Just Like Penom, but Wetter^H^H^H^H^H^HBetter!
"Oh, Lord Chegarra!"
"Not quite -- but I'll help bail!"
September 17, 1996, Session Summary
We last left our foolish^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hinquisitive Tsolyani in
the Flats of Tsechelnu making friends with the native wildlife.
Shekkara suggested the ruins as a good starting point for
searching for Hereksa Qolyemu hiSsanmirin.
Our most industrious party hired six boatmen and boats to ferry
them through the wetter parts of the flats. Ngaya rejoiced
at this opportunity to travel via her favorite transport. They
soon discovered that their unspoken fears of becoming grounded
were ungrounded when a storm of a likes not seen in their lifetimes
blew in from sea. Lo! How the rain fell, filling their boats with
fresh potable water, so much so that our Tsolyani, with heavy regrets,
were forced to expel the water from their boats. hiTlakotani
refused to participate in this wasteful activity. One of their
hired mercenaries graciously offered to take place,
but in his effort to change boats, caused the boat carrying the
Tlakotani to tip them one and all into the water. All scrambled
for new boats, except for the mercenary who paid for his clumsiness
by becoming fish food.
Sadly, most sadly, our Tsolyani could not stop to give him funeral
rites as the storm was ever and more fiercefully upon them. The
boatmen strove to ferry them to cover while the rain lashed and
the wind whipped and the water surged around them. With unflagging
courage, Ngaya ceaselessly chanted songs to her God on the behalf
of all of the party when, lo! to our Tsolyani's surprise did a voice
call out to them.
"Chegarra?" Ngaya cried out with delirious hope.
"Not quite!" the voice answered.
But he was willing to help bail, and so it was that our party made
their acquaintance with a most strange person who introduced himself
as Arkhane hiKetkolel of the Golden Sunburst. Ahkan and Ngaya
were most delighted to learn that he was a lay-priest of Ksarul.
Eventually the storm passed and our party made their way to another
village and took thankful refuge in mud and straw huts that were, for
one soaking wet night, more wondrous to look upon than even the
most beauteous palace in all of Tsolyanu.
Lo! Wrote this, Lisa Leutheuser, horse of The Most Beautiful
Shekkara Tlakotani, on this 9th day of October, 1996 Anno Domini.
This is the end of the game logs, though the campaign has continued on.
Perhaps some crazy^H^H^H^H^Hbrave and noble player will take up the burden
again in the future.
