Big Mama watches in anticipation, but when Fox also resists diabolic communion with Moloch, she scowls a fierce scowl of disappointment and frustration.
Stubborn wills ye have, I ken... oh well... As promised, now I will tell thee of the Mines of King Solomon, and how ye may find them...
The night hag tells of three great idols that overlook the entrance to the Mines. She relays the approximate distance and direction the expedition must head. Finally, she offers to guide them there personally...
Mwikali wrote: "interesting" She says looking at him.
"Great mother Gangoola, tell me more of these halls the children of European seek, and I shall make sure to secure an alliance with you to usher in a free Africa" She says earnestly trying to maybe distract them from the ceremony.
Frowning with unconcealed disappointment that Alphonse has so far resisted any diabolical communion with their devil-god Moloch, the hag turns to Mwikali and slyly replies: Patience, young daughter of the land... We shall get to that in good time... First, drink the milk of the sacred toad! Again, she tries to offer the Witch a cup of the psychedelic toad milk...
Bluff 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27 vs Mwikali's (and whoever else is nearby) Sense Motive roll...
Gawking lasciviously at Alphonse, the old crone gasps in eager wonder: What d'ye see, boy!? Do ye see the Moloch!?
The freaked out voodoo dancers chant the name three times: MO-LOCH!! MO-LOCH!! MO-LOCH!!
Big Mama leads the other Kukuanas in a chant: Iä Moloch! Iä Moloch! All mighty, ever consuming Lord of the Infernal Pit! Iä Moloch! Iä Moloch! Grant us your vile favor!
Come, weary travelers, to Loo, where ye shall find food, drink, and rest!
Big Mama Gangoola leads the adventurers and voodoo dancers to the walled city of Loo, surrounded by a palisade of sharpened logs, 10 feet high.
Within this enclosure are some twenty thatched huts about 20 feet in diameter, with grass roofs.
Nodding her head and rubbing gnarled hands together excitedly...
The hideous old crone pouts melodramatically for a moment, still hungrily eyeing Alphonse, and then croons: Aye, Big Mama can tell ye about the old mines of King Solomon... can even guide ye to them, perhaps... But first... ye must come with us to Loo, city of the Kukuana, and feast with our king, the Great and Mighty Kang! Ye shall be our honored guests at the feast...
Bluff 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 vs PCs' Sense Motive rolls...
Grinning savagely, sharp teeth bared...
Ah! So ye seek old King Solomon's Mines, do ye? Just like so many others before... Folk of the north seem fascinated with the ancient mined... Great wealth they seek, but death is all they find...
The old crone drools as she eyes Alphonse...
Handsome young man... Very, very handsome, and manly... Perhaps we could work out a deal? Hahahahahahaaaaa!!!! Yes!! Big Mama likes pretty boys!!
The hag shuffles closer to the aasimar paladin, until he catches a whiff of her foulness...
Bernardo Machiavelli wrote: Bernardo keeps out of sight, Stealth 30 Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20 fails to perceive Machiavelli...
Mwikali wrote: " I am Mwikali, Daughter of the Hag Eshwa, Witch of the Kanuri, Devotee to mother Africa. Me and my companions have come to seek things sacred to the God of Europa, lost for ages gone." She states being as honest as she can with a hag. She contained the hatred for such a creature as she reminded her of her mother.
"Tell me, Oh powerful Mother, who do I have the pleasure to speak with and what revelry do you practice this night?"
Fixing Mwikali with a malevolent leer, the hag answers: I be Big Mama Gangoola, chief spiritual advisor of these Kukuanas... Ye have found us reveling with our patron spirits, who shall not be named! What brings you here, Witch Mwikali? Do you wish to join our revelry? Or have you come to punish in the name of the Cross God?
In Arabic: Who do we have here? asks the astonished-looking hag...
The hag begins a gyrating, convulsing dance in front of an equally erratic, wildly flailing dancer, whose eyes have rolled back in her head so only the whites are visible.
A horribly ancient looking crone with blue, bruised looking skin and goat like horns pushes through the heaving, growling, groaning, salivating voodoo dancers, and leads the demonic revelry in leaping high in the air, howling, and screeching at the stars!
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