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45b What's for Dinner?

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Wed 18 Mar 2015
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What's for Dinner?

Ohanzee and Tarnessh are blinded by the sudden appearance of light....It comes from torches held by more than a dozen folk: Men, women and children lining narrow tunnels, sat in niches, standing, jumping and in all cases leering with ash painted faces, open mouths filled with sharpened teeth. Bones puncture noses and ear lobes and are used in every form of decoration possible and adorn the walls and floor.

The tunnels they find themselves in stink of unwashed bodies, burnt flesh and carrion, and the noise! A jabbering, howling cacophony that not only comes from the ghoulish people but also from a swirling mass of ethereal forms that twist about the outskirts of the large cavern they now find themselves in.

They're dumped on the ground in a sand covered side cave, which opens on one side to the main cavern and on the other another cave filled with a large bonfire. Much to their surprise two Blue Llama braves are thrown down next to them, both braves recognisable despite their terror stricken faces. Wide eyed they lie on the ground as they and the two rangers are untied from the poles and left sat on the ground. Hands are still bound, mouths gagged but their feet are free.

Looking out into the main cave they can see dozens of people lope in from side passages, bent over and feral looking. The cave itself is filled with carved totems made from wood, bone and rock, each one splattered with blood mirroring the flat slab of rock in the centre of the floor. It's to this rock that one of the Blue llama braves is dragged, kicking and screaming through his gag. His muffled shouts are joined by a dreadful hullabaloo sent up from the small crowd, rebounding from the painted rocky ceiling.

Both Ohanzee and Tarnessh, sat on the debris covered sandy floor of the side cave, discover that apart from their armour, they are devoid of weapons and belongings.

Then he enters...

A shaman, preceded by a wave of howling ghosts, pushes his way through a fur covered opening. Shaven headed, fat and near naked he bounds in, waving the two carved human thigh bones he carries in the air....
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