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" I have been well... the lands of my people do call to me, and the song of iron and steel surge forth from my very being... i do long to hear the call for my next mission... so that my people can receive the aid, so promised." He glances back to the north wall, as though he could see the thousands of miles home.
Dolok smiles. "Ahh, the powerful totem animal of the Elk... your god is wise in the ways of the world and in guiding his herd to the greener pastures. Lets see, that's Gorum, Iomedae, Sarenrae, Erastil, and Abadar.... wow, there sure are alot of deities around." Dolok flexes. "you can even touch it if you like."
Dolok thinks for a moment. " I suppose that would be more comfortable then a icy stream... but how does not fill and empty this "tub" so far from the water... are people carrying buckets of water and dumping them in to the tub and then doing the same in reverse?" He brightens. "This is one of those things you must magic up then?"
"ohh... usually the sweat lodge is used to cleanse spiritually, if the weather permits...lakes and streams work for hygiene. I think that is what you mean? I should mention, since you likely were not here when i first introduced myself... this is my first time coming to the south. I did not know what a door was til like a week ago...now what is a tub?"
Dolok nods and forgetting himself in the moment, slowly puts away his bluish colored Hammer and Longsword. "Opps... i forgot to put those away." He recovers himself after a sheepish grin. "You have to be sure of yourself before you make any lasting decisions, right now your thoughts are strained and twisted by doubt... sit and take a while, perhaps visit a sweat lodge to cleanse yourself and see what lays ahead. The Butterfly god, may come to you... then you will know for certain."
Dolok nods. "you have chosen to join the silver crusade, that means you are protected by me and many of us here... likely all. Your path is laid in front of you, you simply must now find where it leads. Mine took me to this place and to the Silver Crusade, yours to faith, it would seem." He shrugs his massive shoulders, popping a few tension cords in the process. "I would seek out a priest or paladin of Desna, those holy people tend to be able to answer any questions of there faith. I do not know alot about butterflies to answer anything about them..."
Dolok glances at the new comer and sighs. "No one questioned your friend, i have seen many strange things crossing to these shores." He points at Doyle. "like him, if i can shake the hand of the bat... well sorta hand, maybe the whole bat... i can afford the presence of a scaled creature. Mind you, i am not unfamiliar with scaled beasts, but your friend appears to be humanoid, instead of the animals i am used to eating." He turns back to Feesh, waving the back of his hand at the unannounced and rude newcomer. "I know nothing of numbers or letters... i never learned that. My people have a oral tradition, not really a written language.... at least i don't think they do? As far as testing, i say bring it on... that is what i am here for."
Dolok smiles broadly. "I heard his call in my very bones, the rush for blood and the ringing of steel... well cold forged iron in my case. His views of the battle and the contests of strength which shape us as warriors, that is a noble calling... to protect the tribe and those which are not viewed capable of bearing arms." He steps up to Feesh. "forgive me...but this is killing my neck." He reaches down and gently lifts her on top of a table.
Dolok looks at the butterfly symbol, Feesh is holding aloft. "Is that a new god which i do not know about?" He rubs his chin, and comes to feet. "I know about Gorum, Iomedae, and sarenrae... umm, well a bit about them. The iron lord is worthy of my worship, and since a man can only have one true master... well my lot is thrown."
Dolok watches the rest of the room carefully to gauge if this type of item bears some other purpose then to make music... he notes how Saetria cares for the metal tube. He thinks back to the run which Bhaena, took him on and wonders if there is some connection between the two. Knowing not to interrupt, he waits and listens.
He nods. "This place seems to bring a endless stream of new and extraordinary beings to light. From Rhon, the wise and able ale drinker. To Bree, the sword of the goddess Iomedae. To Doyle, whom i think is more then a talking bat... i think. To Reiji, the raven man...err excuse me, Tengu i believe... to the two similar featured women, yourself being one of them... the other whom ran me ragged around town... i think to test my endurance..."
He crosses his arms and flushes a bit in embarrassment. "I suppose this is where i stepped in the drak again... customs being different. I am not used to such petite women in the north either... another oversight on my part i suppose." (generally just a d20 roll, like normal, some place it after a heading box or not.) This is a dice expression. its located under the format at the bottom of the window.
The huge Kelish man looks on, with a state of confusion. "Right, and what is this... Ransom? It sounds like someone ran a ways...i know of kin bonding, but not sure it is like this term you speak of." He then looks to the new woman picking at her plate slowly. "I am Dolok the shield, spear of the slothjaw tribe. May i ask whom you are?"
"vrock... that the term for the bird demons? Hmm, i learn with almost every sentence new things in this land... far Tien? is that south, east, or west? I do know those appear to be beans of some kind and not nuts... for they bear no casing... or was that removed?" He glances to Bree and nods, his body visibly relaxes a bit. "now, what is this kidnap?"
He looks to Saetria. "Ohh... you use that sliver to defend yourself?" He points to the Rapier on her side. "The last woman whom i was speaking with played her instrument to run fast and with great endurance." His breathing is still a bit hard from what clearly was a long run. He turns his body to keep the Tengu in view, clearly not knowing what to expect from him. "What is Kidnap? it sounds like a child going to sleep... i am not familiar with this term." He eyes the tengu carefully. "you know of the bird demons in the corrupted lands to the north of here?"
"umm... right i see lots has happened since i left with.... ohh, she never gave her name..." The huge Tarzan looking human rubs his chin in thought. "ohh, well i am sure we shall meet again.... but to what i see before me..." He looks to Reiji and frowns. "I am sorry talking bird, i do not know how to use that stick...Hey! Doyle he one of yours? I have never seen this before..." He then looks to Saetria "right another music player... miss do you run too? like the last one, whom was running down the streets with me a few moments ago?"
"planes... another world... are you something other then what you appear?" Dolok seems a bit wary, his smile fades. "Many of my people have been tricked by the false images which the demons of the scarred earth have used against us. One must never defy the gods, for they show us direction and guide us on to paths which normally are not open to us, on our own. Gorum, has shown me that..."
Dolok chases after the Bhaene, viewing the whole event as some competition or test of endurance. Any whom follow the dance running party will see that he is clearly faster then a normal human, marking him as either a barbarian or monk. "this is a useful talent Bhaene, it allows us to close faster with the enemy."
"Right... so you can't swing a sword? aren't blessed by the spirits or empowered to destroy the demonic forces of Sarkoris with the forces of nature? Perhaps a Bow?" He sighs. "From what i am used to, its fight or die... tongues loose warcry's with promises of glory. There are no stages... only hunting grounds, the only doors i have known prior to heading south is the leather flaps to our steadings." He smiles. "But i see that guile comes with your pretty face."
Dolok nods. "that is good, some of my people blame the blight upon those of that faith... i do not know why, but hatred seems to run deep among some. Tales from before my time speak of the Druids of that nation, and there responsibility... but i do not know what for... or how?" He sighs. "If you travel to the north lands, i suggest you cover that bald head of yours... you will loose a great deal of your bodies warmth. I suppose a fur cap would do well... do the southern women prefer that style of hair... i have seen a few walking around such as yourself."
"My people have fought for many generations against the plague of the lands of Sarkoris. Diseased animals have had to be put down, and the waste of precious food supply put to the torch and cleansed... many only see the suffering of the southern peoples and fail to see the sparse populations of the west and east of that cursed land." He shakes his head. "I have traveled a great distance yes, but to call me knowledgeable in this world is a falsehood... i know nothing of most other people in this Golarion as you call it. My parents started me..." He chuckles. "I could not tell you where, but apparently i was quite a kicker."
Dolok nods and sets the mug on raft next to the bat. With a single stride forward he steps next to Rhon and clasps his free forearm in a warriors greeting. "Thank you friend Rhon, not many speak as casual with me... seeing me as some primitive from the north... from the north yes, but i am far from primitive. It is true, we live differently... but that is due to need, not desire."
"I see... and these oceans are just larger bodies of water? I know of the rivers and lakes of my peoples lands. My travels down here brought me to great bodies of water... how do you tell oceans from seas?" He raises the Mug of ale in a salute and downs the contents. "Interesting flavor... what do they call that?"
Dolok shrugs. "so many things to remember and identify... this broom for example... that is also a new word. My people are just not used to the dwellings of stone which you live in. We hunt and move with the herds of the land.. knowledge is spread by tales and the deeds of our kin. The ancestors and honor brothers of the Frost Giants... writing is rare. Some know the runes, while i do not." Dolo sighs. "But that is for another time... "
Dolok blinks at Doyle in thought. "Whats a book? and why is a bat talking to me? you some bound creature to a magic user?" He grabs Doyle and shakes him lightly then sets him back upright on the beam. "not sure if that was right greeting for bat...but i hope your not offended." He then turns to Rhon. "A drink! yes indeed... my throat is parched from the long march to get here... not to mention those wooden floating cloth controlled things on the waters. I think they were called ships... or boats... people kept calling them different things."
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