The Gits Of Prax II

I01 — The Gits Of Prax Ii


Season, Week, Day

Dramatis Personae

Iannic, sister of Toras, Black Rhino Clan, initiate of Babeester Gor
Suuraki, Blue Llama Clan, hunter
Rajar, Straw Weaver Bison Clan, initiate of Storm Bull
Toras, brother of Iannic, Black Rhino Clan, Storm Bull
Valseena, cousin to Maalira, Straw Weaver Bison Clan, Eirithan Healer
Waharon, Sable rider, definitely not a Lunar


Maalira, cousin to Valseena, Straw Weaver Bison Clan, White Lady
Some Priestesses who do not like the Straw Weavers much
A Priestess who does not like the Straw Weavers much but is prepared to listen to reason
A pregnancy spirit
A teeny tiny warrior
An assistant shaman


Erhehta came to Rajar to throw ash on his fire and say he had dreamed of bad things, sending him to Stealer’s River, to deal with Chaos. He added that the rest of the group might be in the area, and it would be good to join up with them if they were, and protect them. He then took a handful of ash from Rajar’s fire. Rajar set off early the next morning.

Over at Stealer’s River, aka the Ancestor River, Iannic chased after her brother Toras. Toras was just ahead when he spotted scorpion men. He threw his javelin, Iannic threw and axe, and the scorpion men (three of them, I think) scattered uphill and downhill. It was hard to give chase with rhinos, but missile weapons accounted for two of them, and a timely Rajar encountered the last, although he was peppered with free weapons. The last of the chaotic creatures skittered away but Waharon had advanced close enough to drop arrows onto it, and that was the end of the thing.

The united group moved on, and that night a desert ghoul attacked them, but did not manage to kill anybody. They shuddered rather over the dessicated corpse, and burned it. Later they were treated to the sights and sounds of a Morokanth herd-man hunt. They called out in case the ghoul had been a problem to the Morokanth as well, but it was just a general problem. The condor screamed a lot, making the Morokanth less friendly, but other than an attempt to buy the animal, there was no increased problem. Iannic refused to sell. The Morokanth invited them to a feast of friendship, in which herd-man was eaten, and then presented them with a left hand, tattooed with a Darkness Rune. There was a little discussion of whether this was a human hand, but the Morokanth said it was merely the mark of a previous owner.

The group arrived at the Temple, where at first a member of the Flower Clan stone-walled Valseena. While she was trying to get around that, they were approached by a tiny TINY warrior, Tirrip. He asked them to go meet someone he was protecting, Davoon. Questioning found out that Davoon was of his tribe, the Impalas, and was an assistant shaman to Maserelt, the shaman that Erhehta was after. Valseena went to talk to the head of the Temple directly, having sent the right gifts to the right people, and the others went to talk to Davoon.

Valseena had a long conversation with the High Priestess, resulting in a slight thawing of the bad relations between the two clans, as well as a blessing on the bag. The others heard out Davoon, who first of all made a space where no spirits could hear, and only then appealed to them to stop Erhehta because Maserelt needed to talk to him. In the end she asked to come with them and talk to Erhehta directly. It had been her who cut the bridge to the Scorpion Village, when they had first been rescuing him.

Trying to persuade him not to attack did not work out – he was determined on revenge rather than losing face. He called on the group (other than Maalira) to help him, and they trampled Maserelt in the spirit world. However, he did then declare that they were equal, and tell Davoon he would speak to Maserelt.

The adventurers were rewarded with spirit magic of various sorts. Later on the year, the Storm Bull zebra rider arrived to tell Waharon that his daughter was pregnant, and if Waharon wanted to be the father he should bring appropriate gifts.

“Nala knows better than to spend three peaceful seasons with Erhehta….” – Ari Mala

“Oh for gods’ sake…I’ve rolled 2 1s on 2d10… so that’s two points of damage, plus STR bonus, which is…. ” – Rajar

“TBH, it’s difficult not to hear two thundering rhino and a bison.”- Iannic
“That’s why they didn’t hear anything else” – GM

“Rajar! Good news! It’s raining weapons!” – GM
“EXCELLENT!” – Rajar

“They’re adults! They know what they’re doing.” – Suuraki
“Yeah, they’re probably fine.” – Valseena
“One’s a Storm Bull, and one’s a Babeester Gor.” – Toras
“I said they knew what they were doing, not that they were wise.” – Suuraki

“Oh God I forgot the condor.” – Iannic

“YOU. WOKE UP. THE FUCKING. CONDOR” – Iannic, to the ghoul, speaking with axe strikes.” – Iannic

“I believe we have added ‘do not look in the bag’ by Chinese whispers. Or Praxian shouting….” – GM

“I’m going to reach into the bag and adjust the position of the baby…” – Suuraki
“You now have your condor adjusted.” – GM

“You attach a little flag to your high llama so the tourists can follow.” – GM

“Oh, you actually HAVE the bag. I assumed the shaman was just high.” – Rajar

“How many attacks should I give this thing?” – GM
“ZERO! she shouted, helpfully” – Iannic

“Hey, bro–do you want to share watch or do you want the pleasure of kicking me awake?” – Iannic
“You have to ASK?” – Toras
“There this thing called politeness. I don’t have it, but the Storm Bulls might” – Iannic

“Old sand of a tomb? how do they get sand up on the platforms?” – Waharon

“It’s literally a long story. It starts with literally an hour of warm-up throat singing” – Suuraki