A Stitch in Time Saves Everyone - a Dungeon World Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Dalton the Thirsty


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Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1

After enjoying the fruit provided by Kano's Tribe, Sinathel found a comfortable spot to rest for the night, listening to the spirits of this Island. She had never been one for a typical bed, instead preferring the beds used by animals. Her favorite way to sleep was to curl up like a cat someplace comfortable. Since the storm eliminated it being a tree, she chose a nice comfortable spot on the floor. Curled up, she listened to their voices. The sounds of a nighttime jungle serenaded her to sleep, keeping her company and reminding her of home.


You sleep peacefully through the storm; nothing disturbs your rest. If you haven't already, recover half of your max HP.


Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

Olivius can't help but stare. His instinct begs him to grab the dagger and attempt the bigger score, but the cold, bony hand of Death says his instinct. A lump rises in his throat.
I can't do it! What's wrong with me! After an eternity lasting about ten seconds, Olivius carefully picks the golden pearls off the display and backs out, making sure to erase any evidence of his intrusion from the floor as he does so. He checks the coast to make sure noone's still looking, re-arms the coconut trap, and steals away around the back of the nearest hut.
Once he's safely out of the way and hidden, he picks up a small rock and lobs it over onto the guard, waking him. Hopefully the man will be too proud of his job and to afraid of failure to admit his nap when the theft is discovered.
A general Tricks of the Trade: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2) + 2 = 9


When you exit the hut, you hear an amused female voice address you from above and behind you. "Like what you saw in there?" Whirling around, you see that one of the pearl divers is perched on the thatched roof of the hut, her arms crossed and a smile curling her lips.


Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

With the pearls safely hidden away in consealed pockets, Olivius is free to open his arms wide and grin back. I did. I also didn't like the idea of what the big guys would do to me if I took that shiney dagger, so I left it where it lay. Apologies if I intruded on a culturally sacred space. It was completely intentional. A personal habit of mine, I confess.


Seeming satisfied that you wouldn't be reflexively hucking a dagger in her direction, the girl jumps off the roof and lands lightly before you. Her hair is woven into two red braids that hang past her hips, and like you, her outfit - brightly colored with patterns of yellow and green - seems capable of carrying a surprising amount.

"Hakuna matata," she says, her teeth flashing white in the dark as she grins. "I was planning on taking it tonight myself. I saw Gimbu over there collapse," she cocks a thumb over her shoulder at where the guard is snoring peacefully against the wall of the hut, "and watched as you broke inside. Kinda surprised you didn't take the dagger, though, what with the perfect scapegoat presenting itself yesterday and all."

Unexpectedly, she holds a hand up for a high-five, startling you at first with the sudden movement. "I'm Yala. What's your name, outsider?"


Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

Olivius. He says a little hesitantly as he reciprocates the gesture. I was less worried about my ability to assign blame and more worried about the fallout if he managed to prove his innocence. I have no idea how long I'll be stuck here and I'd rather spend my time in a village. Especially a village that's proving as invigorating as this one. He ends with a dashing and totally sincere smile.


Yala smiles and cocks one eyebrow. "I'm glad you find us invigorating," she says with a short laugh, "but I'm curious - what are you going to do with those golden pearls I fished up? Give them to your girlfriend, back wherever far-off land you came from?" she crosses her arms. It's obvious she was able to see your actions inside the hut...maybe there's an opening in the roof she was looking down on you from.


Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1

==== Morning after the Storm ====

Having slept through the storm, Sinathel woke up rested and refreshed. The spirits had kept her company through the night and today, today she would talk with Boda. With a cat-like stretch, Sinathel arose, adjusted her feathers and clothes. Heading out of the hut, she looked first for a local animal. After all, she didn't know the location of Boda's hut, but she wasn't afraid to ask. The animals likely knew just as well, if not better, than as the human inhabitants all the locations in the village.


Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

It's Olivius's turn to raise an eyebrow. Through the door wouldn't work. If I couldn't see in I doubt you could. Hole in the ceiling?


The girl merely taps her nose and grins at you. "You're not as clever as you think, Sticky-Fingers," she says. It sounds like she's quoting from a story.

"You didn't answer my question. What's your plan with those pearls? Are you going to sell them on the mainland?" curiously, her voice doesn't carry any tone of being insulted or annoyed, but she sounds very interested in learning what you plan to do with them.


Sinathel wrote:

==== Morning after the Storm ====

Having slept through the storm, Sinathel woke up rested and refreshed. The spirits had kept her company through the night and today, today she would talk with Boda. With a cat-like stretch, Sinathel arose, adjusted her feathers and clothes. Heading out of the hut, she looked first for a local animal. After all, she didn't know the location of Boda's hut, but she wasn't afraid to ask. The animals likely knew just as well, if not better, than as the human inhabitants all the locations in the village.

The forest is relatively quiet when you leave the boundaries of the village, Sinathel. None of the chatter of small creatures, and the larger predators are keeping quiet as well. It takes a solid 5 minutes of walking before you even hear a birdcall...curious.

When you finally do hear the voice of one of the People, you instantly recognize it as a kookaburra, a native to tropical jungles. You don't hear words, just singing in kookaburra tongue. You can easily follow the sound, until you stand beneath the tree you hear it singing in. You can't see it from ground level through all the foliage above you.


Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]
DM Frogfoot wrote:

The girl merely taps her nose and grins at you. "You're not as clever as you think, Sticky-Fingers," she says. It sounds like she's quoting from a story.

"You didn't answer my question. What's your plan with those pearls? Are you going to sell them on the mainland?" curiously, her voice doesn't carry any tone of being insulted or annoyed, but she sounds very interested in learning what you plan to do with them.

Nothing quite so mundane. You see, the bit about us being from the future is true. I plan to hold onto these until I can get somewhere where they will be properly appreciated.


Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
DM Frogfoot wrote:

The forest is relatively quiet when you leave the boundaries of the village, Sinathel. None of the chatter of small creatures, and the larger predators are keeping quiet as well. It takes a solid 5 minutes of walking before you even hear a birdcall...curious.

When you finally do hear the voice of one of the People, you instantly recognize it as a kookaburra, a native to tropical jungles. You don't hear words, just singing in kookaburra tongue. You can easily follow the sound, until you stand beneath the tree you hear it singing in. You can't see it from ground level through all the foliage above you.

The quietness of the jungle concerned her. It should not be this quiet. There should not just be the song of one voice, but of many.

Discern Realities: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11

  • What here is not what it appears to be?
  • What should I be on the look out for?
  • What is about to happen?


  • Olivius wrote:
    DM Frogfoot wrote:

    The girl merely taps her nose and grins at you. "You're not as clever as you think, Sticky-Fingers," she says. It sounds like she's quoting from a story.

    "You didn't answer my question. What's your plan with those pearls? Are you going to sell them on the mainland?" curiously, her voice doesn't carry any tone of being insulted or annoyed, but she sounds very interested in learning what you plan to do with them.

    Nothing quite so mundane. You see, the bit about us being from the future is true. I plan to hold onto these until I can get somewhere where they will be properly appreciated.

    Okay, sorry for not replying for so long! For some reason I must have forgotten that I read your post, and then was waiting for you to reply all this time. Sinathel's post jogged me to check the thread again and my face got red.

    Yala crosses her arms. "The future? You seriously expect me to believe that? I know you mainlanders think that the island tribes are all witless savages...but that's one of the most insultingly crazy lies I've ever heard."


    Sinathel wrote:

    The quietness of the jungle concerned her. It should not be this quiet. There should not just be the song of one voice, but of many.

  • What here is not what it appears to be?
  • Great roll. Be sure to embellish/describe how you discern realities! :)

    I'm going to assume you walk barefoot, being as in touch with nature as you are.

