Is this campaign dead? I was having fun...but coming up on 2 weeks without a post, so I thought it was worth a bump.
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Uill ma aige cho furasta sin carson nach do rinn thu sin a ràdh luaithe ? Bha mo sheanair a 'teagasg dhomh mar a bualadh an cinn dheth Deamhain nuair a bha mi glùin àrd ri sìthiche. Chan urrainn a bhith fada nas cruaidhe na sin. Dwarven:
"Well if its as easy as that why didn't you say so sooner? Me grand taught me how to knock heads off orcs when I was knee high to a fey. Can't be much harder than that." Forgan rushes forward and takes a mighty swing horizontally at the closest chest, looking to bash the lid right off of it's hinges.
"Tha thu coltas bhith a 'feitheamh cluasan . A bheil thu ag iarraidh gu mòr làidir troich gus ur dìon o na eagallach ulaidh ? Dìreach their am facal agus is urrainn dhomh na cisteachan Fosgail an dòigh fhurasta no an cruaidh-slighe." Dwarven:
"You seem to be hesitating ears. Do you want to big strong dwarf to protect you from the scary treasure? Just say the word and I can open the chests the easy way or the hard way."
Accepting the ring back from Serivintus, Forgan strides forward and picks up one of the pebbles that moments ago was a gold coin. Ceàrr òir? Uile uamhasaiche cleasan a tharraing air onarach troich. Dwarven:
Fake gold? Of all the diabolical tricks to pull on an honest dwarf. He notices the frailer looking elf babbling and pointing down the direction of the next hallway. Nodding he heads in that direction, hammer at the ready.
" 'S e seo an dàrna turas a bhios sibh a' feuchainn ri fhaighinn air iasad seo fàinne . Tha mi a 'cur luach sibh a' faighneachd an àm seo co-dhiù." Dwarven:
"This is the second time you have tried to borrow this ring. I appreciate you asking this time at least." Forgan digs the ring out of his pocket and gingerly hands it over to Serivintus. He once again watches the elf closely to ensure that the ring comes back in the same condition, and that it is the same ring.
Appreciate the heads up. I will get a post up to respond to the request at some point today.
Everyone is so focused, I guess I should take a look too... Starting at the left side, I will also look at each and read what they say, maybe...
Rudeigin ceàrr an seo . 'S dòcha gum bu chòir laighe cluasan feuch gum faigh e dhuinn gu bheil òr . Dwarven:
Something seems amiss here. Maybe sneaky ears should see if he can get us that treasure. Forgan crudely gestures for Serivintus to check the chests, apparently forgetting or ignoring that the elf had spoken perfect dwarven earlier.
Forgan eyes Serivintus critically, before shrugging and tucking the ring back into the pack. You know, this elf seems pretty nice. For an elf at least...He did try to steal from me, but that's just their nature after all. I might take him up on that offer. After I confirm the price with a trustworthy dwarf that is. Hefting the hammer across his shoulder Forgan heads into the darkness after Serivintus.
Seemed like the ring was coming back to me, so I added it and the silver one to my inventory sheet. I can change that if something else happens.
Forgan looks blankly at Sylus for a moment, before turning to Victor. Dè rinn an fhainne aon ag ràdh? Tha iad a 'toirt m' fhàinne air ais a-nis? Is fhiach e rud sam bith ? Dwarven:
What did the frail one say? Are they giving my ring back now? Is it worth anything? Forgan holds his hand out expectantly. It is pretty clear that he isn't planning on exploring further until the "ring situation" has been resolved.
Dude...you need to reevaluate...what is more important? A possible nuclear meltdown, or your play-by-post game. Come on! :P
Forgan looks appraisingly at Victor. Bha thu a 'sabaid gu math , agus tha fios agad air athair Thunga , a tha a ' bhòt san nad fhàbhar . Cha leig thu leas faisg gu leòr airson feusag mo bhlas , ach bheir mi dhuibh earbsa a dh'aindeoin . Dwarven:
You fought well, and you know the father tongue, which is a vote in your favor. You don't have nearly enough beard for my taste, but I will trust you regardless. Holding the ring up so that it catches the light, Forgan's voice becomes more somber, almost as if he is pronouncing an oath. Ma bhios tu mionnachadh air a 'bheinn athair gu bheil mi a gheibh seo air ais no a bhith cothromach airson airgead-dìolaidh e , an uair sin bidh mi a' cur earbsa e steach air ur cùram. Dwarven:
If you will swear by the mountain father that I will get this back or be fairly compensated for it, then I will entrust it into your care. A mischevious light enters his eyes, as his gaze menacingly shifts back to Serivintus. Agus cluasan innse sin gu bheil an ath-thuras a tha ea 'feuchainn rudeigin mar sin bidh e air a dhuaiseachadh le ghàirdean briste. Dwarven:
And tell ears there that the next time he tries something like that he will be rewarded with a broken arm. With the promise made Forgan gently places the ring into Vic's outstretched hand, keeping a close eye on it all the time that it is out of his possession.
Oi! Dè tha thu a 'dèanamh sin tha thu a ' comharradh cluaise sìthiche pòg? An fheadhainn a tha mo! dwarven:
Oi! What you doing there you pointy-eared goblin licker? Those are mine! Forgan brandishes his hammer threateningly. Thoir dhaibh air ais agus mi nach bi gus bualadh agad claigeann ann . dwarven: Give them back and I won't have to bash your skull in.
