"Għidilna kif jiffissaw dan, u kif jiġu evitati tagħmel mill-ġdid, jekk jogħġbok."
Jorun takes a deep breath. "I'll try to keep them in mind myself, at the feast."
For Jorun, of course, has his own buttons which may soon be pressed.
Lio nods. Quietly, "We will stay close by throughout the feast. And after, if you need me... us." She looks at Shae and Myri for a moment, drawing them into the conversation just a little.
"Where are your rooms?" Lio asks Myri and Jorun.
She is still firmly within Shae's reach, and at least one hand is touching Shae, perhaps holding hands.
Lio keeps an eye on Jorun.
As everyone eats, Lio turns out to be terrible with chopsticks. But who knows.. maybe she'll learn. She badgers Ulf to show her how to hold them. And then does an amazing job of butchering what he just demonstrated so clearly.
"Għidilna kif jiffissaw dan, u kif jiġu evitati tagħmel mill-ġdid, jekk jogħġbok."
"OK," says Reta. "Biex tiffissa ewwel problema tmur tfajla hemm, kollha tbissim, inti tgħidli, 'Dak boy sbieħ kwalunkwe--isem tiegħu kien mill-bieraħ? Huwa kien kbir. Aħna am apposta jitlob hu skorta magħna minn issa.' Imbagħad huma jġibu lilu minn fejn qed bit-tarjola jew kwalunkwe għall jħarbat int."
"Minħabba hawn am problema. Inti am ħsibt inti tista 'tkun onest hawn."
"U li minħabba li inti am ħsibt impjieg tagħhom kien jagħmel Jittieħed ghalik, sabiex inti tista 'tgħid," Ħares, aħna am barranin, aħna ebda bħal dan il-għalf impjegat, inti ma tagħmel dan miegħi, inti biss tkun onest jgħidu dak li jħossu, id-dritt tajba?"
"Dan am not impjieg tagħhom. Impjieg tagħhom am tagħmel inti kuntenti billi jkunu. Inti mhux kuntent? Huma kkastigati. Huma ma? Huma kkastigati."
"Allura meta inti tgħidli, 'Inti m'għandekx tkun, li jagħmlu me kuntenti, dan jniżżlu fil jorbot.' Huwa invitat. Huwa iżommu qed għaliex am l-ebda għażla, u mbagħad meta inti tgħidli, 'Għaliex inti tkun bħal dik? Am inti qed? I insulta inti b'xi?' Uh-Oh, inti kuntent. Huwa am kkastigati għal tiegħu."
"Mhux tort tiegħek. Imma inti tixtieq dawn in-nies jibqgħu mingħajr kastig, inti daħka bħal tagħhom huma kollha creepy bħal dik aħjar ħaġa qatt ġara. Għażla tiegħek, iżda Reta din l-għażla li għandek."
“Because here am problem. You am thought you could be honest here.”
“And that because you am thought their job was do stuff for you, so you could say, ‘Look, we am crazy foreigners, we no like this servant stuff, you not do that with me, you just be honest say what you feel, all good right?’”
“That am not their job. Their job am make you happy by being subservient. You not happy? They punished. They not subservient? They punished.”
“So when you say, ‘You no be subservient, that make me unhappy,’ it put him in bind. He screwed. He keep being subservient because he am have no choice, and then when you say, ‘Why you being like that? Am you being sarcastic? Am I insulted you somehow?’ Uh-oh, you unhappy. He am punished for his tactlessness.”
“Not your fault. But you want these people go unpunished, you smile like their being all creepy like that best thing ever happened. Maybe am third options here, but Reta am not think of them yet.”
"Where are your rooms?" Lio asks Myri and Jorun.
"I haven't picked one yet," Jorun replies.
"So," she asks you in halfling, most likely to avoid a litany of insistent suggestions, "Where do you want to go? Sample the cuisine at a local-ish restaurant? Or maybe get something from a vendor and head to the park?"
