Its rather hard for me to pick a good section out of my story hours as well. This is out of my most recent one that is still ongoing...
The Celestial Empire .
Basic background: Nayu (PC), Felonca (PC), Liu and Chou are fleeing to the south to avoid of a bunch of undead... as well as searching for Nayu's parents, whose town was burned by the employer of Captain Li (their prisoner). Chaos and trouble ensues.
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Dire Need
“The bonds are quite tight... would it be possible to persuade you that they should be loosened?”
Nayu growled his disapproving reply towards Captain Li, the noise and the young man’s eyes conveying hatred deeper than the Western Sea. Even though they were three days from the desolation that was the remains of Red Lotus, Nayu could still smell on his clothes the twin stenches of burnt wood and rotting flesh. For two days the ex-Captain had been requesting the bonds holding his arms tightly behind his back be loosened, and for two days Nayu had glowered his fury. Today, the young man had enough, and reached into his pack.
“Nayu, what are you doing?” he heard Felonca’s worried voice as he pulled out a small bolt of cloth. Quickly, the same found itself wrapped around the Captain’s mouth. When muffled protests came, Nayu merely tightened it.
“Was that necessary?” Felonca asked, looking with pity towards the Captain
and Nayu. A look then flashed towards Chou, riding just ahead of his father. The tall sergeant did not even look back, his eyes still holding the blank look of loss that had covered his mirth for the past week and a half.
“Very much so,” Nayu grumbled in reply as the troupe rounded a turn in the main highway. The road was narrow but relatively level, with a wide field of view all around, something that set them all at ease. The last thing any of them wanted was to be caught spending the night in a dark wood with undead running about.
Nayu’s eyes then gave a glare back to the Captain, the only symbol present of those he hated... the Military Governor, his soldiers that had burned Nayu’s home, and all the prefects who had tried to raise undead.
It’s all their fault! If it wasn’t for them, I’d be at home right now!
His mind was so focused on the dark thought that he didn’t notice that his comrades had reined up until he realized he was quickly drawing away from the Captain. He spun around, heart in his throat and magic crawling on his lips, only to see up ahead a large cart, slightly to the side. A man was beside it, foul curses thundering from his mouth, many of the same curses that were threatening to come from Nayu’s mouth as well.
“Hello!” Felonca called.
“Move that thing!” Nayu called momentarily, galloping forward.
“I would, if my wheel wasn’t broke!” the peasant shouted back as Nayu cantered to a halt, quickly dismounting from his horse. The peasant momentarily gestured towards left front of his cart, where the wheel, indeed, had snapped after running over a rather large stone.
“Hmm,” Nayu groaned.
He CAN’T move out of the way... maybe... “Liu? Chou? Can you run to the woods off thataway,” Nayu gestured vaguely to the copse of trees about a hundred yards off, “and fetch me some large sections of timber.” The trader/sorcerer then knelt down beside the wheel itself, his mind searching through memory.
Father said one of the most important things for a trader to know is how to fix a broken wheel... the axle is fine... good. Its just the rim and the lower spokes that are broken, and we have blades that can carve those... at least to the point this guy can get out of our way and get to a nearby town...
Felonca crouched beside Nayu, watching her friend as he stared intently at the broken wheel, wondering what was going on in his mind.
Poor thing... he’s been through so much... She breathed in deeply to give off a sigh, but suddenly her nose wrinkled, as a smell she wasn’t used to wafted into her sensitive nasal passages. The wrinkle quickly changed, as he eyes widened in alarm.
Blood! Fresh blood! her mind realized. As Nayu and the peasant both looked intently at the wheel, Nayu now explaining how it could be fixed, Felonca edged towards the back of the cart, and her eyes widened further.
The large cart’s cargo was covered by a cloth tarp, with fresh, brown stains speckled across its surface. She couldn’t tell what was under the tarp... beasts, or something far more sinister, as the smell of fresh blood flooded through her nose, overwhelming her mind. Gingerly, with a touch of revulsion, she reached for the cloth and began to slowly lift it...
Only to have it tugged out of her hands. Confused, she spun around to see the peasant behind her, setting his wide brim hat on the edge of the cart.
“Interested in these little things?” he asked, flipping the cloth up. Inside was a brace of the largest, strangest rabbits she had ever seen. They were easily the size of small dogs, and each had a large horn rising from its forehead.
“These things were tearing through my garden, and the other day they attacked my daughter when she threw a stone at one of them. So I culled them, and I’m taking them to market to see if they’re worth anything. Now, you want one or not?”
“Um... no... thank you,” Felonca managed to sputter out, embarrassed at her suspicion.
Four days later, when the party spotted another traveler on this desolate stretch of road, Felonca initially was hesitant to be suspicious again.
