conversations: human
conversations:  The sun rises over the mountains as the prehistoric realm of Neandora stirs with life. Smoke rises up from a clearing in the forest and a village lies in ruin. The village belonged to the once great wolf tribe, but after a sudden climate shift, an unknown disease, and an attack by vicious animals, the events occuring one after another scattered the tribe, destroying the village. Amongst the rubble several figures stir, they are the survivors of this disaster.
  
  In the distance the roar of a mighty beast echoes through the forest, a warning that they are still not safe.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  "We must gather ourselves"  The shaman says "go to forest and hide.  No ready for more battle.  If we die, tribe dies."
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Tribe all we got, shaman make sense," storyteller gathers belongings "we go."
conversations: Mythestopheles:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poy tears himself away from the grave of his wife and son. The sound of the creatures roar shakes him from his dark thoughts. "There's nothing more for me here. Let's go."
  
  ((Knowledge Nature, to see if Poy can identify the animal in the jungle from the roar.  (1d20+5)[ 10 ] ))
conversations: Thatguyoverther:
conversations: human
conversations:  U'Rai started, gasping for breath as she stood up from the Hunter's crouch she'd put herself in. She twisted the wolf-bone ring on her hand, a nervous habit, and hefted her spear, heading in a wide circle back to the village(or what was left of it).
  
  She spotted Poy, but she said nothing. It was not a Man's place to comfort in grief more than the thudding Thump she gave the man's back.
  
  She settled down to a crouch setting the spear in front of her at the ready and watching the survivors.
  
  "U'Rai hunt for tribe, no go hungry, at least"She said helpfully. So at least the survivors would not starve.
conversations: Snacs:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poy nods at U'rai's gesture. He could grave latter, after he dad but many sharp pointy objects into whatever was responsible for the clan's decimation.
  
  "Hurry." He nods in the direction of the roar. "Tyrant King."
conversations: Thatguyoverther:
conversations: human
conversations:  Drust considers the threat for a moment, wondering if he's worthy to face it. Then he decides a tyrant king is too great, especially with no one behind him.
  "Where go? Just away from it?" He points directly away from where the roar is coming from.
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  The roar sounds again, it's considerably closer. The smoke from the burned huts and smell of the dead is probably attracting it. The ground vibrates a bit every few seconds from its footsteps. The group must decide what to do quickly.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  "It be getting nearer!" Jak grabs his necklace putting it around his neck, "it be sounding really close, we should run away from it quick!" Jak grabs his horn and waits for everyone else's decision.
conversations: Mythestopheles:
conversations: human
conversations:  Chokta grabs U'Rai by her shirt.  "You only woman.  Too important.  Come with me." and leads her into the woods.
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poy doesn't wait for the consensus of the rest of the group. He begins fleeing further into the forest and away from the camp.
conversations: Thatguyoverther:
conversations: human
conversations:  "We can't fight Tyrant King, not fairly! Run!" Drust follows Chokta and U'Rai.
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jak follows the group, running away.
conversations: Mythestopheles:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Jak brins up the rear and leavs the clearing, at the oposite end a Tyrant kind pushes through the trees and scavanges the ruins of the campsite. It lets out another roar, unaware of the prey that had just slipped away.
  
  The five of you run through the forest in a loose group for some time before coming to a shallow river. There are large fish swimming against the current towards the small waterfalls further upstream. The realization of what has happened weighs heavilly upon you all.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  As they approach the shallow river U'Rai turned and gave Chokta a rough shove with the palm of her hand, expression furious.
  
  "I not woman. not woman since Elder make me Hunter" She stamps the bottom of her spear against the ground roughly, as angry as any  male  Hunter would be if there manhood had been questioned.
  
  She glared at Chokta for a moment longer, then huffed and spun, crouching over the river, crouching down and burying the fried at the loss of the tribe by catching fish for their dinner, her sharpened spear stabbing into the water time and again.
conversations: Snacs:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fine!  You only man who can make baby.  Still important.
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  U'Rai is able to spear 7 large fish, breaking their skulls to kill thema nd then setting them on the rocks.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poy begins gathering firewood. "We should smoke the extra. For later."
conversations: Thatguyoverther:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Good wisdom.  Then we rest and make choices in the morning.  Were to go, what to do?"
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Is obvious. We find who cursed us. We kill them." Drust swings his axe into a tree, just to emphasise 'kill them', then recalls it makes a great woodcutting tool as it cuts into the wood.
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  Jak walks around the campsite, doing small tasks to prepare for the night. "We are few, we must live, clan's story must not go away." he looks down, "why we cursed? Who curse us?". Jak picks up his horn giving it a loud blast. "now we focus on living", find destroyer of tribe after we are safe.
conversations: Mythestopheles:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poy cringes at the sound of the horn, and nervously looks over his shoulder to make sure it hasn't attracted unwanted attention.
  
  "Do you have a place to start? Oh fearless leader." Poy stares at the chief intently, and does his best not to grind his teeth. This was his fault, a good leader would have put an end to the curse before it killed the tribe. Before it took his wife and son.
conversations: Thatguyoverther:
conversations: human
conversations:  A small pair of bipedal creatures dart from behind the tree that Drust hacked into with his axe. They make chirping noise at him, their tails straight backa nd head low. They each stand less than 2 feet tall and have green and tan "leafy" patterns on their body. They have needle-like teeth inside their snout-shaped mouths and their large eyes are a bit more forward, indicating them as predators of a sort. They hiss and chirp angrilly at Drust.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  For a second U'rai simply glares at Chokta and stamps her foot impatiently.
  
  "mmph! Say again and I make  you  woman!"She says and growls, making sure he got the smallest fish, biting grimly into the other. She keeps her spear in her free hand, spending the time the others set up camp de-boning the fish and cooking them.
  
  At the chirping sound she stiffens and slips into a hunter's crouch instinctively.
  
  "No get close. Sharp teeth"She bares her own blunter white ones at Drust to make her point and moves to stand beside him, spear hefted to stab should they draw closer to bite, giving a loud "Ra!" and scuffing at the ground with her feet to draw their attention from the bigger Man, starting to circle to flank them with Drust..
conversations: Snacs:
conversations: human
conversations:  Chokta looks at the creatures and tries to identify them.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  knowledge nature  (1d20+7)[ 19 ] 
   
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  Drust grins stupidly as he watches U'Rai threaten to unman the shaman, then hears the chirping and realises what to do. He hefts his axe, takes a good look at where he has to swing, and hopes no one notices the swelling between his legs. Especially not U'rai herself, as she turns to flank the enemy.
conversations: Omegonthesane:
conversations: human
conversations:  The two creatures huddle close, chittering as they split their attention between Drust and U'rai. One lets out a loud chirping sound, the other joining it.
conversations: Croverus:
conversations: human
conversations:  I'm going to try and calm them down.  "Easy there.  We friends, no hurt you."
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Handle animal (1d20+6)[ 18 ] 
   
conversations: Killsauce:
conversations: human
conversations:  The two seem to become less threatening, chittering in a more curious tone. They remain cautious but do seem to take a step closer to Chokta.
conversations: Croverus: