The party is astounded. This is magic none of them have seen; their plan to easily usurp the great chief and implant their own puppet has fallen through.
“We can’t let him just kill Ogg, this is insane!” says Poma
“I’ve invested too much in keeping this sap alive, you’ll answer to me should harm befall him” shouts Jenga.
“Let it play out… This is what we wanted.” Says Grey Bear.
“Who wants to bed the hero? Lady – I think – Let’s get to it” Pkuma drags away an agog Neanderthal woman.
The bear-creature plunges its blade into the ground. “Rise, Ogg, and claim your right!”
“Now hold on you illusory son of a bitch, you think you can just muscle people out of the way because you’ve got the Talent?” Melvi charges the stage, magical lights firing around him. "Ogg will challenge you and he’ll kick your ass. We’ll fuck you up!”
The bear creature plucks Melvi from the ground and raises him in a tremendous paw. “Is this true, Ogg, does your warband challenge me or is it only you?”
“We’ll cut you to pieces and eat your entrails, your shitty campfire visions don’t fool anybody! Fuck off, sugartits, it’s go time!” chimes Melvi.
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| Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear is enchanted by ancient magic and leads cavemen into war. |
“Do you mean you are my friend?” says the creature “Ogg, do you reserve your right for a later time?”
“YES!” shouts the group and Ogg in unison.
“Very well. What is it you ask of us? How do we eliminate this threat to the Blooded Moon?”
“We have found what we think is the source of the scourge.” Broken Clay goes on to explain the Bison spirits, the tree room, and the portals and destinations.
“I am familiar with these spirits. They were my friends once.
“We are too far south in this unrelenting heat to carry our furs with us any longer. You may help yourself to them and whatever other supplies you might need. Let me know when you are prepared to return and I shall join you.”
The group, narrowly averting what would surely leave them disemboweled, steaming carcasses on the steppe, warily make their way out of the center of the village. The citizenry give them a wide berth, none dare challenge them, and many offer up their furs, food, and beds.
Melvi finds what passes for the village tailor and commissions cloaks be made out of the wendigo hide the group purchased some time ago. The price is only 14 days’ rations and the remainder of the hide, and he easily appropriates the food from the village stores and passes it along. (The group gains two cloaks of Spell Resistance 12.)
“So what now?” asks Jenga “This thing is a threat to everyone. We should kill the old man in his sleep and Thunderbird the job’s done.”
“Seconded. Though if we ate of his body we’d have a portion of that power…” says Pkuma
“Have you not heard of wendigo? Seriously?” interrupts Broken Clay “Eating a man’s flesh, particularly this far north, will summon things we cannot fight and survive. They are the souls of cannibals turned feral. They stalk the skies on burning feet to prey on mortals. Besides, this is obviously a great ally to have on our side. Thunderbird did well to align us to such a power.”
“First, this tribe has clearly handled wendigo before – I doubt they traded for that hide over there.” Says Grey Bear “Second, odds are the two hundred year old man-that-turns-into-bear-god is what killed it. If we can’t kill wendigo, we can’t kill him. If he’s volunteering to come with us, we can let him do the heavy lifting and Thunderbird will free us to return home.”
“I agree, our priority should be fulfilling this request,” says Siqua “ I do not wish to be afield any longer than I need – I have a woman and children to return to my people.”
“Yeah, about them,” says Poma “Are they staying here or are we taking them back?”
Siqua eyes the few men wandering at the edge of the camp, “They’ll come along. The bison spirits should keep them safe.”
“So,” says Broken Clay, “We travel with this chief?”
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| "Are those your lady parts or two large hairballs?" -- Pkuma |
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