Our "Heroes"
Ne'vets Aharo - an exotic animal broker, both legal and otherwise
Evus - Twi'lek former mercenary, Ne'vets' armed muscle with a tendency to shoot first.
Tarrie - Human pilot for the upcoming mission. "Mother" to two baby reptiles, Tarr and Aye.
Frokazza -Wookie co-pilot, mechanic, and unarmed muscle. Very distrustful.
After discovering a beach on the underground lake, and letting the baby lopers frolic in the water, the group decided to search for a different path to find a way around the lake, only to discover a second beach, with a lone Ul-Mor, with a pasty white growth on his face and tentacles.
The Ul-Mor was completely unsettled by the group's arrival.
"What is going on? Are you banished too?"
"I was once called Brom the Banished."
''I was once a powerful Ul-Mor, who stole many things from our enemies and divided these things many ways. My fellows envied me, and, indeed, I believed they had reason to do so. I had been chosen as the tribe's next leader, and this made me feel as though no risk were too great for me to take. But, alas, the One will not tolerate such foolishness. "I was riding herd on a large flock of kwidges when a burrower snake startled them, and they stampeded. Many of the kwidges ran under my loper; alas, I was not quick enough to control the noble beast. Left solely to his own direction, my loper panicked and ran into the tribe's egg cache, destroying several of our young. The elders immediately banished me, forever denying me the rights of an Ul-Mor. ''Since that time I have wandered these caverns, where I have learned the secret of joining the One without the cold sleep' Perhaps the One has sent you to me, so that I may redeem myself by showing you his secret."
Tarrie attempted to analyze the white pasty substances around Brom's face and tentacles, but was met by a disturbed Brom staring at and articulating his covered tentacles. "This is me, yet it is not part of me. I shall live forever."
GM Notes: Say no to drugs, kids.
Despite Brom's delusional ramblings, and an insistence that they should visit the island in middle of the lake, the group was more than happy to accept his help getting fungus rafts together to get across the lake.
As a form of payment for his services, the group was happy to drop Brom off at the island. The island was largely a collection of the white pasty substance covering everything, including rocks, other fungus, and even a few outlines that looked animal-like. Brom jumped off the raft and wished them well.
They landed on the beach and were met by a series of beeps and boops. They seemed quite familiar to Tarrie, so familiar, that they went back.... back to a **FLASHBACK**
Within the days underground, everyone had forgotten their encounter with a small droid, just after the cave-in. The droid was attempting to communicate with the group and clean up the tremendous amount of dust in the chamber. Tarrie had thrown rocks at it and it quickly dashed away.
And now that droid, or a similar looking one, was on this side of the lake.
Sneaking over to the noises, they could spy the little droid cleaning a complicated cavern of stalagmites and stalactites.
A quick Tangler grenade trapped the droid, but during Frokazza and Evus' attempts to analyze it, it exploded in a little fire and great arc of sparks. No one was injured, and a few stepped back in surprise, but the baby Lopers ran away in fear.
The party chased the baby Lopers and found themselves.... waking up off the floor of a new cavern. Everyone was fully refreshed, and the baby Loopers were with them. A single set of footprints left the chamber and it led them back towards the room with the now-fried cleaning droid.
Wandering through some more caves finally found some signs of civilzation. A chamber had rows of folding military tables, a lone cot, and a few boxes. Ne'vets was quite surprised that some of the labeling directed them back to the long-defunct Trade Federation.
Just beyond the reach of the lanterns, the others could barely make out the silhouette or some grey cloaked individual. Before anyone could react two red lightsaber blades lit up in front of them.
Finding another exit out of this cavern, it was decided to wait a bit before following. The ensuing passageway was small than the rest of the caverns, and had no diverging paths. After a few hours, everyone could feel the hot wind of the outside, and they emerged from a cliff-face inside a desert canyon.
Ne'vets Aharo - an exotic animal broker, both legal and otherwise
Evus - Twi'lek former mercenary, Ne'vets' armed muscle with a tendency to shoot first.
Tarrie - Human pilot for the upcoming mission. "Mother" to two baby reptiles, Tarr and Aye.
Frokazza -Wookie co-pilot, mechanic, and unarmed muscle. Very distrustful.
Underground Contacts!
Lost in a series of underground tunnels
Within a moon of Dathomir
The party under the employ of
one Ne'vets Ahraro have discovered
a number of exotic animals, as well
as a lone member of the Ul-Mor tribe
adjacent to an underground lake.
