"I wasn't speaking of the challenge." the Aegian says simply. "That was an honorable thing... But you should have stayed down. An honest man knows when he is beaten."
There's a moment of silence.
"So, a tyrant lizard?" Kreois says. "That's new." The Aegian seems quite chatty over the course of the night, obviously glad to have someone who's seen battle to talk to, despite the predicament he's in. He doesn't seem to care much that Haig is undead, or treat him any differently because of it. As Haig quickly learns, the Knights of Abraxas have worked with all kinds.
Moonlight shines down upon the rocky outcrop, the campfire hidden from the Aegian base camp by the cresting of the dune.
"Let me go!" Evi shouts, struggling against Aurelius' iron grip. The man doesn't relent, holding her fast despite her sturggles.
"You can't!" Aurelius says sternly. "With this injury, and the one you sustained in the sewer, you won't even make it to the campsite, let alone break those two out..."
"I have to go! You have to let me... You have to- KOFF KOFF" Evi begins coughing, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. "I have to..." She sinks down, her voice wavering, unable even to support her own weight.
Usman crouches down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder as Aurelius gently lets her down. "Evi, he is right. With these injuries it'd be suicide. You have to rest until you have your strength back."
Evi closes her eyes, her troubled expression clearly showing the turmoil within. Aurelius extends his hand to her.
"At least wait until morning before trying anything rash." he says. "Let your body heal, and the strength of the Elder Goddess return."
Evi takes his hand and stands with some difficulty. The two move to her bedroll and he lays her down gingerly. "Rest now."
Lucia:
Siraj nudges Lucia's arm as Aurelius is occupied, and leans over to her.
"This could be your chance, boss." His voice is a hushed whisper. "If you can sneak into that camp and get the information you need out of that Lizard, we could go after the Seal ourselves - The ghoul's locked up, and the princess is out of order for the time being. The only one left is the gunslinger." Siraj nods over in Usman's direction. "But I don't think he'll be much of a problem. Not with your magic."
Aurelius returns from Evi's side, rejoining the group and hailing everyone over. He looks over everyone in turn before speaking.
"What now?"
Usman says that he could try to free Haig, but he says he isn't sure if it'll be possible. He won't try anything unless people give him the go-ahead, though.
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Haig:
The ghoul's hand twitches, his blurry vision coming into vision. The last few hours seem like a waking nightmare, the scent of blood and iron lingering in his nose while his body lay spent, unable to move. Manacles bind his hands, and he lays stripped of much of his gear, save for his clothing.
Kreois, the Aegian, sniffs the air, turning an eye towards the creature. For a while he says nothing. "It was a foolish thing you did." he says. There's no contempt in his voice. Nor is there pity. Only defeat. He hangs his head, resting it against the bars of the slave pen.
The crowd goes silent. Heat devils dance across the surface sand, the sun's glare off the Sergeant's shield almost blinding.
Drip.
Drip.
Warm blood falls onto the desert sand. A tantalizing scent.
"I told you, didn't I?" The words come through gritted teeth. "I will not let you die."
The sergeant pulls his axe free from Evi's back, stepping back in shock, unsure of what to do. He glances around unsteadily, blood still dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Evi struggles to her feet, her injured leg barely able to hold her own weight as she props herself up with Cortez's cane.
"Enough!" Cortez calls out, pushing into the ring and rushing to Evi's side. "Enough! This match is forfeit! He has lost, there's no need to spill further blood."
General Haimon watches amusedly before signalling for the Sergeant to back off. "It is done, then. Annas is the victor - the warrior belongs to us."
Turning to his Sergeant, he scolds him, hissing our a string of harsh criticism. "What was that, Sergeant?", "I'm sorry Sir, I-", "A disgracefully sloppy display. Never let your guard down, boy. Have you forgotten your most basic lessons?", "Forgive me, General.", "Go get that wound treated. We'll discuss your training later."
Cortez only spares him a momentary glance before turning his attention back to Evi, hooking her arm around his shoulder, helping her to stand. "That was a foolish thing to do..."
Evi coughs, her body heaving as blood splatters onto the ground from her mouth. Cortez winces at the sight. "Your lung has been punctured." he says, shaking his head. "We must get you treated immediately."
"The White Queen claims none this day." Evi whispers, her voice faint. Her lids slowly close, and she drifts out of consciousness. "This is small price for a life..."
General Haimon walks over towards Haig, folding his arms behind his back as he looks down at the Ghoul. Watching. Waiting.
Haig's body is spent; he no longer has the strength to launch any sort of effective attack.
The Sergeant swings his axe as Haig rushes towards him, but the ghoul is too fast - He catches the Sergeant's wrist in one hand, violently shoving the Aegian's shield aside as he latches onto the warrior, blade poised to strike.
However, the Aegian anticipates this and leans back onto his tail, delivering a brutal kick to Haig's chest, pushing the ghoul off of him. "This ends now!"
Throwing all defense to the wind, the Aegian pushes his assault, intent on ending things before they get out of hand. Tossing his shield aside, he hammers the hilt of his axe into the ghoul, knocking him to the ground before raising his axe high into the air. The crowd has worked itself into a frenzy, chanting the word "Kill!" over and over. Thoughts of slave taking have been forgotten. They want blood.
The Sergeant grunts as the blade pierces the chink in his armor. He coughs violently as the ghoul pulls free, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "Well struck..." He groans. "...But it won't happen again!"
He roars as he launches into a full assault of twisting bashes and slashes. He begins a swing, only to move into a low, sweeping blow with his tail. As the Ghoul is knocked off balance, the Aegian rises, slashing across his chest with his axe and bringing his shield up in a vicious uppercut, sending Haig tumbling across the ground like a ragdoll.
He steps forward, all mirth gone from his voice. "You're spent, warrior! No man in all of Gracia has the skill to match me!"
The crowd roars as first blood is drawn, growing ever larger as the fight begins proper. The Aegian turns about to face the Ghoul as he moves to the center of the ring, his tongue running across his teeth. He raises his shield once more as he rushes forward with reckless abandon, primed to slam into Haig once more.
The Sergeant crashes into him with a meteoric blow, throwing the Ghoul back fifteen whole feet. The Sergeant roars as the blow is struck, arms spread wide as the Ghoul staggers back.
"As you wish!" the sergeant says, rushing towards Haig in an arc, his shield held high in a defensive stance. As he steps into range, he twirls quickly, bringing his shield around and slamming into Haig's body before bringing forward a slash with his axe.
Shield Slam:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26 for 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 plus Bullrush
Axe:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26 for 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
The force of the blow sends Haig reeling back, the crowd catching him and throwing him savagely back into the ring.
Haig is staggered as he regains his footing after being manhandled by the crowd.
The Sergeant grins as his armour is strapped on, eager for battle. The crowd gathers around the circle, forming a living barrier.
As the Sergeant enters, General Haimon catches his attention with a wink. "Give them a good show."
Intiative:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
The Sergeant roars, raising his axe and shield up into the air as the excitement builds in the crowd. As Haig drinks his potion, he turns towards the Ghoul, his teeth bared. "Is this my challenger?" he calls out, "Why I've felled greater beasts in my sleep! Haha!"
Intimidate:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32
The insult infuriates the undead warrior, demoralizing him. (4 rounds)
"A bold gamble!" the General says excitedly. He walks down from the platform, heading towards the sparring pit. It seems quite the crowd is gathering to see what's happening.
"Sergeant Annas!" the General calls out. "Get your armour on, we have a challenger!"
The Sergeant wheels around and gives the General a salute before moving to retrieve his armour. The General turns towards the ghoul once more. "Ready yourself. Sergeant Annas is one our most skilled. I look forward to seeing what you're capable of."
From what Haig has seen of Annas' fighting style, he appears to be quite a defensive fighter utilizing an axe-and-shield technique to wear his opponents down and put them at a disadvantage them with special maneuvers.
Evi looks across at Haig before drawing her longsword and offering it to him. "It's not much, but you won't need your other arm to use it..." +2 Longsword "Remember, this isn't a fight to the death - if you concede, I can free both of you tonight. Don't push yourself if it's too much."
What preparations are you taking before battle? Haig is on 76/80hp and suffering a -4 penalty when using his off-hand. It'd probably be better to imbibe any potions just before the match begins.
The group walk over to the raised platform where the General is overseeing the camp. Cortez hails him as they approach. "General Haimon, it has been a while!"
The grizzled Aegian looks down at him with a very no-nonsense stare. He wears a suit of full plate armour despite the heat, but doesn't appear the least bit bothered by it. A large scar runs the length of his jaw, crossing his lip and ending below his right eye.
"The master craftsman." he says with a a nod. "I had wondered when you would be back."
"Indeed! It is always a pleasure to see what new treasures have been unearthed." Cortez says joyfully. "But we can discuss these things later - I believe my travelling companions have something to ask of you. It is a matter of honour."
The General's attention seems to be caught by this, and he beckons the group closer. Evi steps forward, looking up at the platform.
"We would have a duel-" she begins. "For the life of the prisoner Kreios."
The Aegian chuckles, folding his arms and looking down at the group. "And why would you want to save the life of this disgraced Captain, mm?"
Evi looks across at Cortez, and he gives her a slow nod. Taking a breath, she turns back to the General. "He possesses knowledge of something that may aid us in our journey, and has promised us his aid should we free him."
The General scratches his chin, his head bobbing as he considers her words. "There is honesty in these words, and a great deal of courage and honour was needed to come forth so plainly. His freedom as prize for victory - but what can you offer us if you lose?"
"Honourable?" Cortez says, pondering the question. "Yes, certainly. Though what they call 'honour' may differ from you, you can certainly hold the Knights to their word. Keeping your word is a central part of the Aegian dogma. They have a word for those who do not - in our language it is forked-tongue, and is one of the greatest insults one can bear. Kreois may be enslaved, but he still has his pride - I do not doubt he will keep his word."
