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The first thorn of Rose

Page history last edited by Richard Hughes 14 years, 11 months ago

Run By = Clan (3 xp)/Nyomi

People Infected: Frost, Lacata, Finch (-2Dex pools +2B/L Soak, you may get rid of it at anytime by going to a docoter)

 

  A scorching breeze, cooks the southen deserts. Even the horizon seems to waver from the heat. A foul smell is carried by the wind. The sweet smell of rotting bodies. The word has spread that the quiet village of Nell has fall into a plague. All the wile red flags of the most feared tribe in all the south stand planted on a dune a mere mile from the city. The Jackals. A caravan, the last one to dare trade with the forsaken town drops off a group of travelers.

Sour Sad Tiger isn't the sort to go to these messes.

Red nosed, round tummied and oilly hair and beared Sparkling Joy, however? With his pack of vials, elixirs and patent medecines (aquired at great personal risk from the very halls of Heaven and the farthest reaches of the wastes, ancient family remedy, cures all ailments all at a very reasonable price), however, most certainly is. With a slave bearing a large umbrella behind him, and frequent sips from his water skin.

Where'er calamity befalls protectorates of the Scarlet Empire, there the magistrates are to ease the burden. Nellens Lacata has traveled with the caravan, providing stern-eyed protection through the wastes of the South, and now frowns at the sight of circling carrion birds and the reek of decay.

         Moto dusts himself off as he gets out of the caravan that is not taking him. He uses his large, ornate staff as a walking stick in the sand. His immunity to normal diseases gives him cause to not be worried and so he wears a smile on his face now. After all, he must see what all this is about and Zuriel is MUCH too busy.

Finch is along for the ride, wandering as he normally does and conversing quietly with Lacata about some matter or another. The freelance purveyor of information is a common companion of Lacata, who seems to purchase news from him fairly frequently.

Sparkling Joy looks at his companions, giving each a broad and oily smile. "Ah! Such Exalted company for a simple merchant," he says. "My heart is overwhelmed with joy, to see the mighty Chosen coming to these peoples aid. This unworthy soul had feared he alone was intent on bringing any relief."

          The street is empty, the town might as well be a ghost town. One man can be seen, carrying a cart behind him. Struggling as it seems to be made for a Ox, and heavy with bodies. He works slowly to a large pile that smolders, a large fire that wreaks of burn bacon. Looking rather tiered not even stopping to look at the new comers. Sure enough to the south on a large dune, red flags can be seen, sending the warning of Jackals.

"The Chosen of the Dragons will always be there to give aid," Lacata proclaims grimly as she advances through the streets. Hailing the cart-man, she asks, "How many yet remain, in Nell?"

         Moto looks around with a small sigh as he notes the bodies and the smell of burning flesh. He pulls a scarf about his face, blocking his nose to help to ward off the smell a little bit. "Eh, this cannot be good." He notes as he looks at the large pile of corpses on the wagon. "Wonder if the Jackals are causin this?"

Finch shrugs. "More likely they're opportunists, as the name suggests. It's not like the town can defend itself any more."

Sparkling Joy waves at the man with the cart. "You sir!" He strides forward, causing his umbrella-slave to stumble after him as quickly as he can. "Sir! Where are the ill? I have come with medicine!"

          The old turns his head slowly stoping with his corpse. "Ye look'en at'um" a hand raises from the cart, the skin is covered in what looks like huge pimples. "Ever body else ins..." he spots the water skin and licks his lips, taking a step forward. "Ah Dragons come'en to our aid hu?" leathered skin cracking as he turns his head to the Nellons. "Much thanks" he say tried, "The Jackals are up there." jabbing a finger "The bastareds did this to us."

You paged Weeping Frost with '(re set) A scorching breeze, cooks the southen deserts. Even the horizon seems to waver from the heat. A foul smell is carried by the wind. The sweet smell of rotting bodies. The word has spread that the quiet village of Nell has fall into a plague. All the wile red flags of the most feared tribe in all the south stand planted on a dune a mere mile from the city. The Jackals. A caravan, the last one to dare trade with the forsaken town drops off a group of travelers.

