Storms of Change IC Part 4

Manzanita

"They're dead. They attacked us and we killed them. 'We heard noise' implies there are more of you. Please step out and show yourselves. We are not hostile if we are not attacked."
 

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"You killed them? Oh.... I guess they were our friends.... but really we just met them. They were... our guests! But why did you kill them? Do you mean to kill us too?" Pard is slowly inching his way back around the corner as he talks, until just one eye is barely visible, peering out at Manzanita.
 

Lucian, human male

Lucian pulls a healing potion [CLW] from the folds of his belt and downs it. Then another (probably).

ooc: Looking to get back to full hp.

He takes one of the potions from Manzanita, and tucks it away in his belt.

"Thanks. How sure are you that they are healing potions?"

He glances over the collection of stuff being stripped from the bodies. Not much there of value, except for the money, to him. But good quality for orcs he muses.

He picks up his lantern, straightens himself out, and follows Manzanita in the direction of Govan.
 

*Zook looks up from tending Dunathar, and squints curiously at Pard.*

"Greetings Pard. Indeed, do come over here, as we have plenty to discuss with you..."
 


Manzanita

Manzanita tries to relax. She takes a deep breath. "There has been enough killing today, Pard. My name is Manzanita Sparrow. We are not here for violence, but to give hope to our kingdom. Please come forward. No harm will befall you."
 

Goven

Seeing that Manzanita is making some progress with the small creature, he allows her to converse with Pard while he continues scanning the area both ahead of them and back the way they came for signs of anyone or anything else.
 

Under Linace Keep

Pard nods and calls out. A couple dozen other little creatures appear, smiling, and swarm over the party, welcoming them as guests. Grabbing hands and tugging cloaks, they pull the party around the corner to a torchlit room, with two human-sized chairs in the middle, surrounded by low tables filled with food and wine. Scattered all about the room are the remains of what looks like a feast for two orc-sized humanoids: many little game animals, and large tankards of drink. The little humanoids scurry about, clearing the food. Others bring in more chairs until there are enough in the room of the right size for the party.

A female looking like the leader of the group, eyes bright with intelligence, speaks. "Salutations, my name is Alba. Please sit, it will take a little time to prepare more food for you, our new guests. What a remarkable day this is! Today, after hundreds of years, we receive not one, but two groups of guests! But what are two groups of warriors doing here? The others said they were just exploring for no special reason. Are you like the others, simply explorers?"

Zook:
Overhearing snippets of the little creatures' conversations in the background, you realize they are speaking in a strange version of Gnomish. Peering at them, you wonder if perhaps they are gnomes. Most of the conversations are mundane. But one gnome asks Pard if he should add "maral" to the food like with the others. Pard answers that they should. It won't hurt anyone, and it might make nicer guests out of these savage killers.
 
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Still stunned by the blow and the battle´s unexpected outcome, Dunathar says or does little (but still he´s alert for the gold that could be present. At least until the small creature´s leader speaks. "Another group, you say? Who were they?"
 

"Pard, Alba...
(gnomish) There is no need to add maral to the food. We will not hurt you, I pledge. Are you not my kin, the forest gnomes?
", Zook says in a kindly voice, switching to the chattering gnome tongue to speak to the little people.
 

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