Loose threads: the Tribe's borders remain closed, no Kobold has officially claimed leadership, Kobolds are worried about the recent threats appearing around the island, giant mole population decreasing.
Participants: Lazz'Ru, Sohma, Diane Firalel, Zuma
Location(s): Watchers' Tribe Village
Full report: the Order of the Lily:
Let's face it. Our relations with the Watchers' Tribe has always been tense. Although there have been individuals from both sides that have shared moments of solidarity and companionship, our history is marked by tragedy and conflict. Since the death of Father Lightning, former leader of the tribe, and the decision to close borders, my partners of the Order of the Lily and myself were planning on opening a diplomatic channel in order to ease tensions and open communications with the Guild once again.
That's why, on a cloudy spring morning Lazz'Ru, Sohma, Diane Firalel and myself - Zuma from the First Landing tribe, headed out north towards the Watchers' Tribe. Our journey was uneventful, until one night, when a group of Kobolds found our campsite. We were politely escorted (no chains) by a Kobold named Perth. They guided us through the trap-filled plains surrounding the Village, and Tarka himself received us at the gates.
After being granted permission to stay in, Sohma and Lazz'ru headed to the healer's lodge to patch my companion's wounds after he stepped onto one of the traps. Diane and I headed to our accomodations. The reception was understandably cold and distrustful. We, scaleless folk, are seen as intruders. Only time and our future actions can help change this perception.
After a night's sleep we were given an audience with High Priest Cyrano (one of the new appointed regents). He proceeded to list every Guild sin that has justified their decision to close the path to their Holy Lands. He invoked the name of their patron (Queen of the Desert Rydess) and demanded we accept judgement through a duel. Our judge and executioner introduced himself as Lanceer, royal guard of the previous leader. We accepted their ways, and confronted the guard and his companions, mounted on giant moles. We tried our best not to kill the Kobolds, but tragedy ensued. Blood was spilled, and one of the Kobolds fell in battle. From the bottom of my heart, I regret to say, that was the lowest point of our journey. Even if circumstances lead us into a dead end, I did not expect that fateful resolution.
We later rested and someone gave us a morning meal. However, it was soon after uncovered that it was poisoned! While we were negotiating the terms of a possible agreement, which ended up being rejected, some toxin made my companion Sohma dizzy and violent. This provoked him to involutarily attack one of the guards so we immediately apprehended him and sought medical attention. At least Mother Imikh, the healer of the tribe, attended us and our friend recovered. She was quite friendly, and decided to accompany us in order to pay a visit to First Landing.
In conclusion, this not went as good as some of us expected. Not much was gained, aside from the information gathered. I, Zuma, as a member of the Order of the Lily, accept responsibility for our acts. This definitely requires a more careful preparation, and time. Wounds do not heal as fast as we wished they did.
- Signed by Zuma