Things that go “sqeak” in the night

Nashmau, a colorful city in the Arrapego islands. Once a stronghold for corsairs as they valiantly fought for the Kingdom of Ephramad’s freedom from the tyrannical Al Zahbi empress. A place of mystery, a place of secret. But in reality – a place of disappointment.

Anyone who has been forced to put up with a Qiqirn will understand the huge level of patience required. They are inquisitive creatures, with a rustic grasp of English. They slur words and are obsessed with shining items. I hate them.

Nashmau should be the central target of the Chebukki’s next “Meteor”.

Anyways, I was mocked by a Qiqirn inside Nashmau, as he considered my puppet to be nothing more than an object. And despite Tournefoux’s convincing argument, the idiotic rat continued to poke and pull at his various attachments. Mere filthy rats dare even dream of approaching me? I saved the world for crying out loud! Back off and show me respect.

I quickly departed out of Nashmau, tragic capital of a nation long since fallen, now nothing more than a flea bitten rat hole. And wandered around Caedarva Mire. My intention was to hone Tournefoux’s melee skills, and maybe burn of the calories from the Midwinter Dream cake I had shared with Bernz the night before. We targeted local birds for a few hours, as Tournefoux’s scissors blurred and whirred, I felt accomplished. And we settled next to a quiet stream for a rest.

Moments later we were assaulted by the very same idiotic Qiqirn that had previously insulted me. Needless to say – my rage was absolute. But the situation escalated further. He pulled out a knife, and ordered that I hand Tournefoux to him. Declaring my beloved Automaton to be his new “shiny”. Neither of us were amused.

In a blur of martial arts excellence, and automaton strength we tossed the silly Qiqirn aside like yesterdays garbage.

Are beastman getting dumber, or does my reputation as the savior of the world, the conquerer of fate, the warrior of the crystal elude me? I am a respected Windurstian citizen from the West, and the Eastern nations had best learn how to treat me properly, or there will be hell to pay!