"We also brought a gift," the Moon Bear says, gesturing to the sack where the blue jerky is stowed.
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"It could do plenty of harm," the Moon Bear says, "if it was able and desired to do so, but it could probably do it more effectively without us watching it, though."
”You can come with me,” the Moon Bear says. ”You may find a better master in the Society, and there are others who would surely have interest in meeting and studying a sentient sample of the local beasts.”
"What do you know of Aslynn and her plans for the star gun?" the Moon Bear asks the unbound familiar.
The Moon Bear gives another signal to the bear at his side, and then he begins to assault the drake in tandem with the bear.
Apparently gaining a tolerance to the various venoms on this continent after his repeated exposures in the earlier days, the Moon Bear weathers the black venom. The masked warrior makes a hand sign to his companion bear. The sun bear moves into position and readies to pounce while the Moon Bear tries to pummel the inky imp.
The Moon Bear gives a hand signal to his companion while the bear shakes off the effects of the inky creature. He moves over and punches the imp while the bear tears into it.
"How far is the town?" the Moon Bear asks.
The Moon Bear gestures to his sun bear companion, and the two assault the bat-winged creature together.
The Moon Bear consults with his local guide on the best way to negotiate for the repair of the star gun before speaking to Whiirii. "I joined the Pathfinder Society because I am interested in learning about the world in which I live," the Moon Bear says. "The Society provides support--material and intellectual--in that endeavor. Arcadia is a world known mostly to those in Avistan and Garund through stories. The Society would gain significant renown if they could learn about Arcadia through first hand accounts."
The Moon Bear looks toward the tree house and its resident. He tilts his head to the side. "We are emissaries to the people of Arcadia. And we are explorers and scholars, taking advantage of the journey to study the plants and animals of this continent."
The Moon Bear invokes the ancient druidic magics he has learned to heal his companion's bite wounds.
The Moon Bear moves forward with a gesture to his sun bear companion. The sun bear charges forward while the Moon Bear draws back to throw his javelin. As the lance flies forward, the sun bear rears back to try to maul the viper rate.
The Moon Bear looks at Hasvi, his expression hidden behind his golden mask, and gives a non-committal shrug. He draws a javelin from over his shoulder. "Let's get to hunting, then."
"I might be able to sneak over to the nest and steal some of the eggs," the Moon Bear says as he considers the situation.
"These eggs are theirs," the Moon Bear says. "If they are pests here, best to only collect one egg. and dispatch with the rest."
The Moon Bear considers these creatures and their behavior.
"The Flowered Cover Hill will be fine then," the Moon Bear agrees.
The Moon Bear looks to the others. "Tsimaan, do you smell that? Smoke," he says. "A campfire?"
"Is there anything more that was is seen to the jars and sacks the factions sent for collecting samples," the Moon Bear asks.
"Working with the Pathfinder Society has advantages as well," the Moon Bear says after conferring with his cultural interpreter. "The Society is an institution of knowledge and learning. Those who cooperate with us have access to knowledge from around the world. And sometimes across the planes."
The Moon Bear moves onto the bridge. "Malign methods will yield poor results," he says as he grabs hold of the witch. He tries to wrestle her to the ground.
The Moon Bear makes a hand sign to his jungle bear companion as he strides into the melee. The bear follows him to the injured witch and rears back on his hind legs menacingly. The Moon Bear tries to deck the witch with a fish aimed at the mask.
The Moon Bear makes a hand sign to his companion and then reaches over his shoulder to draw a javelin. "This is a very violent society," he remarks and throws the javelin at the cultist in front of him. "Nothing like Nantambu."
The Moon Bear nods vigorously as Nanoc explains his experience. "I too dreamt of the scribe," he says. "But we should also be wary. The appearances in dreams can be deceiving. Our foe may have disguised themselves to throw suspicion on the scribe. It would explain how our foe knows so much about the council members, though."