Is this individual friend or foe,
and does he have more "friends."
Lost in a series of underground tunnels
Within a moon of Dathomir
The party under the employ of
one Ne'vets Ahraro have discovered
a number of exotic animals, as well
as a lone member of the Ul-Mor tribe
adjacent to an underground lake.
Is this individual friend or foe,
and does he have more "friends."
After discovering a beach on the underground lake, and letting the baby lopers frolic in the water, the group decided to search for a different path to find a way around the lake, only to discover a second beach, with a lone Ul-Mor, with a pasty white growth on his face and tentacles.
The Ul-Mor was completely unsettled by the group's arrival.
"I was once called Brom the Banished."
''I was once a powerful Ul-Mor, who stole many things from our enemies and divided these things many ways. My fellows envied me, and, indeed, I believed they had reason to do so. I had been chosen as the tribe's next leader, and this made me feel as though no risk were too great for me to take. But, alas, the One will not tolerate such foolishness. "I was riding herd on a large flock of kwidges when a burrower snake startled them, and they stampeded. Many of the kwidges ran under my loper; alas, I was not quick enough to control the noble beast. Left solely to his own direction, my loper panicked and ran into the tribe's egg cache, destroying several of our young. The elders immediately banished me, forever denying me the rights of an Ul-Mor. ''Since that time I have wandered these caverns, where I have learned the secret of joining the One without the cold sleep' Perhaps the One has sent you to me, so that I may redeem myself by showing you his secret."
Tarrie attempted to analyze the white pasty substances around Brom's face and tentacles, but was met by a disturbed Brom staring at and articulating his covered tentacles. "This is me, yet it is not part of me. I shall live forever."
GM Notes: Say no to drugs, kids.
Despite Brom's delusional ramblings, and an insistence that they should visit the island in middle of the lake, the group was more than happy to accept his help getting fungus rafts together to get across the lake.
As a form of payment for his services, the group was happy to drop Brom off at the island. The island was largely a collection of the white pasty substance covering everything, including rocks, other fungus, and even a few outlines that looked animal-like. Brom jumped off the raft and wished them well.
They landed on the beach and were met by a series of beeps and boops. They seemed quite familiar to Tarrie, so familiar, that they went back.... back to a **FLASHBACK**
Within the days underground, everyone had forgotten their encounter with a small droid, just after the cave-in. The droid was attempting to communicate with the group and clean up the tremendous amount of dust in the chamber. Tarrie had thrown rocks at it and it quickly dashed away.
And now that droid, or a similar looking one, was on this side of the lake.
Sneaking over to the noises, they could spy the little droid cleaning a complicated cavern of stalagmites and stalactites.
The party chased the baby Lopers and found themselves.... waking up off the floor of a new cavern. Everyone was fully refreshed, and the baby Loopers were with them. A single set of footprints left the chamber and it led them back towards the room with the now-fried cleaning droid.
Wandering through some more caves finally found some signs of civilzation. A chamber had rows of folding military tables, a lone cot, and a few boxes. Ne'vets was quite surprised that some of the labeling directed them back to the long-defunct Trade Federation.
Just beyond the reach of the lanterns, the others could barely make out the silhouette or some grey cloaked individual. Before anyone could react two red lightsaber blades lit up in front of them.
Evus immediately shot at the figure, but they were deflected by the lightsaber. Then, multiple crates went flying off the tables, most hitting the group with minimal damage, but by the time they regained their composure, the hooded figure was gone.
Less than an hour later, they found Khahai wandering around in a state of confusion. He was delighted that they have survived the cave in. The scouting party was giving them one more day to emerge out of Caverns of Confusion, "...where no Ul-Mor goes..." In fact, he was out patrolling the canyon looking for them, but now he is without his Ul-Mor and could not remember how that happened. Assuming the worst with the grey-cloaked individual, the group scouted around. They did find Loper tracks, but they disappeared as it traversed the rocks up to higher elevation.
Everyone returned to the Ul-Mor camp further unscathed. There was great relief and some celebration that everyone was alive, although some consternation that Khahai, the greatest Loper wrangler of all the Ul-Mor, could lose his mount with no explanation.
For now, the Ul-Mor could continue their task, and the party could finally reach the Arena of True Warriors for the ritual, the Ritual of Quickdeath.
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