"Ah dunno if'n weze got any parslay, but we kin tawk if'n yew lahk. Jes' keep yer claws ter yer sef, aw raight?"
Elgan seems exceedingly calm, considering he is currently within battle range of an undead creature, which usually sends him into a frenzy.
But traveling with this group has taught him never to judge things by appearances. He's willing to hear the creature out. He can always go all 'Nature's Wrath' on it later, if needed.
Elgan circles the ship, giving a cry of warning in bird-speech. Then he shimmers and drops the last few feet, landing in a crouch on the beach.
Standing up he gives himself a shake as if to settle feathers that are no longer there, and walks forward to meet the one who approaches.
"Chuur Ting Dere' Chere'!" Elgan replies cheerfully, happy for any excuse to get away from the disturbing meat-trees. He swiftly shimmers into a falcon and leaps into the air. His strong wings bear him quickly upwards, where he circles the ship once, and then circles wider, getting a good birds-eye view of the immediate area and the ceiling.
Per: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (11) + 21 = 32
Elgan scratches his head with a furrowed brow.
"Ah. Ookay. Guud teh know. Ah guess. Aldough ah'm bettin it means more teh him dan teh me." Elgan says, jabbing a thumb at Altai.
"But, whut ah meant wuz, how did yew git 'HERE'? As in, on deh ship? Ah didn' see yew fly in, and ah didn' heah no teleoportin' 'Pop'. Ah'z jes' curious."
Elgan swings down from whatever mast he was perched on to land nimbly beside Altai. Almost protectively, although he's not stupid enough to step directly in front of the Harlot, or his friend the mage who is fully capable of bringing his own version of mystical $#!^ storm down if required.
The fact that the Harlot addresses Altai as 'Reise' does not escape him. Although he's not so keen to talk to this strange woman that he'd mention it.
"Whar did yew cum frum?" He asks bluntly, but not impolitely. More an outburst of his hyperactive curiosity.
Elgan peers at the clouds with curiosity.
"Ah gits deh feelin' dey iz 'spectin' us." He says wryly.
"Yew gots teh admit dough. Dat iz purty impressive." He says with admiration for what appears to be an excellent amount of control over a powerful weather control spell.
Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:
I thought I learned my lesson. I forgot. NEVER drink ANYthing while reading any of these threads! ;P *grumbles as he wipes up sprayed coffee from keyboard*
"Whar ah'm frum we say, 'If'n yew don' lahk deh weatheuh, give it tin minutes, an' it'll change'." Elgan pipes up cheerfully. He smiles at the deva, his grin a mass of tiny shining white boulders in the midst of the dark, tan field of his face.
The work, just, keeps, coming,... I must find time to update PC info before we actually reach the next battle! ;P
"Ah don' mine rescuen sumwun whut needs halp. Palleedens don' usuallee have tahme tuh be furest killehs. Aldough dey do sumtahmes tend tah side wit deh peeples whut luuk lahk dem. Sted uv who rally needs purtectin'. Ah'll halp, an mebbe we kin have a lil chat aboot purtectin deh innercent. Ah allus find chats wit palleedens teh be enteratinin'."
Elga also (almost eagerly) volunteers to be punching bag, er, practice dummy with Emrael. He provides an enthusiastic opponent, frequently shifting between various forms to allow her to test her new powers against a myriad of opponents using speed, stealth, and brute force. He even spars with her using his magical sword, dusting off long-unused skills of his own.
Sadly, Elgan doesn't get Elemental Fury form until level 16. :P
Actually, it would be more like; "Powuh! Ultehmut Poweh wit'in muh grasp. Yew shuuld bow bee-fur meh an' dee-spair! If'n yew wanna, if'n not iz ok tew."
Elgan gives a hearty belly laugh, (For a wood elf)
"Rahlly? Ah have a herd tahme bee-leevin dat yew guys er deh local defenders uv deh innocerts! If'n yew all iz 'Legion', din yew won'
Elgan looks around suspiciously.
"Ah knows ah gots tuh lern bout books. But Ah'm purty shuh dat dey don' giggle er talk to demse'ves."
The druid sniffs the air,
Per:1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31
He ambles over to Altai and looks curiously at the books the mage just deposited on the table.
"Altee, Ah t'inks weer bein' watched. An' ah don' t'ink dey belong heah."
Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:
"Yeh. He wuz sumptin' else. *Sniff* Ah misses dat fat dwarf."
The druid is mesmerized like a kid at a fair as he watches the elvish blademistress demonstrate her art.
Elgan's pointy ears perk up at the first 'normal' sounding name he's heard since he got here.
"Coo-nan? Whuze dat? He soun's lahk mah kinda feller."
LOL! Actually Crawfish (also known in non-southern areas as Crawdads) look like tiny baby lobsters. You boil them in big boiling pots with lots of potatoes, onions, and LOTS of cajun spices. Drink with beer to kill the pain if they are too spicy. Guud eatin'! :)
Altai Iscarni wrote:
"It`s where the mothmen took Beldan, remember? And it doesn`t really matter how weird it is, because I intend to obliterate it so completely from the face of this and any other adjoining worlds that the gods themselves will scratch their heads in confusion if anyone mentions the place to them."
"Ah'm okay wit dat."
Altai Iscarni wrote:
"Dat jes' souns weeured. An' ahm a shape-shifteh fer cryin out layoud!"