They’d spotted him at a great distance, due to the dust his steed was raising. She, like the others, assumed it was merely a courier of some kind as they dipped into a shallow gully, obscuring him from view. However, when the horse and rider suddenly appeared at the top of the shallow ridge ahead and reined to a hard stop, Felonca’s heart stopped as well.
The small creature was barely large enough to manage the big mare he sat astride. As soon as his small, dark eyes laid their gaze on her, his small squirrel ears gave a twitched, and he suddenly yanked hard on the reins, wheeling his horse around.
Memories flooded back into Felonca’s mind... of one day not long before, when she’d seen those same eyes flashing at her in anger. The eyes that made her doubt whether she belonged in a Military Academy, and prompted her to decide to run away.
What is Nixu doing here? He’s barely into his second year at the Academy... they wouldn’t let him leave the Academy grounds, let alone be this far south, nearly one hundred MILES from the Academy!
Did he run away too? Did... did Master Hsiu hurt him because I ran? The Academy’s master was known to be strict, but Nixu’s yelling at her incompetence was something far different than him helping her plan to escape. He had no way of knowing his tirade (one she admitted she rightfully deserved) would have anything to do with her escape, along with her warfans, Master Hsiu’s kimono, and his prized silver dagger.
“Nixu!” she called, even as the horse and rider disappeared behind the ridge, the thundering of hoofbeats already receding. With a growl, Felonca put her own spurs deep into the flanks of her mare, and thundered after him. As she topped the ridge and caught sight of him again, she heard the shouts of confusion from her friends receding as she pulled away.
I need to talk to him! I need to find out if Master Hsiu and the Academy know anything about these undead! I need to know why he is here! Will he report me to Master Hsiu?!
True, the last time she’d seen him, he was furious with her. The Floating Stone test was one of the hardest for newer students to finish, and she had completely ruined his carefully constructed creation, the Court Common character for “patience.” It had taken him hours upon hours of work, all ruined because of a prank.
Damn me, Felonca’s mind flew into instant regret, remembering his face, so upset he was nearly crying.
I need to talk to him. To apologize!
“Nixu! Wait! Please!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her mare straining onward under her as the figure of the squirrel hengeyokai and his mount grew smaller and smaller in the distance. For one last instance, he turned around, and she swore she could see a look of fear in his eyes before he turned around and his horse pulled away for good.
Why was he here? her confused mind asked as she finally reined up, hoofbeats rumbling closer signifying her comrades were finally catching up. She didn’t know it, but her face was full of confusion when she turned around, to see a worried Nayu canter up behind her.
“What was that all about?” he asked, looking between her and the distant figure that momentarily vanished.
“That... that was a friend,” she managed to say, her own eyes turning back to watchi Nixu disappear below the horizon. “I need to talk to him. I think... I think he’s in danger.”
The next night, Felonca was still wrapping her mind around that new development.
Why was he here? Is Master Hsiu nearby? She felt herself shudder slightly at the thought. If Master Hsiu indeed had come this far south to find her, she knew that the chances of her seeing a hangman’s noose were increasing by the day.
“Dammit,” she cursed softly, realizing her shudder had ruined her attempt at whittling to pass the time. She took second watch for the peace and quiet, but sometimes it grew too quiet, the only noise being the sounds of crickets and the light snores of her companions. Tonight she was especially bored, and had hoped some attempts at whittling would help. They hadn’t.
“Well, Felonca, you need a new stick,” she muttered to herself, and carefully she looked about the camp, hoping to find a stick outside of the pile reserved for the fire. Growling in dissatisfaction when she didn’t find any, she looked up over the blaze towards Nayu’s bag, hoping one would be there.
Instead, she froze.
Momentarily, in the gloom, she saw something. Something tall, human-shaped. She squinted, but the light of the fire blocked her view.
Nixu? she thought, eyes frowning as she reached for her warfans and clambered around the fire. Without its orange fingers blinding her view, she could now make it out clearly. Not one, but two figures, human-looking, were edging their way closer to the camp, carefully, from the side.
Not Nixu... then who?
“Who goes there?” she called, her challenge meant to wake her companions as well. She heard a few growls and grumbles from immediately beside her, but no noise came from the two strangers, save one turned and looked right at her.
More undead? she thought, warily edging closer, her nose sniffing the air for any scent. Indeed, she found one, but it was not the dank, rotten smell of death, or the bodily smell of a humanoid. Instead, she smelled something like wild mushrooms, powerful and pungent.
“Thirty feet out ahead of me, human shaped” Felonca whispered, “and I’m getting the smell of... mushrooms,” she added warily. She heard Nayu give a grunt of surprise at her statement, above the soft clings and clangs of Chou donning his armor.