Evi looks over at Haig. "You are sure, then? We will speak with General Haimon when you are ready."
Cortez folds his arms at this. "A risky gambit, but one that could pay off well. Be wary of your use of magic - General Haimon is famed for his ability to sense it. They say he can smell it in the air."
Haig scouts out some possible routes to use, if they decide to take a stealthy approach. From his prior scouting, he knows that the Knights of Abraxas are a heavily disciplined bunch - they keep regular patrols during both day and night. Breaking a prisoner out undetected would not only require considerable skill, but perfect timing and coordination.
After an hour that seems to last a lifetime (or three weeks), Evi returns to the designated meeting spot, a pensive look on her face.
"I didn't want to risk asking any questions to the Knights outright, but I did manage to overhear some things that might be of interest..."
Evi goes on to detail some of the things she had heard, mostly inconsequential things like what loot the slaves had dug up in the ruins or that the Knights currently had members serving as mercenaries for both the Khaganates and the Aegians.
"I found out more about Kreois as well." she continues. "From what I gather, he was the Captain here before Zilenos (the Aegian currenty talking with Cortez). He made a mistake, gross negligence, was the phrase they used. Some prisoners escaped into the ruins..."
"That's right." Cortez says, having emerged from the tent, Aurelius trailing behind him. "According to their Laws, his mistake put his position at risk. Zilenos challenged him for his rank - If the former captain won, he would just get a slap on the wrist and retain his honour. If he lost, he would be disgraced and fall to the rank of slave. You can guess what happened then."
"Cortez." Evi nods in greeting, but then turns back to Haig and Lucia. "I don't believe in coincidence. The Emperor was not amongst the slaves we saw, and Kreios said only he could help us find him - that leads me to believe that he was amongst those who escaped under Kreois' watch."
She folds her arms. "It would help if he were there to guide us through the ruins... But we don't neccesarily need him at all. What do you think?"
"Of the Knights specifically?" he says, mulling over the question. "They're infamous for their discipline and strict codes. You might be able to find a way to use that to your advantage. I've heard they often use duels to settle disputes... You may be able to gamble a favour from them if you win."
Usman nods slowly. "You'd also have to offer a worthy enough prize in return... Not to mention having their commanding officer approve it in the first place. Hrm... the more I think about it the less appealing it seems..."
"Oho?" Kreios smirks at the debacle, obviously amused by the events.
"Truth?" the Knight asks, glancing over at the slave pens.
Kreios snarls as the soldiers turn towards the him, shouting curses and expletives at Haig in both the common and old tongues. He makes quite the show of it, spitting and gnashing his teeth like a feral beast. The skeptical knight shakes his head, letting out an exasperated breath.
"Take this as a warning, then. We will make sure he does not bother anyone else. Next time, do not rise to his provocations." the Knight gives you a nod. "Follow the rules and you will have no trouble. You best be on your way."
The Knight turns away, his voice drifting off as his attentions move to the prisoner. "...Kreios, Kreois, has captivity made an animal of you so soon? Sellos, fetch some boxes. I have a feeling it will be a long day..."
The Knights are sticking around to make sure Kreios doesn't cause anymore trouble. What do now?
Evi turns towards Haig, her arms folded. "This one seems to be more prisoner than slave. Even with Lucia's influence, I don't think they would be willing to let us barter for him." she thinks for a moment, shaking her head. "I'm not sure what we can do, save try to break him out under cover of night. Perhaps we should ask around."
One of the Aegians nods understandingly. "This heat gets to us all." he says, simply. "When you are in our camp, you obey our rules. Outsiders do not talk to the slaves. Especially a traitor like this scum." he spits into the dirt, glaring across at Kreios.
He seems content to leave it at that, but his companion is a little more skeptical, narrowing his eyes at Lucia's ruse. He stops his companion as the Knight turns to leave, directing attention back towards the three companions.
"I heard you asking questions to the blackblood." the Aegian growls menacingly, hand resting on the hilt of his axe. "You are up to no good, human. You three are coming with us."
The Aegians draw their axes, and walk towards you.
You can roll initiative, obey and go with them or try to talk them down.
"Haig, not so loud. You draw attention to us." Evi says, shooting a backwards glance at the soldiers milling about.
The prisoner snorts indignantly. "Listen to the little one, ghul." he growls. "If you speak of the man I think you do, then yes. I do know of him. And it means you will need my knowledge." the Aegian's eyes flicker past you, towards a pair of approaching Knights. "No more talk now." he says, wearing a displeased expression. "Your performance has drawn the guard."
Evi shakes her head, a contemplative look on her face. "I know very little of Gracia and Aegia." she says earnestly. "It is my first time in these lands. Perhaps Lucia would know." She glances over to the enchantress, hoping for her to add something to the discussion.
"I make no judgements of your skill, for I know you not." the prisoner says, turning his head away as he speaks.
"The Knights of Abraxas, however, I know all too well." His voice seems to carry some emotion behind it, beyond resentment. Familiarity, or perhaps even respect. "I know their skill, their valour, their wit. Men hand-picked by the High Chancellor to serve as his elite guard. Men who I have shed blood for, and who have given the same for me. My battle-brothers."
The Aegian is silent for a moment, lost in the memories of the past.
"Two months I have been prisoner." he says, his eyes turned back the the group once more. "Two months too long. Win me my freedom, and I'll tell you everything that I know."
The prisoner glances in Haig's direction as he hears his name called. He staggers towards the bars of the slave pen - more cage than pen - looking through at the ghoul. Blood trickles down his maw from where the lash broke skin, his nose twitching slightly as if from pain or irritation.
He leans against the bars, breathing heavily as he stares at Haig with deep-set, yellow eyes.
"Is there truth in those words?" he says tiredly. "I would give you anything, even my life in service, would you free me from these place."
He pushes away from the bars, taking two steps back. "But you cannot do that." he snorts. "The Knights of Abraxas are too cunning. Too wise. I should know."
The Taskmaster leads the three to the slave pens. Many of the slaves have already left, accompanied by soldiers, heading to their respective excavation sites.
"We have two dozen slaves at this camp." The Taskmaster says. "I do not know if you will find who you want so easily."
There are currently half a dozen slaves in the pens. Four of them are human, but they are brown-skinned men of the Khaganates. Another is a wiry green Aegian from the jungles, and the last is the tremendous Imperial Aegian who was being flogged earlier.
He growls at the group as they approach, apparently unfazed by his earlier lashing. "Come to gawk at the zoo?" he snarls, his voice deep and menacing. "Cut these bonds and I'll give you a show."
"Silence, Kreios!" the Taskmaster barks, lifting his whip. "Or else you'll get the lash again!"
The Aegian laughs at the threat, rolling his eyes. "O sera, I tremble!" he taunts. "The only thing weaker than your whipping arm is your bladder! Fight me as a man, Jailer, or hold your vile tongue."
"I said silence, cur!" the Taskmaster cracks his whip, striking the prisoner's face between the bars, eliciting a fierce roar from the prisoner. "You won't be laughing when the General gives the order to cut your belly open." the Taskmaster shouts. "Which I suspect will be any day now."
The prisoner grips his bleeding face, staggering away from the bars. The Taskmaster is fuming now, ready to lash out at anyone who bothers him. He turns towards the group, a maddened look in his eye. His nostril twitches as he regards them.
"I grow weary of this." he says agitatedly. "You have my permission to roam the excavation sites. I will be in my quarters when, and if, you find what you search for."
Without another word he turns and walks off without so much as a 'by-your-leave'.
The Aegian blinks as Lucia's spell takes hold, going cock-eyed for a moment. He shakes his head, as if trying to clear something out of it. "Hrm?" he grunts, sniffing the air. "Oh, er... Guess it never hurts to have a little extra on the side." he shrugs, turning away from you. He snorts, spitting a wad of phlegm into the dust before gesturing for you to follow.
Evi turns towards Lucia, an impressed look on her face. "I know that magic," she says quietly, "But never before have I seen it done so... effortlessly. If it weren't for these eyes, I wouldn't have known you cast a spell at all..." she folds her arms, turning back towards the taskmaster. "I like that." she adds simply, turning her gaze back towards the taskmaster as she walks.
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Lucia attempts to redirect the conversation, but her explanation isn't the most convincing, as she hesitates before each point, trying to think up a convincing tale.
The Aegian taskmaster picks up on this, his mouth forming into a snarl. "Our slaves are for digging." he repeats. He begins pacing back and forth, appraising the group again, stretching his scourge between his clawed hands. "No, no, I do not believe it. Tchk. I am wrong... this isn't about the monster." His narrowed eyes wander about, appraising you. "You want more. You want one. One, perhaps, one you call by name." he flashes his teeth, a sadistic grin. "One you know... and if you come this far... one of great value." He lets out a hideous, hissing laugh as he tilts his head back, his jaw opening grossly wide. A couple of soldiers look over in your direction, their curiosity piqued.
Evi turns towards Lucia and Haig, whispering. "He's not buying it. Maybe we should back off for now."
The taskmaster is fairly set in his opinion, filled to the brim with pride from his brilliantly clever deduction. You'll probably have to try something different.
Evi folds her arms as they walk from the tent. "Cortez, I think... Is a man who trusts in Takeda's judgement. I think he believes Takeda's slavery is of his own choice, that this fate is self-inflicted. He does not act, because he feels no need to. Cortez, perhaps, has more faith in this man than any of us." Evi is silent for a moment, staring straight ahead. She turns towards Haig for a brief moment. "What's worse, I fear he may be right."
The slaves seem to be a pretty even balance of humans, sanhedrin and green and brown scaled aegians. All of them are relatively fit (aside from being a bit on the underfed side) males of many different ages.