Her jacket is a pretty quilted patchwork of silk patterns that you have not seen before; it may be new. And she has dyed her bangs a deep forest green.
Alaric gives Reta's shoulder a grateful squeeze. "Grazzi, bint. Kont naf li inti tista 'tgħinna jara l-affarijiet b'mod aktar ċar."
Alaric picks one of the servants. |Excuse me. The boy Gansukh from yesterday did a wonderful job. We would be pleased if he were our escort from now on. Please fetch him immediately to take us to town.|
Alaric gives Reta's shoulder a grateful squeeze. "Grazzi, bint. Kont naf li inti tista 'tgħinna jara l-affarijiet b'mod aktar ċar."
Mel smiles at Reta, then just gives up and pulls Reta into a tight hug. "Grazzi." And as they wait to see if Alaric's request is answered, "Kif ma kienu trattament għalik?"
Alaric picks one of the servants. |Excuse me. The boy Gansukh from yesterday did a wonderful job. We would be pleased if he were our escort from now on. Please fetch him immediately to take us to town.|
She flashes Alaric a brilliant smile. |He shall be fetched at once.| She rushes off, presumably to do so.
Mel smiles at Reta, then just gives up and pulls Reta into a tight hug. "Grazzi." And as they wait to see if Alaric's request is answered, "Kif ma kienu trattament għalik?"
"Bħal dawn jittrattaw kulħadd," Reta answers. She thinks for a moment. "Ghandek pedikjur."
"Got a pedicure."
Not long after, the girl returns with Gansukh, who bows to you, saying, |I am honored that you have requested further use of my humble services.|
Shalelu turns to you, trying to gauge how you are feeling. "Shall we venture into town?" she asks.
Alaric immediately casts a Cure Light Wounds on the boy, and will use another if that doesn't fix him fully.
Alaric immediately casts a Cure Light Wounds on the boy, and will use another if that doesn't fix him fully.
Gansukh makes no acknowledgement either of the healing spell nor of whatever prompted it.
|So,| he says. |How might I serve you today?|
Gansukh makes no acknowledgement either of the healing spell nor of whatever prompted it.
|So,| he says. |How might I serve you today?|
There is a pause as Melinda thinks of something to ask, finally, |Can you tell us about the Feast of Three? About what we should expect tonight and for the other three days, please?|
There is a pause as Melinda thinks of something to ask, finally, |Can you tell us about the Feast of Three? About what we should expect tonight and for the other three days, please?|
He bows again. |The Feast of Three, which you attended last night, was a traditional exhibition of the Three Games of Hongal - mounted archery, bareback riding, and wrestling.|
|Tonight, you shall attend the Feast of the Ancients, at which you shall see an ancient Hongali folk tale performed with pi ying xi - shadow puppets - accompanied by throat singing and the music of the morin khuur, the Hongal horsehead fiddle. Following this performance, the honored guests shall no doubt be asked to exhibit a short tale from their own lands using the pi ying xi and traditional accompaniment.|
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
|The following night is the traditional Feast of the Honored Visitors, at which the Honored Guests themselves shall plan both the menu and the entertainment from the traditions of their own lands.|
|And the final night will be the Feast of the Dragon, an outdoor celebration to which the entire town will be invited, at which vendors shall offer special foods made only during special holidays.|
Alaric nods along to the descriptions of the feast, making a mental list of spells to make his comrades look good.
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In the evening, as people begin to trickle in, returning from various ventures around and about, Ameiko gathers the Caravan together prior to that night's feast.
"Niisiis, ükskõik teil õnnestub leida midagi poliitilise olukorra Minkai?" she asks. "Mul õnnestus teha mõned paludes umbes täna hommikul, kuid ma püüdsin hoida seda peent koos ... saatjaskond rippus ümber."
