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Kimba comes back about ten Minutes later with another young Native girl (say 17 odd) trailing behind her Native: Then she says to everyone "Kimba thank Whitties for help. Here" at this point she holds out six small flagons with stoppers "this drink help you fight longer. May Great Mother lend strength you arm" This is Darri, she will have no trouble following tracks and leading you through the land
Kimba's back straightens as Bralla talks to her in the native's language. She considers the question of a tracker and then says Native: she smiles her thanks at Bralla after their foreheads touch and says You are right Bralla, I must put aside my grief. It is not so rare that one as young as I must take up the position of OldOne. Native: and she rushes off to find someone. The Great Mother speed your way, and open a path before you. Wait here, I know who to send as your guide.
Kimba moves up to Bralla This is a dark day for my tribe she says in the native tongue. the Oldone has been killed, and now we are leaderless! Howcan we survive this? How can I lead my people out of this? Why did he pick me?! she looks at you closer Your wounds! I am sorry she touches your arm and a spark jumps from her hand power washing though your body.
Kimba smiles with excitement "You all help! I know you Good Men. You follow me now?"
Bralla: being a native you would know the tribe structure. The OldOne Kimba is referring to is the Shamen (I'm thinking Druid in game terms) the Shamen is really the ultimate leader of the tribe.
Bralla help! Kimba lead you to Dhurug OldOne, Him know what needs done! But wait... What you need from whities?
Re..Con pen...? she says confusion clouding her face.
The young woman stands up on the wall and turns to face you and your companions, a tear streak running through the paint marks that signify her apprenticeship in the shamen ways. Hey Brudda, Me Kimba she nods at the others looking them each in the eyes Me sit on stone over water n' wait for whities. That village bad, bring death sickness to Dhurug tribe. Me wait for whities, maybe dem help? She looks eastwards again and then back at everyone one by one again and then a smile lights her face and she laughs Me look wetway but Great Mudda bring you from gravetree mountain way! You Men! You good Men. Strong yes! You help Dhurug? |
