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The Lotus and The Baboon - Chapter 1
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Final Combat: Stained Scale Tribe
The final battle begins for the safety of the village of Pequot, and the livelyhood of the Stained Scale. Shashakar is the last one to have the knowledge of how to brew the lotus poison. Her defeat is certain, but she will not simply stand there and be slain. Her last effort for her own twisted honor begins. Leaping into the air, pushing off with her tail, the large lizardwoman pounces on Ghanji. The long javelin spearing downwards at the man's chest released from her grasp as he plumets to the earth. Ghanji avoids the thrown javelin with ease, the spear sinking several feet into the soft wet earth on his left. She hisses wildly.
Azora's blade errupts in purple flame one more time. Sweeping the blade in low, he catches Shashakar's calf with the blade spraying her blood into the boggy ground at her feet. The blade cuts a shallow wound, but the fire burns a large patch of scales up her leg. She continues her howling to the spirits of the jungle through the pain.
Ghanji's attack is only slightly behind Azora's. The tulwar of his grandfather chops down from overhead barely missing the shamaness driving itself into the watery earth cutting a wave of muddy water into the air.
Shamad sweeps his blade up at Shashakar's head, the three men now flanking the one lizardwoman giving Shamad a slight advantage as she begins to be quickly overwhelmed. The Kshatriya's blade cleaves into her collar bone, only inches under her neck cutting open a long bloody wound. Nearly toppling backwards and to the ground, Shashakar keeps her feet by her sheer will to fight on.
Then from behind the last threat of the Stained Scale appears Toranoshi, stepping out of thin air like some ghost. His choora errupting from her chest in a bloody spray of organs and flesh. With a final curse on her lips in her own language the Shashakar Shamaness crumples to the ground her tail twitching with the last plusses of a life that is fading into the swamp. The Shashakar is dead.
Ghanji stands up right, whiping the mud from his blade, "Then it is done. Let us finish our business here and begone, the smell of death is begining to bother me."
OOC: Woohoo! The wicked witch is dead!
OOC: Woohoo! The wicked witch is dead!
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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A loud wheeze leaves Toranoshi's body and he almost tumbles to the ground, a hand clutches against the wound on his leg, given to him by one of the trodons. His choora is just placed upon the ground next to him, and with some help of some cloth he starts to tie up his wound, to hinder the bleeding.
Once done, some spare cloth is used to clean up his blade before placing it in his scabbard, and he rises from the ground with a wince and a grin. He throws a last glance upon the lizard who just died at the groups hands, he shakes his head momentarily and then turns and looks upon the ruins and sighs slightly before he speaks.
"A stroll around the ruins? Perhaps we can find something useful or alike, or perhaps more alchemy stuff?"
He eyes his wounded companions and does not expect all of them to follow him.
Once done, some spare cloth is used to clean up his blade before placing it in his scabbard, and he rises from the ground with a wince and a grin. He throws a last glance upon the lizard who just died at the groups hands, he shakes his head momentarily and then turns and looks upon the ruins and sighs slightly before he speaks.
"A stroll around the ruins? Perhaps we can find something useful or alike, or perhaps more alchemy stuff?"
He eyes his wounded companions and does not expect all of them to follow him.
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Ghanji stops Toranoshi as he just about finishes bandaging himself. "Give me that..." With a yank of the cloth he applys a bit of salve from his kit and tends to the long wound down the man's leg. "There, without proper ointment that would just fester and disease." He stands and looks at the ruins, "Yes, lets take a look inside and around it. I will come with you." With that Ghanji heads off with Toranoshi to search around the ruins.
The two move around the far side of the ruins, nothing but broken stone and overgrowth can be found on the outside of the ruins. Ghanji comments that it seems unlikely that the Lizardmen had been living here for very long. Its in their nature to be nomadic during these months just before the monsoons.
The others have time to either search the camp or head directly into the ruins where the rest of the tribe is huddled up in fear.
The others have time to either search the camp or head directly into the ruins where the rest of the tribe is huddled up in fear.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Shamad follows Azora's lead, pulling a scarf from his belt and running it across his blade. The soot of blood and bone are washed away in an instant.
After replacing his tulwar, he bends and scoops up his longbow, lassoing it to his back. He starts walking toward the ruins, he walks a quietly as he can, attempting not to draw the attention of the frightened lizard-children.
After replacing his tulwar, he bends and scoops up his longbow, lassoing it to his back. He starts walking toward the ruins, he walks a quietly as he can, attempting not to draw the attention of the frightened lizard-children.
