He shares what he knows.
"I never met a gully dwarf. I met a regular dwarf and man did he go on about how he wasn't a gully dwarf." Does an impersonation of a gruff dwarf, "What sort of swill is this think I'm a gully dwarf. That was a man in that dress or I'm a gully dwarf.' He chuckles.
Sighing, he says "My real name is Mel'gwamp'thama. Roughly translated, it means something like 'Patient One'."
Bander silently tries to pronounce the name, "Yeah I see why they went with Slam. . . .no one else had the patience to pronounce your real name." He laughs shamelessly at his own joke, "Oh man its funny. You know cause his name means patient." He continues to guffaw a moment and then straightens up when he catches a glare from someone else. He then laughs again.
Kali chuckles a little at Bander's joke, because it was fairly good, and looks to Slam.
"Well met, Mel'gwamp'thama. I appreciate your honesty with us. Seeing as we don't know where this place it, perhaps we should see if we can find anything among Haven's scholars," Kali suggests as they drift on the currents of the lake.
With the boat now well outside bow range, Peregrine finally turns back around to watch everyone else. "Thalasi, do you remember where it is?"
Raising her voice a little, she says across the boat, "It's an insult, Bander. Ogres don't believe in patience. Thank you, Mel'gwamp'thama, for your honesty. Which do you prefer to be called?"
Slam gives Peregrine an odd look then says "She is correct. My name is indeed an attempt to shame me by my parents. As I said earlier, you may call me Slam."
"Oh, sorry," Kali says, blushing furiously in embarrassment as she looks away.
"You have nothing to apologize for. That is rather obscure knowledge, that I would not expect anyone to know among the Humans." he again gives Peregrine an odd look, but keeps rowing.
"No offense meant. Just wordplay."
"So if we don't know where Xak Tsaroth is I guess we need to find a map or a guide. Haven is close I suppose."
"Maybe, but I still called you something that was an insult, Slam. I've been called enough names to know it doesn't feel good, and I don't insult those that I want to trust me or I, them."
"Haven would be the best bet that's close, since it appears the elven homelands have been overrun. I've heard of Xak Tsaroth, but I don't know where it is," she replies to Bander.
Bander seems to be surprized and pulls a belt pouch with a pearl on it out. The perceptive might recognize it as similar to what the hobgoblins wore. Bander opens it up to see what's in it.
Simple. 20 steel coins, a comb, and a small quill pen. All of average quality.
If a hobgoblin has any hair.
Bander smiles. "Huh didn't know I had a comb." He smells the comb and picks some stuff from the tines. He makes a twisted face. "Gross." He leans over the side of the boat and rinses the comb out in the cold water. "That's cold water." He puts the comb back in a pouch. He stores the other items in various pouches. He takes off his belt and rearranges his pouches adding the new pouch to a free space.
"You have nothing to apologize for. That is rather obscure knowledge, that I would not expect anyone to know among the Humans." he again gives Peregrine an odd look, but keeps rowing.
"Not obscure," replies Peregrine, meeting the backwards-facing Slam's gaze levelly, "so much as unknown. A lot of people don't know the meaning of their names. Given the meaning of your own, well -- I've been in close proximity with ogres when they're ... shall we say 'relaxing', which means picking on ones weaker than they. They weren't nearly so well-spoken as you, Master Slam, but the tone of their voice when they used terms prized by more civilized peoples -- honor, courtesy, gentleness, patience, and such -- was revealing of their attitudes towards those things. They used them as barbs and insults, so I deduced your naming was a similar taunt."
She shrugs, looking past him towards the nearing shore. "Just using my brain. I'm not looking forward to going to Haven, but if it's where we have to go ..." She shrugs, looking back towards Solace, then sighs. "Well, we'll make do."
Bander looks at Pergrine curiously, "What's not to look forward to in Haven?"
the Speaker of the Suns should be apprised of this sitaluation the elf comments.
Bander looks at Pergrine curiously, "What's not to look forward to in Haven?"
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Bander thinks I have never been to Haven. "But I have a cousin who went there decent beer and wine almost as good as elven wine." He thinks a moment. "I don't know much about them but there is some group calling themselves seekers. They are based in Haven." He shrugs.
the Speaker of the Suns should be apprised of this situation the elf comments.
"Whoa never met an elf . . ." He runs through several words trying to come up with the proper idea, "king, leader, chieftain . .. potentate before."
"We just had a discussion about this Thalasi."
Or even the Conclave of Wizards
"Yeah, didn't we all promise to keep our mouths shut unless Slam says we can talk about it with someone," Kali says. "Besides, we'd probably have to get to Haven before heading anywhere else anyway."
{ooc] I dont remember swearing anything, lol [/ooc]
"So its clear we won't talk to the Speaker unless we want to," He turns to Slam, "Sorry for this." He turns back, "to test the patience of the world's pretty much only friendly ogre."
"Yeah, didn't we all promise to keep our mouths shut unless Slam says we can talk about it with someone," Kali says. "Besides, we'd probably have to get to Haven before heading anywhere else anyway."
Yes sir. She would know of the seekers.
