TRIBAL RANGERS ghana comics Council Chambers Episode 01-01
Kokoi and Yemo had received their orders from the council elders, and now had to plan for the journey a head.
Their instructions were simple enough. Journey to villages over a considerable distance from the city and report back on the well-being of the council’s subjects in each village.
Yemo and Kokoi began their trek the following day at dawn. The council required them to take the shortest journey through the surrounding forests. This would lead them to the few sparsely populated villages on the other side. The first village they encountered had only the remnants of a civilisation which had long gone and had probably migrated to the bigger towns and cities. However the second village some miles further was different. It was barren but their tracking skills revealed someone was still living there.
As the pair emerged from a forest edge, they made their way over towards the huts in the middle of a clearing. At first they could see no one, but it didn’t take long before shadows began appearing with-in the huts. Kokoi moved closer to Yemo who was the eldest and the most experienced of the two, and Yemo encouraged her to stick real close.
Yemo began to speak loudly and requested that the leader of village show themselves, so she may memorise and bring word to the council. Some of the dark shadows retreated back into the huts whilst others began to approach.
Both rangers looked at each other when they saw the leader, who approached in a crouched manner as if unable to use her legs to stand upright. The leader was a female-Nyem and she turned her head nervously, as if to check behind her as she squatted away from her hut into the open space before them. Yemo, observed the leader as she approached and noticed the scars on her body.
Yemo enquired about them and the leader replied, telling her that, they had unwelcome visitors. She went on further to explain that marauders ravished their small village some years ago and still emerge from the shadows, from time to time. They raped the women, killed the men and forced survivors into slavery. Those women, who had survived the pillaging, gave birth to diseased offspring. The offspring could only be nourished by the blood and flesh of others. Some young didn’t even wait to be born, instead they ate their way out of the mother’s womb.
Yemo thought, a shocking story to be true, but why don’t they walk upright, she puzzled. The leader continued her story. After the marauders had left, the remaining villagers began digging tunnels underground where they could stay hidden from the next attack. The tunnels were short and narrow and built by those with no experience. All their engineers were dead or dying. As a result they found standing upright again, very difficult and painful.
The leaders tone of voice sinisterly changed and as she continued her story the Tribal Rangers sensed something was dreadfully wrong. Shadows were stalking in the nearby forest. As if synchronised by telepathy they both turned to meet their attackers charging towards them, it was a trap, and fell for for it.
The rangers had been requested by the elders and had just entered the The Council Inner Chambers.The previous ranger-scouts had already been given their orders by their commanders. However these rangers were to be given a special assignment.
They passed through the catacombs and discussed the curious nature of their summons to the Council’s Inner Sanctum.
Yemo didn’t speak much but Kokoi began hoping for a quest that included a real adventure. Yemo, continued thinking, especially on the significance of them entering the inner sanctum, forbidden to those of their rank.
They walked for some time and then turned a corner into a passage with a throne at its end.
As they approached the air above the throne began to glow. They approached the throne cautiously and then knelt before it.
The throne began to speak. It told them they were chosen for a recognisance mission into the wastelands to find out if certain rumours could be supported by any hard facts.
The rumours ranged from “walking forests”, to “tame creatures turning into vicious beasts”.
As they knelt the wisps of light sprang forth from the thrones framework. The light spoke to their minds and began providing visionary details, of where they were to go and what they might expect to find.
Hidden in the messages broadcasted to them, was why, Nyam males were turning against their Nyem female masters and even raiding towns and villages leaving behind death and carnage. However, they had no yet understood the gift they had just received. Powers that will serve them well in the difficult years to come.
After receiving their orders, the remaining elders-wisps of light , disappeared from the throne room and vanished into the abyss, high up in the throne’s framework.
The Rangers both got up and walked away from the throne room. Before they turned the final corridor and made their way out into the open, they looked at each other with surprise, realising that they could hear each other’s thoughts. Rather concerned they began to speculate on what the elder’s had done to them, in the catacombs. The shock of their experience left them speechless for a while, as they departed the Council’s Inner Sanctum.
The Critgha Horde, under cover of storm, launch their attack upon the Digha.
A biped stood on the precipice of a plateau, gazing across the wasteland. It had a purpose, to reach the bottom and find shelter amongst the woodland forest trees. For that is where it needed to be, to feel safe amongst its own kind.
The sun shone high amongst the clouds that day and blazed across the sparse land of vegetation some distance from the strange looking plateau, with its nooks and crannies of old caves and potholes.
A slight breeze blew across the fragile topsoil whilst little warm blooded creatures were resting in pockets of shade, where robust grasses protected them from the strong rays of the sun.
In the distance a dust storm was brewing under the midday furnace. At first glance it was a familiar site, a low dustbowl whipped up by the prevailing winds that thundered down from the mountains-towering above the plateaus and engulfing anything in its path.
After a while, one could observe a hint of a possible pattern to its movements, but not its direction.
