Wild:46 It's Called A River
The Wilderness
Fuelwen: We left the village with the elder in tow, and carted him overland to the elven retirement home. Full of old, frail squeakies, we left as quickly as we arrived.
It's worth noting, however, that as we explored, I studied the lay of the land. This giant continent is much like the wilding, in that distinct climate zones exist around geographic centers. There's no wilding effect, but it is very much like many islands had been rammed together to make this large island.
The "City"
Fuelwen: The city was small- a large town, really. The local authorities were concerned about us, but we passed into it without any real problems. The local police seem cowardly, but harmless. I took some time to explore the local library- a library that has more than one copy of many of their texts! What good could that possibly be? It seems to be a waste of shelf-space. They don't even have any full-time scribes. It's bizarre.
While there, I acquired copies of some text in common, as well as local star charts. I want to compare them with what we see in the Wilding.
Sidequests!
Fuelwen: Speaking of cowardly, we were enlisted by the local authorities to track down a missing child. Thinking there might be some sport in it, we went along. Sure enough, there was some- it had been trampled by a herd of ankylosaurs.
We tracked these ankylosaurs back to their field. The large wolf acting as a sheepdog led us back to their owner- a sand giant cleric. We discussed events, and felt that we had discharged our duty- there was little reason to make this contentious.
Well, there wasn't until the local authorities requested that we "deal" with the giant, like it was some monster to be slaughtered. Of course, they hadn't the teeth to do it themselves, so they cried to us. Instead, I offered to present the giant with a tax bill. If it resisted, then we'd deal with it, but if it paid- then it was a citizen and guaranteed the same protections.
We trooped back, presented the bill, negotiated with the giant, and it agreed to pay. Problem solved, as far as I'm concerned. I do need to explain to Tsk'Tsk the value of taxes in maintaining a society.
Splat: Okay, so, I was really bored, right? And then these polar bears show up and we were all, "Whoa, we're gonna have to fight polar bears," but then it was all, "No, we're from the icicle. Hey, where's all our friends that went with you?" And Deenar was, "Well, they left, and stuff." "Really?" "Yeah." "Really?" "Yeah." "Because, like, we were hoping to see them." "Hey, it's totally dangerous and stuff, so they totally got dangered out."
Okay, so anyway, the bears were all, "Ack, the ninjas are killing us!" so Deenar said, "Hey, we could maybe help, let me check." And we did, and we could, and then I was all "PEW PEW PEW" on the boats and they burn real nice, so it was totally awesome, but then the short hairy guys were, "Wait, no, we totally want a bunch of snow to make snowmen with, and we can totally pay you to help us because it'll piss off the ninjas", but we went PEW PEW and ran away and then we had to fight hairy short guys and Fan, and then I was PEW PEW PEWing all over the place but then, it was all, "Wait, why fight them both? They can fight each other!" and I didn't PEW PEW for awhile. But then I did, and it was awesome.
