Arknath
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Alsavian will turn to face Ulysses and Zyrial as he puts his forepaw on the tent flap.
"Cast your spells now," he says softly, "the chief does not trust to magic unless it is from his own shaman."
He looks to Zyrial with a stone-faced expression, "Do not greet the chief in such a way," he says softly, but sternly, "it is a greeting used between close friends in our land."
He turns and disappears into the tent.
Felkhourn is proud to see the women walking and talking with the men of the Felin. Some carrying weapons, others partaking of chores to help with survival. Felkhourn does draw the eyes of several male Felin, however, as they have never seen a female elf up close before.
Zykovian's gaze is caught by many a Felin warrior - a few of which are women - all of whom do not relinquish their stares. At best, Zykovian can determine that the stare is used to test one's will and force of personality. A few times he feels as if he will waiver, but with his focused sense of self he is able to hold out and does not draw away once.
Alsavian returns out of the tent and steps aside, holding the flap out wide. He speaks, "Visitors from another land, I give to you the chieftain of prennu mwenna, Illsomi the Mighty." At this proclomation, two large creatures step out of the tent in front of you. The first is by far the largest Felin you've seen so far. He stands nearly seven feet tall and appears to be a great warrior, as the sword near his side will tell you. He wears a suit of armor that appears to be made of some strong, wood-like material, yet has magical properties. He is wearing a ceremonial headdress that appears to be what you might recognize as a lion-skin rug back in the palace at home.
The other creature is not so formidable in appearance, but you are quite aware by this time in your lives that books are not judged on outward appearance. The creature is altogether different from the rest of the tribe, you realize, and you marvel at the sight of it. It appears to be a tiger standing on two legs, much like the Felin you've been travelling with resemble panthers on two legs, and it carries a small wooden rod with many feathers and trinkets hanging from it. The tiger wears nothing save for a loin cloth and a headdress of flowers and wild plants that wreath its head. From the shape of the body and your knowledge of the panther Felin women, you would assume that this is a male of the species.
The Chief looks you each over in turn, regarding Felkhourn in a most curious fashion, and then speaks in a low, breathy, rumbling voice, "Alsavian has told me of your arrival. What is it you seek?"
He looks back at the tiger and speaks in a slightly altercated tongue of Felin, but those whom have the tongues spell active can understand it. "These do not appear to be elves of the woods but keep your guard up, they may yet have foul intentions."
"Cast your spells now," he says softly, "the chief does not trust to magic unless it is from his own shaman."
He looks to Zyrial with a stone-faced expression, "Do not greet the chief in such a way," he says softly, but sternly, "it is a greeting used between close friends in our land."
He turns and disappears into the tent.
Felkhourn is proud to see the women walking and talking with the men of the Felin. Some carrying weapons, others partaking of chores to help with survival. Felkhourn does draw the eyes of several male Felin, however, as they have never seen a female elf up close before.
Zykovian's gaze is caught by many a Felin warrior - a few of which are women - all of whom do not relinquish their stares. At best, Zykovian can determine that the stare is used to test one's will and force of personality. A few times he feels as if he will waiver, but with his focused sense of self he is able to hold out and does not draw away once.
Alsavian returns out of the tent and steps aside, holding the flap out wide. He speaks, "Visitors from another land, I give to you the chieftain of prennu mwenna, Illsomi the Mighty." At this proclomation, two large creatures step out of the tent in front of you. The first is by far the largest Felin you've seen so far. He stands nearly seven feet tall and appears to be a great warrior, as the sword near his side will tell you. He wears a suit of armor that appears to be made of some strong, wood-like material, yet has magical properties. He is wearing a ceremonial headdress that appears to be what you might recognize as a lion-skin rug back in the palace at home.
The other creature is not so formidable in appearance, but you are quite aware by this time in your lives that books are not judged on outward appearance. The creature is altogether different from the rest of the tribe, you realize, and you marvel at the sight of it. It appears to be a tiger standing on two legs, much like the Felin you've been travelling with resemble panthers on two legs, and it carries a small wooden rod with many feathers and trinkets hanging from it. The tiger wears nothing save for a loin cloth and a headdress of flowers and wild plants that wreath its head. From the shape of the body and your knowledge of the panther Felin women, you would assume that this is a male of the species.
The Chief looks you each over in turn, regarding Felkhourn in a most curious fashion, and then speaks in a low, breathy, rumbling voice, "Alsavian has told me of your arrival. What is it you seek?"
He looks back at the tiger and speaks in a slightly altercated tongue of Felin, but those whom have the tongues spell active can understand it. "These do not appear to be elves of the woods but keep your guard up, they may yet have foul intentions."
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