The drought was one for the ages, a threat

The drought was one for the ages, a threat to the five clans of Rukha. They each sent a matriarch to the Meeting of Trunks. Urhuum made a sign with her scratch stick in the clay,

a beautiful dream dreamt in the dream time. Urhuum closed her eyes and dreamt more while Shwarma, Tigma & Fugg watched her. Their mouths were parched and every time they swallowed

ancient air and fragments of alien RNA and who knows what else might have lingered in the ancient chamber where Urhuum dreamt. Shwarma, Tigma & Fugg watched over her and dreamt of

exacting exact revenge on the Revenant. Urhuum aged slowly, and though the years were unkind to Tigma & Fugg, her hairspikes never grew brittle. On that Feastday of Rharkuum, she

announced that she was betrothed to Hwarkt. Tigma and Fugg were outraged. "Why, Urhuum is half his age!" they stammered piteously. But Urhuum merely placed her jeweled hands upon

Tigma and Fugg's throats, crushing them simultaneously in a powerful stranglehold. After a few moments, Urhuum let the vacant bodies of her so-called "friends" drop into the dirt.

Wiping sweat from her brow, glancing at the two bodies. Does she leave them like that, or does she decide they're good enough for a proper burial, urhuum thought be she decided to

leave the bodies exactly as they had fallen. It would take years for the cops to figure this out, so why sweat it? She slung a money-stuffed backpack over one shoulder & headed out

the door, knowing she had well gotten away with her devious crime. She knows that thanks to the loophole of the laws, she'll be able to get away with it. It was just... grand.