Puffing (Con Save: 7), Penny holds up a hand, "Hey, wait up. I just have to get out of this stifling armor..." and she doffs her armor.

OOC > Not going to risk incurring a second level of exhaustion.

Ormond follows closely behind Roland and the natives doing his best to pick up on the language, trying to listen for similarities compared to the tribe he first interacted with.

As they walk he mutters, "Gods it's hot."

//. CON Save vs heat exhaustion... 24

Ormond's walk slows to about half his normal pace.

Ormond hearing Penny make similar complaints, says, "I'm on the same train as you... I didn't want to take my armor off, but if I keep going like this I may collapse."

With both Ormond and Penny stripping down from their armor, it immediately feels much cooler. Your limbs can stretch freely without the threat of an ever impending rash. The remaining trek through brush is much quicker than it would have been now. Meanwhile, the massive macaw-like creatures still flap far above your heads. There are times when they draw near, but the native group knows how to ward them off before they get any funny ideas. 

After another hour, your group finally reaches the source of the smoke, a small village built amid a clearing. Around the perimeter of the village are fences arranged to keep animals and wildlife out, but allow people through. There are, of course, guards stationed who stop your group at the sight of you. Tonta converses quietly with the guards, nods are shared, and one guard leaves deeper into the village. From what you can see, there are only about 50 or so buildings in the area, which much smaller than many of the towns above ground. Ormond would also know that it is definitely smaller than Rionta was.

After a few moments, several guards accompany an older, portlier man, clad very thin, fine fabrics. Furthermore, he sports several ivory piercings that accentuate his tattoos, which also seem more ceremonial than Tonta’s. He seems a bit disgruntled at having to leave, but completely changes his attitude as he sees Roland. He falls to a knee and the other guards do as well, “Mai, gale Hipau. Peilei Kohipau, okaagale Hipauta.” And then he gives a lot of words that are far too quick for you to get.

Roland rests his glaive on one shoulder and strikes a pose. "That's right! I GET IT NOW! I am THUNDER HIPAUTA!". He then gestures for the man to get up and makes signals while talking very slowly. "Pei..ho?.. Ormond. Peiho Deshi. Peiho Little-Girl." Roland opens his mouth wide. "Food..a? " He pretends to hold something in his hand and throwing it into his mouth, making smacking his jaws together rubbing his belly. "We hun-gry." 

Penny frowns at her introduction and says something beneath her breath. A loud, long flatulent sound emanates from the region of Roland's buttocks.

(Thaumaturgy, though perhaps not its intended use...)

The men look a tad wary of Roland’s spectacle.

However, then, one of the men lean over to the leader, “Mawata okaa? Hino okaa Mawata.”

The leader points as if to say “that’s right, good idea.” He shoo’s the man off to go do something.

After a few minutes, the guard returns with another man, with similar markings to Tonta. He seems surprised by your group, but deeply inhales, “Hel-lo?” He sounds unsure with his pronouncing.

Roland looks at the man for a good 10 seconds before speaking again. Still veee-ry sloow-ly. "Hello underlings. I am your god that have come from the land above. My godly body needs food. aaand alcohoool?" Roland makes large gestures while speaking. 

The man looks surprised, “The land above? Mawa? But... how? And... are you... really Hipau?” He bows, “Please forgiveness I ask. I am Hino, of the People of Hipau and the People of Mawa.”

"DON'T QUESTION ME!" A small crackle of lighning arcs across Rolands tusks. "I AM THE GREAT THUNDER HIPAU. I venture where I want, with no regards to what you think, People of mine!" He scratches his chin. "So.. uh.. the journey has tired me, and I need sustenance for my avatar form." He looks at Ormond and mouths the word "Mawa?" with a slight shrug before turning back to the translator. "I have gathered these followers, and they will be in need of some scraps too. I have... come to enjoy their mortal company..!" 

Hino shares the same confused look that the others hand, but nods his head while bowed, “Yes! Please, forgiveness is asked. A feast will be made! Your descendent, the mighty Kohipau, has asked that you dwell in his home, great Hipau.“

Penny perks up. “Excuse me, you mean ancestor, right, not descendent? Like, his forefather, not his offspring’s offspring?”

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Penny perks up. “Excuse me, you mean ancestor, right, not descendent? Like, his forefather, not his offspring’s offspring?”

 Hino tilts his head, “No?” He gestures to the man with the piercings and tattoos, “The mighty Kohipau is the great,” Hino gestures to Roland, “Hipau’s descendant. It was long before my time, but the legend tells that Hipau never took a mate, instead choosing to live as a celibate warrior for his life. At the end, he established the pattern of succession by adopting a son. That son followed his father’s path, and his son, and his son, and now the mighty Kohipau. You remember, great Hipau?”

"I remember clear as the day I rose from the river for the first time. You are right." Roland ruffles his young fans hair. "The great Hipau loves every child as if he was his own, as long as they treat him with respect and awe." Roland gestures for Hino to lead the way. "Show me the way to my descendants home!" 

Hino nods, meanwhile Kohipau and his two guards stand and lead you deeper into the village. The rest of the tribe watches in awe as ‘Hipau’ returns to them once more, after centuries of being gone. The homestead is roughly twice the size of the other homes. Inside is a small fire. Interestingly, the structure of the fire is definitely a more modern design, as Ormond can tell. Furthermore, Penny notes that there are actually a few rudimentary oil lanterns. The tech is a bit off, but the general idea is definitely there. Odd thing is that both designs were developed after the New World was made.

Meanwhile, Deshi notes the absolutely fascinating tapestries that drape the ‘walls’ of the homestead. The designs are very similar to the tattoos present on the people, but very much geared to a more historical record method.

Roland notes that there is food! GLORIOUS FOOD! But... on the way in... he could’ve sworn that he felt a chill run up his spine. His hippo senses tell him... he was being watched. MALICIOUSLY!

Roland notices the food on the table, clearly he is anxious to try it. Trying to imagine how they prepare their food down here he pictures a dino steak, fried?.. Roasted?.. Stewed?. Roland snaps out of it, grunts and looks around. Anything off about the room? Does it smell like anyone is hiding behind the tapestries or under the tables?

Perception: 16

The sense of watching was definitely outside.

Meanwhile, there is a whole dinosaur tail roasting over the flame.

Roland pokes the meat with a meaty finger. "I see they made me food. Looks like there isn't any for you suckers." He grabs a knife and cuts off chunk of meat and starts eating, with his mouth full of dino he glares at the door with squinted eyes. 

“Can we just leave him here with his people?” Penny asks the others as she puts her stuff down.

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“Can we just leave him here with his people?” Penny asks the others as she puts her stuff down.

 "That," Deshi replies, standing near Penny," would certainly make our endeavor a bit more predictable." He peers more closely at the tapestry before him. "However, you cannot deny that his propensity for bloviation has benefited us here." 

The tortle sits and summons his quill, scratching away at his larger notepad a copy of this apparent historical text. "Beg pardon, Master Hino," He beckons the interpreter near. "Deshi wonders whether this tapestry depicts, ah, true history, or is this a story made by your people?"

If that's no go, he tries again, but with more hand movements!

"Hino," Ormond abruptly asks, "have you seen others from Mawa? Tribes in similar dress with weapons. Also, how do you protect yourself in this heat? My armor is useless."

He repeats his last question and bit about the armor in undercommon assuming it may be more useful as it's a trading language.