Lemurian Legends: The Complete Adventures

Seven single session adventures for Barabarians of Lemuria: Mythic Edition.

Bloodhunt!

Somewhere
above the canopy of scarlet and jade foliage the sun must be glaring. A
line of porters, hunters, and trackers slash their way through the
steaming jungle, pausing only to wipe sweat from their brows or slap at
insects.

Without warning, the surrounding gloom goes deathly
still. Even the incessant chatter of birds high in the zannibal trees
stops. The safari members eye each other uneasily, hands straying to
weapon-hilts. Then: a thunderous roar shatters the quiet.

The
echoes die. Atop his kroark, broad- shouldered Lax Dhalv chuckles at the
party's reaction. "Just a bouphon - and a small one." Still, his
dissipated eyes scan the surrounding vines, and he uncoils the braided
whip from over his shoulder. "Make haste. We need to reach the
encampment by nightfall."

Grumbling, the group resumes its pace
through verdant hell. A dusky-skinned Shamballan tracker, long
accustomed to jungle ways, shakes her head. "That was no bouphon..."

Children of the Void

"Under
bright skies, the silted harbor of Skara-Issk glitters along her
rotting wharves and ruined avenues. But the eye is drawn west, upwards,
towards the massive tower that served as a lighthouse back when ships'
prows cut the waters of the bay. Come nightfall, the tower's apex flares
with a brilliant bluish-white that no hand tends, and no fuel feeds.
Who can say what the lighthouse of Skara-Issk guides now . . ."

Crimson Shoals

Wind-driven
rain pounds the dark outcroppings of reef, churning the nearby shoals
into froth. Despite the gloom, occasional lightning flashes reveal a
small forest of splintered ship's masts, shattered keels, and
barnacle-encrusted hulls. This watery hell is a ship's graveyard!

Less
than a quarter-league's walk (or swim) looms the silhouette of a
massive funerary barge. But why is this ungainly, low draught craft
beached here, in the Gulf of Satarla? Doubtless, the answer lies


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