Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[serow]

Soren looks at Gildrim in consternation, then turns slowly to Cyian. "Is he.... talking? Or should I go fetch Sister Anemone? Last time I saw a man make noises like that was when my uncle Sargus had a brainstorm that left him paralyzed."

Ter-raen was enjoying his wine when these most truthful words hit the air. He nods sagely, and explains to the boy, "He talking," with a small smile. "You get used to it." With that, he pours a little wine into a small glass for the boy, offering it to him, "Make understand him, a little easier."

 

[Halford]

"So we goin' to see the good Sister soon? 'Cause otherwise I'll be takin' off Fenenn's saddle 'n such 'n settlin' him down."

[Sblock=OOC]I like how you are running Ter-raen Serow, subtly humorous, an upona few occasions laugh out loud.[/Sblock]

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim sits drumming his fingers loudly on the table and breathing heavily through his nose. "Willnae, will nae!" he interjects as Cyian relays the question he intended not to ask.

"Alricht," he says, pushing back his chair and standing up. "Aw fowk ken that th' purest Dwairrrven is spoken by th' dwarves ay Clan Nurazak, an' mebbe it teenges ur Common tay. But if ye cannae unnerstaund th' leid ay ain ay th' fower great peoples ay th' Enworld – dwairrves, humans, halflin's an' gnomes – weeel, that's a puir look-oot."

"An' fowk shuid be mair acceptin'! An awfu lot ay dwarves wha come up frae thair mines tae gae adventurin' ur jes' semple axe-swingers an' cannae speak ony ither way… an' fowk get th' wrang idea aboot aw dwarves frae them. They hear an accen', an' they think 'anaither glaikit beardie.'"

He pauses for breath, refills his mouth with lizard-meat, then, chewing, cocks his head on one side to listen.

"Do you hear that clonking sound? That's the axes and armour of my forefathers banging on the sides as they spin around in their tombs, seeing Gildrim have to talk like a pretty elven princeling just to be understood. La-di-dah!"

"Now, I don't know about you lot, but I'm going to the temple. To pray for forgiveness for you all."

On the way out, he gives Soren a friendly wink.

 

[covaithe]

When Gildrim starts talking again, Soren grabs the glass from Ter-raen and gulps it down. He listens with a look of concentration on his face as Gildrim says his piece and walks out. "Huh, you were right. It does help," he says to Ter-raen. "Anyway, Sister Anemone lives down there because that's where the temple is, I guess. She's been there longer than I've been alive."

 

[Halford]

Erf shakes his finger at Cyian and Ter-raen in admonishment, his lips barely quirking into a smile at the edges.

"Hold yer horses Gildrim, we'll come with ye, ye never know...."

[Sblock=Listen DC 15]Erf finishes in a very small voice,

"Ye might need a translator."[/Sblock]

Fenenn takes one last mournful look at the pickled lizard and reluctantly follows Erf.

 

[Trouvere]

"Och aye... he's payin' fur the meal," says Gildrim with a jerk of the head at Ter-raen.

 

[covaithe]

ooc: I'm assuming for the moment that you're all going to the temple. If anyone is doing otherwise, let me know.

Given directions, the temple is easy to find. It's a small round stone building in the shadow of an elderly willow tree. There is a pond of clear, fresh water nearby, as well as a large, orderly garden with fruit trees, vegetables, herbs, and the occasional flowerbed. There is a stoutly built female halfling working in the garden, dressed in a simple blue robe. As you approach, she stands and removes a pair of gloves from her hands. When you get close, you can see crows feet around her eyes and streaks of gray in her hair.

"Can I help you?" she says in a tired voice.

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

"Och aye... he's payin' fur the meal," says Gildrim with a jerk of the head at Ter-raen.

As Gildrim stops to let Soren know who's paying Cyian jumps up from the table and grabs his pack and shield."Waaiiit fooor mee," he says through a mouth full of cheese. He scrambles by the dwarf and waits for everyone out front.

Given directions, the temple is easy to find. It's a small round stone building in the shadow of an elderly willow tree. There is a pond of clear, fresh water nearby, as well as a large, orderly garden with fruit trees, vegetables, herbs, and the occasional flowerbed. There is a stoutly built female halfling working in the garden, dressed in a simple blue robe. As you approach, she stands and removes a pair of gloves from her hands. When you get close, you can see crows feet around her eyes and streaks of gray in her hair.

"Can I help you?" she says in a tired voice.

Cyian takes in all the beauty and it reminds him about the bandit. His eyes are open but he'll never get to see this. Cyian is quiet and downcasted as the party talks to the halfling lady.

[sblock=ooc]Don't know where I'm going with this character excatly yet.
So give me some time, I'm thinking right now that after the battle his alittle mad/crazy that's why the laughing at really nothing. Like I said don't know please bare with me.[/sblock]

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim clears his throat. "Hem... Chenbrando calthea indyllalee yonderee Anemone lenilli," he says, in Halfling.[sblock=Halfling]"The hairy or handsome heroes make pilgrimage to the home of wise sister Anemone of the Water Goddess."[/sblock]

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

[sblock=ooc]Darn it I don' t speak halfling hope he's not talking bad about Cyian lol BTW Trouvere the RDI needs and update unless I'm late then good job [/sblock]

Cyian keeps his eyes and ears open (though the helm doesn't help- covering his ears and dropping down over his eyes).The party didn't find out if she did live alone or not and he doesm't want any more surprises.