The afternoon was growing late, the sun set and the land drained of color, painted now in shades of grey as dusk settled. And so it was that [Character] had almost passed what he had taken in the gathering dark to be an upthrust boulder, when there came from it a grunt that might have been warning or greeting. And of a sudden, the boulder’s contours and crooks seemed transformed from rock to flesh. Where before there had been but a notch in the stone there was now a nose, where there was a gash, a face. So that, staring, he saw now a strange squat shape of a man, gnarled as knotted, with the hairs upon his chin and chest as dry moss. Short-legged and fat-armed, thick and lumpen, he was clad only in grass about his waist, which [Character] had taken as growing from the ground, so still had the had been sat. And in truth, only his eyes seemed truly alive, black and piercing. “Come no further,” the figure spoke, voice deep and guttural and halting. “This Wild Men land. This Malan-buri- Malan land.”
NPC Encounter
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Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
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SAY (one word) | ? | ? | ? |
ATTACK Malan-buri-Malan | ? | ? | ? |
Offer a gift of FOOD | ? | ? | ? |
FLEE | ? | ? | ? |
Offer a gift of FIVE Thousand gold | ? | ? | ? |
Seek to RECRUIT Malan-buri-Malan to his cause | ? | ? | ? |