    As you walk, the quietness of the jungles around you betray a tension. It takes many moments of quiet contemplation during your walk to discover the source...beneath your feet. The island itself shudders faintly.

    You have to stop fully to feel it, but with your cheek pressed to the dirt, you sense it. Tremors, far below you.

    Sinathel wrote:
  • What should I be on the look out for?
  • You stand up again, looking around you in concern. Your travels have taken you some distance from the tribal lands, though you are confident you could find your way back. You notice unnatural pigmentation staining some of the bark of the local trees - primitive paint, smeared in crude patterns. Be on the lookout for hostile islanders, this far from the safety of the village.

    Sinathel wrote:
  • What is about to happen?
  • The stormclouds are still gray and dark on the horizon, despite the clearer skies directly overhead. Another storm approaches, but you think it will not strike until close to nightfall.


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1

    Yes, barefoot and most of the time she reminds me of a very large cat with her behavior.

    Her braid swaying behind her, she walked in the manner of silence and stealth. Her gait was one of a practiced hunter. She moved to keep from sight till the threat in the area was known. Pausing feeling she almost missed something, she crouched down amongst the foliage. Pressing her cheek and ear to the jungle floor, she listened to the earth. She felt small tremors and the cries of stress the earth gave off. Likely because of that volcano. Yes, she had been distracted yesterday between the fire salamanders and her interrupted talk with Boda.

    Rising up, she took careful look of the land around her. She made note of the dark clouds in the sky to remember for later, but for now her concern was else where. Spotting odd coloration on the trees, she moved to take a closer look. It was primitive paint in tribal patterns. Placing a gentle hand on the kookaburra's tree, sensing for this tree's spirit. 'Greetings, coed-ffrind. My name is Sinathel. May I climb up into your branches?'

    Trying out her new thing-talker ability on the tree. :) Also she used elven for tree-friend.


    Subtly, the patterns that form the smooth bark of the tree rearrange themselves into an elflike face. The spirit of this tree is youthful and curious, exuberant from the heavy rainfall the night before. With a laughingly amused expression, the face seems to nod to your request. The branches sway - seemingly in the breeze, but you notice that they rearrange themselves ever so slightly to provide a stepping path from branch to branch.

    For a druid of your skill, climbing this tree is easier than climbing a staircase - for what staircase can you think of that actually helps you climb?


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]
    GM wrote:
    Yala crosses her arms. "The future? You seriously expect me to believe that? I know you mainlanders think that the island tribes are all witless savages...but that's one of the most insultingly crazy lies I've ever heard."

    Olivius touches his heart in feigned grief. My lady, you wound me. However, I have been nothing but truthful so far. One of this two poisonless throwing knives appears in his hand. He proceeds to spin the perfectly balanced blade between his dextrous fingers I dare you to tell me that this fine blade was made here, or on your mainland. He flicks his wrist and the knife jumps at her. Olivius wasn't worried about hurting her. If she was who she seemed and was as skilled as she was implying, she would catch the knife without harming herself. A subtle test, but an effective one as fakers usually ended up with knives through their palms.


    Male Elf Barbarian 2 HP: 20/20 XP: 2

    Morning More like noon.

    Si-Yi slowly rises from the chair he had dozed off in last night. His neck and joints ache a bit from the unnatural sleeping position, but they were quickly surpassed by his stomach making its urgent need of breakfast known. The elf doesn't spare much thought to the fruits comprising the leftovers from last night, but instead goes outside, looking for signs of people roasting greasy, slightly dubious-looking pieces of local fauna. After all, if there is something that is shared by all the cultures, in all places and across all the time, it has to be barbecuing, right?


    Yala spins when you throw the dagger at her, and she comes to a rest once more with the blade between two fingers. Casually, she inspects it. "This...could've been made by elven smiths," she scoffs, but her voice sounds less certain now.


