In the Third Month of the Six-Hundred and Sixty-Ninth Year since the Reception of the Law the winter snows recede and the pass between Vizmark and Westfold opens once more. It is the second year of the Reign of Teodore IV, the Pious and the young king continues to prioritize religious observance and pilgrimage. The vast sums spent in the coronation year are no more, but many grants have been made to a multitude of institutions.
One such institution is the Royal Society of Cartographers who have secured funding to travel to the Borderlands beyond Vizmark and create accurate maps of that wild place. They are only a dozen scholars strong at first and travel through the pass with the first caravan of the year.
Along with the Royal Mapmakers is the usual mass of wealthy pilgrims and desperate souls hoping to find a better life to the west or to escape some issues in the east. Among them is Drotik, with a fair sight more companions returning home than he had last Autumn when he left.
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Drotik
Not sure of Drotik is a caravan guard or thecaravan guard captain. If the, then he will drill them all until brigands run at the sight of their line.
As a caravan captain Drotik kept the guards active and alert, reporting to the ones where there had been logs felled last year, and an ambush was attempted. Notable in the guards was a baker's dozen of light infantry with very large shields and their equal number of heavy crossbowmen. They often got the order to form a line; spear, shield, and crossbow at the ready. When dismissed, though, the men and women laughed with each other and clapped everyone on the backs for a job well done.
Two merchant ladies, an elder named Varda and a younger named Maja, circulated amongst the pilgrims and cartographers alike. Asking of their travels and their plans, and pointing out the family's plan to bring good beer to the wilderness. One youthsome lad, taken with Maja's beauty and discounting her protestations of being newly wedded, found himself under a painful pile of angry guards. He eventually recovered enough to apologize profusely, and his family shared their remorse.
Not sure of Drotik is a caravan guard or thecaravan guard captain. If the, then he will drill them all until brigands run at the sight of their line.
As a caravan captain Drotik kept the guards active and alert, reporting to the ones where there had been logs felled last year, and an ambush was attempted. Notable in the guards was a baker's dozen of light infantry with very large shields and their equal number of heavy crossbowmen. They often got the order to form a line; spear, shield, and crossbow at the ready. When dismissed, though, the men and women laughed with each other and clapped everyone on the backs for a job well done.
Two merchant ladies, an elder named Varda and a younger named Maja, circulated amongst the pilgrims and cartographers alike. Asking of their travels and their plans, and pointing out the family's plan to bring good beer to the wilderness. One youthsome lad, taken with Maja's beauty and discounting her protestations of being newly wedded, found himself under a painful pile of angry guards. He eventually recovered enough to apologize profusely, and his family shared their remorse.
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Drotik has dozen professional soldiers and another dozen militiamen. That's more than enough for this caravan so he's the captain.
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Also travelling with the caravan is an elf clad in grey. Though "grey" does not do justice to a cloak which seems to contain every hue of stone or earth: with it wrapped close about him - for it is not warm so early in the year, and he seems not to love the cold - he seems often to blend into the background without any effort. The more especially as his footfalls are as soft as a cat's, and even the shirt of maille he wears on the road makes no more noise than leaves in the wind.
But though he makes almost no sound other than his voice, he uses that often, offering a polite but unfeigned interest in any of his travelling companions who respond to his conversation with openness, and in anything they wish to discuss about this region, its people, towns, customs... If that were not enough to mark him as a foreigner, he speaks Magar well but without the casual ease of a native, and with a marked accent.
His eyes are also grey, and grey, save for her bright red tail, is the bird that is rarely far from him and to which he not only speaks, in the musical elvish tongue, but not infrequently listens as she responds in the same language.
Earnan doesn't really need the protection of a well-guarded caravan - he would have little difficulty in giving the slip to almost any person or beast he did not wish to encounter - but it is pleasanter and far more interesting to travel in company. The captain of the guard is an especially interesting person, as it doesn't take very long to become apparent that unlike most of the group, he is very familiar with their destination. Earnan makes a particular point of being friendly to him - when Drotik is not busy drilling his men.
