The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
“How could I refuse free help?” you reply. “Lead the way.”
The native, along with his two archers, leads you through the jungle. The jungle is dense, but the natives know the proper trails to follow. You can hardly see in front of you, and yet they don’t require machetes to navigate through the overgrowth. You arrive at a formation of crudely-constructed huts. Semi-naked children run through the streets chasing chickens, which brings a smile to Procter’s face. He joins them in the chicken-chasing, although he keeps his clothes on.
“Alright, so who is it you’d like me to meet?” you ask the leader.
“We’re almost there. Patience,” he answers.
Leaving Procter behind, you follow the native into the largest hut. The hut itself is a large circular tent. You flip the twin flaps aside and confidently enter the tent. Candles line the interior. A group of natives sit criss-crossed in a circle. The leader walks straight into the center of the circle. You follow, although your crew hangs back near the entrance.
“Are you ready to meet our champion?” your guide asks.
“Bring him forth,” you reply.
One of the criss-crossed people stands up. She approaches you and the native. Similarly to your guide, she wears a red robe, although hers is tattered with several tears at the edges. She is unarmed, yet the muscular curvature of her arms suggest she is more than capable of fighting without a weapon. Despite her athletic build, it didn't seem to diminish her other womanly attributes. Her black hair hangs loosely to her mid back.
“This is your champion?” you ask the native.
“This is Quetzalli,” the native replies. “High priestess and champion of our people.”
“Does the outsider require a demonstration?” Quetzalli asks. “A combat exhibition, perhaps?”
Seeing her slight flex you reply, “No, I believe you.”
The native, along with his two archers, leads you through the jungle. The jungle is dense, but the natives know the proper trails to follow. You can hardly see in front of you, and yet they don’t require machetes to navigate through the overgrowth. You arrive at a formation of crudely-constructed huts. Semi-naked children run through the streets chasing chickens, which brings a smile to Procter’s face. He joins them in the chicken-chasing, although he keeps his clothes on.
“Alright, so who is it you’d like me to meet?” you ask the leader.
“We’re almost there. Patience,” he answers.
Leaving Procter behind, you follow the native into the largest hut. The hut itself is a large circular tent. You flip the twin flaps aside and confidently enter the tent. Candles line the interior. A group of natives sit criss-crossed in a circle. The leader walks straight into the center of the circle. You follow, although your crew hangs back near the entrance.
“Are you ready to meet our champion?” your guide asks.
“Bring him forth,” you reply.
One of the criss-crossed people stands up. She approaches you and the native. Similarly to your guide, she wears a red robe, although hers is tattered with several tears at the edges. She is unarmed, yet the muscular curvature of her arms suggest she is more than capable of fighting without a weapon. Despite her athletic build, it didn't seem to diminish her other womanly attributes. Her black hair hangs loosely to her mid back.
“This is your champion?” you ask the native.
“This is Quetzalli,” the native replies. “High priestess and champion of our people.”
“Does the outsider require a demonstration?” Quetzalli asks. “A combat exhibition, perhaps?”
Seeing her slight flex you reply, “No, I believe you.”