Across from the tip of this crescent
there seems to be a pretty sickly looking island, neither verdant or lush in
any usual sense. I have an urge to explore it, it seems like the perfect alien
habitat to fight any locals of this island as I doubt any would be comfortable
or used to such environments. I worry any tribesmen on this place might have
substantial bonuses and abilities within the jungle. That island looks to be a
place where years of jungle specialization wont matter. I will have to angle to
head there before we explore the mainland. Of course likely its inhabited with
its own nasties, I worry about stories I have heard of creatures whose presence
means death that effect the environment. One thing is among all that fungus and
animal eating plant life I doubt these ever present damable insects will be in
any number, it doesn’t seem like a place they could flourish in.
We looped about on the inside of
the crescent, no shipwrecks were apparent; soon we came across a curious sight.
An unconscious armored warrior with a foolishly large hammer clenched in his
hands. How he could have ever swum to shore with his hands full or with such
unwieldy apparel is a mystery. Dorian and I got him on his feet, seems to be
lame and very evasive about why. Sseems pretty untrustworthy really, even
carries that hammer like he has no idea what to do with it. Just our luck to be
ssaddled with another idiot. He however is very lucky to have been found by us.
He lacks any skills of observation, healing, survival or concept of geography.
He would have been dead in a couple days if not for us.
We kept exploring, the cripple
kept wanting to be upfront but seems slow to move and slower to act – wasn’t
any use when we found a dino nest. I saved the eggs from being culled bu these
baby killing brutes. Fancy I might even try to raise them. Who knows how long
we will be on this place.
Seems these humans think something’s
amiss with me, jokes aside I have no idea what their on about. Their ability to
perceive things is limited at best and I was blessed among my brood by looking
human – a pity as I lost some abilities all others in my clutch had, but a
blessing for being in this human world of monkeys. No scales, distinctive eyes
or other such features they must be channelling some oracular power from
another world.
Seems Ron and I are also the only
competent climbers. Been handy for our explorations. Ate crab last nite.. doesn’t
agree with me. Things got better however as that night 3 lizards snuck up and
attacked. I am proud of them, them almost wiped us out if not for my heroics,
backed by Ron, and durians healing bursts. Titus again was useless, he moves as
slowly as he thinks which is ironic considering I think his an oracle of lore.
Thought oracles defined their lives by an ideal not sure what lore skills or
abilities he has.
I can feel our power growing, I hope to avoid the nativess until we can fare better than the idiots who were shipwrecked before us and went of half-cocked. Speaking of which we found a gathering place of such idiots, a old camp, poorly barricaded and made by some without my skills. Bloody camp overrun with mould. We killed a plant zombie. Eventually I had to do something about the baby corpse. I waited some time for the so called life oracle or Titus who seems to be some sort of religious warrior to do something, they didn’t. So just before we moved on I buried the baby in the name of my Kukri, my baby, and swore vengeance.
I can feel our power growing, I hope to avoid the nativess until we can fare better than the idiots who were shipwrecked before us and went of half-cocked. Speaking of which we found a gathering place of such idiots, a old camp, poorly barricaded and made by some without my skills. Bloody camp overrun with mould. We killed a plant zombie. Eventually I had to do something about the baby corpse. I waited some time for the so called life oracle or Titus who seems to be some sort of religious warrior to do something, they didn’t. So just before we moved on I buried the baby in the name of my Kukri, my baby, and swore vengeance.
These diseases are a constant
vexation but by childhood has instilled me with some resistance that seems to
be putting me in good stead. Some of the others aren’t faring so well. The
party seems content to let me lead, I am cutting across here and there for
points of interest, avoiding points of hazard and trying to cover as much
virgin ground as possible. They still
complain about wanting to go the natives but I know they’re not ready and I don’t
see why their bored as I am leading them into constant encounters. Useless humans. We seem to
be finding some useful notes on some of the shipwrecks I can decipher, some
treasure I have appraised and some magic items I have successfully identified.
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