Earnan won't press if Drotik doesn't seem to welcome it, but he'll befriend him if he can.
But though he makes almost no sound other than his voice, he uses that often, offering a polite but unfeigned interest in any of his travelling companions who respond to his conversation with openness, and in anything they wish to discuss about this region, its people, towns, customs... If that were not enough to mark him as a foreigner, he speaks Magar well but without the casual ease of a native, and with a marked accent.
His eyes are also grey, and grey, save for her bright red tail, is the bird that is rarely far from him and to which he not only speaks, in the musical elvish tongue, but not infrequently listens as she responds in the same language.
Earnan doesn't really need the protection of a well-guarded caravan - he would have little difficulty in giving the slip to almost any person or beast he did not wish to encounter - but it is pleasanter and far more interesting to travel in company. The captain of the guard is an especially interesting person, as it doesn't take very long to become apparent that unlike most of the group, he is very familiar with their destination. Earnan makes a particular point of being friendly to him - when Drotik is not busy drilling his men.
Earnan won't press if Drotik doesn't seem to welcome it, but he'll befriend him if he can.
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My apologies for the delay in posting; my wife decided head-butting the corner of a steel door was on the agenda for today. 
She's okay, the door learned its lesson, and there are now lots of one-liners for her students...
Drotik
"Hello, Sir Elf." Drotik grinned as Earnan walked near. "I hope you are getting a little privacy and rest as we travel. Most folk haven't seen your kin, and often forget that curiosity of one can be a distraction to another."
Drotik did keep an eye out on everyone in the caravan, although he seemed a bit distrustful of the cartographers and a few of the "pilgrims" with coarse manners. "Many of last year's ocean of travelers wound up being brigands. They fell in with orcs and an evil priest and caused all sorts of trouble."
"Sir Jiho and the Margrave set things right, though." He shook his head sadly. "The logging camp...what those orcs and brigands did...those that lived paid with their lives. That's where Sir Rolton made his spurs, too! Knighted by the Margrave himself."
Drotik winked at Earnan as one of the caravan guards walked by. Lowering his voice, he added. "I like saying that. It's true, and by the Light of the Law it was a fierce fight. You have to talk about the good parts, you know? It helps you forget the terrors. The things we saw."
He shook off the memories and smiled again. "Depending on what you want, well, there's plenty to find. There are some of your kin in the woods to the north of the western road, I believe. Likely some in the wood to the south as well, but I've only hear of ones in the north. Hemia, that's our priestess, said her man Si-woo fought alongside Elves against wargs and orcs. They were doing a raid to see what all had taken over the logging camp, and wargs caught the scent of them. Si-woo and the humans, that is. Not sure your folk could be caught like that if you didn't want to. Anyway, there are those of your kin if you can find them. Lots of Dawi in Borderton and we have a few out at East Fort. If you're friends with the Ravenkin, they are at Raven's Well, naturally enough. That's a few days up the road past Borderton, and then Spring Keep, where the Abbot lives, is a week past that."
Grinning, Drotik added. "Unless you hook a left at Raven's Well and travel the ancient road to East Fort. That's where I and mine are headed."
It's a long trip over the pass and Drotik is happy to chat when there's time. He can answer a lot of questions, and perhaps get Earnan caught up on events (things in the threads). It's very obvious that he's very loyal to Sir Jiho, and the Margrave gets Drotik's support since Sir Jiho got off his deathbed to help the Margrave.
She's okay, the door learned its lesson, and there are now lots of one-liners for her students...Drotik
"Hello, Sir Elf." Drotik grinned as Earnan walked near. "I hope you are getting a little privacy and rest as we travel. Most folk haven't seen your kin, and often forget that curiosity of one can be a distraction to another."
Drotik did keep an eye out on everyone in the caravan, although he seemed a bit distrustful of the cartographers and a few of the "pilgrims" with coarse manners. "Many of last year's ocean of travelers wound up being brigands. They fell in with orcs and an evil priest and caused all sorts of trouble."