          The street is empty, the town might as well be a ghost town. One man can be seen, carrying a cart behind him. Struggling as it seems to be made for a Ox, and heavy with bodies. He works slowly to a large pile that smolders, a large fire that wreaks of burn bacon. Looking rather tiered not even stopping to look at the new comers. Sure enough to the south on a large dune, red flags can be seen, sending the warning of Jackals.'.

Sparkling Joy hesitates. "You mean... you're it?" he asks. "No other survivors?" He sounds a bit stunned.

          "Naw Naw, they are in side sir, they are not sick though." the old man waves a hand

         Moto looks very stunned as well as he looks at the man. "Eh? That... Oh. Much more sense. You had us worried, sir." He grins a little bit and looks over the hill at where the Jackals are. "Hmmm. Perhaps we should go and purge these diseased people before they continue to plague towns..."

Nellens Lacata blinks in shock, having come to the same conclusion as the merchant, then relaxes slightly. "I would speak with the survivors later - but as Moto says, the Jackals must be destroyed. What can you tell us of their numbers and disposition?"

Finch listens attentively.

Sparkling Joy gives Lacata a flat look. "Not much profit for a handful of Chosen to charge an army. Let alone this most unworthy merchant."

"Did I say we were going to charge them?" Lacata asks, archly. "The truth stands: they must be destroyed for spreading this pestilence. Intelligence will inform whether we strike now, or evacuate and call in the Legions."

Weeping Frost's not in disguise as she stands among the group, picking her fingers with an arrow. She seems, at best, bored. Her eyes still scan all this- one might ask why the young Pirate-Woman was here. She'd ask the same thing. And like all times when she finds herself in situations like this, she assumes it had something to do with drinking.

          Something rolls of the pile and starts to crawl forward. Its vaguely human shaped and still very much on fire. It reaches forward, what might be a mouth open to scream yet no noise comes out. The old man has his back to it and doesn't seem to notice. "Dispo-nishion?" the old coot raises an eyebrow and shaked his head "They are ornery and carry more sickness that all the lepers in the world."

         "Alright! Lets do this! Lets go beat the hell out of some cripples!" Moto says with a wide smiles as he looks towards the flags and begins a slow walk that way, seeing who will follow him.

Sparkling Joy recoils from the burning man, jumping back several steps. He turns, looking queesy and green, on the edge of throwing up.

Nellens Lacata sighs, "No, I mean do you know if they're encamp--" Lacata trails off as she notices the burning, crawling figure, and begins running towards the pile.

Weeping Frost frowns deeply, "Kill it." she says, bow coming out and taking aim. She doesn't mince words. Its on fire- if not dead, it can be put out of its misery.

Finch seems to think the situation is well in hand and doesn't add yet another exalt to the pile about to mercifully beat a burning man to death.

(Judge) Weeping Frost rolls Dexterity + Archery + 2: [ -1- -1- 2 2 2 3 6 7 7 <10> <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 8 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Perception + Occult: [ 2 2 4 5 7 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

          The old man turns. "Shit another one ... that makes three today..." he sighs and pulls a shovel from the cart. As you get closer to the pile something becomes more clear. Its not just a pile of burning bodies, everthing in the pile it moving and writhing, like a knot of limbs. The flaming man reaches for Lacata, eyes hallowed out holes in its face.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Perception + Occult: [ -1- 5 7 8 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

         Moto looks at the flaming bod that is reaching for people and raises an eyebrow. "Eh? That is awkward. I will let you people handle the flaming zombies. They look a bit disgusting." He hangs back and just kind of waits for the others. He isn't much of a fighter at all.

(Judge) Weeping Frost rolls Strength + 2 + 7: [ 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Stamina + Resistance: [ 7 7 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Stamina + Resistance: [ 8 9 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Stamina + Resistance: [ 6 9 ]

         Resulting in 1 successes.