“Mushrooms? Are you sure you didn’t eat too many mushrooms?” she heard Chou grumble.
“I’ve heard of dangerous molds before,” Nayu said, standing beside her half-dressed, “but none in the shape of a human before. Strange.”
“Well,” Felonca replied, suddenly reaching into her quiver for an arrow, “I’d like to make sure they’re human. I’m thinking its an undead trick. Fetch me a bit of cloth, we’re going to check them out.”
Nayu did as requested, and momentarily a small dart of flame landed directly at the feet of the closest. In the dim light the burning cloth provided, seemingly normal, bare human feet were visible, causing Nayu and Felonca more confusion. As they watched, both creatures continued to shuffle forward, and quickly were within thirty feet.
That’s when Felonca saw their eyes. Bright, piercing blue, a sickly, unreal blue, glowing in the night. Moments later, she had to resist the urge to sneeze violently, as her nose was assaulted by a new smell... not just mushrooms, but the overpowering, debilitating stench of mold. Just within the orange glow of the firelight, she could see the two gaunt figures of men, their skin pasty and emaciated. Most alarming were the numerous tears, rips, and holes that besot their skin. From these numerous sores fluffed large clumps of a yellowish colored substance that looked like mold.
She heard words forming on Nayu’s mouth, but she couldn’t see any magical flashes or lights play from his hands onto the beasts. Instead, she heard another grunt of confusion.
“They’re not undead, at least,” Nayu grunted, and she heard more magic coming to his lips.
“Don’t come any closer!” she called, deciding to be more direct, her bow once again drawn, an arrow notched. As soon as one of the creatures stepped forward again, an arrow flew.
An all hell broke loose.
One of the two creatures charged, a strange, incoherent roar within its lips. Felonca coolly tossed her bow back, and snatched out her warfans, the lessons from the Academy flowing through her muscles with ease. A series of loud clanks revealed Chou right beside her, as she didn’t need to turn to know Liu was on her opposite side.
“You take the close one!” she heard Nayu call, just before a long, powerful tongue of flame leapt from his hand, scorching the furthest of the two beasts (
scorching ray).
As for the other creature, it found a greeting that likely it would have preferred to forego, as Chou’s blade, Felonca’s warfans, and Liu’s fists slashed, cut, and pummeled it, cutting off one hand, breaking its shoulder, and slashing apart its face.
None, however, realized that this is merely what the creature wanted.
The noise was simple. Nothing fancy, nothing showy. It was a mere
puff, far quieter than the roar of the burning prefect. The results, however, were no less deadly, for with this noise, the stomach of the creature broke open, and suddenly Chou, Felonca, and Liu found yellowish mold flying into their faces, their eyes, their noses, down their throats.
Somehow, Liu managed to hold his breath, his fists still swinging, pummeling the creature. But both Chou and Felonca gasped in surprise... the worst thing possible, as thousands and thousands of the tiny spores were sucked deep into their lungs.
Felonca felt an immediate burning in her lungs, and doubled over, vicious, hacking coughs wracking her body. Beside her, Chou clutched the ground, spitting up globs of yellow spittle as his larger form was also wracked by the painful coughs.
What’s happened to me? Felonca thought, before her mind, despite the pain, realized that as long as she and Chou were down coughing, Liu and Nayu were facing two of the creatures alone.
Dammit, Felonca! she mentally snarled, forcing herself up after a few seconds. Her lungs felt as if they were scorched, and coughs still rumbled through her form, deep and hoarse. Nonetheless, she threw herself forward, slashing once again at the nearest beast.
What the hell was that? Nayu growled, his fingers now outstretched to the beast that had knocked down Felonca and Chou. With a word of power and a sharp crackle, flames once again leapt from his hand to the beast’s chest. The smell of burning vegetables filled the air, as smoke blotted out the creature’s chest. However, when it momentarily lifted, Nayu could see more mold oozing out of the burn holes covering the creature’s chest.
“Felonca! What are you...” he started to shout before Felonca, still hacking and coughing furiously, was back into combat, leaping and twisting, her warfans once again in the midst of a deadly dance. Only seconds behind her, Chou jumped in as well, the coughs that had wracked his body decreasing as he swung his blade in great, powerful arcs.
That girl... I could have accidentally burned her! Nayu fumed for a second, as his fingers flashed back to the creature still standing aloof, burning it yet again. A second later, he hears a
squish, sounding much like when he’d squished his mother’s rotten tomatoes as a child. A quick look to the first fight revealed the creature tumbling to the ground, its head crushed by Chou’s blade.
Nayu felt the magic already draining from him.