He bows again. |The Feast of Three, which you attended last night, was a traditional exhibition of the Three Games of Hongal - mounted archery, bareback riding, and wrestling.|
|Tonight, you shall attend the Feast of the Ancients, at which you shall see an ancient Hongali folk tale performed with pi ying xi - shadow puppets - accompanied by throat singing and the music of the morin khuur, the Hongal horsehead fiddle. Following this performance, the honored guests shall no doubt be asked to exhibit a short tale from their own lands using the pi ying xi and traditional accompaniment.|
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
|The following night is the traditional Feast of the Honored Visitors, at which the Honored Guests themselves shall plan both the menu and the entertainment from the traditions of their own lands.|
At noontime, Ameiko and her trailing retinue of half a dozen or so fawning assistants meet up with you and yours.
"So," she asks you in halfling, most likely to avoid a litany of insistent suggestions, "Where do you want to go? Sample the cuisine at a local-ish restaurant? Or maybe get something from a vendor and head to the park?"
Her jacket is a pretty quilted patchwork of silk patterns that you have not seen before; it may be new. And she has dyed her bangs a deep forest green.
Kalimac rolls his eyes at the completely unnecessary group of hangers-on and assistants that follows them as he thinks over the choices.
"A vendor, I think," he replies in Halfling. "And while it may not be the most romantic of shopping destinations, I'd like to see about getting you fitted for some suitable armor. And perhaps something myself that will blend in better than the Varisian armor I normally wear."
Kalimac attempts to use the chopsticks without totally making a fool of himself. He did get introduced to them about seven months ago, but didn't have a lot of luck with them at the time.
But now he seems to have a better hand at them.
Kalimac has apparently stolen all of Myri's previous polished skill as they have clearly switched ability since Kalsgard. She not only can't seem to pick anything up with them, but can't even keep them seated in her hand. She blinks at them brow furrowed, then turns and looks at Buttersnips in obvious confusion.
Liothonae enters the archery competition, and murmurs quietly in the ear of the horse she is to ride for a little while before mounting.
When she finally does, she rides the horse flawlessly and executes a perfect shot that strikes directly in the bullseye, immediately next to Myriana's. Their arrows are the only two to strike the precise center this whole evening.
Myri watches. Her jaw drops. "Lio. That was awesome! I can't...I mean, wow! I didn't know you could do that. That's fantastic!" She applauds enthusiastically.
Myri watches. Her jaw drops. "Lio. That was awesome! I can't...I mean, wow! I didn't know you could do that. That's fantastic!" She applauds enthusiastically.
Liothonae enters the archery competition, and murmurs quietly in the ear of the horse she is to ride for a little while before mounting.
When she finally does, she rides the horse flawlessly and executes a perfect shot that strikes directly in the bullseye, immediately next to Myriana's. Their arrows are the only two to strike the precise center this whole evening.
Lio smiles enigmatically.
Sometime later, when the first night's festivities are over, as Lio and Shae walk to their room, which is likely near Myri's, to retire for the evening... Lio seeks out Myri for a moment, and very very quietly tells her,
Stealth Roll
All ah 'ad ta do was emagine 'is Royal Majesty's face 'ere."
Lio nods. Quietly, "We will stay close by throughout the feast. And after, if you need me... us." She looks at Shae and Myri for a moment, drawing them into the conversation just a little.
Myri smiles and nods firmly towards Jorun.
"Where are your rooms?" Lio asks Myri and Jorun.
She is still firmly within Shae's reach, and at least one hand is touching Shae, perhaps holding hands.
Myri waves in the general direction of her room. She does not seem to be quite as concerned now that Lio's demeanor has apparently improved.
"I haven't picked one yet," Jorun replies.
Lio requests, softly, "Ah would prefer ef ye took a room near us. In case summaken 'appens."
She looks to Myri (if Myri is there), to see is she has picked out where she will be sleeping.
"Anwyl... Ay ken I'm goen ta need lots of fresh air tomorrow. Would ye mind stayen in 'e city weth me most of 'e day, until we 'ave ta be back at 'e palace?"