Nellens Lacata pages: Good to know. O.o

          The leather skin formed by the burning seems to give it a shell. All it is, is a writhing body. If it can even tell that anyone is there the only hint is it reaches for Lacata. Soon the man comes and begins beating it, unless someone stops him. The strikes from the shovel seeming to do little to it. how this thing is alive, let alone move is a complete mystery.

Weeping Frost shoots the arrow- Thwick! It flys out /very/ true. BUt, even as it hits it does little damage. "What are you fools standing there staring at it for?! Its burning and its crawling around, kill it!"

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls 17: [ -1- -1- 4 4 5 5 5 6 6 6 7 8 8 9 <10> <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 10 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls 16: [ -1- -1- -1- 2 2 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 5 7 8 8 ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls 16: [ -1- 3 4 4 4 5 5 6 6 7 7 7 8 8 <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 9 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls 15: [ -1- -1- 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 6 8 9 9 9 ]

         Resulting in 4 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls 4 + Strength + 5 - 7: [ -1- 4 5 9 ]

         Resulting in 1 successes.

Sparkling Joy staggers away, waving the slave to stay behind. "No... no, I just need a moment alone, to regain my composure..."

A few seconds later, he's lost from sight. Moving towards the edge of the town, trying to keep under cover, while getting an idea of what the Jackals look like.

         Moto looks at the flaming thing and sighs a bit. "Eh, fine." He moves up to the thing, pulls out his large staff, and swings it once in a very wide arc.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Dexterity + Martial arts + Martial arts + 1: [ 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 6 6 8 8 8 <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 7 successes.

Finch looks around and, a moment later, has faded into the background and disappeared off behind the merchant.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls 31: [ -1- -1- 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 6 6 6 7 7 8 8 9 9 9 9 9 <10> <10> <10> <10> <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 21 successes.

          Soon as it moves its target becomes clear now half a foot from a nearby building, buring hand reaching closer and closer to the house. With in the house is a pair of eyes looking out from within. The sword slashed with the accuracy expected of a Dragonblooded, the first strike cutting into its back the next too miss as its arm seems to move out of join to intercept. As it does so for Moto's attack he shatters its arm and all the way down into it, flattening its midsection. Falling flat its stops moving but keeps burning.

Nellens Lacata sets her blade firmly back in the scabbard, but not after giving Moto a grateful nod. "Let's wait until Finch gets back with some information for us."

Weeping Frost just kinda stares at the thing, frowning deeply. She takes out another arrow and keeps herself somewhat silent, in all this. "Its like some kind of dark magic or something. Crawling, burning corpses." she spits, looking rather wary. "I hate the land. The ocean is /so/ much nicer."

          The dune gives little cover to those trying to sneak up it, not even any scrub brush. Nothing of intest is in the town everything is locked up tight. Well as tight as peasants can lock up. Above a smalling camp of some were between 10 and twenty people. Each wearing a cloak and red scarf of the Jackals.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Dexterity + Stealth: [ -1- -1- -1- -1- 2 3 6 6 8 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Dexterity + Stealth + Essence: [ -1- 2 3 3 3 4 5 6 6 8 8 9 ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

         Moto stands patiently, looking at the splatter mark that used to be whatever it was they fought there. He sips a flask from his side as he looks at the pile, makign sure nothing else comes crawling out.

Cathak Moto hits the body a few more times with his weapon, just to see what happens.

Nellens Lacata looks up abruptly. "There's about twenty Jackals. Let's go."

          The old man eyes Moto and his water taking a few steps closer seeing if maybe there is an opening to take it. The Body crack and squish's but the skin never breaks and the fire only burns hoter

(Judge) Finch rolls Perception + Awareness + 1: [ -1- 5 7 9 <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 6 successes.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Perception + Awareness: [ -1- -1- 2 3 4 7 ]

         Resulting in 1 successes.

