Dungeon of the Fire Opal, part 4

[reapersaurus]

"OK I understand. Your people call themselves the Bahyeeowernames. Funny name for a race, by hey, whatever you people prefer is fine by me."

"We do have a name for uppity elves who take up the blade, tho ; we call them dumfuccan'tfightbleedlots, but that's just an orc term...

Tell ya what - I'll open the door, and you rush in and secure the room, eh, Ivellios?

We'll be right behind ya."

 

[Taz]

“I would need more time to decipher these writings, but they are clearly of arcane nature. What about you, Jalon, could you identify the spells on these scrolls?”

Taz then looks around, with a questioning look. “Where to next?”

 

[CRGreathouse]

Taz then looks around, with a questioning look. “Where to next?”

Kytess positions herself in front of the door with her back to it. Folding her arms, she says:

"We're waiting for this matter to work itself out. When we go through this door, we'll go through together, or not at all."

"We've risked our lives through infighting, and I'm not going to let it continue. We need Ubaar and Ivellios to stop fighting, and we need order in the group: we're leaderless."

Kytess' slender form shows no intention of moving out of the way of her companions until the matter's finished.

 

[Taz]

Taz shrugs. “Yeah guys, sort it out!”

She then leans onto a nearby wall, petting Sheela.

 

[reapersaurus]

"We've risked our lives through infighting, and I'm not going to let it continue. We need Ubaar and Ivellios to stop fighting, and we need order in the group: we're leaderless."

Kytess' slender form shows no intention of moving out of the way of her companions until the matter's finished.

"Ubaar wouldn't mind not fighting sometimes, but sometimes there's just no way to stop fighting ;
you stop fighting, you die or get run over.

Life makes you fight - it's brutal, and short.
Only the strong survive, and the weak only provide a target for those strong ones who would seek to crush or enslave them.

That's who _I_ fight - the strong, who look to take over other people by force.
Followers of ol One-Eye are really bad at that, which is why I've fought them.
That's also partly why I had to leave from the North - too many close-minded One-Eye followers who used their beliefs as excuses to do anything they wanted."

Ubaar takes a brief pause before continuing.

"It's too bad that even down south, Ubaar still finds people - not only orcs - who use their religion as an excuse for close-mindedness."

Ubaar looks pointedly at Ivellios.

"As for fighting with ourselves, well..... what are friends for?
Me and my tribemates used to fight all da time!
Plus, if anyone evar really got hurt, they could get healed.
It sometimes left scars, but dat's cool.

How else you get ready for someone who REALLY wants to hurt you?

When we done fighting, tho, we used to celebrate, which Ivellios doesn't seem too fond of...
Too bad.

About needing order - Why we need leader?"

 

[reapersaurus]

Taz shrugs. “Yeah guys, sort it out!”

"You stay outta this, shrimp!

I really don't know why you're here - i thought you knew magic, and sneaky-stuff, but if you can't even read this magic?

what good are you?"

 

[Doppleganger]

Kytess: "We need Ubaar and Ivellios to stop fighting, and we need order in the group: we're leaderless"

Ivellios looks confused, "Nobody here's fighting each other little girlie, there's nothing for you to be frightened of. We've got a dungeon to clear out, so quit your stalling and let's get going."

He then points in Jalon's direction, "We already have a leader, it's the priest."

Ubaar: "Tell ya what - I'll open the door, and you rush in and secure the room, eh, Ivellios?"

"Sounds good to me, I'm not scared. Kick open the door and I'll clear the room."

 

[CRGreathouse]

"You stay outta this, shrimp!

I really don't know why you're here - i thought you knew magic, and sneaky-stuff, but if you can't even read this magic?

Looking exasperated, Kytess turns to Ubaar. "Ubaar!"

Kytess' voice sounds shrill in her own ears. She wishes that she was anywhere but here. Why won't that priest take care of this, especially if he thinks he's the leader?

 

[Jalon Odessa]

Jalon sheathes his blade and folds his arms across his chest, mirroring Kytess' stance. In a gruff, authoritarian voice he addresses the companions -

'Ubaar, Ivellios! You will cease such matters immediately, or by Tyr's name you will can both go back to town and resolve your differences there. Your bickering is doing nothing but endangering all of our lives.'

Casting a baleful glance towards the elven warrior, Jalon continues.

'Listen, Ivellios - despite his appearance, Ubaar has done naught to earn this ire, other than his heritage. Should we hold him accountable for something over which he had no choice?

I couldn't care less what's done in the Cold Woods - you're in a civilised society now, and so help me you'll act in a civilised fashion, or Tyr help me you will face the consequences. Your tribe's customs have no bearing here. You shall judge Ubaar - and all of us - on our character, rather than our appearance - or you too will face our judgement.'

Calming himself somehwat, Jalon continues.

'Although personally I'd had little experience with those of orcish blood in the past, I shall not burden Ubaar with shame simply due to my own ignorance. Ubaar has proven himself to be a brave, wise and formidable warrior - if he can be used as an example of his people, then they should all be worthy of our respect, rather than our scorn.'

The priest's grim expression remains unchanged, as he looks Ivellios over -

'So what will it be, elf - will you forget this bitterness and continue with us, or will you hold onto this ancient, baseless grudge and forego your place in our group? I will not stand by and watch your ignorance endanger our lives in the future.'

 

[Jalon Odessa]

"You stay outta this, shrimp!

I really don't know why you're here - i thought you knew magic, and sneaky-stuff, but if you can't even read this magic?

what good are you?"

Jalon then turns his attention towards Ubaar, in response to his outburst -

'Perhaps I judged your character too kindly, Ubaar? I understand that your patience has been tried of late, but do not take out your frustrations on Taz, and forego all of the respect that you have earned. You know as well as I do that Taz has been an integral member of our party since the beginning, and we all owe gratitude to her for bringing such unique skills to our group, which is otherwise unused to the ways of magic.

'You said it yourself - all members of the tribe bring different strengths to the table... keep in mind that this is not always physical strength.

'Miss Taz's diminutive stature belies an enormous strength of character.'