renau1g's Red Hand of Doom

[Rhun]

"And I am Avaxasir, good Jorr," says the elf, following after his companions. "Though my friends call me Zazz." He smiles and offers a wink. "It has more flare, and rolls easier off of a non-elven tongue."

 

[EvolutionKB]

Hurrow

Hurrow approaches the hounds in greeting allowing them to catch his scent before reaching out to pet the top of their heads. He waits until Jorr reenters the cabin before following him inside.

 

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Virashil

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"Must you continue to disparage your native tongue? That is a matter of opinion held only by yourself." chides Virashil with a slight grin.
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[Rhun]

Zazz grins back at Virashil, and then replies in the tongue of the elves.

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"Is it my fault that I find I have more in common with the other races than our own people? A mistake of birth, perhaps, eh Vira?" He deliberately enounciates a shortened version of her own name, winking as he does so.
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[s@squ@tch]

Virashil

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She smiles at the cleverness of her fellow elf.

"Touche', Avaxasir." She says as the sunlight glints off of her slightly silver skin.

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[Rhun]

Zazz burst into a deep, belly-laugh; something more akin to what one would expect from a jovial northman, and sounding outright odd coming from an elf. "Well said, Virashil. Now, what say we join Jorr for dinner? A brace of coney sounds mighty tasty to me."

 

[renau1g]

Jorr looks on at the exchange between Virashil and Zazz with a quizzical look on his face, before turning around and entering the cabin, gesturing for everyone to follow.

The dogs have overcome their initial hostility and one even licks Hurrow's hand before returning to their place under the porch, avoiding Brodi's travelling companion.

Once the elven duo is finished their banter, the group enters the cabin, which is slightly better kept from the inside than the outer appearance makes it seem. Jorr gestures to a table that appears to be made from the trees in the area, carved with expert skill.

After a moment, Jorr brings in a plate filled with cooked rabbit that smells delicious, and after testing it out, tastes even better. The meat falls right off the bones and has an excellent smokey flavour.

Responding to Virashil's queries, Jorr mutters between bites "They live up yonder in the Wyrmsmokes, but seems like they got a big war party in the forest, more than I've ever seen. Maybe they're coming down the Old Forest Road, or might be they came by the Skull Gorge. My coins'd be on the Skull Gorge, an easier go then the Forest.". Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, the ranger eases back in his chair, leaning on the back two legs.

 

[Rhun]

Zazz eats robustly, enjoying the taste of the cooked rabbit. As he chews a large piece of crackling, he questions Jorr. "What's this Skull Gorge? It sounds quite interesting."

 

[renau1g]

"Skull Gorge is, well, a gorge that runs from the Rhesten River mosta they way to the Wyrmsmokes. There's an old bridge that crosses it, don't know too much more, just that its a good 25 or more miles away from here." Jorr replies followed by a mighty belch.

 

[Rhun]

"The name sounded much more ominous," comments Zazz. "I was expecting a chasm lined with skulls, or some such." He smiles and reaches for another piece of rabbit. "And what about this Vraath Keep? What can you tell us of it? Is it defensible? Easily infiltrated, should it be held by these goblins?"