knowledge history to recount and suggest a historical folk tale.
""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.
"I don't think I'll be much help with the puppetry or the music, but I can handle the narration," says Kalimac. "You'll have to brief me on those Galtic folktales, Alaric, if we decide to go that route."
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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. :)
Kalimac will assist Hrunndalf, adding his hobbit fierceness to the huge oracle's.
"I don't think I'll be much help with the puppetry or the music, but I can handle the narration," says Kalimac. "You'll have to brief me on those Galtic folktales, Alaric, if we decide to go that route."
Lio shakes her head and sighs.
"Could you talk to Alaric?" he asks hesitantly. "I don't really know him very well."
"I will speak ta 'im. But fer 'e record. He 'as no love lost fer me. So if 'e dunna agree, we'll need to make suare to write a really good l'tter, fer yer people." She says.
"I am quite certain I saw both on the way over," Shalelu answers.
"Anwyl... the servants... they're all... new." Lio whispers.
StealthA pause. Even quieter, "I'm afraid I made a grave mistake sending them away yesterday. They are most certainly being punished for not pleasing me yesterday. DamnDamnDamn." Lio is quickly beginning to panic, and trying very hard not to let it show, so this new group of servants isn't punished, too. She looks into your eyes, finding strength there, in your gaze.
Shalelu's birthday will fall on the day of the Feast of the Honored Visitors.
"Since Shae's Birthday falls on both Desnus one, an' 'e day of Honor'd Visitors, do you mind ef I ask Rhost fer cakes an' check with 'e group ta maike two Bonfires? Et's sort of a Druid tradishun ta 'ave two bonfires an' cakes on Desnus one. But it's also Shae's birthday, an' a dunna know whot ye normally do fer 'er birthday. Last time she 'ad one, I was weth 'e druids conducten rituals, so I wassna 'ere." Lio says quietly.
dex roll for chopsticks use
Alaric is silent, looking from Lio to Kalimac to Mel. More statement than question: "You guys aren't big on irony, are you?"
Alaric is silent, looking from Lio to Kalimac to Mel. More statement than question: "You guys aren't big on irony, are you?"
Lio blinks. "Oh."
Brows furrow as she puzzles what he said out. "Must have lost 'e ironic tone in translashun." She adds.
"Anwyl... the servants... they're all... new." Lio whispers. A pause. Even quieter, "I'm afraid I made a grave mistake sending them away yesterday. They are most certainly being punished for not pleasing me yesterday. DamnDamnDamn." Lio is quickly beginning to panic, and trying very hard not to let it show, so this new group of servants isn't punished, too. She looks into your eyes, finding strength there, in your gaze.
"Do you think it would help to ask for them back?" she asks, her voice serious.
"I will speak ta 'im. But fer 'e record. He 'as no love lost fer me. So if 'e dunna agree, we'll need to make suare to write a really good l'tter, fer yer people." She says.
Jorun nods.
knowledge history to recount and suggest a historical folk tale.
Alaric is silent, looking from Lio to Kalimac to Mel. More statement than question: "You guys aren't big on irony, are you?"
Mel chuckles, "I liked the idea, even if you were joking." She smiles over at Ameiko, "Whichever song we pick, I'll be happy to sing back-up."
Lio looks for Alaric. When she has located him, she asks,
"Alarek, would ye be willing ta contact one of the former slaves Jorun was weth, before we leave this town, with yer magic?
"Do you think it would help to ask for them back?" she asks, her voice serious.
"Only if I also keep these servants, otherwise these will be punished. I'm going to be surrounded by people who are fawning all over me, or they get hurt because of me." Her very quiet voice is desperate. She'll do it, but the thought terrifies her. What is she going to do with them?
Mel chuckles, "I liked the idea, even if you were joking." She smiles over at Ameiko, "Whichever song we pick, I'll be happy to sing back-up."
"I suppose I coulde hum along, or sommaken, ta 'elp out." Lio offers.
Lio looks for Alaric. When she has located him, she asks,
"Alarek, would ye be willing ta contact one of the former slaves Jorun was weth, before we leave this town, with yer magic?
"Of course. Compose the twenty-five word message you'd like sent, and the name of the person for whom it's intended. A description of the person wouldn't hurt either. They'll be able to respond briefly as well, although I've seen messages get cut off in the middle if someone isn't used to the spell."
Rhost again eats a little of everything, and is watching to see if Melinda eats the drunken shrimp.
Rhost will assist the Oratory portion of the evening by making sound effects.
Rhost frowns at the discussion of which Galtian tale to tell. "On peen," he says.
"Of course. Compose the twenty-five word message you'd like sent, and the name of the person for whom it's intended. A description of the person wouldn't hurt either. They'll be able to respond briefly as well, although I've seen messages get cut off in the middle if someone isn't used to the spell."Lio looks for Alaric. When she has located him, she asks,
"Alarek, would ye be willing ta contact one of the former slaves Jorun was weth, before we leave this town, with yer magic?
