Constance says, "Angus, Caelin, Erian, Gaelen, Polson, and I have been given charters by the Swordlords of Restov to explore, map, and pacify the Greenbelt region of the Stolen Lands. Tam was also given a charter, but she fell at the hands of mites." A few small tears escape Constance's eyes and her voice breaks a little.
Gaelen places a hand on Constance's shoulder. "We all feel her loss. Tam will be remembered." He then turns to the newer members of the group and says, "I personally do not wish to continue exploring this region. I think I shall return to Oleg's and assist he and Svetlana with repairing and improving their trading post. Who would like me to sign over my copy of the charter?"
Angus, Constance, and Erian all agree to sign over their charters as well.
Angus says, "Once we have returned to Oleg's, I feel we should send a message to Restov asking them to grant one of us permission to sign over Tam's charter as well."
Suny wriggles out of her sleeping blanket and pads over to look at this 'charter' thing...
Angus pulls a rolled up piece of parchment out of his bag and hands it to Sunny. "Here, give this a read."
"Sure, I'm up for it."
Suny wriggles out of her sleeping blanket and pads over to look at this 'charter' thing...
*Continuing his work, rumbles "What does the charter say? I am not really in a position to handle documents at the moment."*
Suny plops down on the ground, tangles hr legs up beneath her and reads through the paper. As her eyes scan the page, they grow wider.
"Oooo! We's like pirates!" She breathes out excitedly.
Suny plops down on the ground, tangles hr legs up beneath her and reads through the paper. As her eyes scan the page, they grow wider.
"Oooo! We's like pirates!" She breathes out excitedly.
"What is this pirate? What does the document say?"
"What is this pirate? What does the document say?"Sunny plops down on the ground, tangles hr legs up beneath her and reads through the paper. As her eyes scan the page, they grow wider.
"Oooo! We's like pirates!" She breathes out excitedly.
Sunny giggles and turns the charter around for Nerik to read.
"Well...we's not perzactly like Pirates." She purses her lips in thought. "More like Privateers." She nods as if this new word should make perfect sense to every one around her.
If nothing else occurs over night Polson sees out his watch and then approaches the seemingly never sleeping Nerik. "Care to take over my friend?" he asks already stripping off his weapons and preparing his bedroll...
Sunny giggles and turns the charter around for Nerik to read."Well...we's not perzactly like Pirates." She purses her lips in thought. "More like Privateers." She nods as if this new word should make perfect sense to every one around her.
Rumbling, "I do not know what a Privateer is either. Could you read the charter to me?"
Rumbling, "I do not know what a Privateer is either. Could you read the charter to me?"
Sunny's eyes grow large as she looks at Nerik,
"Ye done never heard tales of the daring do and swashing about on'a oceans?" She asks, "Well then, I c'n see I've a swag o' things t' tell ye when we's get back t' some where's with a nice cozy fire, warm food an' plenty o' ale." She nods assertively as if this is some sort of definite plan in her mind,
"As fer th' charter," She turns the page around and begins reciting the words upon the scroll.
14 Pharast, 4710
Dawn arrives with a cold wind and drizzle from the north. Nothing of note occured during the night.
Angus, Constance, Dra, Erian, Gaelen, and Kthonos announce they will be heading for Oleg's.
Polson dresses having noticed the Kobold. Stretching out he gathers his pack and prepares to travel on. "What's it got to say for itself Sunny?
"Well we best go search the kobolds and return this one or go to Oleg's first?"
As Sunny begin's casting the spell over the kobold, it abandons its ruse and attempts to crawl away in a panic. Unfortunately, for the kobold, it gets stuck in the blanket wrapped around it.
*Speaks low to Dra for a minute or two, then bids the others farewell*
"You off Nerik?"
Rumbling, "No, just saying goodbye to the others that are leaving."
"Is that kobold separated from it's tribe?" Sulna asks while packing up his gear.
As the kobold tries to crawl off, Sunny gently helps the creature at least untangle itself.
"Hey there, mate." She says softly, doing her best to use soothing tones. "Um, does ye speak common even a lil'? She asks it. Looking around she glances to every one else in the group.
"Does any one speak scaley?"
TO Sulna she nods, "Aye, that's be th' best guess. We did find th' lil'...," She looks closer at the Kobold and frowns, "...Feller in'a Mite den. So maybe he wus out with those t'others as a huntin' party? Maybe a raindin' group?" She shrugs as her guess work peters out. She smiles to Polson, "Well, he hadn't made a peep till now."