Another worried glance at Jorun. "Whot do ye ken ye'll do weth yer free time this week? ...I've tolked to Sandru about arrangen fer money ta be sent back ta yer people."
Lio gives him a brief outline of how investing in caravans works, the risks, the possibly percentage chances for payout (she does not mention the actual gold piece amount she would be contributing, rather, she looks at Shae, her expression indicating she will be contributing and wants your opinion and thoughts later that night or the next day) and then she lets him know that with his 140 gold, they would be able to start the ball rolling.
"Gonna need to work with a coupla caravan members ta make et 'appen. I'll need to start doen summa arrangen fer this. So 'opefully tomorrow or 'e day after, everything well be set on this end. We'll need ta establish contact with yer people. Did ye wont ta be 'e one ta ask Alarek to contact yer friends weth 'is magek, and inform 'em of our plans ta aide 'em, or would ye prefer I ask?" Lio's tone seems to sound like she thinks it'll go over better if Jorun talks to Alaric, but she will do the talking, if Jorun wishes. "Aye ken we take a two fold approach. Alaric's ability to speak to others long distance, an' a letter written by ye, thot we send, so 'ey can feel secure thot et's really comen frum ye, an' isnt summa kainda trap."
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Night2:
um, untrained perform sing assist?:
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
how about:
|The following night is the traditional Feast of the Honored Visitors, at which the Honored Guests themselves shall plan both the menu and the entertainment from the traditions of their own lands.|
one of the options above...or (if allowed)
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
|The following night is the traditional Feast of the Honored Visitors, at which the Honored Guests themselves shall plan both the menu and the entertainment from the traditions of their own lands.|
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Whenever you get up, eager attendants will be crowded outside your door to take you anywhere you might wish to go and help you in any way you might wish.
clothes shopping including women's underthings
plushie goblin and or frog
baby blanket with embroidered goblin or frog
unspecified magic item(s) or bow upgrades - suggestions welcome...she's going to window shop, apparently
high grade wood
Myri smiles and nods firmly towards Jorun...
Myri waves in the general direction of her room. She does not seem to be quite as concerned now that Lio's demeanor has apparently improved.
Lio looks much better. Getting distance from the servants was very helpful. Jorun's wisdom aided tremendously. If Myri hadn't helped keep the servants away while Shae hustled Lio into their room, things might have gone much worse. But she can breathe now. And that has let her reflect. And now that she's able to plan tomorrow's activities, she has some control again. What she'll do with the horde of servants when they reappear, she has no idea. But for now, she's doing just fine.
Sometime later, when the first night's festivities are over, as Lio and Shae walk to their room, which is likely near Myri's, to retire for the evening... Lio seeks out Myri for a moment, and very very quietly tells her,
1d20 +16 Stealth Roll
** spoiler omitted **
Myri attempts valiantly to keep her face completely impassive.
bluff:
and probably fails miserably.
Lio seeks out Myri, when Shae isn't nearby. "Since Shae's birthday is soon, the 1st of Desnus is only a few days away... is... there anything you normally do? A family tradition?"
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
In the morning, a passel of fresh faces appear eager to escort you wherever you might need to go, about the palace or in the city.
Shalelu turns to you, trying to gauge how you are feeling. "Shall we venture into town?" she asks.
Lio nods. "Maybe they have a park. And a bakery." The last bit is said rather optimistically. Lio likes baked things.
A pause, as she looks at the fresh faces. She looks back at Shae.
