Swamp Dragon Teeth - RPLOG
Participants
Date
23/10/479
Log
"It is ungodly, ungodly, I tell you!" Amar Widestripe gripes, sitting on a folding, canvas chair that would be a hammock for most beings, "The heat is one thing, nothing like an honest bit of sun, but this place is like a badly kept sauna! And the smell! You tell me that people actually LIVE in this gods forsaken swamp?"
Amar's man, Gavin stands sheepishly by Amar's side, holding a large umbrella and fanning his obese employer without comment on the commentary. This is the time on the notcie and someone is bound to show soon.
Shira is the first to arrive, the small being makes sure to stay on the secure path and stay away from anything that she could sink into. She is wearing her usual gear with its leather leggings and bracers and the metal chest plate over a normal blouse. The rodent waves at the feline as she gets close enough. "So what can I kill for you today?"
A small figure garbed in a fairly simple black robe with a robe belt makes his way carefully towards the two already there. "Hello?" He calls to the two as he moves silently along the ground. Once he's close enough it's clear to Amar who it is, as the Cyan glow makes him stand out like a sore thumb. "Greetings, Amar!" He removes his hood to face the fat tiger. His eyes move over to the right to face the other small clan member "Ah! Hello there. I don't think we've met. I am Kastovin."
"Straight to the point!" Amar says, leaning forward, accompanied by a rather alarming groan from his chair, "I like that, I like that very much." He looks from Shira to Kastovin, then to the swamp boardwalk, as if hoping to see someone else there. "I don't mean to belittle you," he says, then smirks a little at his own pun, "But aren't you two a bit. . . on the diminuitive side for this sort of undertaking? I DO believe I posted that there would be wild beasts to deal with?"
The mouse rolls her eyes. "Do I need to remind you that I took out that huge golem for you on my own? And, as you know, I am freshly armed with new arcane knowledge." She eyes Kastovin up and down for a moment. "Shira. And no. I do not think so either." She crosses her arms and stares off into the swamp. "You have not told us what exactly we will be fighting though, Amar."
Kastovin huffs at the fat cat "Come now, we can't help you if you think we are too small for the job!" He patters up to the large cat and taps his leg reassuringly. "We can do this!" He looks over to his new friend and smiles. "Now, what are we hunting and how bad is it?"
"As you like, as you like," Amar says easing back into his chair. "I have a client who is convinced of the health benefits of Salttide Swamp Dragon teeth," he says, "I can't say I trust in his medical knowledge, but I am happy to take his coin. I cannot, however procure said teeth on my own, since the swamp is know for swallowing its dead quickly. I understand that there is a nest not too far from here." The purple feline points out into the swamp.
Shira squints. "Salttide Swamp Dragon? What is that supposed to be? Never heard of it." She shrugs and focuses for a short moment, starting to hovers just above the ground, thanks to some simple air magic, preventing her from sinking into the swamp, into which she is already slowly heading, just waiting to hear if there is any answer from Amar, before she picks up the pace.
Kastovin has taken out a small water skin and had started to drink from it when Amar said Salttide Swamp Dragon teeth, this causes him to choke a little bit "Salttide Swamp Dragon Teeth?! Those things I use to add to my poison to make it stronger! I am not sure this is wise, Amar?" He pats his chest, trying to clear his lungs of the water. "But hey, I said I'd help and I follow though on what I say."
"They are usually rather timid," Amar says, "Unlessed roused. So there is not much talk about them. Best of luck." The fat tiger waves and accepts a chilled drink from Gavin.
The swamp is quiet, aside from the buzzing of the bugs and the occasional slurp of something moving under the surface of the swamp. Up ahead, a grove of mangrove trees grows in a huge knot, the size of a house.
Shira moves rather quickly, walking on the layer of air between her boots and the swamp, but stays close to the ground and does not take off to fly, simply heading into the direction the feline merchant had pointed out, eying the area ahead.
Kastovin follows at the same pace as Shira, using his keen eyes to watch out for anything that may think them as easy snacks. Once they come across the huge knot, he pauses and looks at Amar and says "I think we found what we were looking for..."
Amar is well out of earshot by this point, but Kastovin could be right. There does not seem to be a ready entrance to the onot of mangroves. It looks like a likely nest, though.
Shira shrugs. "Maybe." The mouse quickly approaches the cluster of trees and starts to circle it, looking for an entrance. She draws her foil, which might as well be a dagger for a regular sized being, and keeps it pointed at the cluster as she does her round, in case one of the creatures suspected to be inside jumps out.
Kastovin walks up to Shira and says quietly "I can fly up to see if I can find anything, if you think that would work." The cat walks up to a tree and gently taps at it, listening for anything.
They are living trees, somehow grown together. There could be an entrance at the top, but with the nature of mangroves, the way in is probably under the water in the roots of the trees.
Shira finishes her round and groans. "You can try that, I suppose. I will check if there is a way in from below." With that, the mouse draws upon the air layer she was standing on and makes it enclose herself fully as a bubble, sinking into the swampy water as she starts doing another round around the growth, this time under water.
Kastovin nods and start to float up into the air to get a good look around, seeing the area open from there. He starts to lower himself gently down to the hole, trying to get an idea what's resting inside.
The little mouse manages to keep a bubble around her head, but the rest of her is submerged in the muddy water of the swamp. In the murk, there seems to be a wide hole leading upward into the middle of the clump of mangroves.
Kastovin, on the other hand, finds a rather small, cluttered, winding hole at the top of the clump, maybe big enough for him to squeeze through.
Shira rolls her eyes at the botched air spell, cursing herself for not using the proper soul gem. She sighs in her little head bubble and swims towards and through the hole that she has discovered.
Kastovin stands by the edge of the hole and pokes his head in, seeing he can fit. He starts to worm his way down the hole, using the light from his eyes to see. "I hate tight spaces..." He grumbles as he makes his way though.
Both Shira and Kastovin make their way into the hidden nest in the middle of the mangrove grove, Shira dripping from the main entrance, and Kastovin dangling high above the hollow center. Dust and a few buzzing flies float in the dim twilight over the shallow water within, a few loose logs float in the tepid water.
