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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6635912" data-attributes="member: 6696971">The cliffs overlooking the depression comes alive with movement.&nbsp; Seven large birds of prey take off from various notches in the craggy peaks with a deafening screech (a territorial warning in their tongue).&nbsp; In turn, they feign a threatening dive on your position, only to pull up well short of the target, elevate and circle.Torchlight erupts in the second floor window of the split-level stone lodge below.&nbsp; A draft blows the sheepskin curtain wide and the thick, bearded, bare-chested man holding the torch is revealed to you.&nbsp; Disembodied voices come up from below and he answers them in the common tongue with a deep, carrying voice.&nbsp; &quot;Stay where you are...&quot;He steps through the window and out onto the first floor roof, breeches his only adornment.&nbsp; &quot;You know me.&nbsp; But I don't know you.&nbsp; If I don't know you that makes you an outlander.&nbsp; I don't care for outlanders.&nbsp; And I don't care for auguries.&nbsp; I doubly don't care for outlander's auguries.&quot;He casts his torch and his gaze high into the sky.&nbsp; &quot;Those are Highland Peregrines.&nbsp; Grow three times as large as they do in the lowlands.&nbsp; You don't want to see what one of them can do to a man, let alone seven...but you must know all that given you can speak our tongue.&nbsp; If you didn't speak it, you'd be dead where you stand right now and they'd be tearing the meat from your bones.&nbsp; But speaking our tongue has bought you only a few moments.&nbsp; We have a hunt in a few hours and you've interrupted our sleep.&quot;His form subtley changes to take on aspects of a lupine countenance.&nbsp; Somehow summoning a voice more jagged, and deeper still, despite his words filling the sky in the screeching language of the peregrine falcons&nbsp; &quot;...I suggest you take your ill omens and move along outlander.&quot;[sblock]You can take + 1 for a social move here due to your ability to speak their language.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6635912, member: 6696971"] The cliffs overlooking the depression comes alive with movement. Seven large birds of prey take off from various notches in the craggy peaks with a deafening screech (a territorial warning in their tongue). In turn, they feign a threatening dive on your position, only to pull up well short of the target, elevate and circle. Torchlight erupts in the second floor window of the split-level stone lodge below. A draft blows the sheepskin curtain wide and the thick, bearded, bare-chested man holding the torch is revealed to you. Disembodied voices come up from below and he answers them in the common tongue with a deep, carrying voice. "Stay where you are..." He steps through the window and out onto the first floor roof, breeches his only adornment. "You know me. But I don't know you. If I don't know you that makes you an outlander. I don't care for outlanders. And I don't care for auguries. I doubly don't care for outlander's auguries." He casts his torch and his gaze high into the sky. "Those are Highland Peregrines. Grow three times as large as they do in the lowlands. You don't want to see what one of them can do to a man, let alone seven...but you must know all that given you can speak our tongue. If you didn't speak it, you'd be dead where you stand right now and they'd be tearing the meat from your bones. But speaking our tongue has bought you only a few moments. We have a hunt in a few hours and you've interrupted our sleep." His form subtley changes to take on aspects of a lupine countenance. Somehow summoning a voice more jagged, and deeper still, despite his words filling the sky in the screeching language of the peregrine falcons "...I suggest you take your ill omens and move along outlander." [sblock]You can take + 1 for a social move here due to your ability to speak their language.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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