The Taskmaster breaks from barking orders at both slaves and soldiers as Haig addresses him. He is stooped and curled even for an Aegian, but despite this still manages to tower at almost 7ft. His scales are rough and dull brown things, cresting into greyed ridges on his shoulders and elbows, whilst his muscles are thick and knotted. "It's you." the Taskmaster says impatiently. "They said there would be fresh meat." He seems to punctuate the last words with a shake of is head. Only now does he seem to notice Haig's undead nature, appraising him with interest. "Ahaha, very good. Lean, strong, no need for sleep or shade..." Suddenly he stops, realizing that he had been spoken to. "Hurh?" it takes him a moment to process the words. "Our slaves are for digging, not for trading." he grunts. He thinks for a moment before narrowing his eyes, sniffing the air around the ghoul. "Nobody would come this far to buy a slave. What is it you want, creature?" A realization seems to dawn on him, and he starts to laugh - a coarse bellow that sounds more like barking. "I know what it is!" he declares, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He claps his hand together, his tail swishing back and forth as he laughs. The Taskmaster leans in close, his voice a growling whisper. "You want to feed."
After an hour of preparations, Cortez signals to the caravan that it's time to move out.
Cortez leads the way, followed by Aurelius with an automaton in tow and then the PCs, with Dimas taking the rear.
The caravan reaches the Aegian campsite in a short amount of time. Here, a constant low rumble spreads through the sands, the after effects of the nearby monolith. The campsite itself is set up near a trail of ruins left in Svarog's wake. Already it is a hive of activity, with soldiers marshaling the slaves into groups of three. The brilliant blue of their scales, the mark of Imperial Aegians, is dulled and dirtied from their prolonged stay in the desert, and many of them have exchanged their breastplates for simple hide or leather armors. Each of them bears a bronze armband and shield, both of them bearing the image of a crowned Aegian with snakes for legs.
This sigil is that of the Knights of Abraxas, who once served as the personal guard and task force of the High Chancellor - the second highest authority in Aegia, after the Emperor himself. However, after a political schism in which the Chancellor was found to be consorting with Syrictae shamans, the Knights of Abraxas were officially disbanded and the Chancellor executed. Many of them were absorbed back into the ranks of the Aegian military, but some chose instead to go into exile, serving as mercenaries and fortune hunters under the leadership of Brigadier General Haimon.
You find Bolivar waiting for you near the camel pen, looking rather nervous. Beside him towers a regal-looking Aegian with his helmet tucked under his shield-arm. He cocks his head, appraising the caravan as they approach, and greets them with a snarl. "General Haimon welcomes you, filthy human." "His welcome is received, lizard scum." Cortez says wtih a smile bowing his head at the Aegian. The Aegian meets Cortez's smile with a toothy grin of his own. "How have things been, lieutenant?" "Captain now, friend Cortez." the Aegian replies, to which Cortez responds with an impressed eyebrow raise. "Things have been slow." he continues, "Svarog wanders far from civilized land. Coin, treasure, it means nothing until we return to civilisation. There is no comfort to be bought amongst the sands." He lets out a rasp, which might have been a sigh. "Your camels can stay here." He gestures to the camel pen.
The group dismount and lead their camels into the pen, tying them to various posts before rejoining the Captain. "Come, we can talk more in my tent. It is cooler."
The sound of a whip crack pierces the general noise of the camp. Walking through the campsite, the group spy a muscular Imperial Aegian tied to a flogging post, his wrists and ankles shackled, wearing little more than a loincloth. He stands silent and unflinching as he's flogged by a massive brown-scaled Aegian wearing a ragged black executioner's hood. A few soldiers stand by to watch, but for the most part this event seems to be taken by the camp as completely unremarkable.
The group soon reach the Captain's tent, and are greeted by an aura of cool air, emanating from within. The inside of the tent is relatively spartan, with a simple folding screen dividing the sleeping area from the rest, consisting of a simple table and stools. Various bottles sit on the table, and the Captain retrieves one, uncorking it before sniffing its content.
Cortez sits down across from him, and turns the others. "The Captain and I have much to discuss. Most of which, I fear, would be of little interest to you. I'm sure they wouldn't object to you exploring the camp. Isn't that right, Zilenos?"
The Captain only seems to vaguely hear him, focused more on pouring himself a cup of wine. "Hrm? Oh... Yes, as long as they cause no trouble. If you need direction, Sergeant Annas will help you."
Aurelius is staying in the tent with Cortez, Dimas standing guard just outside. Bolivar is watching the camels. What do?
There are a few people of note around the campsite, if you wish to talk to them. They are red on the map. Blue are Aegian soldiers, orange are slaves, smiley faces are Bolivar and Dimas.
Captain Zilenos - in his tent talking with Cortez. Sergeant Annas - currently using the sparring pit. He seems to be quite skilled with the battleaxe. Taskmaster - the hooded brown-scaled Aegian. Quartermaster - in charge of supplies and trading. Standing by the armored wagon, giving provisions to the soldiers. General Haimon - Easily identified from his perch on the wooden platform overlooking the camp. Aegian Slave - Was being lashed earlier. Unlike the other Aegian slaves, he is an Imperial. Now in the Slave Pens.
The night is long, stretching for what seems like an eternity. Few of the company gain a good night's sleep, kept awake by warniness and anticipation of the day to come. High above, Svarog's eyes of pale blue glow in the darkness, barely visible beyond the ring of clouds circling his body.
Morning comes without incident. Haig heals 9 points of damage. The men mill about as they ready themselves for the day.
"We head down in an hour." Cortez announces to the camp. "Bolivar, ride ahead and announce our arrival. Che and Silvestre will guard the camp. Use the flares if anything happens."
"You heard him." Dimas says, turning to the men. "Don't worry. I'll keep our investment safe."
"Lucia, a word." Cortez says, taking her aside. "I would be cautious in my actions when we arrive at the camp. The Aegians' hatred of spellcasters is no secret. Arcana is forbidden to almost all Aegians, punishable by death. Witch hunts are held with regularity. I see no reason why it would be different here." He pats her on the arm. "Take care not to give them reason for suspicion."
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Evi takes a moment to speak to Cortez as the preparations are made. He lets out a small chuckle. "He is one... not so easily forgotten." he says. "You will know him when you see him. I have no doubt of that."
He leaves Evi in silence and goes back to his preparations.
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Are you doing anything before leaving? It's about a half-hour ride to the Aegian camp.
Evi folds her arms, contemplating the question.
"We'll accompany Cortez during the day." Evi says. "Perhaps we can get a better look around, and make sure that he's actually here. Before we can free him, we must first identify him."
She looks down at the sand. "And I... cannot actually remember his face." she admits, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "Though Cortez should be able to help us there."
Evi and Siraj sit contentedly as Haig recounts his journey south from Shiroishi, through the barren lands of Ozu and across the Great Battlefield. He tells of the great Miko shrine-citadel of Yashirodono, and the fires of Mt Aval. He speaks of Saga and its rolling hills, the highlands and the trade cities of the South. The ghost of a smile graces Evi's face as the ghoul mentions Minato.
"Each year," she begins, "They would have a festival in Minato. From all around the country, people would bring fireworks of every shape and colour. Traders would bring the latest fare from Aldebaran. It was amazing. They would sail into the bay, spreading across to the seagates, and come the night would fill the air with colour and life. The sky was a canvas, and they filled it completely."
She smiles, shaking her head. She describes the night's progression with great detail, from the simple rapid-fire explosions of the conventional fireworks to the intricate magecrafted figments, painting scenes from great tales high above.
"But what I remember best of all was his expression," she says. Her eyes seem to wander, as if looking over a book of old memories. "It was the first time he had seen fireworks. He was terrified." she barely supresses a laugh, raising a hand to her mouth. "We teased him relentlessly afterwards. To think that such a giant of a man, who fearlessly wrestled with bears and drakes, would turn to a child when met with something unexpected."
She leans back, looking up at Monolith before her. "I would very much like to go again... When this is all over."
Siraj raises his eyebrows, before turning and letting out a sigh. "There is so much wonder in this world." he says. "So much to be seen, so many tales to tell." he lets out a short laugh. "To think I spent so much of my life staring at the end of a mine shaft."
---
Evi glances down at the campsite, her arms folded. "Perhaps that is a good idea." she says. "But just a quick survey. We don't know what they're capable of, if we get caught."
---
Haig uses his Stealth Syngergy in conjunction with his Drill Instructor ability.
Stealth:1d20 ⇒ 11d20 ⇒ 20
Result: Haig (32), Evi (35)
Come the nightfall, Evi and Haig approach the Aegian camps to get a better feel for their layout. They pass undetected, and are able to get a rough map of the area.
There are numerous campsites near a field of ruins deposited in Svarog's travels. Most of these camps are little more than slave pens and military-style tents. There is one, however, which is larger than the rest.
Several things distinguish this campsite from the others, aside from its size: The presence of two larger command tents, a pair of watchtowers and a large armored wagon in the center of the camp. A yurt near the slave pens likely holds the taskmaster in charge of organizing all the slave activity. It is easy to determine this encampment to be the central hub of Aegian activity, and the most likely place to find what you're looking for.
Cortez chuckles at the ghoul's words. "And I, you." his reply. "Though do not mistake opportunity and mild curiosity for kindness. Truly, Aurelius and I only have our own interests at heart. Impartiality has helped us thrive in Aldebaran, and I suspect it will do so for many years to come."
The men set up camp behind a small hillock, out of sight from the Aegian camps below. Cortez and Aurelius join them after a short while, preparing themselves for the night.
Camp:
Usman settles down next to Cortez as the men prepare their evening rations.
"You really have no interest in the seal?" Usman asks. "All that power, and you're willing to just let it slip by?" "Well..." Cortez thinks for a moment as Dimas hands him a bowl of steaming stew. "Perhaps a slight academic curiosity."
