The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime shakes his head with each answer as frustration builds at not being able to convey himself in till the human says, “You can speak, but no-one else can hear you?"” which causes the Saurial to jump up and down while clapping his hands in excitement.

 

[Velmont]

Silewoodan is staring at the fire. He seems to be lost in his mind, taking no attention to his environement, and then, he starts to sing in an old song:

"Lûna i ngœlydh dœllir na Eglamar aran Thingol avabed i lam annûn ar si iuithanner i lam Thindrim.

Heithl channer, meigl lanner, i lû ghalant eniaur ar i lam annûn aba-leithant iuith mi ennor ar i lam en-gwaith thind ghalant ar prestant.

Si-lû im, Lothenon o ndôr im duin odog, teithon hen adh rîn e-laim andrann mhinui."

And then he felt silent.

 

[Seonaid]

Chastity nods thoughtfully. "And you are on vacation from what?"

When Silewoodan begins singing, she glances over toward the fire and watches him for a moment, then turns back. "Friend of yours?" she asks Calenthang.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Chastity is somewhat surprised at the reactions she's receiving from the others. She tries smiling at Meekus. "Oh. Are you on quest too?"

When Calenthang comes over, she nods and lifts her mug to him. "Well met. I'm Chastity." She then turns back to Meekus and Drogo unless Calenthang does something more.

"Something of a quest. Searching for myself, or something like that. Do you seek something?"

 

[hippocrachus]

"Life, as it were..." he replies to Chastity. He raises a eyebrow in the other elf's direction. "I'm afraid not."

 

[Manzanita]

"Meekus, um,.. and what brings you here?" Drogo suspects Meekus is no rock gnome or halfling, but doens't know what, nor how to ask.

 

[Jarval]

Andreas Darants, Human Sorcerer

"Ah, how fascinating!" Andreas says, an expression of curiosity taking over his features. "I do wonder... Do you think that a spell might perhaps aid you in communication? The simple comprehend languages invocation may not cover this eventuality, as that effects the caster's understanding as opposed to their physical ability to detect sounds. Hmm, a puzzler, this one." He pauses for a moment, smiling at his own words.

"My apologies, I became a little enthusiastic just then. I'm something of a scholar of the arcane arts, so any new problem that might be solved by magic tends to draw my attention. Tell me, don't you find it a little inconvenient that humans can't understand you? It must make many day-to-day tasks far more complex."

 

[Majin]

The big man in the corner gets up, easily hefting his battleaxe over one shoulder. You notice that upon standing up, he is much taller than you first thought. His hair is long, pulled back in a ponytail, and completely snow-white. He calmly makes his way over to the larger group congregating by the bar. He speaks in a quiet, but audible, voice, "My name is Trond Svenson. I am the sheriff of Orchard Meadows, a nearby farming community. I have come seeking a group capable enough to help my village. You all look to be the best candidates I have seen gather here this day. I have reserved a private meeting room in this inn here and would appreciate the chance to discuss the details to what I request of you. That is if any of you are interested?" he asks, looking about the group expectantly.

(OCC: Prodding things along a bit. Still plenty of time for Verbatim to join, don't worry )

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang looks up into the face of the towering man. He certainly looks the part of a sheriff. Never one to decline a good tale he offers the man a hand. "Greetings, Trond, I should like to hear all about it. It just so happens I'm looking for a cozy out-of-the-way place to spend some time vacationing." What troubles could a farming village possibly see?

 

[Majin]

"Well friend elf, I'm not sure how much relaxing you'd get to do in our little village at the present time," he says grimly, but does not add anything further.