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Lo’tan sniffs the air, looking over the rails as he studies the water near the ship.
Lo'tan stands on the deck of the ship, looking out towards the volcanoes in the distance. To anyone who happens to be standing nearby, he muses aloud, "Well, dis be intrestin'. Fire from da wata. I 'ad 'eard about such tings, but neva seen dem."
Lo’tan continues to casually mingle amongst the crew, getting a feel for who among them were weak willed or simple minded versus who actually had enough brain cells to creat a rattle if you removed their head from their shoulders and shook it like a jar of beans. His reptilian companion always remained nearby, but chose to lazily sun itself in a sunbeam when not moving about the ship with its master. Lo’tan would periodically entertain the crew with displays of magic before going to bed, making minor effects happen alongside his tales from his time in the swamp. Whether or not these tales are factual or not is a matter of debate, but they alwere interesting stories nonetheless. As he regained the crew with his oratory, he would use his magic to cause candles to flicker out or blaze tomlife, or to create scents or gentle breezes to emphasize a scene.
Spreading this to all my games: Sorry guys, planned on some substantial posting today. But upon return from a weekend trip, discovered some house chores that were in desperate need of no longer ignoring. So I’ve been occupied there today. I’ll post something of decent size as soon as life allows. Will continue smaller posts from mobile for now.
Lo’tan looks at her with a funny look, smiling as he says ”Correct dem? No no no,” he steps away from the railing and turns for the stairs into the ships belly, ”I want ta show da Togani da trut’ so dat dey tear da Eldah’s from der false t’rones an’ take da blindahs from der eyes!” he adds over his shoulder with a nerve chilling look of mischief on his face.
Lo’tan smirks and replies to Tzacol ”Very well. Let us open ya eyes to da truth!” He adds with a bit of a scowl, though, ”But me name be Lo’tan. Do not keep callin’ me by da false title o’ shame da Eldahs labeled me wit’.”
”Ye not be listenin’, fer one who tinks dey wanna learn da truths o’ de world!” Lo’tan snaps back. ”I dun said de Eldah’s der still cling ta da Old Ways. Dey refuse da truth, an’ ‘ad me cast out when I tried to show uddas da truth I learned.” He looks out to sea, frustrated. At least outwardly. Her interest is peaked. Good. Perhaps she will be receptive of the truth. Perhaps she can be taught. He shakes his head. ”I don’ know. Ye claim ta be open ta learnin’, but dat will remain ta be seen. Tell me, Tzacol. When you defeat a foe an’ eat der ‘eart, what of der strength do you feel? Truly now! Can you suddenly lift more weight dan before? Run fasta? Jump farda? Tink on it an answer me honestly! I wager dat if ye tink back, de changes ye feel are no different dan when ye do a task high on adrenaline of excitement, no?”
Lo'tan smirks, "So you do be holdin' ta de Old Path dat de Eldah's preach. It all be a lie ye know? Da bit about devourin' our enuhmies. Dat is de central lie on which de whole construct of der fallacy be built." He holds out his arm, pinching a bit of his skin and muscle up a bit. "We all be flesh an' bone. Des tissues be no different from da Makhor, or de Bedool. Flesh be flesh. Der be no 'idden strength ta be gained from our eatin' our fallen enuhmies, it is jus' all a justification fer ourselves ta do somethin' others won't. It was a false'ood created ta convince us we were doin' what we 'ad ta do ta survive in 'arder times. Just so 'appened," he smiles a toothy grin, "our Eldah's of old developed a taste fer it. So dey made up some mumbo jumbo stories an' teachin's ta defend der new cravin's. When ye eat a foe, ye feel stronger fer no reason udda dan ye still be livin' an' dey be not. An' ye filled yer belly, so yer body can keep on movin'. No more, no less. Der be only one way our energies be passin' on ta anudda body..."
Lo'tan scoffs. "So ye be on o' dem dat still tinks de Eldahs care about any o' dat ideaologicahl mumbo jumbo? I 'ad 'oped ye ta perhaps be smahtah dan de uddas," he replies with a twisted smile. He walks over from the shade to stand beside Tzacol along the ship railing, letting the ocean breeze waft over him as it travels. He leans on the rails and looks out at the quickly receding shores as he tells his story, "Trust me, young one, I know all about de ways of both da Ordahs. Like I writ' dem myself. Da Eldahs of Huacan Yohuali made it a point ta be teachin' me der ways in every detail. Dey had plans on' makin' me da next Keepah. But, der teachings were flawed. Dey did not tolerate free tinkin'. Dey did not accept new theories. Dey did not accept da truth. An' so, dey labeled me as a Shanga an' cast me out inta da jungle, in fear of what I 'ad learned."
Lo'tan spends his time roaming the deck of the ship casually, silently observing the crew. He makes mental notes of members who may be slightly less talented in the faculties of the mind and common sense, as well of those with a keen and discerning eye. However, he eventually makes his way to a shady spot near where Tzacol and the First Mate are talking. He patiently waits, munching on an apple, until Tzacol finishes and begins to walk away before calling out to her, "So, tell me, Sun-born...what sort of travesty ye be sufferin' ta warrant a desire ta leave yer northern hold ta become a mercuhnary? I know what it was dat made da Eldah's label me as Shanga, but you...you seem ta not claim such a monnicka. So yer exile mus' be self imposed, or per'aps ye be 'ere fer different reasons..."
