"I will not promise it. I will swear it, upon my father's grave."
Episode 3: Bimar
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Jun 20, 2019 1:25 pm
Baracus considers this astonishing story. These creatures are immortal, yet not cursed with an immortal memory. He now comprehends the power he is dealing with: a people whose grandmothers are their daughters and grandfathers are their sons. An unbroken loop of chain. He silently resolves himself to break preserve that chain through the coming battle.
"I will not promise it. I will swear it, upon my father's grave."
"I will not promise it. I will swear it, upon my father's grave."
Jun 20, 2019 1:29 pm
Baracus accepts the udder and hangs it off his belt. He admires the talisman and asks what must be done to earn such a fetish. He also inquires about earning the tattoos.
Jun 20, 2019 5:03 pm
Ybus immediately takes another swig, perhaps not liking the state of sobriety the whiskey left him in.
Rolls
Constitution Save - (1d20)
(17) = 17
Jun 21, 2019 3:45 pm
Ybus feels the fire growing inside him. To his chagrin, he's only growing more sober and more lucid.
Buluyagon seems relieved by Baracus' response, and returns to his chatty self. Leading the climb up the rice terraces to Topeng the mambabatok's hut nestled against an ancient gnarled tree you do not recognize. He explains that the batok is an ancient, sacred art and that both the ink and the implements used are blessed by the diwata (nature spirits). Tikbalang often get a new tattoo to celebrate important events, or prepare for them.
Gathered around the hut are many tattooed tikbalang, mostly warriors from Makabo's warband, and they all greet you when you arrive. They are also eager to show you their tattoos and explain what new ones they're getting next: Wind patterns for swiftness in battle, crocodile or snake scales to turn away enemy weapons, fern tattoos that help the mending of wounds. Topeng has just finished an elaborate tattoo on one of the female warriors when you arrive at his doorstep, and he beckons for you to enter. It appears that if you would like a tattoo, you will be given one - a great honor, you are made to understand.
Buluyagon seems relieved by Baracus' response, and returns to his chatty self. Leading the climb up the rice terraces to Topeng the mambabatok's hut nestled against an ancient gnarled tree you do not recognize. He explains that the batok is an ancient, sacred art and that both the ink and the implements used are blessed by the diwata (nature spirits). Tikbalang often get a new tattoo to celebrate important events, or prepare for them.
Gathered around the hut are many tattooed tikbalang, mostly warriors from Makabo's warband, and they all greet you when you arrive. They are also eager to show you their tattoos and explain what new ones they're getting next: Wind patterns for swiftness in battle, crocodile or snake scales to turn away enemy weapons, fern tattoos that help the mending of wounds. Topeng has just finished an elaborate tattoo on one of the female warriors when you arrive at his doorstep, and he beckons for you to enter. It appears that if you would like a tattoo, you will be given one - a great honor, you are made to understand.
[ +- ] Tattoos
Each tattoo holds 1 charge, replenishes daily at dawn. Bonus action to activate unless otherwise specified. Activating a tattoo is not considered spellcasting. None of these effects require Concentration. All effects have a range of Self only.
Lightning: Lightning Lure
Wind: Longstrider
Fern: Cure wounds
Flower: Heroism
Tree: Resistance
Sun: Word of Radiance
Crocodile or Python skin: Shield (reaction to trigger)
Storm cloud: Thunderclap
Swords: Sword Burst




Lightning: Lightning Lure
Wind: Longstrider
Fern: Cure wounds
Flower: Heroism
Tree: Resistance
Sun: Word of Radiance
Crocodile or Python skin: Shield (reaction to trigger)
Storm cloud: Thunderclap
Swords: Sword Burst



Jun 21, 2019 5:20 pm
Ybus gladly accepts a python-skin tattoo, deducing that sobriety is the best time to get new ink. His skin is already covered in a mish-mash of sailor-related images like sea monsters, crashing waves, and ritualistic runes that don't appear to translate into any reasonable language. There's even a giant sun casting rays of light across his shoulders and arms. Still, there's room enough somewhere.
"Say," he adds during his consultation, "are you able to tattoo something someone else made?" Ybus shows the arcane symbols and connecting lines engraved on the back of his amulet. "I understand if it's not acceptable to you and the diwata for the blessed implements to be used for foreign or non-traditional patterns."
"Say," he adds during his consultation, "are you able to tattoo something someone else made?" Ybus shows the arcane symbols and connecting lines engraved on the back of his amulet. "I understand if it's not acceptable to you and the diwata for the blessed implements to be used for foreign or non-traditional patterns."
Jun 21, 2019 5:33 pm
The mambabatok nods wordlessly and gets right to work: over a small brazier he intones a prayer to the diwata, the spirits of the mountain. He then scrapes soot from the bottom of the brazier pan and into a small earthen bowl and makes an ink by adding some water. His implements are two wooden sticks: one of them with a thorn on the end, and another with which to tap the thorn into Ybus' skin.

The pain is excruciating, and it seems to take an eternity to finish. Buluyagon looks on, and to pass the time tells stories of his people - about how the Great Spirit shaped the world and created the first titans. He tells of Atimakon, the titanic horse, father of all tikbalang, who stole fire from the gods and gave it to his sons. For that the gods tore out his horn from his brow and with it, pierced his heart. He tells of how the Q'sulth mountains were raised from the earth and how the first tikbalang were given stewardship of it.