No matter where or what memories the woman digs into, she finds the Moon Bear masked and silent.
The Moon Bear takes his meal to his room where he can remove his mask and eat comfortably. After his meal, he performs his nightly ablutions and then dons his mask again before sitting down in the middle of his room. He meditates upon the new land he is visiting and what he has experienced so far. The magic warrior reviews the battle against the animals, searching his memory for clues to the master forcing the animals to attack them. Afterwards, he prepares for sleep. As he drifts off to sleep, he ponders how far this unnamed foe's influence extends among the people of this town.
"We should bring them to Takewenda. Or fetch one of his town guards, at least," he says.
"We may not have time for that," the Moon Bear says, showing the note to Rahaksenwe. "We should warn the council. Ojiham may be in danger at this same moment."
The Moon Bear makes a different hand signal before stepping over to the red marked assailant. There he aims his fist at the foe's jaw.
The Moon Bear makes a hand sign and then follows the jungle bear into the alley, both of them squeezing around the assailant. "Who are you to attack us?" he asks as he levels a punch toward the hooded figure's face. Meanwhile, the bear tries to rakes its claws across his master's foe.
"Is that some sort of local dish?" the Moon Bear asks. "It is a little... much for my tastes."
The Moon Bear has moved on to speak with the councilor Ojiham. He explains how it is important to Mazludeh that he personally works to repair this breach of trust even though he was not involved in the star gun's initial theft and that the Pathfinder Society do so to foster cooperation.
"As a Pathfinder, we are often assigned to protect others, places, and the things of cultural significance to other peoples," the Moon Bear explains. "The Society is about protecting and certainly has no interest in conquest or even exploiting natural resources."
With his animal friend well on the mend, the Moon Bear can devote his attention to treating Hasvi while also keeping an eye out for more trouble.
The Moon Bear moves forward as the last of the attacking menagerie falls so that he can reach both his sun bear and Hasvi. "Hold still a moment." The quickly prepares a poultice from the ingredients on his bandolier and applies it to their wounds.
The Moon Bear punches at the spider's face.
As the other strike down the remaining raven, the Moon Bear makes a series of rapid hand signs to channel primal energy into his sun bear companion. He then looks around for the source of the trouble.
The Mwangi warrior yanks his arm back as the spider cuts him. Fortunately, his body resists the poison. He makes a gesture with his hand, and the jungle bear runs to the other side of the spider in front of the Moon Bear and rises upon on his hind legs. The Moon Bear focuses upon the spider in front of himself and then throws a punch at its many eyes. The bear behind the spider attempts to maul it.
The Moon Bear listens to his sympathetic local's advice on how to persuade Kwari to calm her mob.
"The council cannot make a decision if we are not allowed to pass," the Moon Bear says. "I know the sting of Chelish occupation. But Hasvi is right. You place yourself in the council's stead by blocking our way. And mobs can be difficult to control once set free. Takewenda must be grieved by this display."
The Moon Bear returns with a man of mixed Ulfen and Mahwek ancestry at his side. "That may not be the most convincing detail to a government concerned about foreign colonization," he says as he catches the last of Hui Kong's statement. "Returning the stolen property to its homeland is a statement by itself."
"It is a possibility we must accept," the Moon Bear says in response to Kong's (probably) rhetorical question. "Having a local with us may help. I will go find one quickly."
The Moon Bear answers the shoony with, "I am fine, what about you?" The sun bear sitting next to him looks up at the others and yawns before returning his attention to the bone between his paws. "Ndithu," he says to Hasvi's statement.
The dark skinned man known at the Grand Lodge as the Moon Bear is always found wearing the golden bear mask. His sun bear from the jungles of Mwangi that he hunts with sits by his side, chewing a thick bone. Today he is wearing black and gray leather armor rather than his colorful red and yellow clothes. A painted hide shield is stowed over his shoulder. He raises a hand in acknowledgement and greeting to his companions. |