He blows gently across the bowl. "You think of it as power, but all I see is a yoke. A pair of shackles."
Usman raises an eyebrow. "You would not rule, if you had the chance?"
Cortez laughs, shaking his head. "No, of course not. I have spoken with the Caliph Cid Hermenegild on many occasions, and if there is one lesson his counsel has taught me it is that a sovereign is a slave. Behind the prestige and glittering gold, you are held hostage by customs and law, and above your head always hovers the blade of your successors. No, I would not want that. I prefer to be a free man."
Usman nods slowly at his words. "You may be right." he says.
"And what of you?" Cortez asks, turning the conversation around. "What brings Usman, named by the underworld 'Assassin's-Bane', on this chase for foreign treasures?" "You've heard of me, then?" Usman says, somewhat surprised. "I would have thought... Well, it was many years ago." "Oho, by chance you flatter." Cortez laughs. "But I am far from young, and those years are but days to me."
Usman shrugs. "That's not what I had meant, but if it pleases you let it be." he leans back, looking skyward. "I am here... as penance, you could say. In my time I've brought much evil and suffering, made my share of orphans and widows. Now this... seal has come to light, and it threatens a darkness far greater than any of my deeds ever had. I must make sure it finds its way to virtuous hands." "A noble sentiment." Cortez says, stroking his beard. "But perhaps your feelings are misplaced."
Usman looks at him pensively. "What do you mean?" "Forgiveness," Cortez begins. "Is something that cannot be bought with deeds alone. It must begin and end here." He places his hand against his chest. Usman is silent, turning his gaze towards the meager campfire.
"You are not the only one." he continues, glancing over his shoulder towards the silhouettes of Haig and Evi. "They too must learn this, before everything is through."
Hill:
Evi sits on the edge of the hill, gazing towards the towering monolith. The sound of someone approaching breaks her from reverie. Siraj lets out a small grunt as he drops down beside her.
"It seems so surreal. Now that we're here, at least." Siraj says, gesturing towards the giant. Evi remains silent as the man talks, content to listen to his words. "I mean, you see it every day when you look to the south. It's always there, on the horizon, as ever-present as the White River. You see it, and you know it's there, but it seems like it could just as easily just be an illusion. Something you could see, but never touch. You know?"
Evi shakes her head. "No, I never feel that." she says simply. "The monoliths of my home are very real. Great wars are fought at the feet of Kagutsuchi on his throne at Mt Aval. My kin called him the Lord of Devestation, as he covered the land for miles in soot, ash and burning cinders. Entire cities disappear beneath his shadow, burnt and buried as he wanders."
Siraj looks over at her, hanging on her every word. Evi smirks, amused by his attentions. "You said... monoliths." Siraj says. "You mean to say there are more than one in your homeland?" "Unfortunately." Evi says darkly. "More terrible than Kagutsuchi is the wind tyrant Fujin... A demon of the skies that brings typhoons and tidal waves in its wake. His movements are rare, though, and much of his time is spent in the mountains of the far north or the islands of the Calamar. I remember his passing near the capitol when I was young. We avoided the worst, but the neighboring cities..."
She pauses, her eyes lost in memory. "Well, they were gone, along with much of the capitol's strength. The people were suffering, and there was little the Emperor could do to help them. That's when... Well... The rest is history." "What happened?" Siraj asks, sitting upright. "You can't just leave it there..." "Forgive me, but another time." Evi says. "I don't feel like going into it now."
Siraj lets out an exasperated sigh and falls back into the sand, his mind drifting over the possibilities for the future.
"Perhaps you are right." she says, glancing into the distance. "It has been a long time for both of us... But we can reclaim those together." She turns to the ghoul, a smile on her face. "I am glad."
---
A curtain of darkness rolls over the sky as the caravan reach the crest of the hill. Svarog dominates the sky, towering high above, its features lost in the clouds. From here to where its legs join with the earth is only an hour's ride away. Its movements are slow and methodical, each of its legs gliding forward one after the other, leaving behind them a stream of sand and rubble like the trail of an enormous snail. So ponderous are its movements that it takes an hour or more between each of its footfalls. In the distance, several campfires can be seen, pinpoints of light in the gathering darkness. Cortez points across to them.
"Those fires belong to the Knights of Abraxas." he says. "They were once soldiers in the Aegian Empire... Now they are rogue mercenaries - despicable looters and slavers."
"You said we could find Lord Takeda here." Evi says, looking over at him. "That means..."
"Yes." Cortez nods. "He is their prisoner. A slave, spending his days toiling for the riches of the lizard men."
"Aegian slavers?" Dimas exclaims. "We've less men than they have camps. You can't possibly expect us to fight them."
Cortez chortles, patting the mercenary on the shoulder. "Of course not, Dimas. I only paid you to see us to the monolith and back. You can find somewhere to make camp while we head down to do business." He looks away. "Of course, you'll have a hard time securing the latter half of your payment if we don't return." He turns back to Dimas with a cheeky grin, his eyebrows raised. "Just something to think about."
"Yeah, I get it." Dimas says, shaking his head. He turns away, riding towards his fellow mercenaries. "Crazy old bastard..."
Evi looks down at the flickering flames, her gaze wandering from camp to camp. "What is your plan, Cortez? How do we reach him?"
Cortez glances over at her, a surprised look on his face. "My plan?" he scoffs. "This isn't my business. I'm only here for trade, dear lady."
"Trade?" Evi exclaims, caught off-guard by his response. "With these men you call despicable?"
"Despicable, yes." Cortez nods. "But good businessmen. I am sorry, young lady, but your business is your own. I have no stake in this."
"I... understand." Evi dismounts, turning away from him as she begins to walk away.
"A word of advice, dear Evi." Cortez says to her back. "Takeda's exile is his own. This slavery he would view as penance for his past failures - he may not want to come back at all."
"That's fine with me." Evi says, sparing a backwards glance before walking off.
Cortez lets out a sigh. "Young ones are always so rash." he dismounts as well, walking briskly towards Haig. "Here, there is something I must give you."
He pulls off his left glove, revealing two rings - one silver and one gold. He removes the silver band, and places it into the ghoul's palm before leaning in close.
Haig:
"This is one of two rings required to free the seal, entrusted to me by the man who brought Takeda to me. Without its twin it is useless." He whispers. He glances at Evi's figure in the distance. "She is not ready for this responsibility. I do not know if she will ever be. Keep it safe."
Haig has healed 45 points during travel, putting him on 52hp. His arm is still damaged. The men are setting up camp for the night. What do?
"The warlock?" Evi asks, staring at the ghoul for a moment before the realization hits her. "Oh. You speak of Joe." She is silent for a while, and it almost seems as if she will not answer. "Joe is an enigma. He comes and goes as he pleases. I doubt even death would hold him back, should he wish to return."
She nods as she listens to Haig's question, taking a moment to think before answering.
"Was my tale a happy one?" She says, leaning back slightly. "For a time... I guess it was. My days in Saga were the happiest of my life. Every day I could be with my friends, the people I loved. See their smiling faces. We were three brought together by loss - Lytril, Alastar and I. Three people alone, who found a common bond beneath Joe's roof. We walked the sun-dappled paths of the Feywood, spoke with the Sanhedrin of the Ariake, gazed at the stars with the Oni philosophs. We fought together, celebrated together. I... We... were happy. A family."
The name Alastar is a familiar one. One Haig has heard before. His mind drifts back to the visions at Shiroishi and the man who had cut down the Emperor. He was the one who had forced the Emperor to live. The man who had brought him to Aldebaran against his own wishes. But it is more than that. It is a name from his own past, one that causes his stomach to twist and growl.
"It didn't last, of course." she continues. "In the end our happy days came into an end. Lytril could not escape his past. Sirius caught up with him, and us."
She relates the story of Lytril's past, of Balmung, the Durlond sword, and the assassin sent to claim it. It is a story Haig had briefly heard before, but never in this much detail. Suddenly her connection to the events at Heim and the fight against Sirius are put in a new light. It was never about her sense of righteousness or justice. It was revenge.
"The assassin we dealt with easily enough, but our environs were collapsing all around us. Only one of us would make it out alive. In the end they died not by an assassin's hand or family grudge. They died so that I could live."
Haig feels a pressure against his back as Evi pushes her head forwards, her eyes clenched shut. "I swore then I would never let another die for my sake. By my honour and my life, I would not be the one who needed saving. I would be the one to protect the ones I loved, and not the other way around. So now you know, Haig. Now you know why I can't let you protect me. Why I can't let you stand before me and face the jaws of death alone."
The pressure lifts from the ghoul's back as Evi straightens up once again.
"And now that you know, Orotoshi-dono, I must ask you the question." Evi's breathing is slow and calm. "Will you not stand beside me? Not behind, as a servant... Nor in front as a guardian, but by my side... as a friend."
---
Each day that passes, the monolith grows closer. It rapidly grows, filling the horizon with its massive bulk, bleached blue by distance. Clouds float about its body, stirred by the ponderous movements of its massive club-like arms. It body roils and shifts, walls of stone appearing and disappearing beneath the sandy surface of its skin. Whole castles surface from its depths, only to sink back in by the day's end. Some parts seem almost solid, crusty rock formations and ruined buildings drifting across the shifting surface like islands, palm trees and vines growing from the craggy outcrops. Water breaks from its surface at some points, waterfalls crossing its body like pulsing veins. High above, its head is barely visible, a vague lump with three glowing blue eyes. As you move closer, the tremors cause by its movement become more noticeable. Soon you will be upon it.
"Few see the monoliths in their detail," Cortez says sagely. "Just wait until you see it closer - You can see the centuries pass in its sands, the cities of kingdoms long gone and races not known in the time of men." A smile spreads across his face, his eyes lost in memory. "Indeed... Such a sight is something that one never grows accustomed to."