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Azora searches the rest of the camp. Much of the camp is nothing more than fire pits and javelins. Bones from previous meals litter the area around the camp fires - that have all now been stomped into the ground. A few raw leather sacks hold general gear that the lizardmen used in their daily lives - tools, whetstones, rope, etc. The search takes some minutes but eventually Azora finds a few intresting trinkets, human made jewelery obviously stolen by the lizardmen some years ago by the tarnished look on them.
Ghanji, Toranoshi, and Shamad come to stand before the ruin. The roofless building is home to a dozen frightened children of the tribe. The small lizard kids look as much like human children as they do large lizards. With them are two females that hiss in fear. The open ruined chamber appears to not only be a brood room, but the private 'chamber' of the Shashakar. Ghanji looks the beasts up and down then turns to Shamad. "Let's cut them free..." Directed toward the females he commands them, "Your Shashakar is dead, your warriors are defeated. You are the last of your tribe. A bargan was made, and Shashakar died so you might live. Flee now! Flee into the deepest part of the jungle and never return to these parts!" The lizardmen sway from side to side hissing and crying. Then the oldest lizardwoman takes a child by the hand, and leads him out. One by one they grab hold of each other and lead themselves clear of the ruins. A long line of lizardmen youth exits the ruin and winds its way into the jungle lost to the undergrowth in moments, but their wailing cries echo on for minutes. Ghanji nods, "It is done."
The ruinous chamber is nothing more than four crumbling stone walls. The floor is the wet bog of the earth, and the ceiling is the blue sky overhead. Shashakar lived rather well however, for there is a large bed made of palms and vines, woven together into a firm matress. A smoldering fire licks the stone of one of the walls. An assortment of stolen goods litters the area near the fire.
Ghanji, Toranoshi, and Shamad come to stand before the ruin. The roofless building is home to a dozen frightened children of the tribe. The small lizard kids look as much like human children as they do large lizards. With them are two females that hiss in fear. The open ruined chamber appears to not only be a brood room, but the private 'chamber' of the Shashakar. Ghanji looks the beasts up and down then turns to Shamad. "Let's cut them free..." Directed toward the females he commands them, "Your Shashakar is dead, your warriors are defeated. You are the last of your tribe. A bargan was made, and Shashakar died so you might live. Flee now! Flee into the deepest part of the jungle and never return to these parts!" The lizardmen sway from side to side hissing and crying. Then the oldest lizardwoman takes a child by the hand, and leads him out. One by one they grab hold of each other and lead themselves clear of the ruins. A long line of lizardmen youth exits the ruin and winds its way into the jungle lost to the undergrowth in moments, but their wailing cries echo on for minutes. Ghanji nods, "It is done."
The ruinous chamber is nothing more than four crumbling stone walls. The floor is the wet bog of the earth, and the ceiling is the blue sky overhead. Shashakar lived rather well however, for there is a large bed made of palms and vines, woven together into a firm matress. A smoldering fire licks the stone of one of the walls. An assortment of stolen goods litters the area near the fire.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Shamad starts searching the ruins for anything of worth, that being more for the security of the village of Pequot and the destruction of the Yuan-ti than monetary value.
He speaks to Ghanji through labored breaths, his rips still aching from the pounding he received earlier.
"We must not tarry long. I would like to return to Pequot as soon as we may. I wonder why our Lord Prasad has not sent aid?"
He speaks to Ghanji through labored breaths, his rips still aching from the pounding he received earlier.
"We must not tarry long. I would like to return to Pequot as soon as we may. I wonder why our Lord Prasad has not sent aid?"
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After Azora finishes searching the outskirts of the camp, he makes his way towards the ruins. He stops by the body of the fallen Shashakar. Using a nearby javelin, he pokes open the clothing, looking to see if anything useful remains on the body.
Once that grisly task is done, he makes his way towards the ruins. Heading around one of the crumbling walls, he presents the results of his search to the others. His hands contain a silver ring, a copper necklace, a bronze goblet (missing gemstones), and a kriss in an ornate sheath. He also presents whatever he has found on the Shashakar's body.
Once that grisly task is done, he makes his way towards the ruins. Heading around one of the crumbling walls, he presents the results of his search to the others. His hands contain a silver ring, a copper necklace, a bronze goblet (missing gemstones), and a kriss in an ornate sheath. He also presents whatever he has found on the Shashakar's body.
