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Message: <blockquote data-quote="alsih2o" data-source="post: 895802" data-attributes="member: 4790">(dm's note: the party is all human, and few humans have ever seen anything other than humans. so the group is not an ignorant or inexperienced bunch, they are rping their little hearts out. Children of the Wood are one race of dwarves in my world.)Thabyra whispered to her companions "So, you know what he's talking about?"   "Completely lost" replied Kolindra  The Children of the Wood broke rank and approached as they sense the dialogue becoming a conversation rather than a questioning. The men stood around foot feet tall and had deeply tanned skin with a small ripple of lighter color that was more visible in broad daylight. They wore long beards, frequently hanging to their waists, and when they moved the slow sounds of the woods issued from their thick limbs.  Fin was feeling reassured and spoke loudly and clearly to the group “Good sir, what is ‘the landbearer’?”   Tavania locked her gaze on the strange men and tried to assess what they could be. Tales began to form in her mind that she could share when she was back at the home fires.   "Hilltopple owned many acres in this wood, he was one of the many halflings in this area" Responded Domme  “Halfling?” inquired Thabyra “The woman in the dream was a midget. Is a halfling a midget?”   Domme tried to explain, “Not a midget, a halfling, short peoples, and none too thick, and they have petty beards, but natural to the magics they are, to the last one."   Finn whispered to Kolindra “"Are they flesh and blood or made of wood or something?  The way the creak and groan"  Kolindra responded, “Clueless, I have no idea.”  Fin decided it was best to step in to the general conversation at this point. “so, uh, why did Hilltopple leave?”   “He and his have been missing for nearly 200 years” Domme explained  “200 years, and yet you speak if them as if they still live?” wondered Thabyra, feeling confused.   Domme showed the great patience of his people in his explanations, choosing his words carefully without hesitating for so long as to be seen pondering how much truth to reveal “Not everyone has your short span of years woman. My kind live for 500 years, if they do not come to frequently upon the Shokta."   Thabyra felt humbled, responding, “We know nothing of any but our own kind.”   “Why do you think Maissen sends you?” asked Domme, hoping to open Thabyras eyes to her goal    “To decrease the surplus population, I figured.” She replied, explaining “We're misfits.”   The core of the short men surrounding them laughed heartily, and her statements was repeated through the group in several dialects of a language none of the party recognized.  Drawn by her humor Domme decided these peoples were ones he could trust. Many had from Maissen had passed through the lands he belonged to. Most had been good people, of honorable intent, and he had a good intuitive sense for this group. He presented Thabyra with a stone saying “I take you in confidence, toss this stone and it shall always land towards mine" He held a similar stone in his hand, small and polished. By appearances alone one would give it no significance.</blockquote>

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