Deserted Village

As the party made its way northward towards the center of the valley, passing by decayed buildings and shrines to ancient dieties and idols, Feldard frowned and moved forward to nudge the mage who seemed all giddy at the ancient ruins about them. “So remind me again.. what was the purpose to our being here?”

Feldard’s question to Miklos perked his interest. He moved closer to hear the answer while maintaining vigilance of their surroundings.

Ludo crouched down beside a rock keeping a look out, he was interested in what the others had to say. His reason for being here was quite straight forward, he felt a debt had to be paid to the others for saving his life, plus there was the added benefit of some riches and fame to be gained. This land had been hidden for hundreds perhaps thousands of years, who knew what riches could be found here?

“This is a place reminds me of the Elyan. A people who hid themselves behind great guardians and walls. I must know more of their fate, to know my own better,” intoned Hasan, in an uncharateristically somber tone. “Let us not pass these shrines lightly. It is early in the day. I would see more of them.”

“Similar and probably as ancient, Hasan.” said Miklos taking in the sight. “Save the birds, it looks like we are the only visitors here many long years. To protect itself, apparently unmanned for so long must have taken very powerful sorcery. I recommend caution within the valley. Hukaatan culture to our experience so far has been somewhat defensive as you say. Note the villages and shrines dotted about, nothing too big. I’d have expected something more…ah… ostentatious? Especially of a culture that spanned many leagues into the world beyond? Something more the size of Specularum? Even leveled to the ground Specularum would leave some scars that are not evident here. Still, experience tells us that they constructed mainly underground, I suspect there is more to the place than meets the eye.”

The mage turned to Feldard, “We are here to ensure that the Son’s of Night have not been here before us and to determine what they were after. There are many secrets here, I do not believe that the Hukaatan’s were evil but held magics coveted by men of evil. We must seek to understand why they were searching for this land. So far we have only conjecture. We need facts.” he looked back down the valley. “Some facts may be well concealed.”

“See that village yonder, its not too far let us see what it has to offer some road wary travelers?”

Maruc shaded his eyes. There were quite large altars dotted around the valley below them. “If we get the opportunity I’d like to take a look at those shrines, it will give us a clue as to what type of people the Hukaatan’s were, usually you get life scenes and whatnot? Remember the Elyan Temple? Lots of artwork.” the elf eye’d him, “Ah, Hasan of course you do!”

He followed Miklos’s sight, the village was quite close. “Yes of course, we shall take a look at the village ahead. Perhaps we can find out why the Hukaatan race faded? Let us hope it wasn’t some vile pestilence eh?” Maruc cheerfully shouldered his shield, followed the others and began to wonder why his armour wasn’t bothering him anymore.

It did not take long to descend down into the valley and the first abandoned village. It was truly deserted. Amongst the building structures, they found nothing but mundane eating utensils and tools for daily living, bowls, cups, bone combs and the like. In the center of the village was a Hutaakan statue. It was defaced and smashed.

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8 responses to “Deserted Village

  1. 9:30am, Moldain, the 15th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, cold and windy.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 30,175/48000
    Miklos: 30,040/40000
    Feldard: 30,605/34000
    Hasan: 29,655/32000
    Stephan: 29,725/32000
    Ludo: 29,385/40,000

  2. Maruc looked at the statue. “This doesn’t look like weathering damage, this has been deliberately vandalized. Wouldn’t you agree Feldard?”

  3. miklosdostevar

    “Who would deface a statue and desert a village? That’s more to the point.” said Miklos. “How do empires crumble? From within mostly. I fear civil war is what brought the Hukaatan culture to its end.” He glanced sadly about the decrepit buildings. “Alas the chances for finding our answers have worsened!”

  4. dtwilder

    Stephan cautiously walked around the ruined statue. Debris from the defacing still littered the area. He found on one side a broken finger with an intricately carved ring. The ring bore a symbol that appeared to be a crescent moon and two stars.

    Taking out his own Hutaakan he’d found years ago, he compared it to the remains of the larger. The two were very similar but of course, detail was lost in the smaller. Try as he might, he could not discern a ring on the finger of his statuette. But the cape on the figure’s back also had the same moon and star pattern.

    “It seems they wanted to remove the face as a priority. And the ears.” He looked around for any remains of the jackal head but found nothing.

  5. Ludo

    Ludo shrugged his shoulders at the question that Miklos raised, “whoever did this wanted to erase whoever lived here completely, if they did this to the locals what will they do to visitors? I suggest we be on our guard. I wonder where the people who lived are, or where the bodies are buried. DM Ludo will search for any tracks in and around the village.

  6. hasan

    “Very strange, indeed, Miklos,” said Hasan, studying the wreckage. “It is hard to believe their great magic, which kept outsiders at bay these many years after they disappeared did not save them. A job from inside the walls, it is clear. Let us continue on into the central valley, to see how far the revolutionaries were able to push things.”

  7. Feldard

    Feldard nodded his agreement to Maruc’s question.

    While Ludo checked around for tracks, Feldard kept watch in the distance for sign of any threat. His mind kept going over what Miklos had said about the Sons of Night. What could draw them here? Power obviously. But what manner of it. Some magical weapon? Some lost lore? Perhaps… question was where to look for it now. Not rural villages he surmissed. A stronghold, temple or a library seemed more likely places to keep such a thing.

    As they proceeded on the dwarf kept watch for such a building.

  8. “From what we know of the surviving Hukaatan relics beyond the valley underground is where we are most likely to find answers Miklos.” Maruc suggested turning away from the statue. “I agree with Hasan, we will need to hunt around before we can make any further judgements. I hope the valley holds friends and not the un-quiet spirits of a lost culture.”

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