It would first move left, and then right and then swerve in a great arc as if searching for a target. Anyone looking on and admiring the beauty of its power and grace as it picked up vegetation and tossed it to and fro with such ease, would be well justified to assume it was the usual run of the mill, desert storm. It certainly moved like one. In any case it was too early to tell if it would cross the dry wasteland before fizzling out.
As usual the storm died down before reaching its true potential-unlike that of a thunder storming tornado, but it did not die out completely. Its height greatly diminished as it approached and by now had covered half the distance between the plateau and the nearest mountain side.
It had changed shape too, no longer tall and funnelled, but wide and short, with arms and legs of dust and debris, thrown out from its centre mass in the shape of horns. To the biped observing, it was becoming clear that this was no ordinary storm-if it was a storm at all.
The biped had observed enough of the storm and felt it was in no danger making its way down the plateau from the caves and on to the desert terrain. It did not take long for such an agile creature, bounding from rock to rock and fusing with the vegetative terrain on and off like a chameleon-blending in with its surroundings. This was no ordinary biped, it was a Digha. Those creatures with a natural ability to move through soil and rock with ease and at times displaying ghost like attributes.
Occasionally the Digha would stop, pause and look around like any cautious prey and then continue on its path. The Digha repeated this several times before almost reaching the base of the plateau. It nervously glanced around one more time before stepping on to the wasteland floor. As it travelled away from the safety of plateau rock, it realised the storm appeared different.
The Digha ran across the terrain at even pace, constantly watching the progress of the low level storm moving away from its direction. It instinctively new that it must conserve its energy, incase it needed to draw upon some inner strength to flee from a predator.
The Digha then stopped and trained its eyes on the approaching storm. The storm had changed direction and was now heading straight for it.
It knelt and thrust a hand downward into the ground, penetrating and fusing with a rock. Motionless it began to focus as if listening to vibrations trembling through its torso. It was doing more than this. It was analysing like a seismograph and to its amazement what it found shook fear into it. Apart from the howl of the wind it could translate the shrieking sounds of something more fearful, a predator hidden within the dust storm. It looked harder into the dust cloud and glimpsed the outline of its enemy, a Critgha.
The Digha began to run again, this time lengthening its stride, knowing that it needed to reach the safety of the few trees some distance away. It knew the trees would provide shelter and protection from the approaching storm and what was contained within it. It needed to run faster before being detected, before the predators realised it was defenceless out in the open.
The storm was now much closer which made it easier to see the rough outline of its enemy. Creatures about waist height to the Digha began pounding the floor in earnest and determination to reach its prey. They had scented fear from an great distance and were determined to get to it and relish the taste of the kill.
The storm predator’s quickened their pace and continued to move at an alarming pace towards the Digha. Leaders of the pack outpaced their brethren and broke clear from the pursuing pack. They were determined to be the first to pull the Digha down, before it could reach the safety of cover.
Food in the wastelands was hard to come by and these creatures were determined that today they would not starve. The leaders were now moving at such speed that they began to flank the Digha.
The Digha looked to its left and right and realised it was being overtaken despite the speed it was running at.
It now knew it would not be able to make the trees in time, but ran even harder, since it had no other option. The Digha took one last glance and looked behind it and then forward again. A Critgha leader of the pack had completely over taken the Digha and turned to face it. Realising this, the Digha immediately stopped in its tracks.
The main pack were still way off in the distance but gradually gaining ground, with the youngest of them struggling with the pace and slowing the pack down. The pack leaders, two in this case, however, had started to circle the Digha, trying to determine where to attack first. They screeched through the uppers of their mouths, gaping wide with razor sharp teeth and snapping jaws. Occasionally they would twist their heads in the direction of the closing pack to judge the distance and timing of their imminent arrival, because the pair knew, that in greater numbers a kill would be swift and decisive.
The Digha turned to glance at the approaching pack still hundreds of meters away and sensed if it did not do something drastic, its life would be at an end. There were a few clumps of trees, which may give it chance to reach the forest, it thought. The Digha began to run in one direction and then dart in another, attempting to fake moves so that it could reach one of the trees.
However the jaw snapping creatures were having none of it and rather than wait for pack, mounted a vicious attack. Each lunged forward in turn, with sharp hind claws pounding the ground and forward attacking claws raised and pointing at the Digha on each charge. The Digha fought back, punching, kicking and swinging its arms and legs and with immense strength continued to edge its way towards a solitary standing tree. One of the creatures rushed in close and with great speed raised its head and sunk its teeth into the Digha’s upper leg. The Digha yelled, crying out with a loud bass sound and like a giant ten times its size, but refused to fall to ground, for it new, if it did, it would spell its doom.
Ghana Comic Network – Dighas have many enemies that relish the nutrients found within their cells.
Critghas are vicious creatures with teeth to match.
A Digha has taken a wrong turning out from the safety of the forest and is now challenged by several Critghas.
The alien moonlight has shed some light on the ferocious attack and it does not seem that this Digha will see the light of day.
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