Sorry Aruska. I like you fine, even if Forgan doesn't. :D
Forgan looks suspiciously at Aruska's hand. Tha thu a 'coimhead airson a làmh a-mach a ghalad? Chan eil mi a 'toirt carthannas a sìobhragan no leth- briodan . Tha iad air a thogail bho gu leòr dhuinn mar-thà . Dwarven:
You looking for a hand out lass? I don't give charity to elves or half-breeds. They've taken enough from us already. Spitting at her feet he tucks the rings into a pouch at his waist to wait for closer inspection later on. He then heads over to the door that Serivintus is inspecting. Chan eil rinn thu le sin fhathast ? Chan urrainn dhuinn feitheamh fad an latha fhios agad . Dwarven:
Aren't you done with that yet? We can't wait all day you know. Pushing past Serivintus he will push the door open and head through, without heed to any possible dangers.
Forgan feels excited with his find, carrying the rings over to the better light created by the arcanist to examine the detail. Dè tha sibh a 'fhiach mo bòidhchead ?
Dwarven:
How much are you worth my pretties?
Looking Serivintus directly in the eye Forgan mutters, not entirely to himself. Fuilteach air a chuairteachadh le sìthichean agus an fuilteach nas glice na tha thu bheachdan adhbharrachadh. Tha fios agam dè a tha Claw ialtag. Dwarven:
Surrounded by bloody elves and their bloody smarter than you attitude. I know what a claw bat is.
Forgan busies himself inspecting the workings on the wall graves, trying to determine if any of noble dwarven blood are interred here, and anything else interesting he can discover.
I really hope I hit something sooner or later. :D
Beag seo guy chuimhne m 'òige pheata , Flutter . Chuir mi sgian tro a cheann nuair a bhìd e mo mheur e. Bidh thu a ' dèanamh nach eil mòran nas fheàrr . Dwarven:
This little guy reminds me of my childhood pet, Flutter. I put a knife through his head when he bit my finger. You won't fare much better.
Current Status:
HP: 7 / 9 - Current Effects: N/A Le bhith a ' fheusaig , gheibh thu bàs! Dwarven:
By the beard, you will die! Forgan again hefts his mighty hammer and winds up for a swing against the flying creature.
Current Status:
HP: 7 / 9 - Current Effects: N/A Tha seo uile a 'cabadaich a' dol a thoirt dhomh ceann goirt . Dwarven:
"All this chattering is going to give me a headache." Seeing nothing amoung the bones of the fallen enemy Forgan heads to the opposite door and steps through into the darkness beyond and peering into that darkness for other possible enemies.
Couple of disclaimers about Forgan... - During RP opportunities I will be playing him as kind of a jerk. This is intentional...if you look at his character sheet you will see I took the Alternate Racial Trait - Xenophobic. Seemed interesting at the time, but I realized when writing my post today that he could be a little mean. Incidentally this is also why he is only speaking in dwarven, which means only Victor and Serventus understand me...Sylus and Aruska have no idea what I am saying...so that should be fun. :D - For the dwarven I am having google translate take English into Scottish Gaelic...seemed to have about the right sound. I hope everyone is cool with this. If you know the language or find it offensive please let me know and I will switch to something else.
CURRENT STATUS:
HP: 7 / 9 - Current Effects: N/A "Uill fheadhainn biastagan a tha mu dheireadh thall sìos . Dè mu dheidhinn thu bastards ? Chan eil gin de tha sibh ceart dwarven stoc , ach tha mi a 'cur luach air cuideachadh mar sin tha mi deònach a ' coimhead thar a sin ma tha thu . Fuireach a-mach às mo rathad agus is urrainn dhuinn 's dòcha ag obair còmhla ." Dwarven:
Well those beasties are finally down. What about you b$%^!@#%s? None of ye are of proper dwarven stock, but I appreciate the help so I am willing to overlook that if you are. Stay out of my way and we can maybe work together. Forgan strides forward and picks up one of the longswords. "Leis a bharrachd aon de na dh'fhaodadh a thighinn feumail ." Dwarven:
Having a spare one of these could come in handy. While he stows it on his back opposite the longsword already sitting there he begins to look over the collection of bones in the middle of the room, to see if anything else catches his eye.
No prob...This is my first play by post, so I am probably just slow on the uptake. :D
Verifications -
Thanks!
Just realized I have been rolling attacks wrong. Forgan has +2 attack with his big hammer... Not that it would have mattered with my shoddy rolls, but wanted to state it to explain the change in modifiers on future posts.
Forgan begins to feel the anger take over, but sensing now is not the time he fights it down, and takes another swing at the Skeleton with his Earthbreaker.
Tha mi Canaigh sam bith fhaighinn leis a 'chòrr a' clatterin ' . mar sin sìos thu a 'dol ! Dwarven:
I canna get any rest with the clatterin'. so down you go! Forgan rushes the nearest skeleton, bringing the Earthbreaker down in an overhead swing.
Forgan yawns, finally waking up. Dè tha a h-uile seo ruccus an uair sin ? Faodaidh nach leig duine cadal canastair ?
dwarven:
What's all this ruccus then? Can't let a man sleep can ye'? Forgan clambers to his feet and readies his hammer, preparing to take on anything that approaches him.
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