Wild:45 The Purebloods Are Calling Us Freaks?

The Village

Fuelwen: The villagers were stunned by our appearance. Even so, they were good and gracious hosts. When Tsk'Tsk and I learned that they were planning a feast, we felt obliged to contribute; we returned to the scorpion we killed and butchered it. We couldn't recover all of the meat, but I spread the offal about the ocean. Let the little ones feast as well.

Interestingly, they all speak a shared language that we do not. My instincts tell me that this is Common. Common survived here, but was wiped out when the stars changed elsewhere. How different is this great island from the ones that we know?

The Feast

Fuelwen: The village elder is, well, old. His mind is dulled with age, but his wisdom is obvious. I enjoyed Tsk'Tsk learning his place- the elder cowed him with a simple glare when Tsk'Tsk challenged his strength. I would have fared no better under that glare, but I was wise enough not to earn it. If there is one thing I have learned since leaving Algol-Nun- no matter how strong you are, there is always something that is significantly stronger. It isn't enough to fight, but to know when and how to fight to your own best advantage.

The elder offered his knowledge. He pointed out a constellation called the Maw, which looms near the Great Whale. Most interesting- I've been thinking in terms of direct action, but I wonder if there might not be a narrative approach to solving this problem. Sympathetic magic is powerful- if there were some way to tie the stellar narrative to one here on the Wilding… well, I'll think more on this.

The Fight

Fuelwen: During the night, marauding Devils set upon the village. Through surprise and sheer numbers, they nearly overwhelmed us- nearly. We triumphed in the end. The next day, we hunted down one of the other groups. A pit fiend was responsible for bringing them here, but we gave him a wide berth.

Exploring

Fuelwen: The next day, we set out inland. We escorted the elder to his Elven retreat. An entire tree full of old and weak squeakies… it's almost enough to make me hungry. Still, as established earlier, "weak" is a very relative term…. Our next stop is the local county seat, where we hope to learn more about this bizarre land.