T'ym and Taym sat on the edge of the stream, dangling fishing lines and paddling their sore feet in the brown slow moving water.
"I need a pipe" said T'ym. "Got any baccy?"
"Nah, me bucko, I'm skint 'til we get back to bunkos." Taym replied mournfully.
"Aye, need to pack more next time."
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Gloam-Hyyn Scouts |
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Rear view showing the fish skins they wear |
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The Trapper on the right is holding a broken trap and I couldn't find the other half in all the debris in the bag, so I glued on an extra big tuft of reeds to hide that fact |
They watched the water in companionable silence for a while, ignoring the ever present insects swarming about them and occasionally giving their lines a tug. The fins of a big fish broke the surface several yards away.
"Oi" Taym whispered, pointing. "Lookit that bonzer fella over there!"
"Bloody oath" T'ym agreed. "Could be some corker grub there."
"Should we try shootin' it, ya reckon?"
"Get off! An' have B'ndyt an' Darby slang us on charges?"
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Pack of Sarf-Cyn. They are an Apex Predator, but if caught young, and hand raised, they become imprinted on their Quar and can be used by the Sarf-Cyn Handlers for hunting. |
Just then they heard some rustling in the undergrowth behind them. Turning, they saw QM Yawdryl Fr'yd leading his ganga beast, M'tylda, down to the stream.
"G'day Yawdy" Taym said in greeting.
"G'day M'tylda" T'ym said more softly, offering a fat beetle to the huge beast, who snuffled it up quickly with her long pink tongues and then gently bumped the rhyfler in affectionate greeting.
"An' what are you young buckos doin' then?" the Quarter Master asked suspiciously.
T'ym held up the fishing line in explanation. "Fishin' Yawdy."
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The standard Clash of Rhyflers grouping: 1 Trapper, 1 Sarf-Cyn handler and 3 Sarf-Cyn |
"Aye well that's fair dos an' good onya" Fr'yd said slowly, looking for fault, as all veteran senior NCOs everywhere have always done for as long as there have been armies. "But yez need to keep yer rhyfles closer to hand, buckos. Some Gloamy shows up snoopin' about an here yez are, boots off an' rhyfles not in easy grab."
Fr'yd looked around some more. "An yez won't be catchin' squat wi' yer footies in the billabong, disturbin' all the fish. 'specially wi' the big 'un yonder." He pointed to the fins floating several yards away.
He gave the fins a harder squint and took his bogen off his shoulder, chambering a round. "Summtin' about that seems mighty crook, if'n you ask me." As he drew aim just below the fins, the big fish suddenly dove and disappeared, leaving only bubbles and slowly spreading ripples.
Fr'yd snorted and lowered his rhyfle. "Anyways, you buckos git yer boots on and back up to the rest of the mob. Shouldn't be wanderin' off anyway. C'mon M'tylda!"
Scout Yawdryl Doudonne L'pyrre crouched in the stream, listening to his scout's report, who had just emerged from the water after a long swim back down stream. "Doo Tollyquar rhyfleys inna couler pecherie. Na pensa mi. Un ganga trouie Tollyquar boiree."
Two rhyflers on their own, fishing, seemed sloppy. It might indicate a vulnerability. Only one ganga being watered could give an idea of the strength of the combat group in the position. If they watered all the animals at the same time.
"Gut tellin di tellin." He looked at the rest of his small team of Scouts and their tamed Sarf-Cyn, which were frolicking happily in and out of the stream, chasing each other and catching fish. "Here be sittin, pensa? Pieges onna coulee, onna bank. Mi tellin de tellin onna Bossquar vite. Sassa kay?" He lowered himself into the water so that just his mudcrawler skin was showing. A breathing tube inserted through the skin let them deep wade or swim semi-submerged for long distances, allowing for stealthy insertions and raiding.
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Full Scouting Detachment |
He would report back to Caerten Whyfflyn the position and estimated strength of the Toulmorese force facing them, and then return to plan with his Gloamyquar where to lay some traps and when to try some raids.
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These are the last of my Gloam-Hyyn, except for a musician, who just dropped on the MMF Tribe and is being printed.
The Sarf-Cyn were painted in four different colours and then given a sepia ink wash. The yellow didn't come out well, drying all blotchy, so I repainted with a blue-grey. Eyes were just slits of yellow with black lines for pupils to avoid them looking all goggle eyed.
For basing I used a lot of tall rushes, since I think these guys are staying in the heaviest swampy areas. The trappers get to preposition traps, IEDs, booby-traps or dummy counters pre-game to confuse, channel or disrupt the enemy. Which ever rules used they should get some extra cover, stealth and/or infiltration bonuses.