THE HEROES OF DYVERS CHAPTER 7: CLARE'S ERRAND

[Tellerian Hawke]

OOC: Basically, to make the comment correct and timely, just remove the word "trapped." And the mention of this obvious fact suddenly has many party members, all of whom speak Elvish, slapping their foreheads with their palms. It occurs to everyone that because Elves are so long-lived, their languages very rarely change.

 

[MacConnell]

Lathir shakes his head and sighs. He feels like he has suffered the effects of a ripple in time and was momentarily displaced by a few minutes. In Elven, since he speaks it and to his knowledge the language has not changed in even 2 millennia, he says, “You have been trapped by magic for a time so great that it will make little sense to explain it. I am sorry to say, my friend, that you are being used for a malicious purpose by a powerful and malevolent being.”

 

[Aust Thale]

Respen:
Whispering to himself the indignity of this fellow’s plight focuses him. The last hours have felt like a year or longer. Perhaps it’s claustrophobia. Perhaps it was the illusions.
Perhaps it’s the abruptness of Dame Clare’s “assistance”. He feels himself growing resentful of these tasks. A hollowness has been growing in his chest, a darkness creeping in his mind.

Listening to Lathir and Dewydd, he states flatly, “…Something wicked this way comes….”

 

[Diarmadhim]

"Erm - ahh..." Travis clears his throat before asking, almost timidly, "Far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, Leonard... but Lathir has a point. He's an elf. Have we ever met an elf that didn't speak elvish?"

Leonard stammers, opens his mouth, closes it, raises a finger, opens his mouth again, shakes his head, and closes his mouth one more time before sheepishly grinning. "That... is a good point. I was just excited to hear tidbits of an archaic dialect. It's now on my list of things to learn." Turning to the towering elf, he awaits a response to Lathir's statement.

 

[Waynan]

Vale's axe, the vessel for Val Copperbeard's soul, speaks up in its usual, blustery tone. "Yes, he's sure, shrimpboy! Grow a pair! And if you're worried about traps, then put those locksmith skills to good use!"

"Sure about what? You pompous axe!"
"I was asking about the magic, not about traps."

 

[Harps]

Lathir shakes his head and sighs. He feels like he has suffered the effects of a ripple in time and was momentarily displaced by a few minutes. In Elven, since he speaks it and to his knowledge the language has not changed in even 2 millennia, he says, “You have been trapped by magic for a time so great that it will make little sense to explain it. I am sorry to say, my friend, that you are being used for a malicious purpose by a powerful and malevolent being.”

Djyn’s face contorts into a concerned and slightly confused expression. He takes a deep breath processing the situation. He composes himself and says to Lathir in Elvish, “I understand, I appreciate your honesty. I can tell that you have no ill intent towards me, but you must understand that I do not fully trust you. If you were to explain a little more about where I am and who you are I might trust you a little more.”