BROriental Adventures: No Girls Allowed (except mom) Pt.1
These are the (solitaire) Patron Session Reports of the #BROrientalAdventures campaign for Mother of the Yellow Sign, posted here for posterity.
Thinking they could use Witch Mountain as a landmark, the 3 brave Sea Bromads descended into the jungle below managing to not becoming lost in the dense tangle.
They stumbled upon a knot of large serpentine lizards, that must have been near 10ft long, sunning themselves on a small sandy heap which had been formed by the shifting tide. They spotted at least the heads and tails of 5 of the creatures, and they were nearly upon the cluster before the 3 men became aware of them. Thank the Spout the beasts seemed content to lounge there slumbering, and they were able to skulk away. Back into the brush.
Aiming to continue their patrol route, they got turned around in the undergrowth before realising they had arrived back at Witch Mountain. Where they spent the rest of the day exploring, eventually chancing upon the nest of some Beetle Monkeys, long since abandoned. The sparse lair was picked clean, though there was signs of something other than Beetle Monkeys dwelling there; fire pits, signs of cooking and preparing food not usually seen among the beetle monkeys.
Hungry, and tired they return to the warm embrace of the islands host.
Day 2 (2-8-2023):
Setting out once again from Witch Mountain they cautiously descended back towards where they had seen the beast the day before. Curiosity getting the better of them as they spy a marooned Outrigger, in the style of the Hundred Kingdoms.
They were moving in for a closer look, when grasping hands erupted out of the brackish waters, and bloated corpses began to pull themselves free from the mangrove roots. Thankfully the 30 yards between them was more then enough, as the swamp impeded the already slow restless dead, giving the Bromads enough time to recover.
The zombies shambled forward, as the Bromads back peddled. Unfortunately not fast enough to shake the steady advance.
Desperately scrambling over fallen trunks, and sploshing through the swamp the Bromads managed to put enough of a cluster of mangroves between themselves and the encroaching horde. But in their haste to flee, they had lost their bearings.
Eventually they managed to stop and catch their breath, where the mangrove swamp thinned and the sound of the waves could be heard. Deciding not to push their luck they attempted to hug the shore and reorientate themselves with the glimpses of Witch Mountain they could spy over the tree line.
They pushed on, hugging the coast, thinking the danger was behind them. When a pair of giant spiders emerged from the low scrub; front legs raised, venomous fangs bared, and hissing aggressively. Preparing to withdraw, the Bromads were startled by another group emerging from the nearby brush. Hands raised and ready to parley.
All three groups began to slowly step back, the spiders instinctually realising the threat, slightly lowered their front legs and the tone of their hissing. Cautiously withdrawing back under the cover of the young green branches. Spindly legs, straddling roots and keeping them out of the salt water.
The Bromads thank the Explorers for their aid and invite them to meet the Lady of the Island. After quickly conferring; not realising the island was inhabited, and having sensed no ‘evil intent’ from the Bromads – they elect to cautiously follow along.
Satisfied the Bromads began to head back to Witch Mountain. Making it there with no further difficulty.
They bring the group of cautious explorers to the Mother of the Yellow Sign and her Daughters. She is unveiled and thanks the Bromads for their assistance.
When suddenly 2 of the Explorers cry out in horror, as the beautiful hostess becomes a withered crone before their eyes.
Both sides are stunned by the sudden outburst, but the Mother recovers quickly understanding what has occurred. She cries "“Bromads protect me. Explorers subdue your friends, so they don’t hurt themselves. Girls defend yourselves.”
They move to interpose themselves, while the (charmed) explorers gang up on their previous companions. Who offer very little resistance as they are quickly subdued.
As they tend to their wounds, She goes to them and stares deeply into their eyes. To take the measure of the men.
Yet one remains head strong, so she instructs him to be left with her. Saying she will tend to him as the others turn in for the night. Only when they have left, does she resort to petty magic to ensorcelled his mind.
Hopefully, the Explorers will share some rations.
- 96sp added to the treasury of the Yellow Sign.
Day 3 (3-8-2023):
The 2 battered explorers stayed on Witch Mountain to rest and recuperate.
The Bromads and the rest of the Explorers headed out once more into the jungle, confidence bolstered by numbers. They were becoming old hands at recognising trail sign to descend the mountain.
They came across a strange group of angry beings, thrashing the undergrowth clearing searching for something. Drawing closer the Bromads witnessed men with the heads of beasts; Tamasic Men!
But their bodies were covered in open sores, and weeping pustules.
The Bromads stepped forward in an attempt to parley; inviting the Tamasic men to come treat with the Lady of the Island, for she may have balms with which to ease their suffering. The nearby Lepers hid and listened.
But in their anger the Tamasic men would not listen, and demanded in rasping and broken Trade Tongue that the Bromads find the ones who did this to them!
Given the numbers, and aggressive nature of the diseased Tamasic Men, the Bromads agreed. If only to placate them and proceeded to spend the next 6 hours aiding them in their search. Eventually finding the hiding spot of several figures.
Thanks to the dimming light the Tamasic Men were better able to locate the hated Lepers, cautiously moving to encircle them.
The Bromads called for those in hiding to come out, and surrender as they were surrounded. But promised that the Lady of the Island will ensure them fair hearing in adjudicating this manner. The Tamasic men held their positions.
The Lepers though remained in hiding.
The Bromads asked as a show of good faith for the Tamasic cordon to be broken. So that their quarry may emerge, and the Lady of the Island can rule on this matter justly. The Tamasic men begrudgingly complied, reducing their encirclement to a half circle.
The Lepers cautiously emerged from their hiding spot within the dense tangle of mangroves.
The Bromads began to withdraw, intent to lead the Tamasic Men and Lepers back towards Witch Mountain. The Tamasic Men eyed the Lepers menacingly but opened up to let them pass. The Lepers hurried quickly to catch up to the retreating Bromads.
After a little while however it became apparent to the Bromads. They were lost.
A little embarrassed they once again aimed to head to Witch Mountain properly. Thankfully making it before their ‘guests’ grew too impatient.
They were granted an audience with the Mother of the Yellow Sign. She sat unveiled upon her driftwood throne, adorned with shells, atop the dais. Flanked by her veiled daughters. The Lepers and most of the Tamasic men instantly fell for her unearthly beauty.
Those who weren't swayed didn't sense anything untoward.
She sits in judgement as the Lepers tell of what brought them to the island, and what caused the friction between them and the Tamasic men. She asks questions to the lizard headed men and watches who nods and who doesn’t. Scanning their faces, watching the final few Tamasic men falling for her charms.
That night it is a grand feast for the Bromads.
- A 100gp gem, 1000gp gem, 1000ep, 1000gp, and jewellery worth (1100gp, 1300gp, 300gp, 1400gp, 1200gp, 1000gp) in value, given as tribute to the Lady of the Island.
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