Erian speaks to the kobold, "Ifpesp doutan dahakoan. Tir wux renthisj wer common xanalre di sthyr?"
The kobold stops trying to escape the group, looks around at all of you, then says, "Yes, I speak the common tongue of humans. What are you going to do with me?" He looks at the group around him, obviously worried about his new found health.
"We," Angus motions to those of the group heading back to Oleg's, "won't be doing anything with you. The rest of us haven't decided for sure what they'll be doing."
"Back to Oleg's it is then." says Polson, gesturing at the Kobold to stand and follow.
Donk looks at Polson, seemingly confused for a moment, then says,
"Back to Oleg's it is then."
"For what purpose?"
"A bath?" Sunny suggests to Nerik's question. (^_~)
Sulna greets the kobold, "My name is Sulna. What would you like to do?"
"A bath?" Sunny suggests to Nerik's question. (^_~)
"Do you require one of these *baths*?"
At Nerik's question, Sunny actually lifts an arm and sniffs.
"Hmmmm, well...maybe....I dun't think I'll be makin' wolves run away just yet." She winks at him. "But a good hot bathin' is also a wonderful way of relaxin'..." She sighs wistfully at such a though of a good hot soaking.
Turning to the Kobold she says,
"Now then! Lets get this done right! Folks go by th' habit o' callin' me 'Sunny'." She kneels and offers a hand towards the Kobold, "Whut is it people should be callin' you, then?" She asks.
The kobold looks at Sunny's outstretched arm, thinks a moment, then sticks his arm out as well, but not shaking hands. He says, "My name is Mikmek. I am a hunter and warrior for my clan. I was leading a group to attack the mites, but we got ambushed and captured. Are any of my kin alive?"
As Mikmek is talking, most of you notice that he is no longer showing much fear.
Shrugs at Sunny's comment about bathing.
Rumbles, "Mikmek, I believe your kin have moved on, pass the veil. Do you wish to return to your clan?"
At Nerik's question, Mikmek looks a little apprehensive. "Um. I'd like to, but I don't think things would go over that well. We were supposed to retrieve things the filthy mites stole from us."
At Nerik's question, Mikmek looks a little apprehensive. "Um. I'd like to, but I don't think things would go over that well. We were supposed to retrieve things the filthy mites stole from us."
Bringing out the cloth wrapped statue, and slowly unwrapping it for Mikmek, "This perhaps?"
Sunny takes the Kobold's hand gently in both her own and shakes it.
"Well then, welcome Mikmek. T'is glad I am t' meet'cha." She says quietly with a smile upon her face.
"Aye, Nerik has the right of it. Ye're th' only one left of th' lot whut come here, by th' looks o' whut we found." She eyes the thing Nerik is unwrapping.
"An' not t' make presumptions, but..." And she leaves her question/statement hanging watching the Kobold's response to the unwrapped stone statue.
"I think helping Mikmek get back to his clan is a good idea. Not sure about the rest since I haven't seen any mites around."
"Agreed!" says Polson then begins ushering the Kobold along. "Take us to your leader."
"I think helping Mikmek get back to his clan is a good idea. Not sure about the rest since I haven't seen any mites around."
"No Mites around?, where did Poison's companion Donk go?"
Mikmek snatches the statue out of Nerik's hands and exclaims, "You have it! How did you get it?!" He's holding the statue close to himself, and shuffling back and forth excitedly.
Sunny smiles at Mikmek's glee.
"Well, th' Mites went a' attacked us, so's we returned th' favor an' they wound up dead." She shrugs, "By simple right o' salvage, we took their stuffs."
"There's wisdom in those words.
Should we head out then? Make sure Mikmek makes it back home in one piece."
Mikmek snatches the statue out of Nerik's hands and exclaims, "You have it! How did you get it?!" He's holding the statue close to himself, and shuffling back and forth excitedly.
"Who or what does that represent? I am curious to hear about it as we travel back to your clan."
Shortly after the two groups part ways, Mikmek begins, "Well, our new shaman, Tartuk, says this statue is supposed to be of a demigod who favors kobolds, and has been working to get us all to worship Old Sharptooth, as Tartuk calls him. Personally, I think Tartuk is a little full of himself and just wants to get enough of my kin on his side to take over the tribe."