"Sir Jiho and the Margrave set things right, though." He shook his head sadly. "The logging camp...what those orcs and brigands did...those that lived paid with their lives. That's where Sir Rolton made his spurs, too! Knighted by the Margrave himself."
Drotik winked at Earnan as one of the caravan guards walked by. Lowering his voice, he added. "I like saying that. It's true, and by the Light of the Law it was a fierce fight. You have to talk about the good parts, you know? It helps you forget the terrors. The things we saw."
He shook off the memories and smiled again. "Depending on what you want, well, there's plenty to find. There are some of your kin in the woods to the north of the western road, I believe. Likely some in the wood to the south as well, but I've only hear of ones in the north. Hemia, that's our priestess, said her man Si-woo fought alongside Elves against wargs and orcs. They were doing a raid to see what all had taken over the logging camp, and wargs caught the scent of them. Si-woo and the humans, that is. Not sure your folk could be caught like that if you didn't want to. Anyway, there are those of your kin if you can find them. Lots of Dawi in Borderton and we have a few out at East Fort. If you're friends with the Ravenkin, they are at Raven's Well, naturally enough. That's a few days up the road past Borderton, and then Spring Keep, where the Abbot lives, is a week past that."
Grinning, Drotik added. "Unless you hook a left at Raven's Well and travel the ancient road to East Fort. That's where I and mine are headed."
It's a long trip over the pass and Drotik is happy to chat when there's time. He can answer a lot of questions, and perhaps get Earnan caught up on events (things in the threads). It's very obvious that he's very loyal to Sir Jiho, and the Margrave gets Drotik's support since Sir Jiho got off his deathbed to help the Margrave.
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I'm glad she's alright. And I'm pretty sure I took longer to post than you did to reply. (Time zones are a bitch.)
"I have been travelling alone for a while," Earnan replies, "So truly I am glad of company. And if your folk are curious about me I cannot begrudge it, for so am I about them."
"Orcs, they are a blight on the world," the elf says emphatically. "I hope you have no such trouble this year - though you seem ready for anything."
"In truth, I am not seeking any thing in particular," he explains. "We may stay at Borderton or we may not, if the road calls. I should think Eithlin," he indicates the parrot, currently perched on his shoulder. She cocks her head at the sound of her name, "will like to visit this Raven's Well: the feathered folk do not dwell in our homeland, and she is somewhat intrigued by them."
Drotik is a cheerful companion and seems willing to talk and answer questions, and as the miles pass, Earnan learns a good deal about how eventful the Borderlands have been. This does not dissuade him from intending to spend some time in them.
"I have been travelling alone for a while," Earnan replies, "So truly I am glad of company. And if your folk are curious about me I cannot begrudge it, for so am I about them."
"Orcs, they are a blight on the world," the elf says emphatically. "I hope you have no such trouble this year - though you seem ready for anything."
"In truth, I am not seeking any thing in particular," he explains. "We may stay at Borderton or we may not, if the road calls. I should think Eithlin," he indicates the parrot, currently perched on his shoulder. She cocks her head at the sound of her name, "will like to visit this Raven's Well: the feathered folk do not dwell in our homeland, and she is somewhat intrigued by them."
Drotik is a cheerful companion and seems willing to talk and answer questions, and as the miles pass, Earnan learns a good deal about how eventful the Borderlands have been. This does not dissuade him from intending to spend some time in them.
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Journey time [_6d6]=(4+5+3+5+1+3)=21 There are no unexpected delays so you arrive in Borderton after three weeks.
Morwen is at Ravenswell.
Jing Jiho is at Eastfort getting ready for spring adventure.
I assume Morwen will join Drotik when he passes through. It will take 3 days to reach Ravenswell from Borderton.
Morwen is at Ravenswell.
Jing Jiho is at Eastfort getting ready for spring adventure.
I assume Morwen will join Drotik when he passes through. It will take 3 days to reach Ravenswell from Borderton.
