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    Jaaba


    It was a beautiful morning in Jaaba's swamp the sun was just barely winking over the horizon and the dense fog began to roll from the waters. Birds began calling and a slight breeze started to blow with the sweet smell of magnolia blossom and honeysuckle vines.He had spent the last few weeks of winter trapping and processing skins and other products getting them ready to sale. When all was said and done he had a few bundles of furs, reptile skins and barrels of crawdads and blue crab even a few pet magpies for trading.

    Once his river sloop was all loaded up he casted off his dock and started for town (where ever town would be). He guided his boat through the main channel in an easy coasting along the current. Passing by the witch he debated ducking and hiding somewhere or just hearing her out today but considering he had no where to hid in his boat he listened as she came out shouting "Your croc ate another one of my goats!"

    Shouting back at the witch Jaaba said "He aint my croc he belongen to da swamp! and ifen you can catch'em He be all yours!"

    Stepping out of her hollow sycamore log she hurled a cast iron pan at him. She actually had enough strength to almost reach the boat. The pan splashed and skipped and hit the side of it with a ~thwack~ sound. Piking the pan out of the water before it sank Jaaba hollered "I bring dit back t'ya in a day or two." and drifted farther down the river.

    The sun was almost at mid day when he finally started seeing signs of civilization and finally got to a place where he could dock and start plying his trade with a near by caravan and chat with people.

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    Jaaba


    As he began to unload his wares he began to sing.

    "Back in da country where I was born, Be a little hill side farm where my pa raised six kids and one of'm was me!" His singing was gawd awful loud and out of rhythm but he didn't give one rip.

    He put a bale of furs down and gave this equally horrible jig before jumping back onto his boat. He followed this up with another line of the song "In da fall when da fields got white we'd start picken cotton bout day light! an on Saturday Pa'd take em t' town!"

    A barrel was unloaded from his boat and placed on the docks and another goofy jig as he balanced on the outrigger of his boat. As the crowd gathered he finished the first refrain "And 'long 'bout dark when evr' ting was still we could tell it was Pa comin down da hill cause he'd rare back and sound of sumtin like dis"

    He breathed a deep breath and puffed out his chest like a rooster and at near the top of his lungs he began to ...howl? "Eeerrrrree WeeeeeOooooooo AAAA Hahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"

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    I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you...

    Janjak Damedi Samballa Beaumont, or simply “Waxworks” at this particular port, had started the day with every intention of being on the docks with his usual crooked grin, when his associate arrived. The road to ruin is paved with good intentions. Janjak had arrived earlier than expected, and had waited patiently at first, and then less patiently. It was his damn day off, he wasn’t going to spend the whole day on a dock just to make a grand entrance!

    Janjak had decided he could burn a little time by joining a friendly game of dice he knew was going on in town. Several dice rolls and a rollercoaster ride of luck later, Janjak was asleep in the bar smelling strongly of alcohol but no poorer than he had started out, with dice stuck up his nostrils and some earrings hanging from his hat.

    Janjak awoke with a snort that fired both dice from his nostrils and sent them tumbling across the table. Coincidentally, they both landed on 6. Janjak had been roused from his unconsciousness by the distant yowling at the docks. While his head hurt a little from a slight hangover, he had dealt with worse… much… much worse. Janjak recognized the caterwauling right away and stumbled to his feet.

    The half-fae witchdoctor straightened his coat of many pockets, and pulled the earrings out of his tophat and left a few on the table to serve as a trade for the rest, before shoving the rest in to one of the many pockets. Janjak grabbed his ornate walking stick and headed out into the light of day, squinting against the light of the sun. Using his hand to shield his eyes, Janjak looked towards the docks, and sure enough there was Jaaba, drawing a crowd as he unloaded his boat.

    Janjak smirked and strode over to where the crowd was gathered. Using his small size to his advantage he managed to find his way to the front quite easily and called out to the other man. ”Eh Bruddah! Ya gon ta waek da dead wit all dat wailin a ya’s! Did ya come here ta break mah eayas or did ya come ta do some tradein’?” Through his teasing words he maintained his crooked grin, aware that his aquaintence would know his barbs were all in fun. ”Did ya bring anyting good ta show ol Janjak?” He added at the end, as his eyes darted from the bales of furs to the boat hoping to spy some interesting critters, useful animals, rare herbs and other oddities that might be of use to him. Maybe even one of those tamed Magpies he’d seen before...
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    Jaaba


    People had already started to break apart the bales looking through them to find the furs they wanted. Mostly it was muskrat hides but a few mink were tossed in for presentation. There were plenty of snake skins mostly cotton mouth hides but a few boa constrictor skins too. But what every one wanted to see and what really was Jaaba's spring time bread and butter was the bale of Alligator hides. The thick dark green hides stretched and tanned expertly seemed to glisten in the sun light. Even a few nobles were vying for position to get a good deal on the alligator hides.

