With Six Wings: Session One

Lore note: The prevalent races on Podushtu are drahkon (h is a hissing sound, so drassskon) and serpa. The drahkon word for a male is erchoud (erksssood) and women are called emethcoud (emetssssscood). 

Yes, I chose to bastardize Mongolian this time around. 

The land the campaign takes place in is a drahkon one. When in doubt, assume that someone is a drahkon if I don't say otherwise. Genji and Thakraw are both humans, who were the slave race of both drahkon and serpa alike.

Genji and Thakraw walked into the town of Souderlessen before Bai's Fortress, in the Mogoin Forest. As they entered the town they saw a stampede of flesh and scales coming right at them. Beyond that stampede they saw some erchoud dragging women of various races through the town square, off to who knows where.

Genji saw an inn to his left and went through it. Tables, chairs, and benches were knocked over, with the patrons huddling beneath all the overturned furniture. Striding through, he went out another door in the inn to get a bit closer to the ruffians, undetected. Genji demanded in a loud voice that the thugs turn and face their destiny: to be defeated by Genji in battle!

Yes, he struck a gallant pose when he said that.

Just try to imagine every line this guy speaks being said by this dude:

 The ruffians guffawed; they had what they wanted. Why would they fight anyone?

Thakraw exploded forward, putting himself between the thugs and escaping from Genji. They whirled around to face Thakraw. Genji charged and cut one of them acrost the back with his sword. The ruffians were armed with metal clubs, the cultural weapon of the drahkon. One of the ruffians swung at Thakraw and completely whiffed. The second thug hit Thakraw in the head so hard that, had it not been for the helmet that Thakraw was wearing, he would have been knocked straight into a coma. Thakraw was open to the third blow.

It glanced off scales.

IT'S POSTOSUCHUS TIME! 

Yes, I will be finding different Power Rangers morphing pictures.

I hope you're up for it. 

The postosuchus roared in befuddlement, head still aching and spinning.

The thugs dropped their feminine prizes and tried to back up. Genji backed up, and helped one of the women up. "Hikaru Genji! I'm a lover, not a fighter, but it's too dangerous now. Run along... and I'll see you soon!" Of course that was said with a wink

Your friendly neighborhood GM  threw up in his mouth not only hearing it, but typing it. 

The postosuchus shook the cobwebs out of its head. It was pissed. Not to mention hungry. It chased down one of the thugs and got its lunch.

A group of erchoud came running. People were saying that someone had screamed out an infernal incantation and had become a demon! Genji told them that was nonsense! Thakraw was merely a skinchanger, and there was nothing demonic about defending helpless and charming ladies from the criminals who were going to carry them off. Eating one of them? Merely a bonus for Thakraw.

Somehow that worked. The erchsoud helped them get out of sight.