Recent content by Dmitry

The Rat simply chuckled at her shock; they always reacted this way. "Nobody's quite sure what it is." He said, not bothering to hide his amusement. "Happens every night. And the whole delta stays quiet for it, even the bugs." The scavenger sat down at his corner of the hut. "This...

There was a silence between the two as they ate, the Rat occasionally stopping to smoke or drink tea. He was certainly out of his depth again. That seemed to be happening more often lately and he wasn't sure what to make of it. "Well, if you ain't here to hide and you ain't lookin' for nothin'...

The Rat filled two clay cups from the teapot he'd filled earlier and handed one to his guest, wincing as he attempted to sip at his own. Besides being scalding hot, it had an earthy aroma with a slight scent of fruit to it. Thankfully, this place was shaded and the proximity to the water kept it...

The Rat walked out of the hut with a cauldron full of water in time to see the visitor staring at nothing, pausing a moment before continuing on to the fire. The pot fit almost perfectly on the stone ring, allowing the flames room to breath. He went on to bring out a clay pot full of wild rice...

The young man had to stifle a laugh as the poor woman fell; he was actually starting to feel bad for her. "Well, that's helpful..." He muttered to himself. "Alright, away it is." The boatman pushed off and into the deeper waters again, resolving to deal with the strange woman later. "Folk call...

At this point, the Rat was more frustrated than worried, placing his face in his hands and sighing. Why exactly was he still here? Did he pity this women? But that was never his style. Still, it certainly didn't seem as though he stood to benefit from the exchange. In any event, the young man...

The Rat let out a sigh and re-tied the sling. "Alright, alright, calm down..." He said as he sat back in the skiff, resting his chin on his hand and his elbow on his knee. What exactly was he meant to make of this? He could just leave her here, but it's not like he can stop her from following...

The young man raised an eyebrow at the woman's antics. Tourists were always a strange bunch in his eyes, but this one looked as if she'd seen him floating in the air. Had she not ever seen a boat...or a river? Well, she was armed and the Rat didn't have his sling at the read, so it'd be a...

In the Northwestern corner of the Delta, a skiff was carried along one of the many waterways that branched out from the River Iuk. Within it, along with a few sacks and some carapace armor in the floor of the vessel, sat a somewhat diminutive young man dressed in a brown cloak and wading boots...

Here I am again! Out and about and looking for some sods to come squelching through the marshy wasteland of the Iuk-'u Delta. I have a scavenger and guide known as the Swamp Rat and I'm using him to flesh out the lore in the Delta by roleplaying him getting into various shenanigans. Won't you...