    Looking up at the hung over witch doctor Jaaba laughed "Wake da dead my tail! Did wake you up tho..." The first barrel Jaaba presented was of rodent organs mixed with vinegar. "Got some good ol catfish bait for ya. Day love da smell of it." Jaaba opened up another barrel leaving the catfish bait for people to measure out for them selves and another. Finally Jaaba presented another barrel this time it had one live snake withering around in the bottom of it.

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    "Dis be somtin special I caught. Dey don't like da swamp much." Reaching in he grabbed the snake just behind its head and let it coil around his arm showing it off to Janjak
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    Waxworks
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    I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you...

    Janjak was uninterested in the furs that the masses were rifleling through, and knew more than enough woodsmen to get what he needed elsewhere. When he dealt with Jaaba it was for the interesting company and finds more specific to the swamp dweller's specific swamp region. Having grown up in a swam himself, he knew enough to swat away some noble's official purchaser's hand when they tried to take an alligator skin he had casually rested his cane on. Janjak knew quality when you saw it, and knew a guy in boots that owed him more than one favor.

    The rank smell of catfish bait was not much worse than tallow for candles, so his large and crooked nose was not exactly offended by it; but certainly wasn't pleased either. He crinkled his face a little and stepped to the side so fishermen could get at the bait. That was not his game.

    Finally, as Jaaba dealt with customers going mad like they'd never seen an alligator skin before, the swamp merchant had a moment to get to something more interesting. Janjak's crooked grin grew wider in anticipation of something truly interesting, when Jaaba brought out a barrel for him to look at. However he was a bit let down when all that was inside was a snake not indigenous to the area.

    The witchdoctor frowned at the snake while Jaaba showed it off before commenting "Bruddah, I can pull a ting liek dat outta my eah. Unless ya taught it some tricks it aint notin ol Janjak be interested in. Don'tcha ya got some o dem tasty turtles ya been tellin ol Janjak about before? Or any o dem big tortise wit da nsateh jaws? I been eyein some o ya trained Magpies last time ya come round..." Janjak urged the swamp man to show him the good stuff, if he'd brought such things down this time. There'd been some strange unnatural herbs he'd drawn pictures of and asked him to look out for as well; but Janjak had made a point not to get his hopes up that Jaaba would have been able to find them in his particular swamp.
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    Jaaba


    Jaaba couldn't help but laugh at the bone shaker as he placed the king snake back into the barrel. "I got yer funny looken weeds fer ya." He reached into a bin and pulled out a small satchel filled with the strange looking and funny smelling weeds plants, roots and mushrooms. "Da turtles still be growin. Given till d'end of da season b'fer ya eat em."

    To that end Jaaba pulled out a tub full of salt. Brushing the salt around a bit revealed long thick chunks of snake meat, alligator tail and even salted filets of fish. "Take yer pick, dis been fresh caught n' salted." As he pulled out the last of his wears Jaab reached under the bench of his boat grabbed a flask of red liquid and tossed it to the Witch Doctor. "By d way. Da crazy witch told me t' give ya dis." It smelled powerfully of blood and moon shine mostly moon shine. "What eveah dat stuff is probably make ya go blind." Jaaba mentioned as he began taking coin for the furs and other wears he was pedaling.
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    I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you...

    Janjak decided that since the swamp dwelling man kept avoiding answering about any of his trained magpies, he must not have any, and felt slightly disappointed. He’d rather liked the idea of one of the trained birds being able to find loose change and other things, and willing to trade them for bits of seed.

    The witchdoctor was pleased, however, to see his requests had been met. When he was handed the bag he opened it and began taking stock of what exactly he’d gotten, and was surprised to see Jaaba had actually managed to find all of the rare plant life he had been after. Janjak smirked and closed the bag when the swamp trader laid out the meat cuts. Janjak was eyeing a prime cut of snake when Jaaba handed him the red bottle. His appetite was immediately lost.

    Janjak took it with a look of disdain as if the thing might bite him. ”Ugh, dat mad ol’ bat be actin like I don’ know what dis is. Ya couldn’t get meh ta drink dis if it mean’t eternal life. It’s a love curse, and ya don even wan to know why it be red, bruddah.” Janjak pocketed the thing anyway. You never knew when something that foul would come in handy as a weapon.

    Turning back to Jaaba he indicated the bag as he spoke ”If dis all ya got ta interest me wit today, den what day a wan from me dis time? A tale, a trick, a drink, a game, some candles, a trinket from someplace far off, or some borin’ ol’ coin?”
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