the Cult of the Raptor

Herb

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
"Mi knaa yu waan to,
Yu be lookin' so bad,
Mi knaa yu ain't got nuh fix today,
Dat be why yu be lookin' so sad,

Get yu fix today,
It ain't gonna' be nuh way,
Got mi herb sittin' 'pon mi knee,
Yu cyan hab it,
If yu pay di fee,

So mi knaa,
Dat yu knaa,
Wi be trippin',
Uol di way now,
Wi be trippin',
Uol di way now,

Darkness hit mi right 'pon mi head,
Couldn't see nuhtin,
Believed mi were dead,
Aan den yu came chru,
Juss like fi bird,
Soared chru di sky,

Buried secrets

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Tsathoggua hummed as he worked; a popular drinking song.  Gently, gently, he packed the sand over the capped keg, smoothing it down until there was little sign of the treasure buried beneath.  The tide would soon be in, and the water would wash clean his passing here, keeping the liquid gold safe.

Two months, three, and it would be ready.  Perfection.

Batrachian eyes watched him, marking his secrets.

Sen'jin's Drinking Song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
"Fi di Darkspear an uol be 'memberin,
Of mi chieftains voice,
Mi still cry when mi hear him sing.
Di clock struck twelve,
Di voice mi love so well,
Were eated up by di machine,
It were eated up by di machine!

A when di glass be full,
Drink up! Drink up!
Dis may be di lass time,
We zee dis cup.
If di Loa waan wi sobah,
Dem knock di glass obah,
While it be full we drink up!

A toast fi Sen'jin,
A mon mi once loved,
Oh Loa, a' why di tings hab fi die?
If drinking beer,

Hum A Ditty

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"Hum a ditty, 
Inna sky so pretty,
Watch cloud inna di sky,
Feel di day go by,
Dance wheh yu stan', 
Aan try if yu cyan,
Shake twiss turn yu feet,
It be deh chreat,
Let yu heart go,
But keep yu dancin’ if so,
'Caaz it a beautiful day,
Aan uol yu haffi say,
Hum a ditty,
Mi life so pretty…


As sung by Najih.

To hold a cure in sight

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Tsathoggua nodded, and dropped the shattered femur to the dusty road where he found it. A swarm of bloated flies rose angrily into the air, a hungry mass.

"Kill me. Before it's too late," the scrawled message had said. Before it is too late.

The witch doctor looked about him. Too late? These lands were wracked with disease and illness, but would never die. Corruption rotted the earth here, burned the air. The Mossflayer tribe was doomed.

Spirit Song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"Di yu 'membah how,
Wi 'membah di 'pirits now,
'Membah who we cyare,
Di 'pirits dem be deh,
But di 'pirits be gone,
Deh souls moved on,
Cyan't forget di times,
Deat' were a crime,
Why did yu go,
Leff mi uol alone,
Yu be gone now,
Memories somehow,
Di 'pirit be waitin' home,
Di 'pirit be waitin' home,
Di 'pirit be waitin' home,
Di 'pirit be deh wid yu..."

As sung by Najih

 

Tikibilang

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"Sintin gween to find yu,
Sintin gween get yu,
Gwaan run run away,
Yu cyan't fight nuh today,
Sintin gween find yu,
Sintin gween get yu,
Hidin' 'pon di tree top,
Di ones yu cyan nebah stop,
Sintin gween find yu,
Sintin gween get yu,
Hide behind yu bar a' soap,
It be a lickle hope,
Sintin gween find yu,
Sintin gween get yu,
Cyannot find a way how,
But dem gween get yu now..."

As sung by Najih

Movements

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"Wid a turn aan twiss,
Yu look 'pon mi,
Wi make a kiss,
Wid a step fi di right,
Yu look 'pon mi,
Wi be awright,
Wid a jump fi di leff,
Mi look 'pon yu,
Wi be escapin' death,
Wid a shuffle aroun',
Mi look 'pon yu,
Mi see yu frown,
Wid a turn aan twiss,

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