The Savage hero tribes
The Nighder Forest, also known as the Forest of Exile, is home to the bloodlines of many bigone heroes and monsters. This is due to the rise of the limitation doctrine. The population is a mix of every race and ethnicity and due to the excessive mana present in its environment it is said to be home to an endless number of spatial anomalies and mythical beasts.
These savage tribes are an intermix of many heritages and due to the interbreeding of many species they can no longer be defined by the traditional species names to the point that they do not have a species listed and are instead listed as moonkin. As their offspring are as deverse as the phases of the moons.
While they can be considered prematives, they are also known as fierce warriors and nimble tricksters. Many legends are passdown of fools being punished for running afoul of of a moonkin, and while these are more cautionary fairy tales than historical accounts it is foolish to discount them due to their primitive lifestyle. One legend that is that moonkin can hold and nurture a grudge like no other and it is this trait that no one who has had dealings with moonkin will dispute.
Day 1 part 3
K’gan approached the grisly scene inside the hut. Gore was strune about, from where the old bastard had exploded. Unlike in movies there was a lot of blood but that wasn’t the majority of the fluids. Everything was caked in various fluids. Blood bile stomach acid brain and eye fluid urine and liquid shit was everywhere. The smell was indescribable and K’gan had to back away before more vomit, if you can consider the exploded contents as vomit was vomit. It was as if all the fluids in the body suddenly boiled at once and popped him like a pimple making the insides of the worm of a man the new insides.
Thankfully the only room affected was the ritual chamber where he had been strapped next to the tharian. Somehow in the process of the teleport he was cleaned and K’gan was spared of that indignity at least. Looking where he had been strapped, it was in the very center of the gore explosion with a stark outline of where he had been, being the only clean spot in the whole chamber.
From within he could hear an almost continuous series of animal noises which seemed to indicated that the source was very unhappy with the situation. They were oddly muffled and seemed to be within the disgusting piles of awful.
“Sorry whatever you are, I’m not quite ready to deal with this… I want to say putrecent mass of noxious offal but I think I’ll just go with nastiness. I’ll be back …shortly.”
Then with no plan to come back to the room anytime soon and his hand over his mouth to prevent vomiting again he fled from the room to the sound of yowling that distinctly sounded like swearing.
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The rest of the hut wasn’t very large or interesting at first glance. The hut was divided into 3 chambers separated by bamboo like the outer walls. He found a small pantry full of cured, smoked or otherwise preserved food. Probably enough for half a year if he stretched it.
Under the bed he found a small small bag which didn’t seem to have anything in it till he reached inside. His arm just fell into it and reached his elbow before he quickly pulled his arm out again.
‘Fuck that is a space bag. How did this asshole get a space bag? I mean the quality is far too high and it looks like it’s made of silk. We don’t even have burlap back in the village. Where the fuck did he get this from.’
Although he had never seen one before and had spent the whole of his life in the jungle Keegan’s memories had a lot of knowledge from his long life in a modern society and honestly tropes were not hard to remember or recognize when a large part of society plays fantasy games for a living. Being cautious as that seemed like his best choice at the time he put away the bag as well as he had no idea what was in it.
Besides that on a shelf with a small pile skins rolled up and a few tattered hidebound books. And a row of shrunken heads hung from the wall adjacent with their mouths bound shut with leather straps.
‘After taking inventory I can say from the checklist that for the time being food is a check, water check, shelter… disgusting but available so also a check if barely. That takes care of basic survival for now but not long term. Let's assess the situation. I’m stuck at the bottom of a dungeon, The system is still locked. The shaman is dead. There is something in the ritual room trapped there. The system did state it was sending for help, so I just need to survive until that help arrives. I still need to review the system notification. Maybe there is some good news there at least I did see a lot of congratulations green.’
The void all encompassing soul wrenching vastness of monochrome. No light save what was shed from what Keegan assumed must be souls as he had noted that they had the same vague appearance as him could be seen.
Floating within the void were an uncountable number of souls. Trillions of trillions of souls releasing stardust of light glittering raining outward and away from the spiralling center.
Keegan tried to whistle and failed at the grandeur of it. Fixating on the center with crystal clarity. He noted that the souls there were almost clear and and became truly transparent when they reached the true center where they would cease releasing the glittering filaments of light that rained in all directions outward.
Doing a self assessment he found a few differences between himself and the other souls. One he did not seem to be emitting those motes of light. Which seemed to lead to the second point, he was glowing much brighter. If he was seeing this with his eyes instead of perceiving this with what he assumed was some sort of soul sense he would be unable to see anything from the amount of light he was emitting. It was the difference between a candle and a bright summer's day sun.The next thing to note was that he did not seem to be following the same path as the other souls. While they appeared to be spiralling inward, he appeared to be spiralling outward at a very slow pace.