Mission: The Culling : Initiate Maokai Bantam

[Loto Afu]

The Culling : Initiate Maokai Bantam
Location: Snowfalls Deep, Yarva
Mission link: https://starwarsrp.net/topic/143919-trials-and-missions-of-the-judges/#entry1937023

The Yarvan tribes folk had gathered to recognize another who would attempt the Culling. With off world guests among them it was a time of celebration within the village as the scourge known as "blood horn" would hopefully be no more. Gather with the Yarva were members of the gu'hef gate tribe from Demonsgate lead by chief Loto. As he rose to his feet all went silent.

"Blood Horn! We call out to you this night. You have lost your way old brother, no longer do you defend the herd, no longer to you protect your people. This can not pass, the law demands you obey it exile, the law demands peace on the plains."

"Maokai Bantam, son of Bryce. You have heard the law, you have made the journey through the outback, you have answered and we are proud. Tonight we celebrate, we greet the fulfillment of the law with hope and joy. But tomorrow you will be challenged. Tomorrow you skill and courage will be tested. But that is tomorrow, tonight we feast!"

As his words faded drums and synth horn began to play a happy song of warriors past. Food and drink were passed around a great fire for all to enjoy. For it is the time of joy. To be followed by the trial of snow and skill. Celebrate with you friends in this feast set out for you. For tomorrow you will fulfill your duties and the law.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Location: Snowfalls Deep, Yarva

Mako looked deep into the fire as he rubbed his hands together for warmth. The journey through the Kathol and into the Outback had been a trying undertaking. Consisting of many small hyperspace jumps, dozens of word and ports, finally ending at Yarva in the farthest reaches of the Outback. Now he could have taken a quicker route, one that only takes weeks but that would have cheapened the experience. For centuries all Judges taking on the culling had traveled the same path. Now in recent times the ORC had found quicker, more secret routes. Some judges even had begun using the short cuts, but he would not take the easy way out. He was the son of Bryce Bantam, one of the most famous lawmen of the era. He had big shoes to fill and would never take a hand out.

As a native Yarvan came over and offered him a drink he took it, slammed back the alcoholic fungus brew and held the cup out for another.

"Two livers baby, keep them coming!"

 

[Loto Afu]

Location: Snowfalls Deep, Yarva

The great bonfire had burned out hours ago and only white smoke rose from the soldering ashes. Both warrior and Yarva alike had retired to bed, with the latter cleaning up for their routie guests. Loto had been absent from the merriment, instead he had slipped away from party and had begun making the needed preparations for the hunt. In the stables the Tauntauns within rustled and snorted as they waited in their pens for their riders to arrive. Two had been brought forward and each had been saddled with hunting gear stowed in a cloth sack tide to the back of the saddle. As the Yarvan villages completed preparations Loto picked up a leather pack and carried it over an into a pelt covered tent. With in the tent the initiate would be sleeping off the celebration from the night before.

As Loto entered the tent he would throw the pack on top of the possibly sleeping hunter. As he did he would not wait to see what happened, only say as he was leaving.

"Time to go hunter, throw on da winter furs and meet me at the stables. Bring nothing else, all you need will be provided."

Contents of Leather pack

• Thick winter cloths made of Jakobeast hair
• Large Jakobeast fur coat
• Jakobeast gloves and boots

Contents of saddle bags

• Yarven “Huntsman” Blade tied onto Jakobeast bone staff to make a spear
• Additional cold weather clothes
• Tracking / communicator device,
• One day’s rations consisting of dried fungus, and Jakobeast Jerky
• Jakobeast Waterskin,
• Rathalayan Firestones
• 20 Meters of Jakobeast hair rope
• Two Jakobeast hair blankets

 

[Maokai Bantam]

Location: The Great Western Plane, Yarva

His tauntaun snorted and stamped over the white washed tundra kicking up snow as it went. Maokai led the hunting party that had come to observe the event. Coming to a halt he pulled the cloth from his face and held up the tracking fob he had been given to hunt the crazed Jakobeast and bring it to heel. The unit was beeping loudly and increasing in frequency as he held it in front of him. Returning the cover to his face he motioned for the posse to follow him as he again pressed forward into the wilds. No more than an hour later they had come to a rest again this time their prey now in site.

"We will make camp here, Bloodhorn is over the next rise so I'll handle the rest of this on foot." Bryce said as he dismounted and prepared his weapon.