Peregrine smiles wryly. "Well, to be fair," she says, pulling the hood of her cloak up a little, "He did say 'should'. Properly speaking, he's making a recommendation to you, about who else you should advise. Or at least, I presume --" and here she gives the elven White Robe a hard look of 'this is the kind of thing you should be saying, buster' "-- he means them as a recommendation, and not as a declaration of intent." Her gaze stays on Thalasi for a moment more, very much in the vein of a long-suffering older sister giving her younger sibling a look of 'the things I do for you', before she turns her attention, and hopefully the conversation, away from that line.
Thalasi can think about the fact that since the two of them know, technically it could be said the Orders do know. In some ways, being a Red Robe seems to be all about the damn technicalities ...
"Me, well -- I just ... I don't get along with the Seekers. Religion, real or not, should stick to people's souls and stay out of who rules whom, and by what laws. Evil must exist, and Good, else how can you tell one from the other? And the Kingpriest showed us how wrong even someone trying to achieve the highest good could go, you know?" She looks up at the sky and the absence of the gods' constellations. "You'd think they -- you'd think she -- would learn. But no -- I'd put ten steel against two gold on this whole problem being one of the two of them trying something. And I'd put another ten steel against one gold that it's her, not him. Going by, you know, historical precedent. If I had the steel to bet." She seems rather morose about the whole 'religion' thing.
She perks up suddenly. "You know, we could circle north around the lake, head through the Northfields and the Nearfields, go through the Sageway Gap to Que-kiri. I'd rather talk two hours with the barbarians, however touchy they might be, than spend ten minutes talking to the Seekers. That'd be only, what, ten miles? Rough travel, but I bet we could make that before nightfall tomorrow. We wouldn't even have to decide right away -- the Haven road will take us northish along the lake for a few miles before we'd have to decide."
Again, the surprisingly small size of Krynn kind of snakes around to bite us -- the distance from Solace to Gateway is only about 8 miles, and the road distace from Solance to Haven is only 30-35 miles, with a dragon's-flight distance of about 20. Hell, Qualinost is only about 25 flight miles away from Solace ...
Xak Tsaroth, on the other hand, as a 350-year-old ruin, would probably require hitting a DC 20 KS Geography -- even if it too is only 30-35 flight miles away.
There doesn't seem to be an actual name for the pass through the mountains for the road between Solace and Que-kiri (the barbarian city on the east side of the range, the first city on the 'road out' of Solace heading north-east), so I just called it the Sageway Gap, because the (ruined) roads across the plains are the Sageway. :P :)
"But the whole point of going to Haven was to find information, maps, anything we could about the place Slam's trying to get to," Kalisuel says, "even if I have a couple of reasons I don't want to go back to Haven if I can help it. I just hope we don't run into dockside thugs or vengeful seekers if we do go there."
Kali is referring to Darlo, the thug that she's run into a few times while they were growing up and a seeker who's pockets she picked when she was desperate for food. They caught her in the act, but couldn't catch her. The problem is, Kali really hasn't changed that much and she's always had strikingly blue eyes.
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"Should it come to that I will protect you little one."
Peregrine shrugs, glancing aside at Kalisuel. "A day wasted if we don't find anyone who knows anything at Que-kiri," she suggests. "If we don't find anything, Haven it is. If we do, though -- then we don't have to go to Haven, mm?" It may not be very persuasive emotionally, but it has some amount of logic behind it, at least.
"I think the question is who is likely to have the info and possibly a map. I have met some of the barbarians. Nice guys eventually. They might know of the site." He shrugs. "In Haven I would imagine that given time and steel gets you both." He shrugs.
"North, South, East, or West adventure waits ready or not." The kender leans back into the bow as if sharing this piece of 'kender wisdom' should be comforting.
The elf shrugs off the stare from the Red Robe.
{b] If the Fewmaster is in league with the Seekers chances are they will be looking for us in this town Haven [/b]
"Bander has a point, this is going to make for an interesting tale no matter which way we go," Kali says, smiling at Bander as she begins petting Na'shok again.
"I think if Maddok and Na'shok agree, we should go to Que-kiri. I've never been there, so hopefully I'll get to add some tales to my collection!"
"Would I even be allowed in this Que-Kiri?"
we need to be aware of the fact that some of us will not be welcome in any civilized area. responds the 3lf.
They can be. Roll knowledge: Nobility to make sure.
"Don't worry, Thalasi," replies Peregrine with a barbed phlegmatic sort of teasing, "I'm sure we can talk fast enough to get them to let you in. Or Master Slam can be diplomatic and promise to make sure you don't break anything too valuable." She gives Slam a wink, then calls out to the kender in the prow, "Bander, watch out for rocks and such."
"I guess that makes Solace uncivilized," Kali says, laying her sharp tongue into Thalasi. "Slam, Maddok, and Na'shok were all welcomed there."
Bander makes a face silently noting Kalisuel's offense Elf stepped in it now. When she mentions that they were welcomed. He makes a puzzled face tilts his head to the side and holds up his hand palm down and wiggles it. "Mmmmmm." Welcomed or tolerated.
"Wherever we are going, we should decide quickly."
inns tend to be ore welcoming to coin than people. 9nce the coin goes so away so does the welcome. Tell me, was there ever any undue treatment you tolerated for the chance of an extra steel for a tip, some unwanted attention since the customer was always right?bias it 4h3 customer or their coin? ;he replies to the barnaid.
Bander leans forward. "You remember that tavern I mentioned where some of the servers were dancing in their knickers. They made lots of tips." He smiles and looks back toward the water watching for the far shore and any rocks. Leaving you to wonder 'does he know?'