Ravens Bluff, The Living City

Scaled - The Tale of Amuka / An Abbreviated Tale

LC-98

Players Present:Clearice Eilif, Omegasun, Morrin Telemnar, Pimfire Tyndal, Warhawk Starson
NPC: Sergeant Hervor, William O’Grady, Grumwich, Adunaphel, Corporal Grungar, Amuka, Flandren,
Player’s Missing: None
Player’s absent: None
Posted By: Pimfire Tyndal

Pimfire’s Diary Entry

I have heard that Clearice has been the one to go around the taverns telling folks of our deeds and spreading our fame this past week or so, which is good as I have been busy around the keep. Who would have thought that I would become a father yet here we are. About a week ago, the midnight menagerie went into the sewers to hunt down gigantic monstrous crocodiles or whatever was creating and/or controlling them. We ended up finding a rust monster and even an angry flying broom. Yes, I said a broom. Our journey ended in confronting a priestess of Malar controlling a bunch of snakes. It was during our travels in the sewers that something profound happened to me. I met Amuka.

While down there, we heard screaming for help coming from a pit in the sewers that was rapidly filling with water. Without hesitation I dove in and from that effort was able to save a young female Mongrel named Amuka who was trapped down there when the heavy rains caused the water level to rise and prevented her from being able to climb out the sides of the pit due to its heavier than normal water flow. Omega tossed down some rope and while I held onto the rope and Amuka, he managed to pull us up out of danger. It was only then we found out that her father had drowned holding her up and keeping her alive long enough for help (us) to arrive.

Amuka was very brave given the circumstances and was able to show us the way to her community of fellow Mongrols which are called MukMuk be it her tribe or name of the small village they had built in the sewers I was never clear which. It was there during a feast thrown by her people that I came to adopt her since by their traditions an orphan may be adopted by the person who saves said orphan from danger. In this particular case, she would come live with me above in Raven’s Bluff and in so doing become, a “streetwalker” which is a high honor for them it turns out.

I have grown up on the streets in Raven’s Bluff as an orphan learning how to beg, pickpockets and find partially eaten food in others garbage heaps. It is those hardships I hope to shelter Amuka from by giving her a home and a trade as a storyteller like myself. Should she prove to be interested in some other trade though I have decided I will seek out the finest educators for her so she may one day excel at what makes her happy.

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