Bardic Treasure Hunt #1: The Cult of the Krayt (OPEN)

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THE CULT OF THE KRAYT!
MOS EISLEY
TATOOINE

MAP: Tatooine!

^^ Courtesy of [member="Jorus Merrill"]

A small fire crackled near a group of intrepid adventurers. They had been drawn here by the song of a mysterious woman and her violin. The tune had reached across the stars, touching minds as it went. Folks were now here and she cleared her throat.

In the Cantina there is a crackling fire and a woman in black rosins up her bow. You are not sure why you are here, or what has even brought you this point. All you know is that this is important. You need this.

She begins to play a tune, and her violin begins to wreath fire and flame as if by magic. She taps her foot and then begins to sing, the force current emboldening your heart O adventurer. Will you be hero? Or villain?

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"Long ago in a desert land,​

A dark side Cult got out of hand,​

A certain man named Travis Dayt​

Was bringing up the Cult of Krayt,​

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Eight masks there were, Forged in hate​

Eight mask that made thier wearers great,​

Eight masks that all controlled a Krayt​

But the best to come was a twist of fate.​

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One mask was better than all the rest,​

One mask that could pass the final test​

Whoever dawned it one his head​

Ruled the Krayts in every stead.​

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Lucky explorers such as ye.​

I have called you unto me​

Gather your guns and stash your swords.​

Go on a journey ever more​

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I'm sending you now to the Judland wastes.​

Take heed with your step and move with haste​

If you should fail then the Dragon Caste​

Will rule this planet and put all to waste."​

She stopped, letting the influence of the force vibrations dull.

Each member of the crew had a vision during her song. Say it was what they will, but they felt and saw the entire episode.

"Now adventurers. Are you ready to save Tatooine?"

"Portal open fine and fair, whisk these scoundrels from my hair!"

A Portal to the Judland Wastes opens.

OOC: Welcome to Bardic Treasure Hunt #1. At the end there is a Magical Alchemic Item for finishing. Here's the skinny. Your party will be given an objective from me. I'll DM. You write what you do and where you go. Are you hero? will you betray your mates to be the villain?

This is what you know

• The Cult of the Krayt are powerful darksiders who have made eight Masks
• Each High ranking ember has a mask
• The Masks control Krayt Dragons
• The Master Mask controls them all.

I will open a force portal for you. Should you chose to accept, you will be transported to Judland wastes, where your adventure shall begin.

Considerations:

• Have fun with it.
• Don't be dick to your fellow writer
• Tag me and I will DM ya for some fun
• The most quality writer gets an item.
• Those that stay till the conclusion get an item.

The Song that she plays as you step through the portal.

https://youtu.be/aE2GCa-_nyU

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor sat in the Cantina. The Jedi Knight and Tusken Chieftain had sat and drunk his Corellian whiskey. He then looked over and saw a young woman playing Violin and singing. She had sung a tale of a cult of Dark Siders. One that threatened Tatooine itself. He had listened more intently to the song and had learned of these people. The ones who called themselves the Cult of Krayt. He had learned of these masks that could control Krayt Dragons themselves. He for a moment wished to acquire a mask that could do this, but above all else, he needed to stop this group from destroying his home.

He then saw what looked to be a portal open. It was a portal that opened into the Jundland Wastes. A place he was all too familiar with. His tribe and various others had dwelled within the Wastes, and so he could also use his people's assistance to aid in his quest. Nonetheless, he gave a nod to the Bard and departed to the portal. For a moment it felt as if his stomach was twisting and he was feeling dizzy as he went through the portal.

He then emerged on the rocky landscape. He then set out on his journey walking with purpose with only the Force as his guide. His quest had begun.

[member="Saeryn the Bard"]

 

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[member="Jakkor Kess"]

Jakkor stepped through the portal into the Wastes. Far off in the distance he would observe a large plume of smoke risng. If his sense were as attuned as he would believe, he'd notice small dots. The dots ran to and fro as the small encampment father out in the skyline was alight and wreathed in flame

In the sky a Krayt circled, also a dot to him. He would have to get closer, and risk drawing their attention...

Or he could turn back, or do whatever it was he did.

From the Cantina she rosined up her bow and prepared to play second tune to aid him, either way. She tapped her foot, starting a rhythm...

 

[Salvor Arnex]

[member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Saeryn the Bard"]

Long had it been since Salvor had truly felt purpose. Long had it been since he felt anything other than impotent frustration. Frustration with his lot in life, frustration with the galaxy as a whole, frustration with the force, and frustration most of all with himself. He had allowed the trappings of percieved power to make him soft to stagnate his personal growth. He'd allowed the false promises of Romeo Sin and his doomed empire to take his ambition and crush it to dust. He'd lied to himself and said he'd reached his potential when in reality he'd done nothing more than grow comfortable.

That would no longer be the case. A month ago he had left all that remained of his time atop The Shadow Dynasty. He walked away from men and women who continued to serve him years after their fealty was no longer required. It was harder than it should of been and that was all the proof he needed that his choice now was the correct one, he did not need them, should not need them and he would face every trial and face every hardship he could find until he once again walked the correct path.

His pilgrimage had brought him here to Tattooine and to this cantina specifically. A woman dressed in black played her violin and sang a tale of a local darkside sect and masks of incredible power. He did not know what intrigued him more, the power afforded by the masks or potentially finding someone who could help him unlock his true potential.

As Salvor imagined finding these dragon priests and forcing their secrets from them a portal opened in the middle of bar. A force-damned portal and if that weren't crazy enough a tusken walked right in and disappeared. Salvor knowing it was the right thing, no the only thing, to do, walked in a minute or two after appearing in the same rocky outcrop as Jakkor. He could see the other man off in the distance and follwed after him at a pace slow enough to keep the Tusken in view but no more.

 

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[member="Salvor Arnex"]

As Salvor stpped through she grinned.

The quest was just heating up. In the far of distance he would see the same as his compatriot Jakkor.

Far off in the distance he would observe a large plume of smoke rising. If his sense were as attuned as he would believe, he'd notice small dots. The dots ran to and fro as the small encampment father out in the skyline was alight and wreathed in flame

In the sky a Krayt circled, also a dot to him. He would have to get closer, and risk drawing their attention...

Or he could turn back, or do whatever it was he did.

From the Cantina she rosined up her bow and prepared to play second tune to aid him, either way. She tapped her foot, starting a rhythm...

 

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[member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Salvor Arnex"]​

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That little dot in the distance became just a little bit bigger as the Krayt noticed their presence and began to swoop in.​