(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

As Dre returns with Xiao's bags -- it took a bit of translation before he gave any response to Xiao's request -- Kentaro takes care of some business in Orcish about the effects of the poison (stuns enemies briefly, is what the halflings said), and it seems that these answers ease his mind a little. He then turns back to Fendric, to answer his question.

Why? Ravast, do you think, perhaps, the smell of undead is coming off of this armor?

Kentaro shakes his head.

"It is not a scent like gets stuck to things. It comes from who you are or what you mean to do. Maybe what you will do. It is like how you can have a sense for a person... Only stronger, and not like that. I do not have a word for it. It is not very much like something I have encountered before."

Kyrr searches his mind for a moment, then comes up with an addition of his own.

"Stomach instinct. I have heard it called that."

Kentaro nods slightly, assuming he can confirm whatever it is his translator has said.

"But strong, very strong. It is a thing animals know well, but men forget when they learn words. It can be remembered."

His tone becomes slightly more stressed, and he looks toward all of the group for their own answers.

"Try to remember, and tell me, what is your instinct about the halflings who gave you poison? And the man who gave you the letters? And, try to remember, is there anyone who told you something which changed your path, who you had a bad instinct about? For men, words can be as strong as poison."

He holds up one of the vials to demonstrate, looking strongly at Niccolo, Nurthk and Xiao, perhaps uncomfortable with letting Fendric be their spokesman at this instant.
 

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Guilt Puppy said:
Kentaro shakes his head.

"It is not a scent like gets stuck to things. It comes from who you are or what you mean to do. Maybe what you will do. It is like how you can have a sense for a person... Only stronger, and not like that. I do not have a word for it. It is not very much like something I have encountered before."

Kyrr searches his mind for a moment, then comes up with an addition of his own.

"Stomach instinct. I have heard it called that."

Kentaro nods slightly, assuming he can confirm whatever it is his translator has said.

"But strong, very strong. It is a thing animals know well, but men forget when they learn words. It can be remembered."

Xiao opens his eyes at the wild mans words. the old scrolls talk of the taste of a man's fate. Others speak of the ability that animals have to smell it. Very old Honourable Uncle Wu said he had touched upon it once, and spent the rest of his life looking. Do these people have it?

Guilt Puppy said:
His tone becomes slightly more stressed, and he looks toward all of the group for their own answers.

"Try to remember, and tell me, what is your instinct about the halflings who gave you poison? And the man who gave you the letters? And, try to remember, is there anyone who told you something which changed your path, who you had a bad instinct about? For men, words can be as strong as poison."

He holds up one of the vials to demonstrate, looking strongly at Niccolo, Nurthk and Xiao, perhaps uncomfortable with letting Fendric be their spokesman at this instant.

"There is fortune teller. His words were .. subtle."
 

doghead said:
"There is fortune teller. His words were .. subtle."

"The fortune teller... that reminds me, I wasn't able to say at the time but now that there's an opportunity: When he was speaking of baby turtles fleeing the tides, its not correct, I've seen enough to know that when turtles are born they flee to water, not away from it. They're far too vulnerable to predators while on dry ground," Nurthk adds, "He was also the one who gave us directions to get here."
 
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Fendric looked on with interest, happy that others had entered the conversation, and happier yet that he was off the hook for a while. He stood, stretched his legs, covered a yawn, and sat back down, listening intently.
 

Festy_Dog said:
"The fortune teller... that reminds me, I wasn't able to say at the time but now that there's an opportunity: When he was speaking of baby turtles fleeing the tides, its not correct, I've seen enough to know that when turtles are born they flee to water, not away from it. They're far too vulnerable to predators while on dry ground," Nurthk adds, "He was also the one who gave us directions to get here."

"It is not normal for a creature to flee its element. You are wise to doubt this fortune teller." His eyes look to Xiao as much as Nurthk in this statement.

"You say he directed you here... Did he tell you to do anything else? Did he give you anything?"

A pause, another look amongst your numbers.

"And have any others left you with that feeling?"

(Oh, and dp, the "spokesman" bit was mostly an IC thing -- he wants more sources for something as vague as a "gut feeling," esp. considering Fendric strikes him as a bit hard-headed. The phrasing was a bit of an OOC "speak up, folks", mainly because I was worried some people might be feeling excluded from the discussion -- but no, it wasn't a "Shut up, dp"... :) )
 


OoC: Hard to get into the conversation when Niccolo is on thefunny fungus, but I'll try...

IC

His eyes bleary with feverish visions, Niccolo remembers something that the old Seer said 'The old Seer, he said...he said.."You shall encounter great uncertainty, and your wills shall all be tested true...,trying to keep pace toward your goals...You are like sea turtles trying to escape the tide... knowing that a moment stopped for breath will leave you to be swept away... Your short legs will not seem to carry you fast enough, trying to outrun the strides of giants. Something about, something......on a quest which is not your quest...you pursue a part at the expense of the whole...It distracts you -- it leads you down a path to all oblivion.


Sipping from his waterskin, Nicollo digs deep into his memory, trying to remember...

<Using Bardic Knowledge, if possible for anything relevant, Total Bonus is +9, rolled a 15, 24 result>
 

The ravast listens to Niccolo's description of the seer's words, nodding...

"Turtles have short legs -- not for walking. If the fortune man misleads you, then your place is back, where the tides are crashing."

He hands back the possessions he had been looking through, allowing you to return them to your proper place.

"The things you have been given are from good men, if all you've said is true. Without your magic, I would believe it was."

Kentaro stands, and motions for the others to stand as well. It is a rather sudden conclusion, but he seems certain enough.

"You should all rest now. I am glad that you gave us all time. I will return in the morning with a gift, if you still trust gifts."

They begin filing out, a few friendly goodbyes spoken to Nurthk, Raven and Orbril in Orcish...

(And hey look everybody, XP time! Here we go:

Fendric: 2415
Nurthk: 2335
Raven: 2280
Niccolo: 2255
Tonguez: 1750


Totals will be up in the OOC thread shortly.)
 


Guilt Puppy said:
They begin filing out, a few friendly goodbyes spoken to Nurthk, Raven and Orbril in Orcish...

Nurthk returns these farwells, smiling for the moment. Once they are gone though the smile fades, and his look of irritation returns.

"Raven," he says, a stern quality to his look and voice are apparent, "We need to talk."

Nurthk walks out, so as not to be within ear shot of the others, and waits for Raven to join him.
 

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