Lio looks pleasantly surprised, as if perhaps she didn't think Alaric would agree.
"Thank ye." She says, her smile showing how happy she is that Alaric is willing to do this. "I will speak with Jorun and come up with a message."
Rhost again eats a little of everything, and is watching to see if Melinda eats the drunken shrimp.
Lio shoots Rhost a grin as she sees him watching Mel. Of course, that also makes her curious, so she too, shoots little glances over at her great granddaughter, to see if the live shrimp seem appealing to Mel.
Lio apparently is quite fond of live shrimp. At one point, under her breath, whoever is sitting next to her, might hear her say, in common, as she's eating,
stealth
"noooo don't eat meeeeee." as she dunks one of the shrimp, she makes gurgle noises, and then eats the shrimp with a quiet satisfaction.
Rhost frowns at the discussion of which Galtian tale to tell. "On peen," he says.
"I know a good story..." Lio offers.
Rhost frowns at the discussion of which Galtian tale to tell. "On peen," he says.
"I know, I know," Alaric mutters, mollified. Looking toward the prince, it's easy to imagine Alaric mentally sketching in a guillotine or gallows around the noble's seat. "You can take the boy out of Galt, but you can't take the Galt out of the boy."
Rhost again eats a little of everything, and is watching to see if Melinda eats the drunken shrimp.Lio shoots Rhost a grin as she sees him watching Mel. Of course, that also makes her curious, so she too, shoots little glances over at her great granddaughter, to see if the live shrimp seem appealing to Mel.
Mel seems quite happy to eat the little shrimp, although she must be doing something else to season them, since she doesn't dunk them in the booze.
The son of the Red King sought to escape from death. He journeyed for eight years and came to the queen of all the birds that fly. And the queen of the birds asked him, 'Whither away, Peterkin?'
'Thither, where there is neither death nor old age, to marry me.'
The queen said to him, 'Here is neither death nor old age.'
Then Peterkin said to her, 'How comes it that here is neither death nor old age?'
Then she said to him, 'When I whittle away the wood of all this forest, then death will come and take me and old age.'
Then Peterkin said, 'One day and one morning death will come and old age, and take me.'
And he departed further, and journeyed on eight years and arrived at a palace of copper. And a maiden came forth from that palace and took him and kissed him. She said, 'I have waited long for thee.'
She took the horse and put him in the stable, and the lad spent the night there. He arose in the morning and placed his saddle on the horse.
Then the maiden began to weep, and asked him, 'Whither away, Peterkin?'
'Thither, where there is neither death nor old age.'
Then the maiden said to him, 'Here is neither death nor old age.'
Then he asked her, 'How comes it that here is neither death nor old age?'
Why, when these mountains are levelled, and these forests, then death will come.'
This is no place for me,' said the lad to her. And he departed further.
He came to a hut. In that hut he beholds a lad, as it were ten years old, who asked him, What seekest thou, Peterkin, here?'
I seek the place where there is neither death nor old age.'
The lad said, 'Here is neither death nor old age. I am the Wind.'
Then Peterkin said, 'Never, never will I go from here.' And he dwelt there a hundred years and grew no older.
There the lad dwelt, and he went out to hunt in the Mountains of Gold and Silver, and he could scarce carry home the game.
Then what said the Wind to him? 'Peterkin, go unto all the Mountains of Gold and unto the Mountains of Silver; but go not to the Mountain of Regret or to the Valley of Grief.'
He heeded not, but went to the Mountain of Regret and the Valley of Grief. And Grief cast him down; he wept till his eyes were full.
And he went to the Wind. 'I am going home to my father, I will not stay longer.'
'Go not, for your father is dead, and brothers you have no more left at home. A million years. have come and gone since then. The spot is not known where your father's palace stood. They have planted melons on it; it is but an hour since I passed that way.'
But the lad departed thence, and arrived at the maiden's whose was the palace of copper. Only one stick remained, and she cut it and grew old. As he knocked at the door, the stick fell and she died. He buried her, and departed thence. And he came to the queen of the birds in the great forest. Only one branch remained, and that was all but through.
When she saw him she said, 'Peterkin, thou art quite young.'
Then he said to her, 'Dost thou remember telling me to tarry here?'
As she pressed and broke through the branch, she, too, fell and died.
He came where his father's palace stood and looked about him. There was no palace, no anything. And he departed thence, and came on an old man with his beard down to his belt. 'Father, where is the palace of the Red King? I am his son.'
'What is this,' said the old man, 'thou tellest me, that thou art his son? My father's father has told me of the Red King. His very city is no more. Dost thou not see it is vanished? And dost thou tell me that thou art the Red King's son? All that is left of is this chest of stone.'