He bows again. |The Feast of Three, which you attended last night, was a traditional exhibition of the Three Games of Hongal - mounted archery, bareback riding, and wrestling.|
|Tonight, you shall attend the Feast of the Ancients, at which you shall see an ancient Hongali folk tale performed with pi ying xi - shadow puppets - accompanied by throat singing and the music of the morin khuur, the Hongal horsehead fiddle. Following this performance, the honored guests shall no doubt be asked to exhibit a short tale from their own lands using the pi ying xi and traditional accompaniment.|
|Tomorrow night shall be the Feast of Fire, when the entertainers shall display a dazzling acrobatics exhibition of fire breathing and swordplay whilst dancing upon hot coals. The Honored Guests will not of course be asked to endanger themselves, but a display of similar entertainments on their part will no doubt be requested.|
|The following night is the traditional Feast of the Honored Visitors, at which the Honored Guests themselves shall plan both the menu and the entertainment from the traditions of their own lands.|
|And the final night will be the Feast of the Dragon, an outdoor celebration to which the entire town will be invited, at which vendors shall offer special foods made only during special holidays.|
Mel's arms find their way around Alaric, |I should check if Myri wants me to help with the music for the forth night.| She shrugs, |Or see if Rhost wants help in the kitchen.|
She smiles, |The last night sounds fun.| Looks over at Gansukh. |Thank you.|
Mel's arms find their way around Alaric, |I should check if Myri wants me to help with the music for the forth night.| She shrugs, |Or see if Rhost wants help in the kitchen.|
She smiles, |The last night sounds fun.| Looks over at Gansukh. |Thank you.|
"Good plan. For my part, I think some Eagle's Splendors on the performers. And then sit back and enjoy the show."
With your background, you think it most likely that, since you were clearly so upset by your servants yesterday, that entire group has been taken off to be punished for disturbing you, and replaced with ones it is hoped will serve you better.
You and Shalelu each have your own sets of servants.
You can select whatever sleeping arrangements you lie.
Jorun has taken a room next to yours.
|I should check if Myri wants me to help with the music for the forth night.| She shrugs, |Or see if Rhost wants help in the kitchen.|
"Good plan. For my part, I think some Eagle's Splendors on the performers. And then sit back and enjoy the show."
Kalimac rolls his eyes at the completely unnecessary group of hangers-on and assistants that follows them as he thinks over the choices.
"A vendor, I think," he replies in Halfling. "And while it may not be the most romantic of shopping destinations, I'd like to see about getting you fitted for some suitable armor. And perhaps something myself that will blend in better than the Varisian armor I normally wear."
"Clothes shopping is always a good date as far as I'm concerned, even if the clothing has metal in it," Ameiko says. "Lunch first? I'd rather like to find out what 'fried milk' is."
Kalimac has apparently stolen all of Myri's previous polished skill as they have clearly switched ability since Kalsgard. She not only can't seem to pick anything up with them, but can't even keep them seated in her hand. She blinks at them brow furrowed, then turns and looks at Buttersnips in obvious confusion.
"It's been seven months since you gave a try," says the nimble fey, who wields them effortlessly. "You're just out of practice."
She dextrously picks up various bits of food with the chopsticks and offers them to Myriana.
(Offers them rather ... pointedly, some of you suspect, with the Prince right there on Myriana's other side.)
Lio requests, softly, "Ah would prefer ef ye took a room near us. In case summaken 'appens."
Jorun nods.
"Anwyl... Ay ken I'm goen ta need lots of fresh air tomorrow. Would ye mind stayen in 'e city weth me most of 'e day, until we 'ave ta be back at 'e palace?"
"I would be happy to," Shaleu replies.
Another worried glance at Jorun. "Whot do ye ken ye'll do weth yer free time this week?"
"I didn't really have any plans," he confesses.
Lio gives him a brief outline of how investing in caravans works, the risks, the possibly percentage chances for payout (she does not mention the actual gold piece amount she would be contributing, rather, she looks at Shae, her expression indicating she will be contributing and wants your opinion and thoughts later that night or the next day) and then she lets him know that with his 140 gold, they would be able to start the ball rolling.
Shalelu inclines her head to indicate that she understands the discussion will happen later.
