Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Regeneration of the Jungle

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The party had run into some of the local denizens of the jungle earlier that morning. It had been just over a day of travel on their journey into the heart of the jungle and their guide was getting more skittish as they went deeper. C’tik was a renegade lizardfolk and had steered them clear of dangers plenty enough times but as they waited for him to come back from a brief scout ahead they were attacked by several large snakes. They dispatched the creatures quickly after suffering only a few wounds however C’tik changed after that encounter.

He didn’t let the party out of his reptilian eyes as they moves deeper into the jungle and was more alert and skittish. He brushed off his nerves when questioned by the party as not wanting to disappoint and fail his orders but there was an inflection in his voice as he spoke, fear. But as the party rested for the second time that day to empty their shoes of water and leaches he appeared more relaxed and even jovial.

‘Not long now, no not long.’ he had repeated when they had asked the reason for his change in mood. The jungle also seemed to reflect his mood as the ground, grasses and ferns sprung back nearly instantly as they passed. Creatures of all kinds were abundant here and it wasn’t long until they had caught enough of them that so they could have a meal later that night if needed. But even as they pulled the arrows from the creatures the creatures refused to die and their would would start to heal quickly.

‘It’s the influence of the temple. It is near but we are in no hurry.’ C’tik repeated as he looked almost happily around. There was a river that cut through the trees nearby and dozens of frogs could be heard singing happily from its banks. The trees here were dense and tall with a net of vines and leaves hanging from the branches making it difficult to find where the branches actually were beyond them. A thick canopy wove overhead where birds and other tree life moved about caring not for the adventurers below or the small smokeless fire that they had started below.

Slowly the creatures stopped making noise, the birds songs stopped, the frogs stopped croaking and only the nonstop hum of insects could be heard. It droned on and caused those present at the small camp to begin to get heady and unsteady as they looked around. Something was obviously not right and only the happy lizardfolk remained normal and a constant. Large reptilian shapes emerged from the water with colourful frills from the back of their heads going behind their shoulders which bore crude armour. Lizardfolk emerged and stalked towards the party as the insects droned on and despite the obvious danger the party struggled to prepare themselves for the encounter.

‘Now the order is complete. C’tik is free and the Regeneration can commence!’ the little lizard folk cackled moments before an arrow pierced his chest and caused him to roll backwards. Even as he fell he joyously laughed as dozens of lizardfolk warriors rushed towards the party and their unseen ally loosed another series of arrows from their concealed position.

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