This new spell is taxing me, he thought, trying to focus his mind. He felt magic upwelling in his hand, until into his view flashed a furiously coughing Felonca and a normal appearing Chou. Nayu moved his hand back, and the blast of fiery power flew awry.
“Felonca,” he growled, reminding himself to let her know about, ‘magical friendly fire,’ if he got the chance. He closed his eyes, and decided next to launch a smaller, simple brace of
magic missiles, to avoid the friendly fire issue altogether.
As he was yet concentrating for his next blast, long unmoving, suddenly leapt forward grabbing Felonca and thrust her towards the ground. Another
puff echoed just barely above the din of battle, quickly followed by Felonca’s coughing increasing in volume and power.
FELONCA! Nayu panicked, his brace of missiles flying earlier than he planned but slamming the creature square in the back. As the creature and Felonca wrestled on the ground, Chou swung his blade down... and suddenly Felonca’s coughs were coupled with a sharp scream as his sword cut open her shoulder, blood now coating the grass.
Undeterred, Chou swung again, and once again there was a
squish as his blade crushed in the creature’s head. Within seconds, he was tossing the beast off of her, as Nayu dashed forward.
It was an hour later, and still Nayu heard the deep, throaty cough coming from Felonca, as well as the hushed, worried murmurings coming from Master Liu. Angrily, the young man kicked a pebble into the smoldering fire, and resumed his pacing.
What WERE those things? Other than Chou’s accidental cut, Felonca wasn’t hurt... except for this coughing. What was that yellow mold stuff? Liu should’ve been able to get it out of her system...
Nervous, Nayu glanced towards Chou, only to be greeted by the warrior’s nervous eyes.
Chou is fine... and he inhaled the same stuff! Why isn’t she fine! Worries filled Nayu’s head, building into a crescendo that he couldn’t ignore. Finally, he spun around and marched over to beside the monk.
“Listen... listen to me, Felonca,” the monk was saying quietly, his voice full of concern. One of his hands held her head, pointing her mouth downwards. “What does your chest feel like again?”
“B...*hack* b... *cough* burning!” she sputtered out, pain etched onto her face. Nayu watched in alarm as one of her hands clutched at her chest, the other balled into a fist at her side. Worried, he took her balled hand into his own.
Of the people here, I’ve known you the longest... what... four weeks? You helped save my village! I’m... I’m lost and scared... please be okay! Nayu prayed to himself, as her coughing fit continued to rise in volume, until she finally went into a long spasm. When the paroxysm was finished, her breathing slowed. Every now and then, a hacking cough emerged.
Good... maybe she coughed up whatever it was, Nayu thought hopefully, looking at her, only to have his heart break again. Tears were streaming down her face, the hand that was on her chest now covering her mouth as she softly coughed again.
Then Nayu heard Liu give a grunt.
“What is it?” Nayu asked softly as the monk bent down and picked up something from the ground in front of Felonca. Liu held the item up, and slowly brought it closer to the firelight, his grunts changing from surprise to concern.
“Yellow mold,” the monk finally said grimly.
“Mold? Well, she coughed it up, didn’t she?” Nayu asked hopefully, his mind ignoring the soft croaks of Felonca behind him. “And beside, my parents had mold in their house. Ugly, but not that bad. Right?”
The monk stared in the flames in response.
“Right?” Nayu repeated, worry back in his voice. Liu gave a cough of his own, and when he turned to face the young man, Nayu could see a deep worry, and bottomless sorrow in his eyes.
“Felonca, please... come here. I must tell you something,” the monk said grimly. His dark, hopeless tone knocked the last bit of wishful thinking from Nayu’s mind.
Something horrible happened to her... oh no...
Gingerly, Felonca stumbled to where they sat, and almost collapsed, her body worn tired from the paroxysms. Her eyes, however, were still bright and alert, and filled with worry and fright.
“Felonca... you’ve inhaled a large amount of yellow mold... a mold that is extremely virulent, and extremely deadly. I’m... I’m...” the monk stopped speaking, his voice breaking apart for a second.
Nayu looked quickly between the monk and his friend, fear rising in his own heart. With the finality of a funeral bell, Liu turned back to Felonca, clearing his throat.
“It is... fatal, and I’m afraid there is nothing I can do.” The monk’s soft voice faded into nothing.
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Ok, the rabbit bit was thrown into the game by me to deal with my overly paranoid players. I like tossing in occassional, random spot and listen checks as well, to keep them on their toes.
The creatures the players met in this section are called dusanu, found in the Creature Catalogues here on EN World. Part of me was a rat bastard, as I know the way my players play and I knew one of them would charge the creatures and get hit by this surprise...
Don't worry, as soon as I get time, I'll post more of the adventure later on.
And yes, I’m a rat bastard.