Momentarily distracted: "Yeah. For surrenders and such. I discussed it with Kalimac... I think you were there too... and... you're trying to get me to smile so I don't scare these innocent people. Right. Good plan." Pause. "I can't smile. All right."
She thinks for a minute, "That requires touch right?" A gentle touch on his arm, "So better if we ask if that is alright first, yea?"
She taps her thigh for a moment, a word twisting from taldane to skald. She turns to the thrall, and with a proper greeting gesture and in accentless skald, "Kveðjur. Þessi maður vill tala við þig, þú hefur tíma?"
Alaric gives Myri a nod, coloring slightly at the overt display of sentimentality. But almost immediately casts an adoring look over at Mel, which results in a deeper red and a sheepish look at the floor.
will:
Myri somehow successfully manages to stifle the chuckle that had threatened to escape her lips. She does however, turn towards Mel as she passes and gives her a happy wink.
Myri reaches up, but her hand falls short of touching Lio, resting on the wood of the wagon, "Oh. I..I'm sorry, Lio. I didn't think...Um.." she motions with her head away from the caravan, "Any requests?"
Lio reaches down, places her hand on top of Myri's. She speaks quietly, so as not to be overheard by anyone near by, though she is not whispering. "Yeas, foar all uf our sakes, ef weh run ento anneikainde uf authorities, dunna be naice ta me. An' kould ye go o'er ta 'e wagun Sandru es draiven, and let 'em knou 'e same." She removes her hand from Myri's, taking the reigns in both hands.
Lio reaches down, places her hand on top of Myri's. She speaks quietly, so as not to be overheard by anyone near by, though she is not whispering. "Yeas, foar all uf our sakes, ef weh run ento anneikainde uf authorities, dunna be naice ta me. An' kould ye go o'er ta 'e wagun Sandru es draiven, and let 'em knou 'e same." She removes her hand from Myri's, taking the reigns in both hands.Myri reaches up, but her hand falls short of touching Lio, resting on the wood of the wagon, "Oh. I..I'm sorry, Lio. I didn't think...Um.." she motions with her head away from the caravan, "Any requests?"
bluff: +1 trait optional
Myri's eyes narrow slightly, then her face gets as close to mimicking Shalelu's as she's ever gotten before. She turns and heads immediately towards the Fortune Teller's Wagon, looking for Sandru.
Sense Motive on Myri
Myri somehow successfully manages to stifle the chuckle that had threatened to escape her lips. She does however, turn towards Mel as she passes and gives her a happy wink.
Mel on the other hand turns a deep green, her hand going to a something hidden under her shirt.
The melody she is playing is very different in style from anything you have heard her play before. It is hauntingly beautiful.
And there is something extraordinarily ... sexual about it.
The thrall looks up as the small group approaches her.
"Já?" she says as you get close. "Þarft þú áttir í hús?"
When Hrunndalf and then Melinda speak to her, she looks slightly confused, but says, "... allt í lagi."
On the night of day three, when you and Shalelu are out scouting in the woods, you hear the sound of flute music. It is reasonable to assume that Melinda is practicing a bit away from the camp so as not to wake anyone.
The melody she is playing is very different in style from anything you have heard her play before. It is hauntingly beautiful. (30 on Perform Check)
And there is something extraordinarily ... sexual about it.
Lio looks up at Shalelu, stopping to listen to the music for a moment, skin flush, she looks away shyly.
Rhost will move to the wagon that Kelda is driving. "So," he says. "Karlsgard. You have tasks there."
"Yes," she says.
"All languages are one," Alaric mutters under his breath.
Doing his best to suppress his Lincolnish rage: "Mel, would you introduce us and ask the lady if she is presently enslaved?"
When Hrunndalf and then Melinda speak to her, she looks slightly confused, but says, "... allt í lagi."
Mel smiles comfortingly, "Hann talar ekki skáld, en ef hann getur snerta þig, þú vilja vera fær um að skilja hann. Myndi það vera allt í lagi?"
Diplomacy
In the moonlight, you see Shalelu ... blush.
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"No offense intended then. Fair warning, I'm not her. She may choose to do good with the structure she has found herself, but in such a structure evil is too easy to commit and forgive. I would break the structure, devils be damned to their own hell. We, all of us, deserve the chance to make our world better than theirs."
Hrithik nods sincerely to Melinda, conviction in his eyes. "That is why I was wrong, before. You aren't just like her. For all that she has more temporal power, it is you who are stronger. I see now that you have broken free of the system that still holds her in bondage."
When Hrunndalf and then Melinda speak to her, she looks slightly confused, but says, "... allt í lagi."
"Ég ... myndi vilja ekki," she answers. "Ert margir illt galdrar sem hægt er að kasta með snertingu. Geturðu ekki sagt mér hvað hann vill?"
"Ég ... myndi vilja ekki," she answers. "Ert margir illt galdrar sem hægt er að kasta með snertingu. Geturðu ekki sagt mér hvað hann vill?"