"Gonna need to work with a coupla caravan members ta make et 'appen. I'll need to start doen summa arrangen fer this. So 'opefully tomorrow or 'e day after, everything well be set on this end. We'll need ta establish contact with yer people. Did ye wont ta be 'e one ta ask Alarek to contact yer friends weth 'is magek, and inform 'em of our plans ta aide 'em, or would ye prefer I ask?" Lio's tone seems to sound like she thinks it'll go over better if Jorun talks to Alaric, but she will do the talking, if Jorun wishes. "Aye ken we take a two fold approach. Alaric's ability to speak to others long distance, an' a letter written by ye, thot we send, so 'ey can feel secure thot et's really comen frum ye, an' isnt summa kainda trap."
"Could you talk to Alaric?" he asks hesitantly. "I don't really know him very well."
clothes shopping including women's underthings
plushie goblin and or frog
baby blanket with embroidered goblin or frogunspecified magic item(s) or bow upgrades - suggestions welcome...she's going to window shop, apparently
high grade wood
Lio nods. "Maybe they have a park. And a bakery." The last bit is said rather optimistically. Lio likes baked things.
A pause, as she looks at the fresh faces. She looks back at Shae.
"I am quite certain I saw both on the way over," Shalelu answers.
She smiles, |The last night sounds fun.| Looks over at Gansukh. |Thank you.|
He bows. Again.
When the time for this evening's feast rolls around, the menu proves to consist of steamed Hongali stone frogs, goose stomach, goat's feet tendons in wheat noodles, fish lips with celery, solidified duck blood, and drunken shrimp - a delicacy in which one dips live shrimp in alcohol before pinching off their heads and eating their flesh.
Chopsticks are, of course, still the utensils being used, and Myriana appears to be having better luck with them today, much to the Prince's delight. Once again, he has insisted that she take the place of honor, and spends most of the meal conversing with her.
The evening's entertainment is, in fact, enchanting. A troupe of performers use leather shadow puppets in the darkened room to portray the ancient Hongali folk tale "Why the Marmot Doesn't Have Thumbs".
The puppets are wielded with astonishing dexterity and cunning to create images on the wall that seem to move and gesture and speak like living creatures. The music is hauntingly beautiful - the horse-head fiddle is a lovely instrument, and, for those unfamiliar with throat singing, the pure harmonics create a second melody over the deep notes of the music, so it sounds as if the singers are accompanying themselves upon some sort of flute, even though they use only their voices. Uksahkka is in raptures, as this is her favorite sort of music.
The tale itself is, of course, narrated in Hongali, but if any of those who speak that language wish to quietly translate or explain the gist at a later time, here is the text:
But, in one region, there lived a handsome archer called Erkhii Mergen who shot at what he saw and hit what he shot at. Many people and animals came to him and begged him, 'Please shoot the seven suns in the sky and destroy them.'
The archer Erkhii Mergen was very conceited about his accuracy as an archer and thought himself a brave, strong and proud man. So he took an oath: If I can't shoot the seven suns with seven arrows, I will cut off my thumbs and no longer be a man. I will no longer drink clear water, eat the dry grass from the last year and continue my life as a marmot living in a dark hole beneath the earth.
From the east, he shot at the seven suns moving high up in the sky, one after another, from the east to the west. After he had shot the sixth sun, he aimed carefully at the seventh, but just then a swallow came flying along and concealed the sun. When the arrow was released from Erkhii Mergen's bow, it didn't hit the sun but the swallow's tail; that's why the swallow has a forked tail. The last sun was afraid of Erkhii Mergen and hurried to hide behind the mountains in the west.
Erkhii Mergen thought, 'The swallow obstructed my view,' so he took his piebald horse and set out to chase the swallow and kill it. His horse swore, 'I will chase the swallow from dusk to dusk. If I haven't caught up with the swallow by then, cut off my forelegs and throw them away. Then I will be no longer a horse but live in an uneven and rough place.'