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Drotik
Drotik will sort the caravan out at Borderton and organize those who are heading to Raven's Well and points beyond. he does find Earnan and offers to do the introductions at Raven's Well, if desired.
Drotik will sort the caravan out at Borderton and organize those who are heading to Raven's Well and points beyond. he does find Earnan and offers to do the introductions at Raven's Well, if desired.
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Earnan thanks Drotik and gladly accepts the offer, as he has decided to continue at least that far.
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We can probably get Roobeastie to tell us about Raven's Well and Morwen now, unless scarik wants to intro Borderton.
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Borderton
The last town before the Borderlands stretch out for hundreds of miles to the west. It is growing rapidly with all the travelers in the past year but it is still small compared to its sister, Westwood, on the other side of the mountain pass. But after three weeks in the high mountains, dealing with scree and deadfalls and suddenly overflowing mountain streams the small town nestled at the edge of the foothills is a welcome sight. It is rougher in every way than the towns back west but it has more than its share of skilled artisans and purveyors of goods.
Earnan is perhaps pleased to see that there is a trader in exotic animals named Kuon the Southron whose accent the Elf can identify as being from Zahar, the great desert realm between here and his homeland further south. The man even has a camel that he calls Kamal.
Borderton is the last place to truly outfit an expedition or to find anything that isn't a bare necessity. The pilgrims will take a few days to rest and then the yearly First Pilgrimage ceremony will commence and see the Margrave lead those priveleged to be here for it all the way to Springkeep. Plenty of the people who came through the pass are not pilgrims though and begin looking for somewhere to drink and find work.
And they are in luck so long as they do not shirk from hard labor or danger. Several groups have formed to adventure into the nearby wilderness after rumors of Orcs and other foul creatures whose treasures can be liberated. As it was last year those with a soldierly bent and an acceptable look are taken on as guards for the pilgrim caravans.
You have the day to refit and be ready for Drotik to lead his group of 80ish souls further west.
The last town before the Borderlands stretch out for hundreds of miles to the west. It is growing rapidly with all the travelers in the past year but it is still small compared to its sister, Westwood, on the other side of the mountain pass. But after three weeks in the high mountains, dealing with scree and deadfalls and suddenly overflowing mountain streams the small town nestled at the edge of the foothills is a welcome sight. It is rougher in every way than the towns back west but it has more than its share of skilled artisans and purveyors of goods.
Earnan is perhaps pleased to see that there is a trader in exotic animals named Kuon the Southron whose accent the Elf can identify as being from Zahar, the great desert realm between here and his homeland further south. The man even has a camel that he calls Kamal.
Borderton is the last place to truly outfit an expedition or to find anything that isn't a bare necessity. The pilgrims will take a few days to rest and then the yearly First Pilgrimage ceremony will commence and see the Margrave lead those priveleged to be here for it all the way to Springkeep. Plenty of the people who came through the pass are not pilgrims though and begin looking for somewhere to drink and find work.
And they are in luck so long as they do not shirk from hard labor or danger. Several groups have formed to adventure into the nearby wilderness after rumors of Orcs and other foul creatures whose treasures can be liberated. As it was last year those with a soldierly bent and an acceptable look are taken on as guards for the pilgrim caravans.
You have the day to refit and be ready for Drotik to lead his group of 80ish souls further west.
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Earnan's gear is in good order and he needs little that he will not be able to forage on the way, so he is not in too much of a hurry as he explores the border town.
He feels Eithlin suddenly launch herself from his shoulder. When he turns to see where she is going, he spies a cage hanging up in a trader's display, with none other than a parrot in it. It is a green bird, not a grey parrot of Eithlin's kind, but it has still caught her eye. He follows, to find her chattering to her caged cousin - in birdcalls, with only the occasional Eltharin word mixed in - and attracting the attention of the keeper of the shop.
"Is that your bird?" he asks as he sees Earnan.