Looking at Alaric for confirmation, "Auðvitað. Ert þú þræll?"
In the moonlight, you see Shalelu ... blush.
Lio smiles, very very shyly. Yet, she manages to meet your eyes with a slight edge of desire present in her own. She bites her lower lip, her thoughts making her blush.
Myri's eyes widen at the bundle. "Thank you, Shae." She is very happy, even before unwrapping it, when she does however, it is tinged with a little happy confusion as well. "Um...what are these for? How do they work?" She holds up a thistle arrow with a questioning look on her face.
"They are made from a plant that has antiaggregant properties."
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"Thank you. I don't really know what I need. I just... felt that maybe I should finally talk about some of this. I could go on, for hours, you know. But really, it's a variation on the theme... domination, control, pain, and so on and so forth. And there's only so much of that you can talk about before you want to throw yourself off a tall wall, or building or bridge. I didn't get nightmares about the things that I experienced until after I was free. When I was enslaved, I had no time for dreams."
Hrithik's look of love and concern do not waver. "Perhaps it would help to compare owners one through nineteen with owner twenty more often. I think owner twenty is doing a much more admirable job of making good decisions and respecting you."
It's an evergreen forest, so you find pine nuts.
Myri gathers enough to supplement several bags of trail mix. If there is enough beyond that, it will go to Rhost. Along with whatever game she is able to bring in.
"What are those used for?" Lio asks Shalelu curiously, as they shop. "Besides the general idea of shooting, I mean." She smiles, almost mischievously.
"These," she says, pointing to one set, "Are fletched to have a longer range, but that means they are smaller and do less damage. These," she says, pointing to another, "are made from a plant that has antiaggregant properties."
Kalimac figures that Alaric, Mel and Hrunndalf can handle themselves with the slaves and peasants. He is more worried about who owns the slaves, and their possible reaction to Alaric's actions. So his eye is on the distance, looking out for authorities who may not be in the best of moods.
Perception:
Lio takes a moment to consider, and this time, a moment is all she needs to prepare herself to touch Zaiobe. Perhaps it is because she has wont the trust of people Lio cares about, but it makes it easier to take her hand. She very gingerly places her palm on top of Zaiobe's outstretched and offered hand. Her eyes questioning.
<Thank you,> you hear in your mind. <I was simply wondering if I could ask a small favor of you -- I have been transcribing some music, but my handwriting is ... less than perfect. I have heard that you are skilled in such matters, and was wondering if I could ask you to make a fair copy, whether as a paid service or an outright favor, depending on your preference. It's only a few pages.>
Hrithik nods sincerely to Melinda, conviction in his eyes. "That is why I was wrong, before. You aren't just like her. For all that she has more temporal power, it is you who are stronger. I see now that you have broken free of the system that still holds her in bondage."
Mel looks a little confused but lets the comment (compliment, veiled insult, something) go with, "I wouldn't say stronger, different worlds. But thank you, I think." A pause, "Are we good?" She finishes with her smile; open, honest, friendly.
"They are made from a plant that has antiaggregant properties."
Knowledge Nature tells you that this means they will cause a bit of bleed damage.
"Um..for larger targets then?" Myri studies their construction. She is showing an obvious interest in them.
Myri's eyes narrow slightly, then her face gets as close to mimicking Shalelu's as she's ever gotten before. She turns and heads immediately towards the Fortune Teller's Wagon, looking for Sandru.
Unsurprisingly, he is there.
Lio smiles, very very shyly. Yet, she manages to meet your eyes with a slight edge of desire present in her own. She bites her lower lip, her thoughts making her blush.
"She ... she's ... gotten very good," Shalelu says, sounding a bit tongue-tied.
Myri gathers enough to supplement several bags of trail mix. If there is enough beyond that, it will go to Rhost. Along with whatever game she is able to bring in.
You would certainly have enough left over to give a quantity to Rhost.
Myri's eyes narrow slightly, then her face gets as close to mimicking Shalelu's as she's ever gotten before. She turns and heads immediately towards the Fortune Teller's Wagon, looking for Sandru.Unsurprisingly, he is there.
"Uncle Sandru, could I have a word with you, please? It's regarding Lio. Um, may be kinda important."
"She ... she's ... gotten very good," Shalelu says, sounding a bit tongue-tied.
"Yes, ...she has." Lio replies quietly, and immediately wonders why she said something so inane. She looks down, wishing she could figure out what to do, or something clever to say. Of course, what she wants to do... to kiss the tall elf, is clearly probably maybe a bad idea... after all, would Shalelu even want to kiss her back?
"Um..for larger targets then?" Myri studies their construction. She is showing an obvious interest in them.
Shalelu shrugs. "For targets you particularly wish to die, really."
