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Koukonsögur - Saga of the Trollfed Aerie - IC
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Someone
Adventurer
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A still very wet monk approaches the group ready for climbing. He sports a somewhat forced smile and bows several times in quick succession, resuming the bowing as soon someone does anything even vaguely threatening.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, honorable warriors. In my inmodesty, I assumed you could be interested in what I have to say."
"Earlier, after I fell into the river and was saved from the goblins by the honorable samurai of the dragon ancestry..."
The monk bows to Daigon
"...I ran to save my life, away from the river, to the North. It turned that the goblins that survived your wrath also fled in that direction, but in a stroke of good fortune they didn't care about my humble person."
"I could see how they climbed into a well, which I dare to venture they use as the entrance to their lair."
"If you're willing to avenge the dishonor to the thegn, I could humbly guide you to that well"
Pentius
First Post
Satoshi turns to Kjula and returns the bow. "Greetings to you as well, though I am no warrior. I am, however, interested in doing what I can to right the wrongs of this day." As Satoshi speaks, he seems to become more animated, more excited. "A well entrance, you say? If these goblin warrens are as old as our good Srothgar says, then they may well have created a number of backdoors such as this well. I say we go for it!"
GROMkill
First Post
Dossk is finishing up tying his rope off onto a rock with particularly jagged edges, perfect to hold the weight of a mul, as the monk arrives. Hearing his innocent tale of the goblins and their well-hideout, Dossk reconsiders when he also hears Satoshi's interest in checking it out.
The mul hastily unties his rope and packs it back into his backpack. Stepping over to the monk and his new ally, Dossk gives the newcomer a respectful bow of the head and waves his hand to him, in a motion for Kjula to lead to way.
The mul hastily unties his rope and packs it back into his backpack. Stepping over to the monk and his new ally, Dossk gives the newcomer a respectful bow of the head and waves his hand to him, in a motion for Kjula to lead to way.
pathfinderq1
Explorer
Kadlin remained at the edge of the cliff, flat on her stomach with her head dangling over the brink as she eyed the path downwards, checking for handholds. After she heard the voices behind her, though, she paused long enough to say "It is a lot easier to climb down a well than down this cliff- and less likely to be truly fatal if you fall." She got up and dusted herself off a bit. "If it seems likely that these tunnels are connected, we ought to see your way first, I think."
After helping the ghost clean the blood from the runestatue, the wisp of the grieving mother slowly fades away, and Kjula notes that it seems to recede into the ground as it does so. He makes his way over to the group gathering at the top of the Iyofryjkawa Falls, where a brief discussion ensues, weighing a dangerous climb down the falls versus a brief jaunt down the abandoned well.
Srothgar nods, following the conversation. "I'm not aware of other entrances, but I certain could believe they exist. When Firebeard and I first sought Tuket, we entered through the cave behind the waterfall, but there were many side caverns we never explored, and - at the time at least - Tuket's goblins were in so many places that I'd be hard-pressed to believe there was only the one way in..." He pauses as his nephew, the newly named thegn approaches.
Hayazo bows respectfully to his uncle, the Speaker of Laws, and then turns towards the rest of the assemblage.
"Thank you for your valiant efforts in stopping the goblin -"
"Tuket," interjects Srothgar.
Mildly annoyed at the interruption, Hayazo continues, "Yes... the goblin Tuket." Realizing the name, he looks a bit incredulously at his uncle, and then at the group with more respect. "Tuket?! A wily foe from all the stories my uncle has told over the years. You have my unending gratitude for you aid, but I ask for more, if you would." He pauses, licking his lip, but knowing his request is not unexpected. "I intend to follow this damanble goblin and avenge my fath-"
"No." Srothgar cuts off his nephew.
Hayazo turns angrily to his uncle, but a stern look kills his words in his throat.
"You are the thegn, for better or for worse, not some brazen young man seeking to impress his father anymore." The elder seems completely oblivious to the anger of his nephew, and continues, "These brave souls have done our family, and all our people, respect this day, and from their own sense of honour, already seem to be willing to tackle Tuket. You however, will stay here, and lead your people back to Kjuriyo." He raises his hand to stop any objection. "Your people are scared, hurt, and lost. You are their thegn. Go to them. Help. Sing songs of brave men and women and drink Mjor's saki."
The anger behind Hayazo's eyes seethes, and his fists clench and release, but ultimately, he nods, his voice calming. "You speak rightly, Uncle, as always." He nods in deference. "Thank you."
Turning back to the rest you, slightly flushed from arguing in front of you, Hayazo bows again. "And thank you, all of you. Your help in this matter is greatly appreciated. Seek me out when you return; I would reward your brave and deeds, with song and food and gifts." He bows again and turns. After a few steps, he looks back to his uncle, who rises to join him.
As Srothgar moves to join his nephew, he stops and looks back, as if a thought just crossed his mind. "Tuket enjoys... strange pets... be sure to watch for such surprises."
