After re-harnessing everything we proceed on our journey.
Sooo...It's been half a month with no game activity...
After ascending the glacier, you travel along the bottom of the crevasse as it shallows out and ascends towards the surface of the glacier. As it approaches evening, clouds cover the sun and the wind picks up, becoming almost preternaturally cold.
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Krathok stumps along in the freezing cold, relying on his natural toughness and ability to draw on internal mental reserves to carry him forward.
Quodak sticks with it, shivering some, but hanging in there.
Until and unless someone else wants it, Moredrel will wear the cloak and bypass the saves.
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Orion seems to be very effected by the cold, but when it's at it's worst he casts a spell and the effects of the cold seem to lessen greatly.
As you walk along through the rapidly worsening weather, you suddenly see a single humanoid figure standing before you, seemingly wrapped in the incipient snow and wind like a cloak. He speaks in a hollow voice, in draconic. "More humans come to our lands. Your kind is not welcome here, the passage of the Dwarves is affront enough. Leave now, this glacier is ours by ancient right and negotiation.
Ret Con:
When the cold is at it's worst and Orion feels the chill he asks Moredrel to borrow the Endure elements cloak for a bit. Using the cloak to effectively warm himself up he then casts his spell and feels much better as the spell runs it's course. So revitalized he hands the cloak back to the smaller man.
Blue lipped and pensive, Krathok's brow furrows before speaking at the figure in orcish "Hael gees, ek uitgestrek op die voet van die winter.Watter huis is jy?"
Quodak pauses as Orc begins talking to/at the figure, and translates into draconic, that being the language the figure first spoke in, and sending the figures words along the collective so that Krathok could understand it.
The figure clearly understands Krathok's comment in Orc and replies in kind, sounding angry. Ek verwag meer van jou soort, Ork. Of is jy deur die oorweldiger gestuur, die ou ooreenkomste te breek.
The wind grows stronger, and it grows darker matching the mood of the figure before you.
A nascent growl stirring in Krathok's throat he replies "Ek is gestuur deur niemand, is niemand se slaaf en my eie pad te loop ...en julle het nie antwoord op my vraag gees ....watter huis is jy?" chin jutted forward and belligerent despite the cold. He is careful though to not take any further steps towards, instead holding his ground.
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Through the collective, Quodak sends ::This isn't the only one. There are other figures moving around, almost outside of my vision.::
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Not understanding the words, but hearing the harsh tones combined with Quodak's warning Orion puts his hand on his ax, but does not yet draw it. Only prepares.
We know nothing of this usurper you speak of, but there are strange new things in all the lands and we dreamed troubled dreams on the slopes below the ice. May we know more?"
Watter huis? Die huis van die winter, die huis van klip en koue, wat jou mense het as gevolg van eerbied.Ons was hier voor jou en ons sal hier wees na hierdie wêreld is ingesluk deur die nag. The sinister figure replies to Krathok, before turning to address the human members of the party in draconic. The Dwarves should know better then. Although you do wear their raiments. He gestures to Quodak's helmet and Krathok's torc. Our agreement is with them, not interlopers from another world, and your so called gods who take from us the reverence which we are due. Your kind is especially not welcome here; you have done us the most insult, you who once called us brothers. The last comment is directed towards Orion with the same haughty tone suggesting that the speaker has an unfair advantage over you. As the figure speaks, he does something intangible, which you cannot quite put your finger on, but you can feel the effect in your minds.
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In Xaidan
"I wish someone would let me know what's happening."
Past that he just has a general feeling of unease.
[ooc]Not "fine," but following the lead of those who can understand the conversation. [/url]
Krathok does not speak, and retains his belligerent expression... but does take a knee as a show of respect to a manifestation of his ancestral spirits.
Quodak shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the presence, apparently succeeding.He keeps his hands free and ready to manifest, although he says nothing.
Through the collective though our friend can probably "hear" it, "Tell him to get out of my head or I will end him." Orion growls a deep inhuman tone as he thinks that eyes locked with the fey.
In Draconic: "If you want to know something, ask. It is an affront to us to enter our minds uninvited."
Why would we ask? Your kind tells nothing but lies, human. It is difficult to tell if the words are spoken, or if they are planted directly into the collective.
Why would we ask? Your kind tells nothing but lies, human. It is difficult to tell if the words are spoken, or if they are planted directly into the collective.
Spoken and thought in Xaidan. Perhaps he'll understand perhaps not.
"I am not human. I am an outsider wherever I go. I have no love of the dragons and would strangle the oppressors with my bare hands if I had the ability. We don't know you and have no anger toward you. We simply flee the dragon gods minions. We have no home so we simply travel."
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