Nukoa maneuvered through the crowd in the marketplace. As an Iron Agori, he didn’t like being around others. But he needed to traverse deep into the Great Jungle, and he needed an Agori native to the forest to help him.
Soon enough, he came across a merchant who matched all descriptions Nukoa had found. He was tall for an Agori, although he was hunched on his forearms, like most Jungle Tribe members. His eyes and face were blue, clear through his helmet featuring snake-like decorations.
“You there! Agori of Jungle,” Nukoa called. The emerald-armored figure’s head popped up.
“Hello,” he said kindly.
Nukoa turned and walked in front of him, to get a look at his face. “Are you Takkai?”
The green Agori smiled. “Yes. How may I help you?” he said.
“I need a guide through Bota Magna,” Nukoa said, getting straight to the point.
“Where to, exactly?” Takkai asked.
“The Magna Terah,” Nukoa said. The name he had uttered was archaic Agori for “Great Death.”
“Why in the name of the Great Beings would you want to go there?” Takkai said, taken aback by such a request. “Nobody has been to the Magna Terah in centuries, and no party who tried searching for it has ever returned.”
“I have a map,” Nukoa said slyly, holding up an aged yet readable sheet of paper; dated centuries before the Great Beings’ first creation.
Takkai looked at the map for a second before handing it back. “That dialect is older than the paper it’s written on!” Takkai said. “If there’s a translator who can read it, I sure as sunlight don’t know him.”
“Or her?” a third voice said, female.
Both turned and saw a slim, female Fire Agori. “Who are you?” Takkai asked. Nukoa had found that he suddenly became too nervous to inquire on the newcomer’s identity.
“Kiquis, Fire Tribe translator extraordinaire!” the girl proclaimed. “Now let me see that map.”
Nukoa nervously handed the Fire Agori the map. She read it over, and smiled.
“I can read this perfectly,” Kiquis claimed.
“You can?” Nukoa said, awed. “Where is it?”
Kiquis started point to the map and tracing her finger. “Just past Lein’s Drift,” Kiquis said.
“Will you join Takkai and me in finding the cave? We’ll split you one-third of the treasure,” Nukoa said. If he realized Takkai had not yet actually agreed, he did not indicate it.
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to go on a wild rock steed chase with all the issues arising now,” Kiquis said.
Nukoa decided more of his persuasive side was needed. “Come on. It’ll be… fun.”
After a long moment, Kiquis said, “All right. Where do we meet?”
“The foot of Bota Magna, tomorrow morning,” Nukoa replied.
The next day, Takkai was the first to arrive, living just outside the area. For some reason, a warrior of his tribe was also standing there, blade shield in hand.
A short while later, Kiquis and Nukoa arrived. Kiquis was in a cheerful mood, but Nukoa seemed nervous. Also arriving was a slim, white-armored warrior, feminine and sly, and an Iron Tribe warrior.
“Welcome, my party,” Nukoa said. “My two Agori comrades, the green fighter here is Trigja, a Jungle Tribe fighter who can be both a navigator and defender. The woman in white is Verdana, of the Ice Tribe. And the oh-so-talkative Iron Tribesman is my good friend Telluris.”
Then, the six stepped through the gates of Bota Magna and began their quest. Not all of them would return.
Edited by Master Inika, Dec 21 2011 - 05:06 PM.