Weeping Frost's also watching the pile, an arrow knocked and ready to go as she patrols a little- nervous movement from the Water-Blooded of unusual darkness. Her hair seems a touch paler than normal- eyes flecked with some kind of blood-red tinge behind the darkness there. She nods quietly, kneeling a bit as she frowns to herself. She follows along.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Compassion: [ 4 6 ]

         Resulting in a failure.

         Moto whips around as the old man goes for his water skin, swinging the staff at the man's stomach. No one tries to steal from the people coming to aid you! And especially not from the great Cathak Moto!

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Dexterity + Martial arts + 1: [ -1- -1- 3 3 3 3 7 7 8 9 ]

         Resulting in 4 successes.

Nellens Lacata interposes her sword, still in its scabbard, between Moto and the old man. "None of that," she says warningly, eyeing both sternly.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Perception + War and spends willpower: [ -1- -1- 3 4 5 7 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

Finch moves in closer, trying to get a clear look at what might be afflicting the Jackals, ready to make a dash for safety at a moment's notice if things go poorly.

          The Old man cringes. "I just need some water ... there is so little left, haven't had any ... in ...hours? DAys?" he old may looses track of time. Itching at his leathery skin. Laca looks through the eyes of her conrads and doesn't see an ambush.

Sour Sadness Tiger circles in the opposite direction as Finch, but with a similiar manner and intent. His skin prickles- with or without confirmation, this stinks of setup. But sometimes, the best way to deal with a trap is to snatch the cheese... carefully.

Nellens Lacata pulls out her own water skin, and hands it to the old man, trusting in Danaa'd's embrace to keep her hale in the desert. "Stay here. We're going to deal with the Jackals." She gestures for the others to continue following her.

To (Finch, Sour Sadness Tiger, Last Rose of Thorns), Nellens Lacata pages: Lacata indicates her opinion that there is no ambush through the link.

Weeping Frost still watches the pile of bodies- but follows Lacata quietly, "Sand. It gets everywhere. Give me the ocean." she mumbles to herself. The desert is not to her liking.

         Moto looks at the old man and grumbles, looking at the squished body for a moment. "Hey, old timer... This thing's skin isn't broken yet... You got a spear or a sword or something I can stab at it with? I think it has something strange going on with the skin... And it is burning hotter."

          The only noise from the Jackal camp is that of the flags in the wind. The only smell is that of dead bodies. The two ninja's get close and there is nothing here just eleven people all looking like they were rather sick. Brown skinned and looking rather like statues there. Not even the carrion birds seem to go for them. Their eyes how ever are missing.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Stamina + Resistance: [ 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Stamina + Resistance and spends willpower: [ -1- 3 4 9 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Perception + Awareness: [ -1- -1- 3 4 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Perception + Awareness + 1: [ 2 5 8 8 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 5 successes.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Investigation + Investigation + Perception: [ -1- 3 4 5 6 6 6 7 9 9 9 <10> <10> <10> <10> ]

         Resulting in 12 successes.

Nellens Lacata stops abruptly. "Hold. Look. This isn't right." She indicates the strange ripples in the sand to her companions.

Nellens Lacata looks to the savant. "Moto, do you have any idea what might cause this?"

Weeping Frost looks down at the ripples, frowning a little. "What?" she wonders, "What's not right about it?" she wonders, scratching her head a little. "It looks like sand to me."

Finch prods at the sinking rug. Quicksand?

(Judge) Weeping Frost rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ 2 2 3 5 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ -1- -1- 2 2 6 7 8 <10> ]

         Resulting in 4 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ 2 4 7 9 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

(Judge) Sour Sadness Tiger rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ 3 4 6 <10> ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

         Moto pokes the flattened, burning corpse with the spear, stabbing at it to see if he can break the skin. He looks back at Lacata and then at the sand. "Eh? Yeah, kind of fits the essence flows. It is moving according to the natural flow of essence in this area. That is kind of strange, really..."

Nellens Lacata kneels and pulls her fingers through the sand, frowning. "Could this cause the sickness?" She watches the sand trail through her fingers, scattering it to try and break the patterns.

Sour Sadness Tiger hmms, looking down to the sand. Then back up to the stock still jackals. "There must be a connection..." he mutters, barely above a whisper, to himself.

          The skin does not break rather flakes layers of dead burnt skin slowly, the pole of the staff chars and starts to light.

          Up on the hill Finch hears running water echoing out of the hole. The sand patterens break, but fill back in as the wind carries the sand, in fact the whole pattern flows like water ripples in this patteren. A new sent catches the air for a moment. The sent of Roses, overpowering even the burning fleash if only for a fracktion of a moment.

Finch looks around, aware that he's going to regret this. <<I'm going to see what's down here,>> he sends back silently, and hops in.

         Moto sighs as he notes that the skin seems to never get broken and tosses the spear aside. "Darn. Things seem to resist cuts pretty good, aye?" He curses silently and decides he will go check out what the other two are doing at the dune. He doesnt sneak up so much as just walk slowly, keeping an eye out for problems.

Sour Sadness Tiger mms, and circles around the camp, towards where Finch has found his mysterious 'hole', to join in after him.

          Down the rabbit hole Finch goes sliding out of control till with a wave of sand after him he is in the hallowed center of the dune, a river runs down its center, five more Jackals lay face down in the water, yet they move more than just by the current. There is building tools all around and half finished supports and scaffolding all over.

          The place is lit by an eary green light coming off what looks like mushrooms.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Stamina + Resistance and spends willpower: [ 2 3 4 8 <10> ]

         Resulting in 4 successes.

Once at the camp, Lacata waits for Moto to inspect the center of the geomantic anomaly, looking around warily.

Weeping Frost continues to look around herself. Not trusting the silence.

         Moto looks at the thing and pauses. "Well, this might be the cause. I shall tamper with it and see." He slams the staff into the ground and begins to force the sand dune to crack open, using his powerful Singing Staff to open up the top to lead to where their comrade already fell down into.

Nellens Lacata steps out of the way of the yawning crevasse. "Do... we even know what this pattern is doing?"

          The inner dune Quakes, raining sand on Finch. A suport beam falls over and some scaffolding collapses. The things in the water sit up blinking at Finch. "Ga intuder!" The person seems to be made out of stone as does his other friends. "They are making it collapse!" says another one. "NO!" calls yet another. "Killz it!" they walk to the man.

          Topside the ground shakes and there is a crashing noise. The Dune is hallow.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Wits + Occult: [ 3 4 4 6 8 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

Finch leaps back, evading his stoney foes. "That's no good," he mutters, "not at all."

Finch produces a pair of shuriken from one sleeve and flips them at the nearest stone man.

(Judge) Finch rolls Dexterity + Martial arts + Essence - 2: [ -1- 3 3 4 5 6 6 7 8 8 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 6 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Dexterity + Martial arts + Essence - 3: [ -1- 2 2 2 5 5 7 8 8 8 9 ]

         Resulting in 5 successes.

(Judge) Finch rolls Essence + Essence: [ -1- 2 3 3 4 6 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Compassion: [ 5 7 ]

         Resulting in 1 successes.

         Moto smirks a little bit. "Ahhh, you are making a manse." He watches as he moves the sand and rock to break the roof apart and make a crude ramp to get into the place. "Alright, everybody in so I can shut this thing and repair it a little bit... Unless you want this thing to blow up, I guess. It would solve our problem the easy way, then."

Finch dashes outwards at that pronouncement, leaving the stone warriors behind.

          The Sand ripples again the rises into the air like a grate wind just caught it. The rock people spot the roof just lift up and make a run for it. The air is still thick with sand though, making it hard to see top side.

Nellens Lacata rushes down the ramp, and after the fleeing rock men.

(Judge) Cathak Moto rolls Perception + Occult: [ 2 2 2 3 3 6 6 7 8 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

         Moto watches one run out and another run in and chuckles. "We got at least five days till this place blows, by my reckoning. We should have plenty of time to look into what is causing this, get out, and fix the place up." He starts down in after Lacata.

