream. Figures .. dark muted ... I tried to suppress the very things I had been stirring up. It took a moment before I pulled reality from the shadows .. it was Yamka and Seveya covered in mud and sitting on the stream bank fascinated by something I could not make out yet.

It seemed they had dug up some stash of coins and gems. They guessed perhaps it was a dweller's buried treasure .. I offered it could even be Paravaci .. the Vaci loved that shit. Obviously .. whomever had buried it there expected to return quickly to retrieve it ... but the plains are a demanding mistress and many things can happen to a man that he can not foresee. Something had delayed his return .. or prevented it all together. Perhaps the knowledge of it had died .. waiting for erosion and time to reveal the contents of the bag to unsuspecting innocents.

I crouched near them .. holding the freak on a tight leash ... as I spoke to them about their find. They showed me a particular yellow jewel with markings etched upon it. In the minimal light afforded I could not tell what they were or what they might be for .. but my curiosity was wetted. They gave me the bag of coins and gems and asked me to do with it as I would. I am not sure why they did not want to keep them. We do not treasure such things but there are many merchant caravans passing through the Tuchuk .. merchants that do value those things. Perhaps they could trade for some nice pots .. colored fabrics ... wood .. paper ... metals ... all those things we do not produce on our own. But for whatever reason they wished me to dispose of them .. giving them to the Ubar. Allowing him to do as he would with them.

I told them I would do this for them wrapping the top of the bag into my fist. Seveya wished me well ... with the offer to listen if I needed to talk .. and Yamka wished me a ... peaceful .... evening.

Peaceful .. was just not anywhere near where I was at.