[closed] INTO THE WOODS.
At Ramir's request, Hellboy has accompanied her into the jungle, looking for clues as to this rising cult of Ryba. It's dangerous stuff, cults, particularly when those cults have a penchant for sacrificial mutilation: missing villagers can only spell disaster for the recruits themselves down the line, so it's best to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible.
Hellboy is worried about the missing half of their team, but until the storm dies down, there seems to be no better way to pass the time than walking around in creepy jungles looking for possible cannibals.
THE RESCUE.
After Hellboy's warning and the necessary preparations, it's time to rescue King and Ramir -- and as many captured Nalawi as you can. The camp is by one of the largest estuaries on Pu'ulai, camouflaged by native flora and hidden in the shadow of the volcano Nalalona. The cultists have removed King and Ramir's magitek jewellery, but the tracking beacons are still active, making it easier to find them than without.
The well-hidden camp is creepy, filled with ramshackle tents and poorly-made effigies. There's a pool in the middle of it all, filled with brackish, murky water. Ramir, King, and a small number of terrified-looking Nalawi are all bound, kept on the far side of the camp.
The cultists are all dressed in hooded black robes, doe and stag alike. They are all without their Gifts, but that does nothing to temper their ferocity at intruders into their camp. Despite their diminutive size, they know the forests better than any ALASTAIR recruit, and are suited to blitz attacks on any would-be rescuers; they may pop out of the underbrush in small, seemingly endless waves. They also have sharp hooves and the stags' horns are dangerous, capable of goring anyone who doesn't get out of the way of a charge.
The cult is surprisingly large, so it may take some time to defeat them all. Whether you want to spare them or destroy them is up to you -- but it's clear that the cult has no plans for mercy whatsoever.
EXPLORATION.
Now that the cultists have been dispatched (one way or another), the camp is free to explore.
If any cultists are captured for questioning, they'll speak in gibberish and violently lash out at anyone who comes too close. The only thing they'll say that makes any sense is that Ryba is hungry -- Ryba the devouring one has eaten all the lesser gods in the world long ago, and now she needs more.
All around the camp are various effigies (poorly crafted from dried kelp), shark's teeth, and other junk of the sea. There are tents scattered around that may be explored; they are filled with mundane paraphernalia such as books, combs, and other trinkets of sentimental value. If one didn't look at the horrors outside the tents, it might be confused for a refugee camp.
The pool in the middle of the camp is filled with black water and disembodied Nalawi eyes, its concentrated magical energy more potent than even the water out in the ocean. There is a single doe in it, floating face down, the latest sacrifice before the cultists were interrupted; not dressed in their black robes, she is one of the missing villagers who was not so lucky. If she is turned over, it can be seen that her eyes have been gouged out.
The surviving kidnapped villagers are badly shaken up but have no answers as to what happened other than they were captured by what they refer to as a "death cult." Apart from some slight hunger and dehydration, none of them are injured. They're just glad to be alive, and ask to be escorted back to the Pu'ulai temple.
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What the hell do you mean, of course we're killing them. We leave them alive and they'll just come back to try and kill us again! Is that what you want!?
[He stumbles slightly when she pulls on his arm, but otherwise isn't making a move either way.]
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No, they won't. They're scared, desperate assholes who think they're doing good. You've now officially scared the shit outta them, they're gonna run off and not come back. [ She shifts her grip a little, the better to get an angle for a good, sharp twist on his arm. ] If you fix them.
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There, happy?
[And true to Ramir's prediction, the two cultist stare wide eyed at Law for about three seconds before he glares at them, raising his hand in threat. It's all they need to see before bolting back into the woods.]
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She nods, happy to get back to being exhausted, with that little detail take care of. ]
Yeah, happy. [ Her firm stance eases into a slouch. ] Alright, lead the way.
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I'm not sure if you should be walking, though. How bad are your injuries?
[Since you won't let him look at them here, god.]
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[ She rolls her eyes as she says it; come on, like she wasn't dashing all over the place on these painful feet earlier. That obviously means everything is fine.
...On the other hand, she wouldn't say not to lessening the weight on them a little. She gestures him nearer with a c'mere motion of her hand. ]
But gimme a shoulder or something, and I'll walk faster.
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How long have your feet been injured like that?
[Might as well get all the doctorly questioning out of the way as they move.]
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Since the volcano bullshit. [ How long ago was that? Was he even there for that? She can't remember either answer, and squints a little. ] Like a week ago?
[ She'd been doing pretty good, too. Wrapped them up and took it easy and everything. But who knew, a dash through a jungle at night wasn't good for trying to heal bottom-of-feet wounds. ]
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Were they ever properly bandaged or was your first thought to wrap them sloppily in what I'm guessing is T-shirt fabric?
[He sounds so offended. How dare you forgot proper medical procedure.]
I cannot be the only one here capable of providing proper first aid. What have you been doing for an entire week?
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I've been busy. You know, looking for missing friends and shit? And it's not that bad, I've had worse. [ Just not... on what has proven to be as vital an area as the bottoms of her feet. Who knew injuries there were so uniquely annoying. ]
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[This is one irritable, pessimistic doctor right here. But hey, at least now they're out of the woods. Law literally shoves Ramir off his shoulder so that she'll have no choice but to plant her ass in the sand next to the river.]
And I'm assuming your missing friends wouldn't appreciate it if they returned only to find you gone or severely incapacitated.
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Sure, but that's what I've got you for, right? [ Her smile isn't any kind of genuine. ] Quick, save my feet.
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I'll do what I can with the supplies we have, which isn't much.
[Right now, he just wants to see what he's working with. Even if they were wrapped tightly, walking around on them for weeks can't have helped.]
I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.
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She's also sick of looking at then. So she sighs, head turned pointedly away. ] That's a shame, I could really use a miracle.
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I'd say that I'd be able to remove any infection manually, but with the way my powers are being dampened, it'd have to wait until we get out of this place.
[Frowning, but then looking up at Ramir]
Though it isn't as bad as I expected.
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[ That's a lie, she's actually really relieved to hear that. It would really, really suck if she'd irreparably damaged something. She rubs a hand over her face, sick to death of jungles and everything that goes with them. ]
Well, guess they better hold up a little longer, I got more walking to do on them.
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Absolutely not.
[And he returns to his task, finishing up before pulling a sealed package of gauze from inside his coat.]
There's plenty of us here, you don't have to be running around trying to figure out how to.... what was it, build a boat?