But, no matter how fast the horse ran, the swallow was always just out of reach and boldly flew around their heads. Finally dusk came upon them and the horse hadn't been able to catch up with the swallow. Erkhii Mergen got very angry and cut off the two forelegs of his piebald horse. Since then, it lives in an uneven and rough place and has become a Hongali jumping mouse whose front legs are short, too. It is said that the swallow is still mocking riders crying 'catch me if you can!' when, at dusk, she flies in circles around the riders' heads.
The proud Erkhii Mergen stayed true to his own word and cut off his thumbs. He didn't live as man anymore but became a marmot. He didn't drink pure water anymore, ate the dry grass from the previous year and lived in a hole beneath the earth. Since then, it is said, the marmot has only four fingers on each paw and, early each morning, Erkhii Mergen forgets that he has become a marmot whereupon he comes out of his hole and waits for the sun to rise, wanting to shoot this last sun from the sky.
There is a piece of meat in a marmot called 'man's meat' that no human is allowed to eat because the Hongali people believe that it is Erkhii Mergen's flesh. The only sun remaining in the sky is still afraid of Erkhii Mergen and hides behind the mountains in the west. That's why there is a day and a night.
When the tale is done and the applause at last dies down, Prince Batsaikhar asks to his Honored Guests perform something using the shadow puppets that comes form the young lands of beautiful women.
"I can do the primary singing or string playing, if people want," Ameiko says quietly. "What shall we perform? Lio, did you have a historical folktale in mind? Or did someone else have an idea? Or ... maybe should we just do the one about the bear, since all of us know it?"
""I can do the primary singing or string playing, if people want," Ameiko says quietly. "What shall we perform? Lio, did you have a historical folktale in mind? Or did someone else have an idea? Or ... maybe should we just do the one about the bear, since all of us know it?"
"There are a couple Galtic folktales I'd love to share with the prince," Alaric says. "Let's see... there's 'We Have Them Outnumbered,' 'How the King Lost His Head,' 'The Day the Leech Learned Responsibility,' 'Workers Control the Means of Production...'" Alaric will continue to list stories that all sound like they end with some rich guy being murdered by a mob.
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Hrunndalf volunteers to assist the musical accompanyment with his basso voice.
He is more than happy to take a lead role in the third night's events, offering extravagant swordplay, Walls of Fire, and the appropriate bellowing to go with it. :)
On the fourth night, he will again fulfill an assisting role, including the use of his voluminous voice to introduce and comment his friends' acts.
""I can do the primary singing or string playing, if people want," Ameiko says quietly. "What shall we perform? Lio, did you have a historical folktale in mind? Or did someone else have an idea? Or ... maybe should we just do the one about the bear, since all of us know it?""There are a couple Galtic folktales I'd love to share with the prince," Alaric says. "Let's see... there's 'We Have Them Outnumbered,' 'How the King Lost His Head,' 'The Day the Leech Learned Responsibility,' 'Workers Control the Means of Production...'" Alaric will continue to list stories that all sound like they end with some rich guy being murdered by a mob.
Mel thinks on Alaric's suggestion, "Isn't 'We Have Them Outnumbered' one of the revolutionary songs?" She smiles "I have the music for that one."
Mel thinks on Alaric's suggestion, "Isn't 'We Have Them Outnumbered' one of the revolutionary songs?" She smiles "I have the music for that one."""I can do the primary singing or string playing, if people want," Ameiko says quietly. "What shall we perform? Lio, did you have a historical folktale in mind? Or did someone else have an idea? Or ... maybe should we just do the one about the bear, since all of us know it?""There are a couple Galtic folktales I'd love to share with the prince," Alaric says. "Let's see... there's 'We Have Them Outnumbered,' 'How the King Lost His Head,' 'The Day the Leech Learned Responsibility,' 'Workers Control the Means of Production...'" Alaric will continue to list stories that all sound like they end with some rich guy being murdered by a mob.
"Woudnt that affend our hosts and cause us problms?" Lio asks quietly. Her tone, as she says the word 'hosts' shows her dislike of the Prince. But the party had a mission, and offending the Prince could derail that.