    Si-Yi, when you exit the hut, you find that the salamander flesh that remained after the offering to Ku was being salted and seasoned for cooking. Your tall, strong body covered with unusual jewelry are attracting the attention of some of the younger tribespeople around the large bonfire - some of the girls and women are admiring you, while the men narrow their eyes in suspicion at your finery.

    There is an open spot around the bonfire for you should you wish it. It appears as if they are passing around food as it gets cut off the large piece being roasted in the center. Meat of this quantity is fairly unusual in the villagers' diets, and there is much chatter and excitement as the steaming meat wrapped around bones is passed around.


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]
    DM Frogfoot wrote:
    Yala spins when you throw the dagger at her, and she comes to a rest once more with the blade between two fingers. Casually, she inspects it. "This...could've been made by elven smiths," she scoffs, but her voice sounds less certain now.

    You know the elves don't make throwing knives like that. They're too fond of their precious bows. Besides, I've never met an elf that fulfilled a custom production contract in less than a decade. I'm human. I don't have the time to wait around while an elf sits in front of his fire and meditates on the perfect knife only to scrap what he decides on to do it all over at the first sign of imperfection.

    Nice catch, by the way.
    In any case, we need to get up the mountain and take care of something for the earth spirit. Shut down a beacon of some sort. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?


    "The earth spirit?" Yala's playful expression suddenly turns very serious. She grabs you by the front of your tunic and pulls you close. "What do you know about the earth spirit's problem? What's this beacon? Who are you?" you see desperation in her eyes, and fear.


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]
    DM Frogfoot wrote:
    "The earth spirit?" Yala's playful expression suddenly turns very serious. She grabs you by the front of your tunic and pulls you close. "What do you know about the earth spirit's problem? What's this beacon? Who are you?" you see desperation in her eyes, and fear.

    Olivius's hands go up. He was not one for a straight fight, as his brush with death proved. He speaks calmly and in measured tones in an attempt to not get shanked by the crazy lady.

    We were recruited by Gaia to extinguish beacons set up throughout time. He was actually rather cryptic and plain at the same time. Anyway, we have no idea what the beacons are or where, but we know we have to find and stop them from being lit. That's why my friends and I are here. With no boat. Or any seafaring skills. Or any evidence of having been on a ship at all apart from some sand in tough to clean places.


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
    DM Frogfoot wrote:

    Subtly, the patterns that form the smooth bark of the tree rearrange themselves into an elflike face. The spirit of this tree is youthful and curious, exuberant from the heavy rainfall the night before. With a laughingly amused expression, the face seems to nod to your request. The branches sway - seemingly in the breeze, but you notice that they rearrange themselves ever so slightly to provide a stepping path from branch to branch.

    For a druid of your skill, climbing this tree is easier than climbing a staircase - for what staircase can you think of that actually helps you climb?

    Sinathel couldn't help but smile in response. The youthful curiosity was welcome. 'Thank you.' Sinathal gave the tree a loving pat as she began to climb. 'I noticed some of the locals have decorated you. Do they treat you well? Do they take more than their share? Are they cruel to any of the People?'


    Olivius wrote:
    We were recruited by Gaia to extinguish beacons set up throughout time. He was actually rather cryptic and plain at the same time. Anyway, we have no idea what the beacons are or where, but we know we have to find and stop them from being lit. That's why my friends and I are here. With no boat. Or any seafaring skills. Or any evidence of having been on a ship at all apart from some sand in tough to clean places.

    Yala's eyes search yours intently. You can feel her breath on your face as she examines you with disconcerting intensity. You see tension along her finger-muscles and your own muscles tense up defensively, but she doesn't make any hostile movements.

