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The Dour Gambler & His Synth Old Lady…

Posted on October 15, 2013 in Deep South Positronics by Chris

…or, How I Met My New Weirdo Acquaintances & Our Travels Thus Far.

It all started at the Mouth Cairns camp along the Wandering Walk – not that Lemuel, my trusted friend and travelling companion, and I are actually on the Walk, it was just a matter of coincidence or perhaps kismet – where I met an oddly dour fellow with the even odder name: Lin-Cawn (sp?).  Where his parents came up with that is beyond me. Perhaps it is an old family name or some such? No matter. It was a quiet night in camp and the rabble had their usual road-weary gripes. Me? Well, I’m a jovial type and thought a nice game of high-low with a mark… uh, I mean, fellow traveler might make the evening pass more pleasantly. Lemual doesn’t seem to want to play dice with me much anymore. Perhaps he’s grown too familiar with how blessed I am with luck? Who can say?

It just so happens that out away from the hoi-polloi I spied a man who looked like he could lose some shins. His companion was the oddest woman I’ve ever seen, made almost entirely of synth & steel! At least I think she was a woman. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass to introduce myself and chat with this automaton lass who said her name was Semeeko (sp?). And through a friendly game of dice, I also came to know Lin-Cawn. I played several rounds, besting him at every roll. Unfortunately, being the surly soul that his is, he is also a sore loser. Rather than let me walk away with my winnings he pulled his blade! Never one to back down from a fight, I cut the tension with my verred and my winning smile and he backed down. Then, by way of apology, the sullen miscreant tried to pick my pocket! Well, I’ve been around some pretty seedy types and needless to say, Lin-Cawn failed in that endeavor as well. Although, I do hand it to him for trying and begrudgingly may find his acquaintance as useful as his lady(?) friend Semeeko’s.

Why Lemual continues to be surprised at my uncanny knack for making friends confounds me. He certainly knows how friendly I am… well, excepting, of course, when my Little Chum comes to visit. This opportunity at chance friendship was a perfect example of my winning personality! And it just might make us a few shins in the long run.

The night passed without incident and while breaking camp the next day we were set upon by a scutimorph ridden by a pair of siblings named Patel (sp?) and Seria (sp?). The beast was terrifying but the children not so much. The girl, Seria, seemed to be troubled and her brother, Patel, was seeking help in either accompanying him to help with family matters or escorting his sister to the Cylion Basin. The crowd ignored their pleas but once the promise of acquiring new numenera in the Cylion Basin presented itself I knew that Lemual and I were up to the escort task. With the unexpected volunteering of both Lin-Cawn and Semeeko we set out from the Mouth Cairns with Seria. Lin-Cawn seemed to be in a better mood from the previous night and was actually pleasant during the trip.

We arrived at Cylion Basin and discovered several small pools of differing colors, all approximately three feet deep. They are red, orange, yellow, green, and black. There is something not right with the black pool, the solid black waters within give me a foreboding sense of unease. And we have still not discovered anything worth a shin. None the less, we will investigate more and I will relate our hopefully profitable findings in future entries of this travel log.

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