The pain is excruciating, and it seems to take an eternity to finish. Buluyagon looks on, and to pass the time tells stories of his people - about how the Great Spirit shaped the world and created the first titans. He tells of Atimakon, the titanic horse, father of all tikbalang, who stole fire from the gods and gave it to his sons. For that the gods tore out his horn from his brow and with it, pierced his heart. He tells of how the Q'sulth mountains were raised from the earth and how the first tikbalang were given stewardship of it.
Jun 21, 2019 7:59 pm
Ybus bears the pain, asking questions about tikbalang culture where appropriate, and steering the conversation to the process of imbuing tattoos with special properties. His mind works to calculate what he might experiment with given the PHULES' own kits, even if he himself has no proficiency in them.
OOC:
Does Ybus get both Shield and Waterbreathing?Jun 21, 2019 8:06 pm
OOC:
Shield from the tattoo (no spell slot cost). Waterbreathing copied to your Book of Shadows from the Heart of the Ocean (doesn't count against known spells, cast as ritual only).
Jun 26, 2019 7:24 pm
Baracus selects the flower wind and breathes through the pain calmly. He enjoys the story of the Great Spirit and the history of the tikbalang, and believes every word of it. Truly, the world is nothing short of fantastic.
Last edited July 2, 2019 6:23 am
Jun 28, 2019 11:40 pm
Rydler begins removing his shirt "I want shome wind, highlighting my main man, Lathander." with a removed shirt, he slaps his right pec with his left hand. "Wind represhentsh balanshe, rigght? I need shome of that right now."
Jul 1, 2019 7:02 pm
After some time considering, Erden chooses to go with the sun in order to reaffirm to himself that he must provide guidance to his friends when things grow dark.
Jul 5, 2019 4:09 pm
Just as Erden's tattoo is completed, a hush falls around the hut as Makabo arrives and sits before Topeng. Buluyagon makes no move to leave. The rhythmic tapping of the tattoo artist's tools underscores the chirping of cicadas.
Makabo, son of the chieftain, receives a constellation of stars on his forehead. No one speaks of its meaning but you get the feeling that you have just witnessed something of grave importance. Twilight has fallen. Outside the hut, some of the warriors have begun to sing.
Makabo bows to the mambabatok. He hesitates, and looks at each of you thoughtfully before settling on a nod and leaving the hut.
Buluyagon lets out a low whistle but says nothing. What do you do?
Makabo, son of the chieftain, receives a constellation of stars on his forehead. No one speaks of its meaning but you get the feeling that you have just witnessed something of grave importance. Twilight has fallen. Outside the hut, some of the warriors have begun to sing.
Makabo bows to the mambabatok. He hesitates, and looks at each of you thoughtfully before settling on a nod and leaving the hut.
Buluyagon lets out a low whistle but says nothing. What do you do?
Jul 5, 2019 4:40 pm
Ybus had often used the stars to help navigate ships over open water, and he tries to recall if this particular tattoo holds any significance. He otherwise keeps his thoughts to himself.
Rolls
Nature? - (1d20+5)
(5) + 5 = 10
Jul 5, 2019 5:16 pm
Ybus knows this constellation as the Eastern Shield.
When you all exit the hut, you find Makabo looking up at the evening's first stars.
"He hasn't risen yet, but I'll show you later. Tanggul, The Defender. He is a great hero foretold, who dies to save the world from a great evil." Makabo pauses, his eyes bright, silently staring up at the firmament. He reaches up to touch the tattoo gingerly, reverently. "This was not the mark that I asked for, but it's the one I was given. I don't know if it's a foretelling. The mambabatok is as much a spiritual guide as the babaylan. Does this mean The Worm That Walks is the great evil foretold? Or maybe it's as your friend Urban said: maybe an even greater evil is driving it? In any case... does this mean I die tomorrow? I...I don't feel worthy of such a destiny."
Looking at Makabo right now he looks small and vulnerable. Not the brash, cocksure warrior you met earlier today. He certainly doesn't look like a great hero of prophesy.
What do you do?
When you all exit the hut, you find Makabo looking up at the evening's first stars.
"He hasn't risen yet, but I'll show you later. Tanggul, The Defender. He is a great hero foretold, who dies to save the world from a great evil." Makabo pauses, his eyes bright, silently staring up at the firmament. He reaches up to touch the tattoo gingerly, reverently. "This was not the mark that I asked for, but it's the one I was given. I don't know if it's a foretelling. The mambabatok is as much a spiritual guide as the babaylan. Does this mean The Worm That Walks is the great evil foretold? Or maybe it's as your friend Urban said: maybe an even greater evil is driving it? In any case... does this mean I die tomorrow? I...I don't feel worthy of such a destiny."
Looking at Makabo right now he looks small and vulnerable. Not the brash, cocksure warrior you met earlier today. He certainly doesn't look like a great hero of prophesy.
What do you do?
Jul 5, 2019 6:20 pm
Erden walks over to the tikbalang and stands next to him in silence for a minute before speaking, "Makabo," he begins, "Any battle could mean your death or the death of any of your brothers-in-arms. Even if you knew at this very moment that you would surely die tomorrow, would that stop you from going into battle?"
Jul 5, 2019 7:19 pm
"I do not fear death," Makabo replies with a toss of his mane. "But a meaningless, inconsequential death, with so much expected of me? To fail my warband and my tribe, that is what I fear."
Jul 5, 2019 7:26 pm
Erden smiles, "That is what I had hoped to hear, my friend," he says, "Don't you worry. If you are fated to face the Worm, then we PHULES will see you through to your destiny."
Jul 5, 2019 7:44 pm
"I would be honored if you would join my warband. But something has been puzzling us all: why do you call yourselves 'The Fools'?"
Jul 5, 2019 8:34 pm
"I figure it should be obvious," Ybus says, nonchalantly waving his hand. "I mean, we're The Philanthropic Heroes Union Local Eighty-Six. Teamsters, you know?"
Jul 6, 2019 12:54 am
"Show me a warrior of destiny who was not something of a fool. The wise stay home and leave the glory for the fools to take."
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