[UVG] Session 2 – The Low Road and the ""High""

Dramatis Personae

• Gelato "O.G." Kush. Mutant Quarter-Ling Hexad Enforcer Militant Were-swan. Canonically still only wearing a labcoat with the front unbuttoned.
• Astia Rudeni. Dwarf Decapolitan Ambassador Biomancer. Learned Flesh-crafting at the Cobalt Ziggu-Rot. Arms and legs like twigs.
• Marceline Chaiya Grove. Grapefruit nomad Steppelander Coffee-maker. Teenage girl formerly impersonating her father.
• Dulce. Mononymous Gentlemanly Bourgeois Botanist Dwarf from the RLD. All his hair fell out, but he's glued it back on while waiting for it to grow back.

Dude Where's My Are?

Gelato, Marceline, Astia, Dulce, Noble, Orphan, and Lancer awoke in the shade of a monumentally tall dryland coral highway overpass. Tethered and grazing nearby were two zombies pushing empty shopping carts, two donkeys (wearing three donkeys' worth of name tags), a truly magnificent camel, and a small-headed rhinobuffalo. During their bender, the group had evidently assembled a caravan of the undead and beasts of varyingly bioengineered burden. Huh. Weird. They weren't missing a dollar of cash they hadn't had the night before. The realization dawned on them that, while it was certainly possible that they had acquired these transports legally (perhaps they won them in a bet?), the much more likely story was that they had walked out on their tab at Pér Slaji.

And stolen a couple thousand dollars cash of transports.

And then they realized that they weren't just a few miles out of town; they had traveled an entire week.

Enter the Goths

Some goth aristo-maidens walked by and asked if anyone needed help. The party was looking pretty rough, in their defense. Marcy took this pointed insult quite personally and lashed out. Had Dulce not stepped in and smoothed things over with his gentlemanly tendencies, a fight very well could've broken out. But a fight didn't break out, and the aristo-maidens left, heading towards a distant landmark with a bunch of cans of spraypaint.

Everyone realized around the same time that none of them had any food. How had they traveled a week without eating? Carried on intoxication alone? Our heroes tried not to think too hard about donkey wearing two separate Donkey Name Tags. After traveling into the Deep Wastes around the Low and High Roads, they returned to their traveler's encampment with enough supplies to last a week or two, which they decided to spend on a trek south towards the Steppe of the Lime Nomads.

The Steppe of the Lime Nomads

After a week's travel, our heroes arrived at a lonely copse of trees under which rested a tent, and a caravan not too far off. Sitting in the tree directly above the tent were seven plump pigeons staring conspicuously at the party as they approached. Dulce was particularly distrusting of these avian agitators, going so far as to speculate whether or not the tent's owner was a Pidgeonmancer. The party decided to give it a wide breadth and hail the caravan instead.

Doing so, they met a family of Lime Nomads take a group of Steppelanders on a pilgrimage to the Spring of the Yellow Water, a sacred site for Steppelanders. The family introduced themselves as Leemon, Layma, Lem, Lim, and Lombo Field, Limon's family! Our heroes spent the evening sharing stories, singing songs, and eating barbecued pigeon over an open fire with the Fields and preparing to accompany them on their pilgrimage in the morning.