"She is my companion," he answers, and introduces the two of them. The animal-trader gives his own name as Kuon, and the green parrot is not the only beast in his inventory that is familiar to Earnan. He is fond of animals, as most elves, and most often they of him too - less fond of seeing them caged or chained, but it it plain that Kuon cares for his creatures even though they are first and foremost his wares. "I'm not looking to buy," he warns, not wishing to waste the man's time, "Eithlin would come over to see your bird. I had not expected to meet anyone here from the South."
Forgive me if I'm going to far or not far enough with NPCs: I'm still finding my way with the etiquette in this game. I didn't want to assume his reaction since there's a mechanic for that.
I'm just killing time really as I'm not desirous of acquiring any more animals at present (just spell reagents - I may have misread what you were saying about that the other day, and I definitely need some. Still have no idea what's a normal amount, but since I only have 5s to spend there's only so much of a decision to make.)
There's nothing particular else I want to do in Borderton unless I get the chance to introduce myself to anyone else of the party (meaning Morwen, probably, if Roo wants to.)
He feels Eithlin suddenly launch herself from his shoulder. When he turns to see where she is going, he spies a cage hanging up in a trader's display, with none other than a parrot in it. It is a green bird, not a grey parrot of Eithlin's kind, but it has still caught her eye. He follows, to find her chattering to her caged cousin - in birdcalls, with only the occasional Eltharin word mixed in - and attracting the attention of the keeper of the shop.
"Is that your bird?" he asks as he sees Earnan.
"She is my companion," he answers, and introduces the two of them. The animal-trader gives his own name as Kuon, and the green parrot is not the only beast in his inventory that is familiar to Earnan. He is fond of animals, as most elves, and most often they of him too - less fond of seeing them caged or chained, but it it plain that Kuon cares for his creatures even though they are first and foremost his wares. "I'm not looking to buy," he warns, not wishing to waste the man's time, "Eithlin would come over to see your bird. I had not expected to meet anyone here from the South."
Forgive me if I'm going to far or not far enough with NPCs: I'm still finding my way with the etiquette in this game. I didn't want to assume his reaction since there's a mechanic for that.
I'm just killing time really as I'm not desirous of acquiring any more animals at present (just spell reagents - I may have misread what you were saying about that the other day, and I definitely need some. Still have no idea what's a normal amount, but since I only have 5s to spend there's only so much of a decision to make.)
There's nothing particular else I want to do in Borderton unless I get the chance to introduce myself to anyone else of the party (meaning Morwen, probably, if Roo wants to.)
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Morwen is in your next stop. So ill just move you along.
Drotik's caravan with Earnan along leaves Borderton at Dawn. They are slow and want to get away before the roads get clogged up.
West of the mountains the snow still lies heavy on the ground save where the first spring streams begin to break through and so it is dreadfully cold. And to make things less pleasant when the sun rises it is obscured by the everpresent mists until past noon. Even when it warms up it is hard to clear as the rays of the sun merely force the snow to mist up more fiercely.
So they are forced to stop short of the tower by the forest and make camp by the road. They gather together and build the fires as high as they can manage to drive the cold back the best they can.
The night passes with the howling of wolves a constant from the northern forest. It makes it hard for most of the folk to sleep, especially the children, and the soldiers are nervous.
The second day is much the same and so is the third but at least they reach Ravenswell and can find some small shelter in by circling their carts and hanging curtains to block the wind in the open space beneath the tower.
The Ravenfolk are as friendly and curious as always and happy to trade firewood for stories from the east.
Morwen will have to decide just how hospitable to be.
Drotik's caravan with Earnan along leaves Borderton at Dawn. They are slow and want to get away before the roads get clogged up.
West of the mountains the snow still lies heavy on the ground save where the first spring streams begin to break through and so it is dreadfully cold. And to make things less pleasant when the sun rises it is obscured by the everpresent mists until past noon. Even when it warms up it is hard to clear as the rays of the sun merely force the snow to mist up more fiercely.
