Viridian Plague--Act I: A Glimmer of Darkness

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

[SBLOCK=Seelie]“My you take offense from the simpest words Feldori, did I say you were not welcome to join our quest...no...I but said unto this point YOU had not been a help, and said nothing to disparage you or your companions, but I will now. You M’ress are naught but a bully and a braggart to strike first and then claim the bow won fairly, return it to the nymph and go speak to the elders...”[/SBLOCK]

*Trayah speaks angrily to M’ress before walking to the edge of the village, where he squats on his haunches to wait.*

 

[Bront]

[sblock=Seelie]

"You seem honorable enough, and you are on a quest to save the village," M'ress considered. "What do you offer in return for this weapon won fairly?

"What right have you to take it? You and the male barge into this camp, as if attacking, disarm me so I do, say you come in peace, and then demand payment for my weapon back? I have already given my word I shall treat the male fairly, and have promised my services to the village for no reward at all, and now you demand payment for my own weapon? That does not seem like honor to me." [/sblock]
Whinoah looks to the other Nymph riding the male.

[sblock=Conasan]"You choose strange friends Sister." [/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Although Pleione shows no sign of understanding Conasan, she is still upset by the arguing, and seeing it possibly about to get out of hand, she steps in:*
[SBLOCK=Seelie]
"Please, friends, let's not argue like this."

"Trayah, M'ress probably saved Whinoah's life by taking quick action to disarm her--Slagg is gentle unless provoked, but if he had been provoked by a bow shot, or the strongly-presented threat of one, he might have been lost in the battle-fury conditioned upon him by the cruel masters of the pits...And he is very dangerous when that happens."

"M'ress, please give my Sister her bow back. I can see that she is upset by its loss...it must have come from someone very special to her, and it is cruel to keep it from her on speak of breaking it...to be break her bow would be just like the masters in the pits who destroyed all of the slaves' prized possessions in front of us in an effort to break our wills and detach us from our past selves...to let the disgusting yet exhilirating high of the pits consume us, and remake us into what they wanted..."

"Whinoah, Sister, please remove your standing threat on Slagg and promise not to hurt him unless he does something to provoke you."

"Please everyone, let's all apologise for our words and their implications. I know we can be friends and help the poor people here who need us..."
[/SBLOCK]

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Slagg Bonecruncher: Tralg/Male (Giant 1/ Raider 2/ Gladiator 3)

* Hearing the angry words from Trayah Slagg pulls his Greataxe and holds it ready. Battle seemed imminent. *

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Tralg]"Easy...Peace, Slagg-Friend..."[/SBLOCK] *Pleione whispers softly to the Tralg in his native tongue, as she lays a tiny calming hand on his huge shoulder.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Slagg Bonecruncher: Tralg/Male (Giant 1/ Raider 2/ Gladiator 3)

* Slagg lowers the mammoth weapon and looks at everyone he doesn’t know suspiciously before taking a quick glance to the beautiful nymph on his shoulder. *

[sblock=Tralg]“Pretty? Pretty Pleione sure?” [/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Tralg]"Yes...peace. All be friends,"[/SBLOCK] *Pleione continues reassuringly, with an intensity that shows the effort she is taking to try and get the unfamiliar language right.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Slagg Bonecruncher: Tralg/Male (Giant 1/ Raider 2/ Gladiator 3)

[sblock=tralg]“All?” [/sblock]

* Slagg grunted and nodded to bright-hair. His axe dropped even farther. *

 

[Bront]

Whinoah waivers a bit at the mention of breaking her bow, as if struck by something.
[sblock=Seelie]"I have vowed to treat him fairly, like any other. I give him the opportunity to earn my trust, just as I would extend to anyone else."[/sblock]
Whinoah looks at M'res, her eyes a bit more desperate.
[sblock=Seelie]"To break that bow would be to break the memory of my wandering Soul Mother. There is no honor in that."[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Tralg]"Yes...all...Be friend...show Bright-Hair wrong...okay?".*[/SBLOCK] *Pleione struggles, in Tralg.*