Travel:
The caravan journeys south without pause, stopping only to sleep, eat or refill waterskins on the rare occasion that a spring is found. The air is one of vague excitement as you grow ever closer. Siraj and the mercenaries exchange myths and legends surrounding the monolith, ranging from the mundane to the extraordinary.
"I've heard that the ghosts of ancient empires live in the ruins it carries," Che says. "Races of monstrous winged beasts with octopus heads, four-armed men as tall as trolls, pygmy men who stand only as tall as the knee! Haha, can you imagine?"
Siraj laughs heartily at the outrageous claims. "What a sight, what a sight!" he slaps his knee as he rides, sighing heavily with a smile on his face. "How amazing it would be to discover such a thing! If only I could be part of such a tale."
"My friend, you are." Bolivar chips in, laughing. He turns to the others. "It seems Siraj is so lost in fantasy he forgets he is part of this journey as well."
Siraj looks around at the others, nodding as they laugh. "Yes. Yes, I guess you are right." His smile grows, and he joins with their laughter.
----
Camp:
The caravan sit by the campfire as the sun begins to set. The group settle down with rations retrieved from the automaton's storage, whilst Aurelius patrols the perimiter.
"I had been meaning to ask," Usman says, regarding Cortez. "But that rifle..."
"Unique!" Cortez says proudly. "Originally made for one of my automatons to utilize. But that... did not work out." His voice drifts off slightly as he glances away. "Uziel Soto is actually a close friend of mine." he says, gettting back on track. "Cid Hermenegild once comissioned us both to... Hrm. Well, I probably should not talk about that."
Usman raises his eyebrows. "It must be good, having that much money and influence."
Cortez laughs, pushing his spectacles back as they slide forward. "Yes, I suppose it is." he says with a smile. "But it does come with its risks." his smile seems to fade a little as he glances over at Aurelius. "Sometimes it can bring the wrong kind of attention." He frowns a little, staring into the campfire.
---
Morning:
Evi sits in the shade with her legs crossed as the caravan prepares to move on. In her hands she holds a set of prayer beads, uttering Achaean prayers in old common as she stares into the distance. Wearing only a simple chest binding and her trousers, the full extent of her scarring becomes visible. Old wounds mark much of her torso, across her stomach and back, and her arms are crisscrossed with thin white lines. A voice comes from behind her.
"I know those prayers." Aurelius says. He leans against the rocks, looking out across the desert. "They are prayers to the Elder Goddess."
Evi doesn't respond, continuing with her prayers.
"Many of the Gracians say that the old gods do not respond to prayers any more. That they fall on deaf ears." He tilts his head back, his eyes turning towards the White River. "I used to follow the old gods also. I'm not so sure any more."
"They are right." Evi says suddenly. "Achaea hears no prayers. She expects no love, and gives none in return. All she wants is reverence."
Aurelius looks at her, caught off-guard by her answer. "If it has no meaning, then why do you pray?"
"It has meaning." Evi replies. "It's a time of meditation and reflection, where one can disappear from the world into the depths of themselves. Enter a trance. The words mean little - the fact that this meditation takes the form of a prayer is a simple convenience."
Aurelius strokes his chin, mulling over her words. "Hrm. Not something I would do, but... It makes sense. In a manner."
---
Feel free to jump in on any or all of these conversations, or start ones of your own. If you don't wish to, simply post any actions you wish to do during the travel time (of around a week) and indicate your desire to forge ahead.
1 Oil of Resist Energy (Electricity)
4 Potions of Cure Serious Wounds (3d8+5)
2 Potions of Haste (5 rounds)
3 Potions of Remove Curse (CL 5)
2 Flasks of Moderate Harm (3d8+5)
Flextime, Haig:
"I thank you." Usman says, strapping the axe's baldric onto himself. "Of course, you are welcome to your bow." He hands the composite bow back to Haig before drawing the pistol. "It feels good to have a gun in hand again. Hrm... One of Vega's earlier works, but still fine craftsmanship nonetheless." He twirls the pistol in hand before holstering it once more and giving Haig a nod. He glances across at his camel. "tsk. I wish it had survived. I'll have to make use of one of the automatons." He sighs. "The metal gets so hot in the sun..."
Siraj gives a shrug as Lucia addresses him. "I'm happy with anything I can swing, boss." he says. "I don't need nothin' fancy."
---
Having finished his dealings, the Gallow-Hanger turns southward, gesturing for the caravan to follow him. "It is time."
"Lead on, then!" Cortez says, clapping his hands together. "Aurelius, gather the beast of burden."
Aurelius watches Stormcrow as the creature lopes towards the cacti. "Can we really put our trust in it?"
"Of course not!" Cortez laughs as he pulls himself onto his camel. "But I feel that if its intent was to kill us, then it would have done so already. No, we should be safe for now."
Aurelius shrugs and turns away. "I suppose you are right."
If you have anything else you need to do before leaving the waterhole, you can use spoilered FLEX TIME to do it.
---
Evi says a brief Achaean rite as the caravan departs, leaving Sofriono's body in the sand. A sense of numbness blankets the group, as if the weariness of travel had sapped away any victorious feelings. But yet, there is no sadness. Nor is there joy, nor anger. Just the road ahead.
Stormcrow leads the caravan with surety and confidence, navigating you southwards towards your destination. He chants in sylvan as he hops forward through the desert, occasionally stirring up small whirlwinds with his staff. The caravan catches the attention of a passing pair of wyverns, but he frightens them off by conjuring a whirling sandstorm high above you. The journey passes quickly and you encounter no dead ends, nor unexpected twists or dangerous encounters. Occasionally he mentions the hazards you are avoiding by taking a certain route, croaking the words "Manticore nest" or "Sinkhole" as he points in the general direction.
Before you know it, you've reached the edge of the forest. The vast steppe stretches out before you, your goal clearly visible in the horizon: Svarog of Aeons Passed, the great monolith of Gracia. It is clear before you now, no longer simply a silhouette on the horizon. There is still a distance yet to travel, but you are closer than ever to reaching your goal.
"In the shadow of the monolith..." Evi says, her eyes fixed on her towering figure, as much landscape as creature.
"That is right." Cortez says, riding up beside her. "Perhaps there you will find the answers you seek."
"I have no questions to be answered." she retorts. "I am here for my clan and for my people. No more than that."
Cortez takes a long breath and turns away from her. "If that's what you truly believe..."
The great forest of Saguaro behind you, the way ahead is clear. Stormcrow idly sways in place as you take a moment to recover from the journey. "Stormcrow goes no further. Stormcrow must stay, guide the Saguaro. Make sure it does not go to cities to feed." The Gallow-Hanger chuckles at the prospect, as if he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. He begins to walk away, but then pauses, turning back towards the caravan. "Do not pass the Saguaro again."
A long ride lies ahead of you. It will not be long before you reach your destination. Are there any actions you wish to take before leaving the forest?
Haig:
Haig, your arm will regain basic functions during the trip (Allowing you to use it alone or 2h with a -2 penalty), but cannot begin to heal properly until you reach full hitpoints. The trip will be several days, and you will most likely heal 45-69hp during the course of it (Provided you eat fresh meat of some sort, obtainable through Survival checks).
The creature looks over the mask for a minute, holding it up in front of him. It gives a nod. "Yes. It is good."
Haig obtained STORMCROW CLOAK.
Flex Time (Trading with Stormcrow):
Any additional transactions can be handled using FLEX TIME, in spoilers such as this.
"On your belt." Usman says, looking at the creature. "You have a Vega - an old pistol, but fine nonetheless. Are you willing to trade that, also?"
"This?" The gallow-hanger draws the pistol. He inspects it for a moment before looking at Usman. "Yes. Young ones favour this new weapon of men. Stormcrow prefers the old ways. Take."
Stormcrow accepts the cloak in exchange for a VEGA "VETERAN" DUELLER (Standard Catalyst). Stormcrow is willing to grant you a masterwork weapon from the following list as a bonus: Sap, Siangham, Shortsword, Rapier, Longsword, Waraxe, Longspear.
Usman shakes his head as he approaches. "None at least by the Tyrant Lizard." he says, glancing at Haig.
"What happened?" Cortez asks, stealing a glance towards the cactus forests. "Was there another beast?"
Dimas snorts from atop his camel, wiping the still-bleeding wound above his eye with a scrap of cloth. "Scavengers." he says, pulling a ceramic vial from his belt. He uncorks it with his teeth, spitting the cap into the sand. "Took Sofriono off guard. Tore out his throat, then came for me." He tilts the vial back, swallowing its contents in one go before tossing it away.
"How terrible..." Cortez says, clicking his tongue. "Will you build a pyre for him as well?"
The mercenary shakes his head, a displeased look on his face. "He was a good warrior, but he was sin dios. Godless. There are no rites for him, no burial that will ease his soul. He belongs to the steppe now."
Cortez closes his eyes for a moment. "He followed the Cero philosophy? I never knew..."
Dimas ignores him, turning towards the Gallow-Hanger. "Scarecrow!" he calls out, his arms stretched wide and a sneer on his face. "You have your slaughter! Is this blood enough for you?" Dimas clenches the bloody rag, drops of dark blood dripping into the sand beside him.
The Gallow-Hanger reaches deep within the dinosaur's stomach before pulling out a semi-skeletal humanoid corpse. It inspects the corpse for a moment, squatting over it and prying open the mouth before letting it drop back into the sand. It turns to the mercenary, eyes glowing in the shade of its hat.
"Yes, this will please the Saguaro." the scarecrow croaks, a twisted smile forming on its crudely stiched mouth. "It will forget you while it feeds."
The gallow-hanger turns towards the dinosaur once more, lifting its staff into the air as it begins to chant in sylvan. Gigantic limbs of sand and stone reach up from the ground, wrapping around the corpse as it is slowly pulled underground. The creature chuckles at the sight, hopping in place delightedly as the last of the beast sinks below the surface.