So they are forced to stop short of the tower by the forest and make camp by the road. They gather together and build the fires as high as they can manage to drive the cold back the best they can.
The night passes with the howling of wolves a constant from the northern forest. It makes it hard for most of the folk to sleep, especially the children, and the soldiers are nervous.
The second day is much the same and so is the third but at least they reach Ravenswell and can find some small shelter in by circling their carts and hanging curtains to block the wind in the open space beneath the tower.
The Ravenfolk are as friendly and curious as always and happy to trade firewood for stories from the east.
Morwen will have to decide just how hospitable to be.
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If she starts muttering about not enough servants, Drotik and families will quickly exit Stage Left.
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…that makes a lot more sense than her being in Borderton. I must’ve read read a previous post when I was tired to get the idea that she was coming back to Ravenswell with the caravan rather than joining us there.
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Re: Watchfort Reclamation Continued, Spring 669.
Morwen
Upon hearing that travelers were in Ravenswell, Morwen decided to do her part in welcoming them and seeing if they had a need for anything. Making her way to where the newcomers were camped, Morwen spotted Drotik and approached with a typical - albeit disquieting - smile on her beak. "Hail and well-met, what brings you and yours to Ravenswell?"
Taking a look around to see if anyone stood out in the crowd as interesting, Morwen spoke quietly. "Feel free to make yourselves comfortable, and please do not hesitate to ask anyone here if you have any questions." As she said this, Morwen made sure to catch the eye of as many of her kin which were out and about. "Let's all make sure that Drotik and those with him have a peaceful time here."
Chatting with Drotik, Morwen gestured to her flock. "Do me a favor, and bring our guests more firewood. And if you have any seeds or other palatable foods to share, don't be afraid to share. We're all friends here." Noticing the elf hanging around the group, she asks one of her apprentices to check if the elves that have been staying there recently might know the newcomer.
Upon hearing that travelers were in Ravenswell, Morwen decided to do her part in welcoming them and seeing if they had a need for anything. Making her way to where the newcomers were camped, Morwen spotted Drotik and approached with a typical - albeit disquieting - smile on her beak. "Hail and well-met, what brings you and yours to Ravenswell?"
Taking a look around to see if anyone stood out in the crowd as interesting, Morwen spoke quietly. "Feel free to make yourselves comfortable, and please do not hesitate to ask anyone here if you have any questions." As she said this, Morwen made sure to catch the eye of as many of her kin which were out and about. "Let's all make sure that Drotik and those with him have a peaceful time here."
Chatting with Drotik, Morwen gestured to her flock. "Do me a favor, and bring our guests more firewood. And if you have any seeds or other palatable foods to share, don't be afraid to share. We're all friends here." Noticing the elf hanging around the group, she asks one of her apprentices to check if the elves that have been staying there recently might know the newcomer.
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Drotik
"Thank you, Friend Morwen," Drotik said, using his lord's name for the Ravenkin. "Everyone has had a day at Borderton to refit from the journey through the pass. Here, though, is someone I promised to introduce to you. He has traveled with us for a while and is interested in meeting you and your people."
Waving Earnan over, Drotik added. "This gentle elf is Earnan, and his companion Eithlin. Sir, this is Morwen; the Master of Raven's Well and friend to my lord Sir Jiho."
"Thank you, Friend Morwen," Drotik said, using his lord's name for the Ravenkin. "Everyone has had a day at Borderton to refit from the journey through the pass. Here, though, is someone I promised to introduce to you. He has traveled with us for a while and is interested in meeting you and your people."
Waving Earnan over, Drotik added. "This gentle elf is Earnan, and his companion Eithlin. Sir, this is Morwen; the Master of Raven's Well and friend to my lord Sir Jiho."
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Earnan
"Greetings, Friend Morwen," Earnan says, using the same mode of address that Drotik had. "Thank you kindly for your hospitality."