    On the contrary, your humor sinks in after a few delayed seconds. She smiles. "I did notice how impractical your clothing was for island traveling. You'll have to change if you want to get anywhere near the sacred mountain." she puts a finger to her lips. "You sound crazy, but the earth spirit's been telling me something's wrong for weeks. This just confirms it. I knew something was off about your group." she nods with resolute decision. "I won't turn you in for taking those pearls. But..." she takes your hand with both of hers, looking into your eyes earnestly. "If you're on a mission from Gaia..." she glances over her shoulder, back at the darkened hut, and the sleeping guard propped up against the back wall. "you might need every advantage you can get..." she looks down at the dirt, shaking her head in surprise at her own actions. "I can't believe I'm saying this...but if you take...it, I'll...support your story. I'll say I saw someone of a different description walking off with it."


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Olivius is instantly suspicious. And why would that in particular help me? By is it so special? I jut thought it was ritualistic. Moreover, the big one who seems to be all about a rather unpleasant sounding god named Ku, has decided to come with us. As soon as that thing appears in my possession, I have a strong feeling that he'll use my brains for war paint.


    Sinathel wrote:
    Sinathel couldn't help but smile in response. The youthful curiosity was welcome. 'Thank you.' Sinathel gave the tree a loving pat as she began to climb. 'I noticed some of the locals have decorated you. Do they treat you well? Do they take more than their share? Are they cruel to any of the People?'

    The tree's leaves rustle over one another, scraping long edges over long edges. The long, flattened-banana shaped leaves have fairly sharp edges and give the tree-spirit a distinctive "voice". She tells you of the strange bugs-who-are-not-bugs, who seem to alternate between a swarm of insects and men at a whim, who mark her bark with their own secretions. The process is strange but doesn't injure her. Overall, from a tree's perspective, they're fine neighbors - but then, you know that a tree won't mind much who its neighbors are, as long as they don't come calling with an axe or fire.


    Olivius wrote:
    And why would that in particular help me? By is it so special? I jut thought it was ritualistic. Moreover, the big one who seems to be all about a rather unpleasant sounding god named Ku, has decided to come with us. As soon as that thing appears in my possession, I have a strong feeling that he'll use my brains for war paint.

    Yala turns partway away from you, wrapping her arms around herself, your dagger's blade resting lightly between her fingers. She gives a small shrug. "There's something special about that dagger. Sometimes, it...feels almost like it's aware of you. It's supposed to just be for the rituals, but rituals have power too, you know..." she shakes her head, her braids waving back and forth. "You're right. Kano probably wouldn't like it. But if it were to help, if it were to make the difference like I feel like it would...it might be worth his anger." she glances over at the dark hut again, and lapses into a thoughtful silence.


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
    DM Frogfoot wrote:
    The tree's leaves rustle over one another, scraping long edges over long edges. The long, flattened-banana shaped leaves have fairly sharp edges and give the tree-spirit a distinctive "voice". She tells you of the strange bugs-who-are-not-bugs, who seem to alternate between a swarm of insects and men at a whim, who mark her bark with their own secretions. The process is strange but doesn't injure her. Overall, from a tree's perspective, they're fine neighbors - but then, you know that a tree won't mind much who its neighbors are, as long as they don't come calling with an axe or fire.

    'I'm glad. I have known some non-People who would cause harm just for the sake of harm. No respect for anything or anyone but themselves.' Her mind at ease that the tree has not been harmed, and from a sound of things likely not any of the other trees. Though from the incident with the elephant earlier, she doubts the bug-men respect everything as they should.

    Sinathel continues to make her way up the tree, to the Kookaburra. She doesn't wish to disrupt them, but for them to be the only one of the People here... Something was up, and it piqued her curiosity. When she would reach the height of the Kookaburra, she found a place to sit and listen to the song.


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]
    DM Frogfoot wrote:


    Yala turns partway away from you, wrapping her arms around herself, your dagger's blade resting lightly between her fingers. She gives a small shrug. "There's something special about that dagger. Sometimes, it...feels almost like it's aware of you. It's supposed to just be for the rituals, but rituals have power too, you know..." she shakes her head, her braids waving back and forth. "You're right. Kano probably wouldn't like it. But if it were to help, if it were to make the difference like I feel like it would...it might be worth his anger." she glances over at the dark hut again, and lapses into a thoughtful silence.