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Zaiobe nods. <I will read it.>
Hrithik nods. <Thank you, Ms. Zaiobe. And please consider how much better the corby tale would be should you write contributions. It could be three or four times as long, and ten times as rich.>
Hrithik thinks hard, trying to explain his urgency. <The Linnorm King in Karlsgard may or may not be willing to grant touch-audience to a harpy, no matter how radiant. He may be biased, through his title, to uncomplicated tales where monsters are slain. But he cannot render your perspective mute if your insights and writing are on the page, a scholar with a pile of Brinewall relics supports your words as authentic, and the final tale of the Corbies is unforgettably good.>
Hrithik smiles silently to Zaiobe, and bows at close range. <Please consider the idea. I would very much like to partner with you.>
Myriana puts down a bag next to Rhosts cooking supplies. "For you to use...or eat, if you prefer. Thank you, again." Myri smiles, sweetly (she hopes).
"Uhm, owner twenty?" She's clearly not catching on.
"I believe," says Shalelu, "He means you."
"Uncle Sandru, could I have a word with you, please? It's regarding Lio. Um, may be kinda important."
"All right," he says immediately. "What's up?"
<Thank you,> you hear in your mind. <I was simply wondering if I could ask a small favor of you -- I have been transcribing some music, but my handwriting is ... less than perfect. I have heard that you are skilled in such matters, and was wondering if I could ask you to make a fair copy, whether as a paid service or an outright favor, depending on your preference. It's only a few pages.>
Not quite what she expected, but, not bad. Lio does not take long to reply. Suare. Ef ye laike. Ahide saye ef et takes more thon a few 'ours at naight, kompensaite Sandru foar maye lack uf skouten for ah day, an' ah kann worke on et then." She says. "Though 'ere arhe probabley b'ttr skraibes en meh arounde. Ahm jus' patient."
Shalelu shrugs. "For targets you particularly wish to die, really."
"Oooh." Myri appraises them again with renewed respect (after, somehow becoming aware of their actual in-game statistics). "Can you show me what they're made from? Anything around here?"
"I believe," says Shalelu, "He means you."
Bought ah dunna own anney... oh." She falls silent. Thinking.
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"Uhm, owner twenty?" She's clearly not catching on.
Hrithik nods and addresses Liothonae in Elven. "The owner who had you learn scrollcraft. The owner who had you master rune-carving. The owner who directed you to learn diplomatic courtesy. The owner who has you confront your past so you can grow beyond it. She is doing very well by you, I believe, and has people who love her and what she is trying to accomplish."
"Uncle Sandru, could I have a word with you, please? It's regarding Lio. Um, may be kinda important.""All right," he says immediately. "What's up?"
"I think, Lio thinks she might be mistaken for an escaped slave. She told me if anyone comes by not to treat her kindly. She said, you should do the same. ... Um, maybe I don't understand, but I don't like it."
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"I think, Lio thinks she might be mistaken for an escaped slave. She told me if anyone comes by not to treat her kindly. She said, you should do the same. ... Um, maybe I don't understand, but I don't like it.""Uncle Sandru, could I have a word with you, please? It's regarding Lio. Um, may be kinda important.""All right," he says immediately. "What's up?"
Hrithik nods to Myriana respectfully. "We know some Mage or Sorceror is spying on us and setting up an ambush. No need to make every legal authority help that person out if we don't need to. Address her like property when the authorities are around, and they won't suspect."
Hrithik looks thoughtful. "The alternative is to make it vividly clear that she is a freedwoman. A hacksilver bracelet or armband, and lots of jewelry, would indicate she owns money in her own right."
Hrithik nods to Myriana respectfully. "We know some Mage or Sorceror is spying on us and setting up an ambush. No need to make every legal authority help that person out if we don't need to. Address her like property when the authorities are around, and they won't suspect."
Hrithik looks thoughtful. "The alternative is to make it vividly clear that she is a freedwoman. A hacksilver bracelet or armband, and lots of jewelry, would indicate she owns money in her own right."
Myri's glances at Hrithik, "That I like better, I have jewelry. Don't know if it's enough." Her eyes come back to Sandru, waiting for his input, as well.
Zaiobe nods politely (it is entirely clear from the manner of her nod that she has no formal training in the Chelish etiquette of bows and curtsies, and was attempting to be polite rather than rude.)
She begins to gently withdraw her hand, breaking contact unless you have more to say.
"Yes, ...she has." Lio replies quietly, and immediately wonders why she said something so inane. She looks down, wishing she could figure out what to do, or something clever to say. Of course, what she wants to do... to kiss the tall elf, is clearly probably maybe a bad idea... after all, would Shalelu even want to kiss her back?
Shalelu leans in and kisses you.
Not quite what she expected, but, not bad. Lio does not take long to reply. Suare. Ef ye laike. Ahide saye ef et takes more thon a few 'ours at naight, kompensaite Sandru foar maye lack uf skouten for ah day, an' ah kann worke on et then." She says. "Though 'ere arhe probabley b'ttr skraibes en meh arounde. Ahm jus' patient."
<Thank you very much,> Zaiobe replies. <And I'm sure you'll do a lovely job, but frankly I'll be happy as long as it's better than my chicken-scratchings.>