Bogship Slobat
"Travel diary of the Royal Ambassador,
third rank, the Count de Largo Rilya"
A Trip to Bogship Slobat
"The morning of the third day
We entered the territory of Bogship. The endless swamps and bogs gave way to... more endless swamps and bogs. In some places, signs of intelligent life began to appear: a footbridge marking the ford, a low fence and a strange two-legged creature, which we had never seen before. "
"The morning of the fourth day
We lost one of the lookouts. Only two remain. We saw some strange creature that somehow reminded me of our captain!
Again we saw those strange animals that walk on two legs. Charles tried to catch one for breakfast. Charles was lucky to escape in one piece -- the creatures nearly drowned him! Another morning with cold biscuits."
"The evening of the fourth day
We arrived at the settlement of Slobat. Incidentally, it is a village of the creatures that attempted to drown poor Charles. Tomorrow I will go into the town to negotiate. I shall have to set up some kind of diplomatic exchange with the natives. "
"The evening of the sixth day
Spent two days in the village. It turns out that their males have very primitive minds, but they are nevertheless capable of using magic. For example, the hunters pick up their staffs, and shoot Sleep beams at their prey. A friendly healer exchanged a staff for three bottles of valerian, explaining that being put to sleep by the magic walking stick means that you will have a good rest all night through.
The people of Slobat were very willing to trade. They had no interest in glass beads or colored paper, but were keenly interested in Charles! The Shaman gave him a bouquet of spices, a bunch of fragrant roots, and invited him to dinner. He then lost consciousness for about an hour. The peculiar sense of humor of these bog people he did not appreciate."
"The morning of the ninth day
It turned out that the truly intelligent group among the Slobat are the females. Males hide their females away in the depths of the marshes, but carefully follow all her orders. It seems that females dominate the males’ primitive minds, and they serve as the female’s eyes, ears and hands... Our healer said that this was done through some kind of telepathy.
There is little else to report. One of the Warriors approached the camp and decided to grab a souvenir for his wife. Hopefully, she’ll appreciate a necklace of frog eyes... "
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Hattlers Hunters, experts at procuring food. They know how to cleverly disguise themselves in the thickets of reeds, and can put their prey to sleep with their staves. |
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Buttlers Warriors of the tribe. Armed with spears and wooden shields. A good soldier must be able to carve pots, and croak loudly like a bull-frog. |
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Blom In Slobat this means "big and strong." It seems that the strange swamp magic of these tribes does not serve the smartest, but the strongest. |