    Olivius lets the silence stretch a bit to be sure she isn't going to suddenly confess something, then says in a low voice, Alright. I'll do it. It would help if we had a scrap of something to pin it on that rebellious guy. A tuct of furr from his clothes, a mold of his foot, anything. But this operation is very last minute so we'll have to make due with a lack of evidence. Would you like to come, or should I do this alone again?

    He gestures toward the blackened but as if asking her to a dance.


    Sinathel wrote:
    Sinathel continues to make her way up the tree, to the Kookaburra. She doesn't wish to disrupt them, but for them to be the only one of the People here... Something was up, and it piqued her curiosity. When she would reach the height of the Kookaburra, she found a place to sit and listen to the song.

    Kookaburra call reference

    Your climb up the tree is easy and free from any cuts, as the tree spirit politely holds her sharp leaves out from your path. Your position leaves you in the heart of the canopy layer, a different world from the world on the jungle floor. Here there are thick networks of vines stretching from tree to tree like the phone cables of city buildings, leaves of every shape and color, and flowering plants and insects. The activity of the insects is unusually high compared to what you're accustomed to from your jungle home - you attribute it to the complete lack of any animals in the area. Where did they all go?

    The kookaburra is too wrapped up in his - you can tell now it's a male bird - singing. With your understanding of the voice of the People, you can tell the song is a melancholy one, but strangely, the kookaburra's voice is lighthearted and energetic. The combination is slightly disconcerting. The birdcalls go on for several more moments before the kookaburra pauses to peck at some crawling insects on the tree bark.


    Olivius wrote:

    Olivius lets the silence stretch a bit to be sure she isn't going to suddenly confess something, then says in a low voice, Alright. I'll do it. It would help if we had a scrap of something to pin it on that rebellious guy. A tuct of furr from his clothes, a mold of his foot, anything. But this operation is very last minute so we'll have to make due with a lack of evidence. Would you like to come, or should I do this alone again?

    He gestures toward the blackened but as if asking her to a dance.

    "Otan's desire for the dagger is well-known. I think they'll believe the story if I say I saw him." Yala strides up to the hut and climbs to the roof in one smooth motion. She looks back down at you, but all traces of her earlier playful behavior are gone, and her face is grim and serious. Without another word, she slips through a hole in the roof and you hear a rustling inside. The door swings partway open.


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
    DM Frogfoot wrote:

    Your climb up the tree is easy and free from any cuts, as the tree spirit politely holds her sharp leaves out from your path. Your position leaves you in the heart of the canopy layer, a different world from the world on the jungle floor. Here there are thick networks of vines stretching from tree to tree like the phone cables of city buildings, leaves of every shape and color, and flowering plants and insects. The activity of the insects is unusually high compared to what you're accustomed to from your jungle home - you attribute it to the complete lack of any animals in the area. Where did they all go?

    The kookaburra is too wrapped up in his - you can tell now it's a male bird - singing. With your understanding of the voice of the People, you can tell the song is a melancholy one, but strangely, the kookaburra's voice is lighthearted and energetic. The combination is slightly disconcerting. The birdcalls go on for several more moments before the kookaburra pauses to peck at some crawling insects on the tree bark.

    Something was wrong, every instinct had been screaming that at her since she had stepped into the jungle. Some feeling in her gut told her it was more than the growing pains of the earth causing this.

    Discern Realities: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 2 = 6

    She tried to get a good look at the insects, but they were moving too much for her to get a good look at any of them. Plus there was that nagging feeling in her mind that made it hard to focus. Everything told her something was wrong.

    Shaking the thoughts from her head, she heard the kookaburra pause in his singing. 'Good Morning, asgell-brawd.' She smiled at him. At least one of the people was here.

