Shortly before we left, another creature came stomping across the glade. Green in color, like most of the plants here. On top of it danced and flickered bright red lizardmen, they were rather smaller, probably the skink type as Tukutetcha described them. On its back was a kind of saddle with a huge sling attached to it, similar to the Highelf spear sling from the old wars. Mighty horns adorned the beast’s head and the staff banner shimmered golden in the sunlight.
We have moved on. Unfortunately for us, deeper into the jungle again. We follow the tracks of this large creature, which makes our progress much easier as it plows through the trees and vegetation like an imperial steam tank. We have given up hope that Tukutetcha will come back again. The little man is probably lost forever. Fortunately, the jungle has spared other men and women, so far. Morale has returned a little, as we have recovered relatively well. But I guess the hardest part is still ahead of us.
Day 61
Carlo Ibanez, scribe of the Marco Colombo expedition, 1492 Lustria