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Looting
Azora returns with the goods he has found among the camp. Stopping to search the Shashakar. Poking around at the unclean dead body of the Lizardwoman shaman Azora finds a golden nose ring, like a large bull ring in the Shashakar's nose, while also spotting silver ring around her finger that has a slight red tint to the metal.
Shamad takes command of those inside and loots the chamber. Much of the things here are worthless junk or simply far too used by the Lizardmen to be of any value to men. However there are some things near the Shashakar's bed that seem of intrest. After searching Shamad, Ghanji, and Toranoshi have collected the things:
A vial with a bright red liquid inside.
Three small sealed bottles with the mark of the Mahabhalla Temple on it denoting them as "Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds"
A bound scroll also with the temple marks on it.
A dogwood box with two more refined doses of the Lotus poison.
Quiver of Arrows with 10 masterwork quality arrows (+1 to hit non-magical) as well as 5 other arrows that can only be considered Honorable Arrows. There is a clear feeling to them that they are attuned to harm dishonorable and tainted creatures.
As well as some assorted valuables: Totalling 700gp - Tiger Eye Gems x2 (50 each), Porcelin Bowl (75), Jade Monkey Idol (300),a working Glass Hooka (200), A small pouch of tobacco (25). Toranoshi's keen eye able to appraise their value.
After collecting some coins (from inside and out) there is a total of: 83 gold pieces,14 silver pieces and 47copper pieces. [I forgot this the first time.]
Plus in the corner are two Javelins of masterwork quality.
All of these things can easily be gathered up and sorted out later. People take what they need or want quickly and then Ghanji looks back out of the clearing. "We will have to send a few Chandalas back to clean this mess up and burn the bodies. Come, let us return to Pequot, and let us hope that the village is still there." The group sets out. The road back will take you a few days, just like before, and not until the first night do you stop to rest, nor is much said between the group to one another until then. Ghanji finally breaks for the night, unable to go any further with his terrible wounds. Everyone is grateful for the rest and time to split up the goods.
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Shamad takes command of those inside and loots the chamber. Much of the things here are worthless junk or simply far too used by the Lizardmen to be of any value to men. However there are some things near the Shashakar's bed that seem of intrest. After searching Shamad, Ghanji, and Toranoshi have collected the things:
A vial with a bright red liquid inside.
Three small sealed bottles with the mark of the Mahabhalla Temple on it denoting them as "Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds"
A bound scroll also with the temple marks on it.
A dogwood box with two more refined doses of the Lotus poison.
Quiver of Arrows with 10 masterwork quality arrows (+1 to hit non-magical) as well as 5 other arrows that can only be considered Honorable Arrows. There is a clear feeling to them that they are attuned to harm dishonorable and tainted creatures.
As well as some assorted valuables: Totalling 700gp - Tiger Eye Gems x2 (50 each), Porcelin Bowl (75), Jade Monkey Idol (300),a working Glass Hooka (200), A small pouch of tobacco (25). Toranoshi's keen eye able to appraise their value.
After collecting some coins (from inside and out) there is a total of: 83 gold pieces,14 silver pieces and 47copper pieces. [I forgot this the first time.]
Plus in the corner are two Javelins of masterwork quality.
All of these things can easily be gathered up and sorted out later. People take what they need or want quickly and then Ghanji looks back out of the clearing. "We will have to send a few Chandalas back to clean this mess up and burn the bodies. Come, let us return to Pequot, and let us hope that the village is still there." The group sets out. The road back will take you a few days, just like before, and not until the first night do you stop to rest, nor is much said between the group to one another until then. Ghanji finally breaks for the night, unable to go any further with his terrible wounds. Everyone is grateful for the rest and time to split up the goods.
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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Shamad stands, not wanting to seat himself. He wraps an arm around his stomach, attempting to quench the pain his broken ribs are presenting. He comments, "My ribs will not heal for many weeks."
Frowning, he looks over the goods, not impressed by any of it apparantly. "I am quite worried. I pray that Lord Prasad has sent aid to the village. Unless the runner has not gotten to our Lord, something else may be amiss."
Slowly, he bends and seats himself, leaning up against a nearby tree. He sighs heavily, knowing their quest is nearing and end and a new beginning.
Frowning, he looks over the goods, not impressed by any of it apparantly. "I am quite worried. I pray that Lord Prasad has sent aid to the village. Unless the runner has not gotten to our Lord, something else may be amiss."
Slowly, he bends and seats himself, leaning up against a nearby tree. He sighs heavily, knowing their quest is nearing and end and a new beginning.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
- King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name
- King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name