"Good." it says, turning towards the group. "If Saguaro is content, Stormcrow is content. Stormcrow will guide you to forest's edge. Hrm. Bones first." He turns towards the ruined humanoid corpse once more, and chants a short phrase. A mist roils out of the creature's mouth and over the cadaver, stripping away its flesh completely, leaving only bone. The scarecrow pulls off the remains of the creature's equipment before gathering the bones in a sack. It pauses for a moment, glancing at the nearby people as if only just remembering their presence. "Take." it says, gesturing at the pile of equipment. "You have won."
Most of the equipment has been ruined beyond repair, but a quick sweep of detect magic reveals two objects of note in the pile. One is a sheathed shortsword and the other is an iron wand that seems to have survived the creature's gut. Inspection by either Lucia or Cortez reveals them to be a +1 Anarchic Shortsword and a Wand of Lightning Bolt (CL 10; 10 charges) respectively.
The gallow-hanger finished gathering the bones and turns to you. "Stormcrow will lead you south. Hrm." It raises a finger, wiggling it as if in contemplation. "Many die in Saguaro. Stormcrow has much he cannot use. Survivors rare. Maybe you trade with Stormcrow?"
Stormcrow's Inventory:
Stormcrow doesn't seem particularly interested in gold, but is willing to barter. He will purchase the wand from you in exchange for a bundle of potions (A random number of Resist Energy, Cure Serious Wounds, Haste, Remove Curse and Inflict Serious Wounds.)
He is also selling a Stormcrow Cloak, which lets the user glide over distances or gain a fly speed of 60ft for 10 rounds/day (Non-consecutive, swift action). He'll trade this for the wand, or any magical item/s (Excluding arms and armour) with a value of 40.000v (4000gp) or more.
He is willing to trade the +1 anarchic shortsword for a +2 ghost touch greataxe.
With Lucia's aid, the mercenaries are able to take down the creatures with no further casualties. Dimas and Bolivar fight with practiced blows, their skill at arms apparent. Siraj too does his share of work - his form is unrefined and crude, powerful swinging blows, more brawler than soldier. Fortunately his enemies are little more than beasts, and his brutal style proves just as effective at taking them down. The raptors turn tail as they find themselves overwhelmed, only to be cut down by Lucia and Usman from afar.
Dimas drops from his mount, landing unsteadily on the sand as he walks towards Sofriono's body. The mercenary's throat seems to have been torn out, caught off-guard by the pack of predators as they snuck up from behind. Dimas is badly wounded himself - lacerations cover his arms and torso, and a deep gash is set into his brow above his eye, bleeding down across his face. Had Lucia not intervened when she did, he might have been dead. He breathes heavily, exhausted from the battle, but if he feels any pain he does not show it. He regards Sofriono for a moment before turning away and spitting a bloody wad of spittle into the sand. He mutters his thanks to Siraj and Bolivar before climbing onto his camel once more. He gives Lucia and Usman a half-hearted salute before riding back towards his charge. Bolivar follows, leaving Sofriono where he is.
----
"I don't need you to jump in front of giant beasts for me!" Evi reprimands Haig. "Perhaps you didn't learn in the sewer, but fighting these things head on is not something we want to do! A beast is not a warrior. It is not a knight, nor a samurai, nor anything in which there would be shame in running from. There's no need for pointless heroics. I thought you would be able to make the distinction."
Evi lets out a long sigh as she calms down. She turns back to the ghoul with a stern expression. "Whether you feel pain or not is irrelevant. You're no use to anyone if you're broken. Can you move?" Evi grimaces, looking across the ghoul's wounds. "Tch. I can't mend these... but we were lucky this time. If Aurelius had taken a moment longer..."
Her voice drifts off as she gets to work, popping dislocated joints back into place and making sure limbs aren't bent at unnatural angles.
Haig:
Your left arm seems to be broken quite severely, and you cannot move it for the moment being. You're quite surprised that it's still attached at all. The necromantic energies of your unnatural body should repair the damage soon enough, but for the time being it is completely useless and unresponsive, simply dangling by your side.
You can wield your falchion one-handed at a -4 penalty, or find another one-handed weapon to use until you regain movement in your arm.
----
The gallow-hanger hops down from his perch, drifting down to the ground like a feather before landing at the tyrannosaurus' side. It crouches, chuckling to itself as it dips its fingers into the blood. "Huhu... Good blood. Strong blood." It hops up, bouncing from side to side as it moves down the creature's length, running its hands across the beast's scaly hide. It reaches into its poncho and pulls a knife from between its ribs, inspecting the knife briefly before jamming it into the tyrannosaur's midsection. With rough motions it begins to cut through the beast's belly, intent on getting at the creature's innards.
----
Cortez tucks his pistol away, his head falling back as he breathes a sigh of relief. Aurelius walks over, the two exchanging glances before bursting into laughter. "This journey will surely make a tale worth telling," Cortez says, clapping Aurelius on the back. "Well shot, old friend."
Aurelius shakes his head, his eyebrows raised. "I couldn't make that shot again, even if you asked." he smiles, still in disbelief of what happened. "Surely it's a testament to Soto's work. We should have a drink with him when this is all over." "Without a doubt, without a doubt." Cortez says, nodding in agreement. He glances over to the gallow-hanger. "There's still things to be done. Pack the rifle away."
Aurelius hefts the rifle up and heads towards the automatons without a word. Cortez heads in the other direction, joining up with the mercenaries before heading towards the giant corpse.
Ava chuckles. "Heh. Mmm, that could be fun." she says, a contemplative smile on her face as she considers it. "Perhaps an option for the future. For now though..." She turns her head away, looking towards the Torchbearers. The weight of their cause says enough, and nothing more needs to be said.
Ava starts at Janiven's words, quickly getting to her feet. "Did you say tieflings?" She addresses Janiven directly, eschewing any formal greetings. She walks over towards the cluster with purposeful strides, brushing down her clothes with her hands.
Haig exchanges the briefest of glances with Evi as the great lizard turns to the braying camel. A window. Their forces were routed, and their last line of defense, the great scoped rifle behind, must be protected."ENCHANTRESS! WE FELL THIS CREATURE NOW! STRIKE HARD!"
Haig takes two sweeping steps forward, draws his blade, and shears through the creature's flank with a great leap, landing at it's feet as it rears up, praying that the shield spell will hold
Evi quickly follows Haig's lead, gathering her ki into a short-range blink. She shoots forward with blistering speed, slashing at the creature's ankle with her scimitar as she passes. The dinosaur bellows, staggering from the two mighty blows it has recieved. Evi lands behind it, wincing in pain as her leg begins to give way beneath her. "Ah... She quickly steadies herself with Cortez's cane, readying her blade with a look of determination in her eyes.
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High above, Lucia hears Haig's call for felling the creature. She glares at the gargantuan foe, "Fine, you can burn!" She'll say, before spinning back to a safer distance and with a cry she'll lash out viciously with her arm, unleashing a great fireball at the Tyrannosaur.
The fireball explodes in a ferocious blast, completely enveloping the tyrannosaur. The burning flames spread outwards towards Evi and Haig as well, flames shooting past them as they try to shield themselves. Evi sweeps her cane in front of her, deflecting the flames with a blast of wind, but Haig is not so fortunate. The flames rip past him, searing his flesh as they pass. Haig takes 28 points of fire damage.
The fire clears, the beast still standing, looking more enraged and maddened than ever.
Cortez staggers back, amazed at the spectacle before him. He moves back to a slightly safer position, loading his pistol and firing another shot at the creature.
He glances southward and calls out. "Aurelius, quickly!"
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The Tyrannosaur turns on Haig, letting out a vicious roar before lunging towards him with its massive jaws. The magical warding around Haig shatters before the creature's might and it siezes the ghoul by his arm, tosssing him into the air like a ragdoll before catching him in its jaws again with a sickening crunch. 39 damage, and grappled.
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Bolivar(Mercenary3) turns his head, looking towards the east. He shouts something to Siraj before he rides off in that direction. Usman fires a parting shot at the tyrannosaur before he and Siraj join the mercenary. Silvestre(merc4) and Che (Merc2) will continue to pepper the dinosaur with arrows, to little effect.
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"Go, then!" Aurelius shouts at the mercenary. "I can handle this! You just make sure nothing gets me."
Aurelius takes a deep breath as Bolivar, Siraj, Usman head towards the east. He slowly lowers himself down to one knee, lining the shot up across the sight of the barrel. He blocks out the sound around him, his focus immense. Time seems to slow to a crawl around him as he counts the variables: the beast; the ghoul; the wind; the swell of dust at the creature's feet. There was only one thing left to do. He pulls the trigger.
Something hot brushes past Haig as the creature thrashes about. In an instant he is freed from the creature's grip, sent hurtling through the air.
The effect is explosive. The bullet plows through the creature's head, chunks of flesh and blood sent soaring through the air as the it bursts from the back of its skull. The creature flails about as its legs give way beneath it, plowing through cacti as the body falls down with an enormous crash.
Haig crashes into the cacti as he flies, before falling limply to the ground with a thud. Haig takes an additional 6 from falling, placing him on 7hp
Evi rushes towards him, stumbling and tripping as she falls down to her knees at the ghoul's side.
"Haig!" She shouts angrily. "Haig, you idiot! Why did you run straight at it? Why!?"
She closes her eyes, her hands curled into fists. "Say something, damn you!"
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Haig:
Darkness surrounds you. A familiar feeling. Your body is broken - the damage extensive. Your left arm isn't responding, and your right is little better. There is a presure on your body. A voice calling you. The voice of your ward. You ignore your body's warnings, push past the torn muscles and shattered bones, and open your eyes. Evi kneels beside you, scolding you. Somehow it makes you feel happy. She is safe.