As Kjula leads the rest of you back to the abandoned well, introductions are made - (OOC: or are they? I dunno how talkative your characters tend to be...). No further sign of the motherly ghost is seen as you pass the kitsune and bamboo runestatue, but the ridge gives a good view of the longhouse ruins. It is obvious that the longhouse was left to the elements long ago, and all of its timbers are long gone - only a rough rectangular bank marks the one-time foundations of its walls. A ring of stones marks the top of the well, but animals and winters have stolen any wood that may have been used for a winch, pulley, and bucket.
No goblins seem to be about, although Kadlin notes five recent hiding spots, as you approach.
A careful gaze down the well shows that the worked stone ends after only a few feet, but smoothed dirt and stone carries on for several dozen feet - well beyond the light the evening sun allows down its depth. Right at the edge of the limit of the light, maybe 30ft down, Satoshi sees a hint of cracked earth and a shadow of an alcove, filled with an out-of-place rock.
Srothgar nods, following the conversation. "I'm not aware of other entrances, but I certain could believe they exist. When Firebeard and I first sought Tuket, we entered through the cave behind the waterfall, but there were many side caverns we never explored, and - at the time at least - Tuket's goblins were in so many places that I'd be hard-pressed to believe there was only the one way in..." He pauses as his nephew, the newly named thegn approaches.
Hayazo bows respectfully to his uncle, the Speaker of Laws, and then turns towards the rest of the assemblage.
"Thank you for your valiant efforts in stopping the goblin -"
"Tuket," interjects Srothgar.
Mildly annoyed at the interruption, Hayazo continues, "Yes... the goblin Tuket." Realizing the name, he looks a bit incredulously at his uncle, and then at the group with more respect. "Tuket?! A wily foe from all the stories my uncle has told over the years. You have my unending gratitude for you aid, but I ask for more, if you would." He pauses, licking his lip, but knowing his request is not unexpected. "I intend to follow this damanble goblin and avenge my fath-"
"No." Srothgar cuts off his nephew.
Hayazo turns angrily to his uncle, but a stern look kills his words in his throat.
"You are the thegn, for better or for worse, not some brazen young man seeking to impress his father anymore." The elder seems completely oblivious to the anger of his nephew, and continues, "These brave souls have done our family, and all our people, respect this day, and from their own sense of honour, already seem to be willing to tackle Tuket. You however, will stay here, and lead your people back to Kjuriyo." He raises his hand to stop any objection. "Your people are scared, hurt, and lost. You are their thegn. Go to them. Help. Sing songs of brave men and women and drink Mjor's saki."
The anger behind Hayazo's eyes seethes, and his fists clench and release, but ultimately, he nods, his voice calming. "You speak rightly, Uncle, as always." He nods in deference. "Thank you."
Turning back to the rest you, slightly flushed from arguing in front of you, Hayazo bows again. "And thank you, all of you. Your help in this matter is greatly appreciated. Seek me out when you return; I would reward your brave and deeds, with song and food and gifts." He bows again and turns. After a few steps, he looks back to his uncle, who rises to join him.
As Srothgar moves to join his nephew, he stops and looks back, as if a thought just crossed his mind. "Tuket enjoys... strange pets... be sure to watch for such surprises."
As Kjula leads the rest of you back to the abandoned well, introductions are made - (OOC: or are they? I dunno how talkative your characters tend to be...). No further sign of the motherly ghost is seen as you pass the kitsune and bamboo runestatue, but the ridge gives a good view of the longhouse ruins. It is obvious that the longhouse was left to the elements long ago, and all of its timbers are long gone - only a rough rectangular bank marks the one-time foundations of its walls. A ring of stones marks the top of the well, but animals and winters have stolen any wood that may have been used for a winch, pulley, and bucket.
No goblins seem to be about, although Kadlin notes five recent hiding spots, as you approach.
A careful gaze down the well shows that the worked stone ends after only a few feet, but smoothed dirt and stone carries on for several dozen feet - well beyond the light the evening sun allows down its depth. Right at the edge of the limit of the light, maybe 30ft down, Satoshi sees a hint of cracked earth and a shadow of an alcove, filled with an out-of-place rock.
Voda Vosa
First Post
"Some of us will hold a rope, while the rest goes down and secures a landing place." suggests Olaf as he stashes his axe on his back. "Then we'll tie up the rope onto something, and join you down there." he leans over the hole that is now the well, resting his hands on his knees. "Anyone sees a parapet of any other landing spot?" he asks, narrowing his eyes.
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Someone
Adventurer
In the way to the well, Kjula introduces himself to the rest of the group. He behaves as a extremely respectful and insignificant wandering monk, though the most perceptive may notice a couple things out of place.
“If I can bother you” says Kjula, a few feet behind the group “I overheard them talking about moving a stone. Yes, I understand the goblin tongue – if that humble skill can serve you of help, I can accompany you if I must. I’ll try to stay out of trouble, since I’m no warrior.”
“If I can bother you” says Kjula, a few feet behind the group “I overheard them talking about moving a stone. Yes, I understand the goblin tongue – if that humble skill can serve you of help, I can accompany you if I must. I’ll try to stay out of trouble, since I’m no warrior.”
