Friday, August 19, 2016

The Expedition to the Lost Legionnaire

This post follows the expedition of the online group, as composed to my home group as they compete to find the Eye of Set.

Sitting on the veranda sipping tea they overheard that a sailing ship had seen a makeshift encamp and a lone member of the foreign legion waving to them.  Sadly the cliffs and rocky shores prevented a landing and they were forced to sail on.

Taking the hook, the expedition decided to purchase some riding animals and a large amount of water and millet and to travel days through unknown terrain to mount a rescue.    The party once again contained a judgmental British industrialist, a Texas gunfighter, and now a retired French Cavalry Officer.

They set off across the narrow desert and ventured into the long grass of the savanna, where they were promptly ambushed by lions.   Not wishing to risk injury they rode their horses at full tilt to simply outrun their pursuers.  They rode hard through the day and camped near a large rock,  unfortunately their sleep was plagued by a swarm of flies.   The next morning they cut through a patch of dry scrubland and came upon a dead legionnaire sprawled among the branches of a leafless tree,  his expensive repeating rifle at the base.   They moved forward when the industrialist noticed the tell tale signs of disease and held everyone back.   Deciding the rifle would be useful, the braved the risk to retrieve it before using whale oil to burn the tree and cremate the legionnaire.

Riding further they noticed that a large swarm of hyena's were slowly stalking them, keeping well back.  Unnerved they continued and noticed that buzzards were also beginning to hover over them.  Attempts to turn and ride off the Hyenas were only temporarily successful as they would scatter and then eventually reform.   As the sun wound low they moved into the badlands and saw that jackals were now forming in the rocks ahead of them.   Once more they tried to run down the Hyenas,  but in this chase they heard the voice of a woman, and rode to find an Oasis with a lone woman waving a stick at more jackals.   As they rode in on thundering hooves to rescue her they were assaulted on all sides by a swarm of Hyenas, Jackals, and diving Buzzards that tore at their flesh and were fearless in the face of sustained gunfire from the various repeaters.  In a tense battle of pistol fire and horse hooves they eventually managed to kill the swarm of animals, suffering innumerable small injuries along the way.

The woman thanked them and asked them to camp here at the oasis for the night, and share in her refreshments as she began to strum a Zither.  The Texas stayed up into the evening to speak with her and share dates from her bowl while the cavalry officer and industrialist set fire to the animal corpses.  As the morning sun began to rise the British industrialist awoke early, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that for a brief moment the woman seemed off, corpse-like, before the image of her returned to normal.   A normal person would have been unsettled but left it at that,  but the British industrialist specifically placed no value in the lives of non-Europeans and even then only negligible amounts to the lives of non-upper class British.  So he immediately drew his revolver and shot at her head.   She did not even both moving and seemed almost ready to laugh as the gun was aimed.  As the bullet sunk into her head,  "the universe" reminded "her" that this particular gun was a holy relic having been blessed by god for its role in rooting out the snake cult of the last adventure.   With a shocked look still on the remains of her face,  the bullet exploded her skull and dropped her body to the sand.  He form had the appearance of weeks of rot.    Further more,  the dates in her bowl now appeared to be decaying human toes.

Refilling their water stores and packing up her Zither, which seemed to have an almost magical quality to its tones, the party made haste to continue on their journey.  Reaching the cliffs overlooking the water,  the party was soon ambushed by a band of desert nomads with banditry on their mind.  Thinking the battered trio would be easy picking they charged in firing matchlocks and bringing their lances to bear.    Firing two pistols at once the Texas gunfighter brought down four in a few seconds, his companions taking out another pair between them.   Having their charge broken the remaining few quickly broke.

The cavalry officer took the two injured nomads, and stabilized them to be taken as prisoners (along with their guns and camels) while the gunfighter took the bodies out to be buried.  The industrialist went to find the legionnaire on his own.   The industrialist found the legionnaire,  dehydrated, starving, and wearing a tattered uniform with his rifle still in hand.  He was living in a simple structure of ragged cloth and brush, and was successfully talked into following the party home.   The gunfighter meanwhile was overtaken with a powerful urge while burying the dead and took to eating parts of the dead men's flesh.  He found him self surging with strength and freshly invigorated.   He secretly carved more flesh for "special rations".

Riding home they encountered another band of nomads,  this one offering to pay a ransom for the two prisoners.   Not wanting to risk another confrontation (and seeing financial rewards for low risk) they took the offer and continued.  Moving into the savanna once more they encountered a band of warriors bearing simple hide shields and clubs.  Their leader demanded tribute and the party offered him a matchlock.  This seemed to impress him greatly and he implied safe passage, giving them a small golden trinket as well.   Continuing on the party moved through the savanna to the edge of the narrow desert separating them from Guam-yaiv,   They came to another band of warriors with the same garb and a leader riding a chariot pulled by golden quagga.  This situation seemed tense until the leader noticed the amulet.  He demanded it in payment and then let the party go without a word.  Perplexed by the exchange (which involved little language)  the party returned to Guam-yaiv a success to the local authorities,  happy to receive word of the legion and its progress.



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