    She greeted him as wing brother. Also, marking that EXP :)


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Olivius waits for his partner in crime to re-appear. A door opening was hardly a bad sign, but he brings his poisoned dagger to hand just in case and tries to stay out of sight.


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Olivius concentrates hard on the Hut, trying to make out whether it's going poorly or not. He pays special attention to sounds and dust from the door to see if the volume indicates a struggle.

    discern realities to determine status of the mission: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1) + 2 + 1 = 9
    - What is about to happen?

    In looking at that again, I realize that we get +1 forward whenever we act on the answers we get from Discern Realities.


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1

    I think I keep forgetting that too...


    Sinathel wrote:

    [dice=Discern Realities]2d6+2

    She tried to get a good look at the insects, but they were moving too much for her to get a good look at any of them. Plus there was that nagging feeling in her mind that made it hard to focus. Everything told her something was wrong.

    Shaking the thoughts from her head, she heard the kookaburra pause in his singing. 'Good Morning, asgell-brawd.' She smiled at him. At least one of the people was here.

    She greeted him as wing brother. Also, marking that EXP :)

    That failure has advanced a Front elsewhere. Details will be revealed later.

    The kookaburra starts and flies to another branch, out of reach. When the bird looks back and sees a kindly elf girl, the bird chatters in a birdcall approximating laughter. It hops back over. In the language of birds, which is as much spoken with the body as with the voice, the bird greets you. Through combination of subtly bowed head and quiet calling, you discern "Greetings, wei-kiyryit, (two-legger). I've never met one of you that could speak properly before! What brings you here?"


    Olivius wrote:

    Olivius concentrates hard on the Hut, trying to make out whether it's going poorly or not. He pays special attention to sounds and dust from the door to see if the volume indicates a struggle.

    [dice=discern realities to determine status of the mission]2d6+2+1
    - What is about to happen?

    In looking at that again, I realize that we get +1 forward whenever we act on the answers we get from Discern Realities.

    No need, there's currently no sign of a struggle.

    After a moment, the braided head of Yala emerges from the hut and glares at you, annoyed. "Did you lose your stomach? Come on! There's one last trap I need your help with."

    What I'll do here is use your Discern Realities result on Tricks of the Trade, and add +1 from Yala (basically a hireling)'s assistance. That brings your Tricks result up to a 10.

    You enter the hut with Yala and see no hole in the roof when you look up. Yala is gesturing at the pedestal for the dagger, now empty of pearls. The scintillating treasures were not only ornamental - Yala points out magically-sharpened metal teeth that were concealed in the bowl beneath. Lift the weight of the dagger off the trap's trigger, and... snap. Yala snaps her palms together for emphasis, then cringes a little bit at the clapping noise.

    With her help, you're able to disarm the trap. The trigger is now not tensed up - it won't trigger if the dagger is removed. What do you do?


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Olivius searches nearby for any additional traps (If the same modifiers apply, that brings me success. If no, 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 3 = 9. Seeing none, he takes the knife.

    He then removes the tension on the trap remotely and slowly, allowing the teeth to close and then removes all evidence of how the trap was subverted. He then signals the retreat and repeats his procedure of removing any evidence of their feet from the floor. He really wishes he had oversized foot molds right about now.
    Suddenly, he has a thought. An oaf like Otan would not be this subtle. He goes back to the stand and uses his nunchucks to quickly and quietly smash the hinged teeth in an attempt to make it look like the trap was not subverted, but destroyed. He hoped that this would lead investigators away from either Yala or himself. Neither of them looked like they were the trap smash type.

    He then retreats as cleanly and quickly and stealthily as possible. He stores the knife in a hidden, elongated pouch that runs along the inside leg of his trousers.


    The blade is curiously warm to the touch. Yala leads you a safe distance away from the hut and turns to you, breathless. "Well done on that trap! And breaking the mechanism afterward was smart - Otan wouldn'tve bothered with anything that requires concentrating too hard."


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
    DM Frogfoot wrote:


    That failure has advanced a Front elsewhere. Details will be revealed later.

