Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Grub Harvest

513MoGrHa

The village of Ponkae was rumoured to be place of history, tradition and the most intoxicating food and drinks known throughout the region. As the party travelled through the wet rainforest roads they crossed many people moving through the underbrush with small hand-axes and two long thin reeds. As they moved about the ferns and decaying logs they would cut at the decaying matter and, occasionally, would excitedly yell out to those near by.

A flurry of activity later would see many axes hewing into the wood, before the reed like tongs would dash out and pick out a squirming red creature from the wood. Quickly deposited into little containers they carried on their hips the village folk would continue until there was nothing more of the wood before moving onto the next decaying wood matter and continuing the search.

‘They are hunting for Moon wave grubs.’ a voice said from near by. A woman who was nearly invisible as she moved from the log she was crouched on. Dressed in a long cloak and had that consisted of moss she blended nearly perfectly in with what she perched on. ‘My name is Naya and I am a watcher of this years harvesters. They search for the grubs that feed Ponkae’s harvest.’ she smiled toothily at them. ‘Now, you don’t mean any trouble for these fine harvesters do you or I’d have to cause you some trouble about now?’

As the party continued to speak with her as she moved along the path keeping one eye on the party and the other watching the surrounding area. As she spoke to them another call went out and she looked toward the harvesters who had made it. ‘Sounds like there’s something to investigate. I may see you at Ponkae if the forest wishes us to meet again!’ she called as she nimbly darted towards the call to see what was wrong.

It was not too long until they had begun to descend the large steps that would take them into the village. The sound of running water and insects could be seen everywhere where large trees with strange growths from their branches and trunks could be seen on the many tiered fields that surrounded the valley of the village. As they passed from one large jungle trees canopy to the next they were drizzled with the water droplets that came from above, it was always wet here from what they could tell. A large river cut the village in half and it took a steady stream of water out of the village and further down the valley.

As they passed some of the farms they could be seen taking large, arm sized silken cocoons out of the growths in trees and passing them to another famer near by who lay the quivering masses carefully into baskets before carrying them towards the village. The whole village was a whirl of motion and nearly every tree had someone harvesting large cocoons from it.

However one patch of trees was drying, large strips of black fabric swung from branches and no one touched trees despite it having the same swollen growths as the others. As the party moved deeper into the village they soon forgot the trees as the sights and scents of Ponkae caught up with them and they were surrounded by people selling silken products, pungent smelling oils, strong beers and the sweetest smelling foods.

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