The dolm women are friendly (they view you as heroes for saving them from the snakes) and seem eager for stories of the outside world. Will you allow your troops to socialize with them, or order them to remain aloof?
The dolm women are fawning over the three Quarry Brothers who so bravely rescued their sister Flora from the snake's belly by shielding her from harm with their muscular green bodies. The boys have a rugged charm, friendships are made, and soon there is a conspiracy underfoot to build a bonfire tonight, invite some girls out from the village, and throw a party.
Fated can indicate the behavior of his 6 jale men in absentia. How do they conduct themselves around the ladies? What about Breath's crew?
Gunnery's troops are disciplined and ignore the distraction, their sights trained on the horizon. Minion's bone men kind of creep the girls out, so they maintain a respectful distance.
Two of your dinosaurs--Andre the Gigantosaurus and Little Brother the Brontosaurus--have been struck down by titanocobra venom. Breath's creepy bone lady had a few suggested cures, but Fated is a man of action who can't be bothered with the details! The Crone has a reputation as an herbalist, healer, and spiritual leader; maybe she can help with some kind of antivenin or shamanic mumbo-jumbo?
The dinosaurs form a defensive ring and the riders settle in to watch the horizon. The dolm women are amused by the competition between Fated's men and the Quarry Brothers for their affection.
(Wandering monster check...)
The party is STARTLED by an explosive BOOM immediately overhead! (Many d6's are rolled...) Minion jerks in alarm and drops his howdah pistol over the railing! The following henchmen drop their weapons too: 1 of Breath's fighters, 1 of Fated's men, 1 of Minion's men, and the one-handed Deep One.
A flying saucer materializes in the low atmosphere! It's trailing smoke and flame and spiraling out of control. Moments before it crashes into the bay and explodes into a floating inferno on the water, (1d12) 4 paratroopers leap free and drift down into the marshland to your west.
The dinosaurs panic and stampede! Thankfully, nobody is trampled, but it takes 2 rounds to bring them under control, during which time you lose your bead on the parachuting creatures and don't see exactly where they land; somewhere between your position and the water to the left...
"Look at this." Gunnery invites Shade onto Big Daddy's back to peer through the radio cannon's telescopic sight.
The crash site is a floating slick of oil and debris. It burns with flames of ulfire, jale, and other colors not of this world.
Meanwhile about a mile west of camp, Breath spies the shredded remains of an enormous orange parachute hanging from a tree. The harness dangling from it is not designed for a paratrooper of human size, or even of humanoid shape! The grass under the tree is crushed, and there is a 5-10' wide trail leading west into the swampiest area of the marsh. The track is a continuous swath of flattened vegetation, as opposed to distinct prints as would be left by a creature with feet/paws. When the track encounters an obstacle such as a log or stone, it disappears and reappears on the other side, 10 or 20' feet beyond.
Will Breath follow the mysterious trail deeper into the marsh?
Fated: "Hail, Respected One. I will not call you "Crone," for such a word does disservice to the ample charms you deploy. I may call you "Gilf," a term among my people of great affection for a woman of uniquely long experience and robust vigor.
Fated thinks to himself, very loudly: "I hope she doesn't notice that I am smitten with her beauty."
Fated makes his Charisma check, improving the Crone's attitude one category from Outraged to Unfriendly.
Many decades have our lands been safe from megafauna. Now the snake gods declare war! A terrible blight this man and his thunder-lizards have brought unto the Flower of Sublime Wisdom! Atone for this deed you must, else cure your beasts I will not.
Meanwhile Breath returns to camp to share her findings. The track through the marsh reminds her of the giant sea slug she fought on the Bagel; if this hypothesis is correct, then the creature is approximately 5 feet wide when stretched and 10 feet wide when contracted.
Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 10, 2012 7:55:10 GMT -6
Fated: "Wise One, the snake gods have been sated. We sacrificed several men to their appetites -- they ate of two of our thunder-lizards. But we need your healing knowledge to continue our journey and draw them away from you. Surely your daughters can vouch for our bravery in defending them."
The Dolm Crone sighs and remains silent for several awkward moments. She gropes around until her hands find a particularly ancient quipu. She runs her fingers lightly over its knotted strings and shakes her head.
She speaks again to Fated:
Perhaps there is a way... You must join the Ulfire Tribe with the Dolm Tribe and swear to protect the Flower of Sublime Wisdom as your own family. Festive has not known a man since her husband's... untimely demise. Take the vow, and I will grant your request as a gift on your wedding day.
Festive gasps and stammers, "M-m-my Crone! I cannot!" But when she lifts her head and meets Fated's gaze, he sees the hunger and longing in her eyes.
Last Edit: Jul 11, 2012 6:57:40 GMT -6 by mushgnome