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Though the battle is over for Haig and Evi, the mercenaries still fight in the east. Sofriono and his camel have fallen, blood soaking into the sand below. Dimas too stands on the brink, bloodied and covered in wounds, surrounded by raptors. He lets out a battle cry as he slashes at them with his longsword, decapitating one with a swing of his blade before sinking it deep into another. Arrows whiz past as Usman and Bolivar arrive on the scene, bringing their weapons to bear on the creatures. Bolivar charges into them, his horse trampling over them as he hacks at them with his sword. Siraj too joins the fray, making short work of the creatures before him as he heaves his pickaxe into them.
Lucia, do you want to participate in that battle at all, or will you leave Siraj and the others to handle it?
Woooow, dat last crit. 99 damage, and JUST hitting the confirmation with the melee penalty. Also hue hue, Tesla-style battling. Haig got a 1 on his save too, but fortunately his Breastplate is made of stronger stuff than gnommish rapiers.
YOU LILY-LIVERED SON OF AN ODD SOCK, GET OUT OF HERE.
Initiative:
Haig
Evi
Lucia
Cortez
Merc5
Tyrannosaurus
Merc3
Usman
Siraj
Merc2
Merc4
Aurelius
Merc1
MOTHER OF ALL POST GETS.
Lucia focuses her mind, blasting the Tyrant Lizard with waves of mental fatigue. In an instant things become quiet, the giant shape still and silent save for the echoing of its breath. Another footstep shakes the ground, and then another - ponderous and slow. Lucia hovers midair, unsure of whether or not her spell took hold. A deafening roar answers her as the creature's footsteps speed up once more. The creature's primal mind is too foreign for her magic, its bloodlust and desire to feed too strong to be conquered... At least this time.
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Cortez falls back to Usman's camel, the seals on his glove glowing orange as he takes aim at the vague shape in the mist. He lets forth a single shot, the bullet leaving behind it a bright fiery trail before it hits its mark with a wet thud. From the depths fog you can see the glow persist, making it somewhat easier to target the creature.
Cortez's tracer rounds grant allies a +2 bonus to hit until the start of his next turn.
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Sofronio(Mercenary5) spurs his camel, heading towards the east as he fires his bow into fog. This is to little avail, however, as the thick mists cushions the arrows like a wall of padding and diffusing all of its force.
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The Tyrannosaurus bursts from the northern part of the fog, its eyes darting about wildly in search of its prey. The waterside plants roil up once more to welcome the beast, but it easily tears free of the grasping weeds as it heads towards the cacti. The ground shakes as the creature enters the caravan's midst, salivating as it scans the veritable feast of flesh laid out before it, jaws ready to snap at whatever makes a move first.
The creature cannot attack this turn, having double-moved, but can still make AoOs. Its threatened area is shown in red on the map. The cacti give Evi partial cover and Merc4 and Merc2 improved cover. The camel in front of Cortez gives him soft cover.
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Bolivar(Mercenary3) rides westward, firing his shortbow when he gets a clear shot. The arrow sticks into the tyrannosaur's flesh, jutting from its torso as the creature roars, no doubt more from annoyance than pain.
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Usman deftly steps to the side, whirling around to face the creature and following up on Bolivar's volley with three rapid arrows of his own. Only one of his shots pierces the creature's hide, but it sinks deeply into the creature's flesh."Now!" he yells, sparing a glance towards Aurelius. "Take another shot!"
"No! It's too close!"Aurelius replies through gritted teeth. "I have to get some more distance!" He grips the massive rifle and turns, attempting to get into a position where he can line up a shot.
Siraj glances around helplessly, unsure of what to do. Eventually he decides to fall back abit, hovering by Auelius' side.
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Camels bray and bleat as they try to flee from the beast. Silvestre(Mercenary2) and Che(Mercenary4) pull their camels back, managing to break away from the creature, but Usman's camel is not so lucky. The dinosaur's massive jaws clamp around the unfortunate beast, killing it instantly as the foot-long fangs crunch through flesh and bone. The dinosaur flings the carcass aside, the taste of blood invigorating it as it turns towards its remaining prey. Cortez stands petrified, his eyes and mouth wide open, terrified by the fact that it could have easily been him in that camel's place.
Dimas(Mercenary1) rides east and out of view of the caravan. His shouts can be heard in the distance, details drowned out by the roars of the massive beast before them.
Haig:
Haig/Perception:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Haig, though you have more pressing matters at hand, your KEEN BATTLE AWARENESS lets you absorb details from all around, even fragments of Dimas' shouts.
"Sofro.....tch out!.... Sou.... There is.... ind you!"
We'll bump Haig to the front of initiative for round 2, rather than last for round 1. Including this turn, there are five rounds of tactician left. Post actions for round 2.
Lucia vanishes, and flies up above the waterhole. The saurian beast seems completely unaware as she begins casting her spell, causing the weeds on the ground to slowly grow and snake towards the creature's legs. All of a sudden they whip forward, surging up the dinosaur's limbs, squeezing tightly. The beast lets out a tremendous roar, pulling away from the strangling plants. Powerful though the magic is, it is no match for the gargantuan creature's sheer strength. Plants are ripped from the ground, vines snapped and stems broken as the giant lizard breaks free, moving away from the grappling plants.
As Lucia's invisibility fades, the creature staggers back, its eyes scanning the surroundings for a foe - a threat. It spies Lucia, but chooses to ignore her, regarding her as something too far and too small to be a problem. Instead its eyes settle on the cacti where the caravan lies in wait and begins to move towards it, roaring in a show of dominance.
"Dead gods be damned" Aurelius swears, his grip tightening around the rifle. "It's seen us!"
"No! Hold!" Usman says, his eyes still fixed on the beast. "The enchantress may halt it yet."
Up above, Lucia follows the beast, preparing to cast another spell. From her outstretched hand shoots a whisp of black energy, coiling like a tendril of smoke as it darts down towards the Tyrannosaur, colliding with its face. The sorceress waits a moment for the darkness to sink into the creature's eyes, but it is unfazed, pushing through the black haze as it begins to pick up speed towards the caravan.
"Damn it all!" one of the mercenaries shouts. "I'm not waiting for that beast to reach me!"
He looses his arrow, and the others follow suit, half a dozen arrows whizzing through the air towards the beast. Few arrows pierce the creature's scaly hide, and the damage caused by those that do seems almost neglibile. With a sound like a cannonshot, Aurelius fires the weapon. A flaming projectile flashes forward from the rifle's muzzle, boring into the creature's hide like a hot coal. The beast bellows from the pain of the wound, but is not slowed, continuing its advance.
Lucia:
As the creature leaves the waterside you notice three smaller creatures of a similar shape to the tyrannosaur dart out from the cacti to feast on the wyvern carcass. They look around vigilantly between each bite, taking the opportunity to steal some of the dinosaur's meal. Each of them is as big as a man. They let out a croaking sort of screech, their heads turned to the east. A matching reply emanates from the cactus forest. It seems you were not the only one following this beast, and they are not alone.
Knowledge (nature):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
This vicious looking predator is a sickle raptor, or in the old tongue, a deinonychus. They are very fast for reptiles, and this speed combined with their razor sharp talons, nasty bite and ability to leap in to combat to deliver a deadly initial attack make them a very dangerous opponent.
Combat has begun and we are now acting on initiative, as in the spoiler above. You can now post spoilered actions for round 1 at any time and I'll compile them.
"It may be too big to be defeated by skill of arms alone," she leans in towards Haig, whispering to him so that the others cannot here. "If those jaws close around any one of us, we would be surely dead. I do not think all of us will make it out alive." She glances across at the mercenaries. "But that sacrifice needn't be us."
Siraj glances over at the two, oblivious to the conversation. "I have a bad feeling about this."
Aurelius slides down from the top the Automaton and opens its back up. From inside he pulls a series of several metal shafts and pieces, connecting each together as he does so. In a matter of seconds he assembles a tremendous rifle, as long as he is tall. Despite its size, the rifle maintains a semblance of elegance, with a polished wooden grip and golden filigree. An crystalline red cylinder sits above the grip, faintly glowing.
"A rare weapon!" Usman says, his eyes widening slightly. "I've never seen one before."
"An unwieldy thing." Cortez says, adjusting his spectacles. "But ever so useful for shooting down wyverns and manticore. As far as I know, only Aurelius has the strength to wield it without a fixture. It... should help against the beast."
Aurelius raises his eyebrows, toting the massive gun away from the automaton with a little difficulty.
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The men ready themselves, drawing out their bows and staggering themselves throughout the surroundings.
Usman and Evi dismount, preferring to fight on foot. Usman draws his longbow and sets up with Aurelius by the base of a nearby cactus, lining up a clear shot. Evi doesn't draw a weapon, but you know from experience that she doesn't need to. Cortez draws a pistol, loading a cartridge into it before riding north a little to get a better position. Siraj will wait for Lucia's command before doing anything. He looks a little nervous, as he only has a pickaxe to fight with.
Combat still has not started. Feel free to direct your allies or change plans however you wish. Currently they are waiting for a signal to open up with a volley of ranged weapons. Haig, you do not have your bow at the moment as you gave it to Usman to use. Nobody seems very willing to join you in melee with the creature.
An hour passes as the scarecrow leads the caravan through the winding cactus forest. The creature slows, crouching down and pressing its fingers to the ground. "Near."
It slowly creeps forward through the cacti until another clearing comes into view. A large pool of water sits at the base of a small outcrop, an oasis hidden in the forest. The ground about it is lush and fertile - Vines and weeds grow up from the soil and the cliff face, orange flowers blooming across the stony wall. Insects flutter about the waterhole and small creatures can be seen sitting in the brush. A wyvern stands by the water's edge, taking in large gulps of water with its beak-like mouth. Suddenly the ground shakes, at first a distant tremor but more and more powerful with each subsequent step. The gallow-hanger lets out a low chuckle.