    The kookaburra starts and flies to another branch, out of reach. When the bird looks back and sees a kindly elf girl, the bird chatters in a birdcall approximating laughter. It hops back over. In the language of birds, which is as much spoken with the body as with the voice, the bird greets you. Through combination of subtly bowed head and quiet calling, you discern "Greetings, wei-kiyryit, (two-legger). I've never met one of you that could speak properly before! What brings you here?"

    "I was going for a walk and heard you singing. I hope you do not mind me coming to listen. I didn't mean to startle you."

    Sinathel, finally gaining EXP and advancing fronts. I have a feeling I might could have counted that DR as acting on my previous DR roll, but I missed that :) I'll just have to remember next time.


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Should I be worried that this blade seems to give off warmth? Olivius asks in a half joking tone.


    Sinathel wrote:
    "I was going for a walk and heard you singing. I hope you do not mind me coming to listen. I didn't mean to startle you."

    The kookaburra fluffs up his chest feathers somewhat at your compliment. "It's good to see people still have appreciation for talent! I thought there was nobody left in the jungle anymore but bugs to eat...don't get me wrong, more for me..." the kookaburra laughs and plucks a gumdrop.


    Olivius wrote:
    Should I be worried that this blade seems to give off warmth? Olivius asks in a half joking tone.

    Yala turns to face you and rests the tips of her slender fingers on the blade's flat, curiously. "It's strange...we don't actually know very much about this dagger, it was a trophy of conquest that our tribe acquired a few moons ago." She withdraws her fingers self-consciously. "It has more strange properties than just warmth, I think," she mutters. "Still going to keep it?"


    Human Thief 5 XP: 5| HP: 15/15. | Armor: 1 Golden root x2; Acidic Fire bombs x10; mutant armor potion x1 | Str: 9 (+0) Dex: 18 (+3) Con: 9 (+0) Int: 16 (+2) Wis: 12 (+0) Cha: 13 (+1) | [Current Effects:]

    Olivius grins and nods. Yep. If it will help me save the world, you bet. He then hides the dagger in a hidden, elongated pouch that runs along the outside leg of his trousers.

    (Changed that from Inside because I got to thinking about how that would work and realized that it didn't)


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1
    DM Frogfoot wrote:
    The kookaburra fluffs up his chest feathers somewhat at your compliment. "It's good to see people still have appreciation for talent! I thought there was nobody left in the jungle anymore but bugs to eat...don't get me wrong, more for me..." the kookaburra laughs and plucks a gumdrop.

    "I noticed the lack of voices when I awoke this morning. Where has everyone else gone? Is it more than the earth tremors that have driven the others away?"


    Olivius: Describe your intentions for the rest of the night. You walk Yala back to her family's hut, which is a treehouse built partially into a large tree trunk. She turns to face you with a grin, her braids whipping over her shoulder. "Nice work back there. I may not be completely sure about your story, but if you really are helping the Earth Spirit, I hope that helps you." She stands before you and falls silent, glancing back over her shoulder at the hut.

    Sinathel: The kookaburra cocks his head to one side curiously. "You mean you don't know? Oh, but 'tis all so dramatic, the smaller People fleeing the island by sea, the birds flying away, it's hilarious!" the kookaburra laughs again, and swallows another gumdrop before continuing.

    "As for me though, I know it's safe. This island has been shaking for years. Those silly folk are just being alarmist! If those buglike two-leggers aren't worried, why should I be?"


    Female Elf Druid 3 | XP: 7 | HP: 19/19 | Armor: 1 | Str: +1 Dex:+0 Con: +1 Int: +0 Wis: +3 Cha: -1

    "I have only been on this island since yesterday. I have yet to fully explore here. I wasn't sure if it was just the rumblings in the earth or something else that had driven everyone away." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Would you care to accompany me as I explore? Though part of it may be amongst other two-leggers. I would enjoy the company."

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