If the Bedool fear what is on the island, part of their own domain...then whatever this is is truly powerful. Perhaps it is a power I can find a use for... He waits for the others to speak their minds, mostly seeming to criticize the man. ”Well, if I may speak me own mind,” Lo’tan says as he leans forward on his chair, ”I tink you be right, ‘ooman. Ta be fearin’ whatever dis may be on de island. Forwarned is for-armed, so dey say. Ta be goin inta dis wit’ an open mind and prepared for da worst makes us less likely ya meet an untimely end on da Bedool watas. Even if we just be comin’ back in a new body, I fer one am not done wit’ me own research yet in dis lifetime, an’ would ratha be finishin’ it up as me Togani self. If fer nothin’ else dan ta prove da eldas wrong!” He leans back and drops a hand to the lizard laying beside him on the floor, scratching its head as it hisses out an exhaled breath. ”If dis place be as dangerous as ye be sayin’, den we should all be gettin’ our rest an’ makin’ our prepahrations. Dat way some of he may continya ta live, like me an’ Kadlitz ‘ere!”
Lo’tan kicked back in the chair casually, seeming to not care about the discussion’s details much. Instead he was more interested in how these employers interacted with one another as well as with the rest of the hired on group. He was far more interested in their interpersonal relationships and possible emotional vulnerabilities they may unknowingly have...
”If dat one be in charge,” Lo’tan mutters in Tzacol’s ear with a nod towards the Lyncurian, ”I be expectin’ ta be lookin’ forward ta slave labah...” He steps forward and takes the seat at the foot of the table, spins it around backwards, and sits while leaning forward onto the back of the chair. ”So ‘oo be in chahge o’ yer merry band, eh?”
Lo’tan ambles casually up the gangplank, giving the First Mate a nod. ”Lo’tan I be, an’ I be Lo’tan,” he says with a toothy grin.
Shanga waits quietly at the rear of their troop, squatting down beside his reptilian and studying the boat and the elves aboard it.
Lo’tan clicks the bones he had been clacking one last time and drops them into a hide pouch. ”Den les be goin’ ta meet da fancy folk, hmmm?” he says as he steps out from his table. At his side is a large reptilian from the swamps, a reddish brown dorsal frill runnin the length of its spine. However, it is covered neck to tail in a custom made chain barding that protects it from attack. From the one mission you have had the “pleasure” of his company, you’ve seen that Lo’tan has a unique take on the magic of the Togani, and the lizard that he travels with has a savagely brutal nature.
”So long as dey be payin’ us enough fer it ta be wort’ it,” Lo’tan’s voice says from the shadowed table he is sitting at.
Lo'tan laughs eerily at Tzacol's reply. "You tink I do not undahstand da ways of da ancestors? You be wrong. I undahstand dem all too well. I undahstand dem bettah dan da Keepahs do. An' dey fear what I know. Because dey be fools." He smiles a yellow toothed grin before leaning back into the shadows, holding his hands up placatingly, "But da Mouse be right. We 'ave no quarrel 'ere. Jus' a difference o' opinion on da finer points o' Archery an' beliefs."
A scoff comes from the darkest corner of the room at the Mak’hor’s words. It would have been easy to forget Lo’tan sitting there, had it not been for the smell of swamp emanating from both himself and the lizard by his side, as well as the occasional clatter of bones as he rolled them on the table he sat alone at. He leaned forward into the light and with a toothy grin says ”You be talkin’ ahbout bowmahnship? What da Mak’hor be knowin’ of ahchery except ‘ow ta be on da receivin’ end of a Togani arrow?” He then looks to Tzacol, ”An’ what da Eldahs be knowin’ anythin’ about life? Dey be too closed minded ta see da trut’ of tings. Dey care nuttin’ fer anythin’ but keepin’ der own lies passed along like a sickness.”
Lo’tan is the newest member to the group. He seems odd and eccentric, especially for a Togani.
Anyway we could Dot a campaign thread for this so it shows up in our active campaigns?
Got started on it, but can’t seem to spot prices for potions and such.
If work isn’t stupid tomorrow like it was today I’ll try and get my gear done then.
Background is now posted in my Alias.
Ooduls, keep in mind the Togani and the Mak’hor loathe one another as well. Ages old wars and all that.
Bulk of the Alias is adjusted. Dunno what kind of funds we start with for gear, but other than that I’m set. I’ll PM you my background stuff Brimley.
Lo'tan checking in. I am one of the ones who volunteered to retool their character after seeing the submissions, and as such am still settling up on a good bit of the character design, though I've been in contact with Brimley about my intentions. I will gamble and take the dice roll. Going Druid ultimately, so hopefully it won't gut me too hard.
The dice gods giveth, and they taketh away. If anyone wants to link up with Lo'tan (Shanga is a title of shame, not his name), feel free, he is an outcast of Togani society from the City of the Night (Huacan Yohuali) for "reasons."
Going to retool my character as a straight caster, Chronomancy themed.
Those Togani are clearly not very charismatic folks! Haha!
Here is the Alias for Thron’s Togani archer.
Here is the work in progress profile. Had to drop Lay on Hands as that requires a good alignment...teeheehee. |