- So it's a deal. Very well! But before we depart with the goods, Mr. Bird, could you ask them if any of their people want to come with us? Maybe somebody has severe wanderlust, or maybe they would like to send someone away for a long time for whatever reason.
Pass on the weapons, acquire mentioned supplies and load them carefully into the jeep. Make sure we carry them safely, make several trips there and back if necessary. When done, make sure everyone is in the car and start off a trip back to the woods, to home-sweet-destructive-mobile-home.
I like the idea in it's way, but I think I'd prefer to keep things as they are. Because there are definite benefits to having characters come in from the civs you visit. Namely, it's a way to get information on the area since I can give those players inside info that they would know. Like Mr.Bird's ability to speak the Lupine language, for instance.
((That's a good point - it is extremely convenient to get info on what we're dealing with in this particular place via not dangerous interaction))
It takes three trips in all, even when you completely pack the jeep. You'll, well, not you, but the others, will be eating smoked and salted meat, dried fruit, and jam for quite a while. Not to mention about 5 casks of some sort of booze. You wonder, idly, if the booze is a high enough proof to count as fuel. Hmm.
We'll assume you get all this stuff back to the War Beast and that you and the rest get it hauled up and strapped down in the main building.
"Do you know if he ever reached the First Heaven? For that matter, is there a difference between heaven and hell?"
Big questions!
"I do not know. I do not know if such a thing even exists. The distinction is sometimes hard to make. Those places which are the home of gods are generally called heavens, while those that lack them are hells. Though gods are not always so easy to find, and often their realms may not be so benevolent. This is a heaven."
"I'll keep an eye out for your brethren, then. Do they look similar to you?"
More talking.
"I can not say. Engine spirits have no definite form. We are life breathed into the lifeless, and we may spread ourselves out as we please. They may look like me, they may have taken up residence in something totally foreign. It's why I dislike this pseudoflesh. It's only partially lifeless. And far to large for myself alone to control easily. But I can handle walking."
Ask the Lupines if perhaps some of them are feeling bored enough to come with us. After all, god hates them and they have to die someday, so why not die while doing interesting things instead of eking out an existence in this inhospitable land? We've got plenty of room on the warbeast, and this supply of food and drink can easily feed us as well as any hangers-on.
They politely decline. They don't seem the adventurous sort. At least not these full grown ones. If you remember right, by the time they reach this size, they're actually quite old.