And the Red King's son went to the chest out and opened it. Death sat in one corner groaning, and Old Age groaning in another corner.
Then what said Old Age? 'Lay hold of him, Death.'
'Lay hold of him yourself.'
Old Age laid hold of him in front, and Death laid hold of him behind.
The old man took and buried him decently. And, as he was dead, the old man took his money and also his horse.
"Only if I also keep these servants, otherwise these will be punished. I'm going to be surrounded by people who are fawning all over me, or they get hurt because of me." Her very quiet voice is desperate. She'll do it, but the thought terrifies her. What is she going to do with them?
"We'll think of something for them to do," Shalelu says. "Better that than their being punished surely?"
A Varisian Folk Tale. It is about how no one can cheat death, even Princes, but it's subtler than the Galtic ones:
The son of the Red King sought to escape from death. He journeyed for eight years and came to the queen of all the birds that fly. And the queen of the birds asked him, 'Whither away, Peterkin?'
'Thither, where there is neither death nor old age, to marry me.'
The queen said to him, 'Here is neither death nor old age.'
Then Peterkin said to her, 'How comes it that here is neither death nor old age?'
Then she said to him, 'When I whittle away the wood of all this forest, then death will come and take me and old age.'
Then Peterkin said, 'One day and one morning death will come and old age, and take me.'
And he departed further, and journeyed on eight years and arrived at a palace of copper. And a maiden came forth from that palace and took him and kissed him. She said, 'I have waited long for thee.'
She took the horse and put him in the stable, and the lad spent the night there. He arose in the morning and placed his saddle on the horse.
Then the maiden began to weep, and asked him, 'Whither away, Peterkin?'
'Thither, where there is neither death nor old age.'
Then the maiden said to him, 'Here is neither death nor old age.'
Then he asked her, 'How comes it that here is neither death nor old age?'
Why, when these mountains are levelled, and these forests, then death will come.'
This is no place for me,' said the lad to her. And he departed further.
He came to a hut. In that hut he beholds a lad, as it were ten years old, who asked him, What seekest thou, Peterkin, here?'
I seek the place where there is neither death nor old age.'
The lad said, 'Here is neither death nor old age. I am the Wind.'
Then Peterkin said, 'Never, never will I go from here.' And he dwelt there a hundred years and grew no older.
There the lad dwelt, and he went out to hunt in the Mountains of Gold and Silver, and he could scarce carry home the game.
Then what said the Wind to him? 'Peterkin, go unto all the Mountains of Gold and unto the Mountains of Silver; but go not to the Mountain of Regret or to the Valley of Grief.'
He heeded not, but went to the Mountain of Regret and the Valley of Grief. And Grief cast him down; he wept till his eyes were full.
And he went to the Wind. 'I am going home to my father, I will not stay longer.'
'Go not, for your father is dead, and brothers you have no more left at home. A million years. have come and gone since then. The spot is not known where your father's palace stood. They have planted melons on it; it is but an hour since I passed that way.'
But the lad departed thence, and arrived at the maiden's whose was the palace of copper. Only one stick remained, and she cut it and grew old. As he knocked at the door, the stick fell and she died. He buried her, and departed thence. And he came to the queen of the birds in the great forest. Only one branch remained, and that was all but through.
When she saw him she said, 'Peterkin, thou art quite young.'
Then he said to her, 'Dost thou remember telling me to tarry here?'
As she pressed and broke through the branch, she, too, fell and died.
He came where his father's palace stood and looked about him. There was no palace, no anything. And he departed thence, and came on an old man with his beard down to his belt. 'Father, where is the palace of the Red King? I am his son.'
'What is this,' said the old man, 'thou tellest me, that thou art his son? My father's father has told me of the Red King. His very city is no more. Dost thou not see it is vanished? And dost thou tell me that thou art the Red King's son? All that is left of is this chest of stone.'
And the Red King's son went to the chest out and opened it. Death sat in one corner groaning, and Old Age groaning in another corner.
Then what said Old Age? 'Lay hold of him, Death.'
'Lay hold of him yourself.'
Old Age laid hold of him in front, and Death laid hold of him behind.
The old man took and buried him decently. And, as he was dead, the old man took his money and also his horse.
"We'll think of something for them to do," Shalelu says. "Better that than their being punished surely?"
Lio nods. She wasn't disagreeing. She was just panicked. Lio takes a breath, faces the servants.
|Excuse me?| Lio gets the attention of one of the servants.
|It would give me great pleasure if I could have not only the company of you nice people, but also the ones that served me yesterday and are not here today. Would it be possible to have them, in addition to you all, for company from now on?| She says. Diplomacy
Music -
Ameiko: Perform Sing
Assisted by: Myriana, Hrunndalf, Melinda, Liothonae, Shalelu, Kelda, Uksahkka
Narration -
Kalimac: Perform Oratory
Assisted by: Rhost, Sandru, Reta, Ulf
Puppets –
Zaiobe: Perform Act
Assisted by: Spivey, Buttersnips, Jorun
All others not making checks.