Weeping Frost frowns a little, just watching all of this going on quietly- everyone else seems to have it handled.

          The Rock Creatures sink into the water being so heavy its not hard. The Manse shakes, the essence in the air raises, charging the air slowly. Finch runs by Laca, but soon excapes into dense sand air above.

Nellens Lacata leaps at one, moving fluidly through the water, and wrestles it to the ground. "WHO ARE YOU?" she shouts, voice carrying clear and true in the river-water.

(Judge) Nellens Lacata rolls Perception + Investigation + Investigation: [ -1- -1- -1- -1- 3 4 5 5 6 6 8 8 9 9 <10> ]

         Resulting in 6 successes.

Nellens Lacata pulls her hands away from the creature, and glances at it to check for a rash. "You were told to take a bath? Who told you? The tribe leader?"

         Moto looks at the river with a bit of a frown. He cannot swim and he cannot breath underwater. He sighs a little and waits there for the moment, keeping look out and trying to fix as much of the roof as he can while he waits.

          Your hand is turning a sandy brown color and you body begins to itch. The River carrying his sandy plague toward the town. The rock thing nods to the woman. Moto makes head way on repairing the manse but there was a lot of damage, not only does the roof need fixing but all the sand too.

Nellens Lacata kicks to the surface. "Moto! Dam the river!" she shouts, clambering on top of the water and running to shore, urging Frost to do likewise with a curt wave if she followed her in.

Weeping Frost follows into the underground. Sploosh. "Oh. Water. nice." she says as she follows after Moto. "What's going on down here, anyways?" blinking, she nods- looking around now for something to dam the river with.

(Judge) Weeping Frost rolls Stamina + Resistance: [ 7 7 ]

         Resulting in 2 successes.

         Moto looks away from the roof and towards the river. "Eh, I got this Frost." He says with a smile. He focuses and a large fist made of rock reaches down and attempts to stop the place where the river is flowing from. "I think we may need to blow this place into pieces. So much disease."

          The River dies down to nothing as Moto closes it off. The level of the water fall dramatically. The last Rock man tries to get away down the path the water still flows. Its quiet again thought the air is still charged

Nellens Lacata splish splashes her way through the muddy sand after the rock men. Answers! She will have answers!

Weeping Frost scratches at her sides and stuff. "Damnit. What the fuck." she says, shaking her head a little. "Is there like glass int he sand?"

         "I think it is a sickness, Frost." Moto says with a mild frown. He has kept himself safe thus far. Being careful to avoid anything suspicious and itchy looking. He doesn't like this place one bit. This is the type of thing he makes bombs for so he can blow it up. He sighs and shakes his head. "Alright, let us continue on... Although, we will have to blow this place up, I fear, or the disease will spread on from here."

          The rock man meeps and runs fast but its no hope. "I take bath you attack bath house what more you know?" It complains wanting to be left alone its having a bad day. I wishes its friends got caught rather than him. "You even wreck safe house Lord Rose helped us build."

Nellens Lacata snarls, "Your safe house is poisoning the whole area! You're being used, Yurasu. Look at yourself!"

Weeping Frost frowns. "Well. With that, I better get back to the city and get my happy ass healed- shouldn't I?!" she wonders, growling a little. "Fucking disease."

          Yurasu looks at his craggy naked form. Then back to you confused why that was nessisary, is she hitting on him? "I move big rocks, Rose build bath house so we can stay wet. I happy... till you made wet stop"

         Moto follows on them at a casual pace, not wanting to run. He might slip in the mud or something and apparently the water had stuff that itched. Best to be careful and not splash it on his bare skin. He is giving the place a look around with a very careful eye. "Interesting..."

Nellens Lacata frowns. "How long have you been like... this? Made of rock?"

 

(Afterward) The people were evated by Moto who built them a new town twenty miles away. The Manse exploded in order to cleanse the land of the plauge

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