As he had predicted, Eithlin is excited. They have encountered Ravenkin before in their travels, but not often or for long enough for the bird to grow accustomed to them. She knows well how to respond to birds or to the majority of people, but people who resemble birds are a fascinating puzzle to her. She alights close to Morwen and attempts to greet her with a garbled mix of birdcall - both her own whistles and a very passable imitation of a raven's croak - and speech. Though most of the words she knows are Eltharin, which Earnan supposes is unlikely to be much more comprehensible to the Ravenkin than parrot-calls. "Be mannerly," Earnan prompts her in Magar, and she responds with a polite greeting in the correct language.
"Please forgive my friend her excitement. She has no more than a little child's understanding, and we are both of us travellers from afar, still learning about these lands and their folk."
"Greetings, Friend Morwen," Earnan says, using the same mode of address that Drotik had. "Thank you kindly for your hospitality."
As he had predicted, Eithlin is excited. They have encountered Ravenkin before in their travels, but not often or for long enough for the bird to grow accustomed to them. She knows well how to respond to birds or to the majority of people, but people who resemble birds are a fascinating puzzle to her. She alights close to Morwen and attempts to greet her with a garbled mix of birdcall - both her own whistles and a very passable imitation of a raven's croak - and speech. Though most of the words she knows are Eltharin, which Earnan supposes is unlikely to be much more comprehensible to the Ravenkin than parrot-calls. "Be mannerly," Earnan prompts her in Magar, and she responds with a polite greeting in the correct language.
"Please forgive my friend her excitement. She has no more than a little child's understanding, and we are both of us travellers from afar, still learning about these lands and their folk."
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The elves have become accustomed to the mass of travelers who pass through Ravenswell. Just being the first major group of the year isn’t very interesting but Elven visitor and a talking parrot are finally enough to draw Aedaen Halfelven away from his warm retreat.
So when Morrig hops over to inquire she finds Aedaen is already coming out to see who the stranger is. “I’ve never heard of anyone with such an odd bird before. He must be from far away.”
With his color shifting cloak always matching the background and his supple boots muffling every step he easily approaches the group without much notice.
Aedaen Reaction [2d6]=8
Its when his lynx companion appears beside him that people notice. The big cat's trill at the sight of a new bird gets Earnan's attention. The cat excitedly flicks it's tail and watches but stays sitting by its master's side.
"Welcome, traveller," he's says in perfect, native Elvish. "I can see you have come far, please be at ease by our fire."
So when Morrig hops over to inquire she finds Aedaen is already coming out to see who the stranger is. “I’ve never heard of anyone with such an odd bird before. He must be from far away.”
With his color shifting cloak always matching the background and his supple boots muffling every step he easily approaches the group without much notice.
Aedaen Reaction [2d6]=8
Its when his lynx companion appears beside him that people notice. The big cat's trill at the sight of a new bird gets Earnan's attention. The cat excitedly flicks it's tail and watches but stays sitting by its master's side.
"Welcome, traveller," he's says in perfect, native Elvish. "I can see you have come far, please be at ease by our fire."
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Earnan
Eithlin takes to the air with a screech of alarm and a flurry of frantic wings, and alights on a high vantage point from where she watches the predator anxiously.
“Gladly,” Earnan says in that tongue. He takes leave of Morwen and Drotik, and coaxes a reluctant parrot back to his shoulder.
“Indeed, my home is beyond the southern sea,” he says as Aedaen and he walk away. “But on this latest journey I have only come from beyond the mountains.”
He is happy to answer any questions Aedaen or the other elves have about his home or travels, and has just as much interest in their homeland to the west.
Eithlin takes to the air with a screech of alarm and a flurry of frantic wings, and alights on a high vantage point from where she watches the predator anxiously.
“Gladly,” Earnan says in that tongue. He takes leave of Morwen and Drotik, and coaxes a reluctant parrot back to his shoulder.
“Indeed, my home is beyond the southern sea,” he says as Aedaen and he walk away. “But on this latest journey I have only come from beyond the mountains.”
He is happy to answer any questions Aedaen or the other elves have about his home or travels, and has just as much interest in their homeland to the west.