Spells cast: As yet unannounced (Guidance will not work on an extended skill check of this nature, as it has a one minute duration)
Story being told: As yet undecided (one has just been suggested under the spoiler “Lio Shares This Story”; previous suggestions seem to have so far been voted down)
|Excuse me?| Lio gets the attention of one of the servants. |It would give me great pleasure if I could have not only the company of you nice people, but also the ones that served me yesterday and are not here today. Would it be possible to have them, in addition to you all, for company from now on?|
|They shall be fetched for you immediately!| a smiling girl tells you, and within minutes, your retinue is twice as large.
Assuming Alaric has a chance to prepare spells, Ameiko, Kalimac and Zaiobe will get an Eagle's Splendor each.
She smiles, |The last night sounds fun.| Looks over at Gansukh. |Thank you.|He bows. Again.
Mel smiles at the boy. Trying to keep the other thoughts tumbling through her brain hidden, she stands up. |Would you mind taking me through the palace? It is a beautiful place and I would like to see all of it that you can take me to see.|
|Excellent.| Lio says as the girl runs off. Her gaze going to Shae, hoping she has some idea of what to do with this many people.
"Should check on Jorun afore we go out." She says, and looks to his door, to see if he has servants in front of it, and if they've changed. "Should also tell everyone about what happens to the servants if they get sent away."
"They've been hurt." Lio says to Shae when she seems the servants approach. "Do you think it's alright if I use the wand to heal them?"
Mel smiles at the boy. Trying to keep the other thoughts tumbling through her brain hidden, she stands up. |Would you mind taking me through the palace? It is a beautiful place and I would like to see all of it that you can take me to see.|
Alaric nods in response to Mel's unvoiced message.
Mel smiles at the boy. Trying to keep the other thoughts tumbling through her brain hidden, she stands up.
|Would you mind taking me through the palace? It is a beautiful place and I would like to see all of it that you can take me to see.|
|Certainly!| says Gansukh, as he beings to lead you and the rest of your retinue through the many halls and rooms. |The Palace began as a humble yurt on the shore of the lake. As it was enlarged, the architects used structures with 6 and 12 angles with pyramidal roofs to approximate to the round shape of a yurt, with a quadratic internal structure. The trellis walls, roof poles and layers of felt were replaced by stone, brick, beams and planks, and became permanent. Note the traditional meandering ornamentation of the upper walls. The internal organization and furnishing mirror spiritual concepts, giving special significance to each of the cardinal directions, with the door always facing south. The northeastern quarter is reserved for women, and men are prohibited from entering this quarter, although women are allowed to throw hard objects such as scissors at men through the door should they feel so inclined. The building is heated by smoke pipes installed under the floors. Soon you shall see the famous fountain inside the palace, where four silver sculptures of lions sit at the foot of a Silver Tree, and fermented mare's milk, favorite drink of the Hongali, runs from their mouths. Four golden serpents twine around the tree. Wine runs out from the mouth of one serpent, airag from the mouth of the second serpent, mead from the third, and rice beer from the fourth. The top of the tree is crowned by an angel blowing a bugle. The branches, leaves and fruits of the tree are all made of silver. Sculptures of tortoises may also be found in four different parts of the palace ...|
"And I don't imagine any of these people will say anything at all about your use of the wand, should you do so," Shalelu says a little bit grimly.
Lio will then proceed to ask where each of her friends are staying, will knock on each door of the npcs rooms, and inform them, if they happen to answer, of what happens to the servants, in Halfling, of course. And Lio will ask Shae to come along as she does this, as well. The first person whose door she knocks on, since he's closest, is Jorun.
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Jorun opens the door. "Yes?"
In the morning, some of you may notice Liothonae and Shalelu going from door to door among your rooms in the Palace, speaking briefly with various Caravan members. For some reason, Liothonae's retinue is twice as large as anyone else's, a full dozen eager servitors.
Kalimac nods as she finishes. "That is a good story, Lio. I like it."
Narration -
Kalimac: Perform Oratory
Assisted by: Rhost, Sandru, Reta, Ulf
In halfling, Lio says quietly, "Did you happen to have any servants different today from yesterday evening? The ones attending me were all switched out, and the ones who were thought to have displeased me were being punished physically. I had to ask for them all back, so no one got punished on my account. I'd prefer that doesn't happen to anyone else, so please do not send those serving you away, even if it means having to deal with them following you around and wanting to do things for you. Where... are your servants?" Lio asks the last bit.