"It comes."
A gigantic beast lumbers into view, the ground quaking with every footfall. Animals scatter and birds take flight, fleeing before the gargantuan creature. A saurian behemoth strides from the forest, roaring as it comes. It is tremendous, measuring at least 40ft from head to tail and 15 at the hip. Two muscular legs carry the creature's massive bulk, and vicious teeth are set into its enormous head. Scars cover the beast's thickly-scaled body and its eyes are milky and discoloured. The wyvern tries to fly and escape, but is too clumsy in its take-off. The beast siezes the dragon midair, its powerful jaws clamping on the wyvern's midsection with a sickening crunch. The wyvern thrashes, whipping its tail about wildly, but is stilled as the creature bites down once more before tossing the limp corpse aside. Ignoring the body, it lowers its head by the water's edge and begins to drink.
Lucia:
Knowledge (nature):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
You've heard stories of creatures like this before, but never this far north. It is a Tyrant Lizard, or Tyrannosaurus in the old language, an ancient reptilian beast of the group known as dinosaurs. Dinosaurs are uncommon in Gracia, but you hear stories that they are plentiful much further south.
This deadly creature has simple combat tactics brought on by the fact that very little can resist its attacks. Most will just charge in a bite whatever presents itself as a possible meal - i.e. anything that moves. With powerful digestive juices and strong constricting muscles within its gizzard, tyrannosaurs typically swallow prey as soon as they get a good hold and can easily gulp down creatures of typical humanoid size.
The gallow-hanger seems excited by the creature's presence. "Big. Old. Much blood to sate Saguaro's thirst, many bones for Stormcrow to work. Let Saguaro drink deep and it may forget your presence." With a low laugh, the scarecrow melts away into a fine sand that spirals up to the top of one of the cacti where it reappears.
"A sacrifice of blood..." Evi mutters to herself. "How like the Gods of old."
Usman seems to be lost for words. "Is... Is it serious?" he stammers, his voice hushed. "That thing is as big as a dragon!"
"This is madness," one of the men says. "That thing will destroy us if we approach. We don't even know if what the scarecrow says is true!"
"But if it is true..." Siraj says. "Then the whole forest will rise up to eat us." a sour look comes to his face. "I don't know which is worse, being torn apart by a dragon lizard or being bled dry by needles..."
Cortez exchanges a silent glance with Aurelius. "Perhaps you should use the Soto." he says, to which Aurelius replies with a noncomittal shrug.
Haig (Sense Motive):
So far, you've detected no lies in the creature's words. If anything, just a reluctance to have to deal with you at all.
The beast is not aware of your presence yet. You stand roughly 90ft away from it, hiding in the shadows of the cacti. You are not in combat yet. What do?
Spoiler:
Madness?
THIS!
IS!
GRACIA!
*Punts mercenary into a well.*
The gallow-hanger looks back at the ghoul for a moment before speaking. The ragged gash that serves as its mouth is loosely sewn, the threads stretching as it speaks. For a moment, no sound emerges, but it eventually manages to croak out the words.
"We hunt." It says. "Blood for Saguaro, bones for Stormcrow. Blood of a beast, or blood of men. No difference to me. Manflesh makes the forest wild. Must feed it before it feeds on you."
Siraj gulps nervously. "That mean the legends are true? The cactus, they really come alive and drink the blood of men?"
The gallow-hanger lets out a croaking laugh before turning away, shifting its attention back to the trail again.
Siraj nods understandingly. "If that's what you think's best, Boss." he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "This whole thing's got me sweating cold, but it's a little exciting as well."
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The gallow-hanger leads the caravan from the clearing and into the denser forest with an uneven, loping hop, its pointed leg-stumps barely touching the ground, leaving no trace of its passage.
Evi observes the creature as it moves forward with its bow-legged gait, occasionally stopping to glance around at the trees and floor. The pinpoints of light in the creature's sack-face dart about appraisingly, taking in every detail of the environment. "Its tracking something." she says plainly.
Usman looks over at her, a thoughtful expression on his face. "What would that mean for us?"
"Perhaps the creature it leads us to prefers its meals fresh." Aurelius jests, still keeping his eyes on the gallow-hanger. "Let's hope it likes the taste of steel."
Haig:
Survival:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Looking around, you catch a glimpse of the tracks the gallow-hanger is following - slight depressions of footprints washes over by sand, broken cactus needles, subtle shifts in the layering of the ground.
It seems whatever the gallow-hanger is tracking is a pretty sizable biped, but the trail here isn't exactly new.
Evi stares out after the Gallow-Hanger for a while, before turning her head towards the ghoul. "You needn't worry. We will make it through this." her voice is flat and unwavering, without a shred of doubt."One way or another."
"I trust your judgement, Orotoshi-dono." Evi says, looking straight ahead. "And if that should fail, then I trust your skill shall not."
She gestures at the Gallow-Hanger. "I've seen the Order barter with giants and redcaps in the past. Monsters do not give passage freely." She tilts her head, staring the scarecrow down. "No doubt it will ask for tribute. We have to be prepared to pay the cost if it does."
There is a flicker in her eyes as she glances back at caravan, her face a blank slate.
"How convenient." a voice emerges from the rear of the caravan. It is Dimas. "How convenient that the creature listens so quickly, and even better... how quick the beast is to trust in return!"
He glowers at the ghoul, his face painted with disgust. "It seems monsters are most at home with monsters." he growls. "Cortez, we will find another way."
"No, we will follow." Cortez says, simply. "We will be wary, of course, but we cannot lose another day in the forest."
The man lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple with the fingers of his right hand. "Cortez, you paid us to protect you, and we will do that with our lives..." Dimas looks at him with a serious expression. "But we cannot protect you if you throw your life away. If you go now with these two... things... then you will surely die, as will we."
Cortez turns, a blank expression on his face. "Dimas, your suspicions are not unfounded, but have faith. If you do not trust in Haig, then I ask you trust in me."
Diplomacy:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Dimas curses, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You are as stubborn as ever." he says, a sour expression on his face. He turns to the rest of the men. "It seems our employer is fool enough to follow the Gallow-Hanger. Let us see he makes it out alive enough to pay us the rest of our wage."
Aurelius folds his arms. "Tch. We should have just killed the damn thing." he mutters.
Usman closes his eyes. He doesn't appear too happy about this either.
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Siraj turns to Lucia, a concerned expression on his face. "I kinda agree with him, Boss. I don't exactly trust the ghoul 'neither, and following a scarecrow seems kind of... dumb."
He shifts slightly in his saddle. "What d'you think, Boss? We don't have to stick with 'em like Dimas... We could cut our losses here and get out before things get too hairy."
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The Gallow-Hanger waits patiently by the edge of the forest. The sand at its feet seem to dance and whirl sligtly, as if tousled by a playful wind.
The winds grow intensely violent, abrasive sands filling the air and the sound of wings growing louder and louder until the noise is deafening. Soon the only thing visible through the sands are the two glowing pinpoints of the Gallow-Hanger's eyes. Suddenly the winds stop, the sands abruptly falling to the ground.
The Gallow-Hanger closes its eyes for a moment, and a soft breeze rasps through the cacti. It knows Haig has no intention of backing down. It gestures towards the convoy with its staff, a beckoning sweep, urging you to follow.
"Come." It says, its voice reaching the convoy as if it stood amongst them. It turns away and slowly lopes in the opposite direction, muttering to itself in a foreign language.
Sylvan:
"Chkt... More work, more work for Stormcrow. The Saguaro will not be pleased."
Haig (Sense Motive):
There seems to be no malicious intent in the creature's request, but it will probably become hostile again if you do not comply with its wishes.
HUNCH GET
The creature seems sincere in its warning - It really wants you to turn around and leave before you get any deeper into the forest. You get the is prepared to fight, should you not comply.
Evi closes her eyes and thinks for a moment before using message to commune with Cortez. After a brief discussion, she speaks again at regular volume. "We expected at least this much when we decided to push forward... But until they make a move, all we can do is keep vigilant."
Sunlight beats down from above as the caravan enters a clearing - a strange reprieve from the towering cacti that had surrounded you for hours. Not a single plant springs from the soft red ground in a 50ft radius, as if it had been cut out with a circle template. At the center of the clearing you see a figure, hunched and hidden beneath a ragged sombrero. A tattered poncho hangs over its emaciated frame, and its gnarled fingers clutch a twisted staff decorated with feathered charms and bone fetishes. A noose hangs from its neck, coiled around its arm like a constrictor snake, its frayed end hanging down and twitching as if possessing a mind of its own. It is clear what this creature is:
Aurelius nods at Lucia's words. "I concur. There's no point in trying to circumnavigate now. We can't be intimidated by this. We keep moving and keep up our guard."
"Then we're in agreement." Cortez says. "We'll let the men have a short ceremony for Fermin and then continue on."
The men pack their things and gather what they can of Fermin's remains before piling it on a makeshift pyre. The ceremony is simple, and the pyre is lit as the men chant in unison, their low voices harmonizing in their grief. They pray to Ozaryel for intercession, that his soul be delivered from the wings of death and into the fold of eternal paradise.
Evi looks on from the back of the camel and utters a short Achaean epitaph in old common. It is one that has become familiar over the last few months, and one that will no doubt be used many more times in the future.
The men leave the pyre smouldering as the caravan moves on, wisps of fine smoke rising high into the air behind it as it goes. The hours are long and uneventful. A quiet solemnity has overtaken the men - there are no tales, no songs, no playful games of words, just silence.
Haig:
You become aware of something on the edge of your vision, but each time you turn to face it... it is gone. You are sure something has been following you, and for some time now, but you are not sure what exactly it is. Nobody else seems to be aware of it yet.
