Remember the good times, Heathy.... except the bit where I got stabbed in the back... although that was still cool.
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Nah, I was stabbed in the bath-house. Unless Aso ate me afterwards. If so, thank you.
I live on.... in the spirit.... Wooooooooooo......
WAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
"Oh, so his friends are all called Tecklar as well? These city folk aren't very imaginative with names."
"Tecklar! Come back! We need to talk to you! Hey, Tecklar!" shouts the jaunty halfling on kreenback. In a lower tone he asks, "Why do we need to talk to Tecklar?"
"Hey Tecklar! No, it's still not working. I don't really like ears myself; I prefer a nice bit of thigh."
"Hey, Tecklar, come back here!" calls the halfling. "I don't think he knows his own name," Issiki says to his makeshift ride.
Issiki jumps on the kreen's back, "Now this isn't something I thought I'd be doing!" he says brightly. OOC:Is Aso within 35ft?
"Oh, are we going now?"
Issiki stays at the back door to look for trouble coming from outside. (That and he fears being trampled by a stampede of crazies)
Issiki looks stunned, it's almost too much to comprehend. "What... is going on?"
"Pardon my asking... but what are we doing here?" Issiki asks in a puzzled manner. "Are there defilers here? If so I can promise you a fight."
"Well, I shall accompany you and the rock, then." Issiki says. Pause "Where are we going?"
"You are a very odd person." says Issiki blandly to Radik. "Who is 'Runs from the Wind'? Is that me? Then I think you should be 'Talks From Behind'" he adds with a disarming grin. "I shall accompany you then, Faindric."
"Lucky indeed!"
"Kneebiter?" muses Issiki. "I see that our time apart has not improved your manners." "Aso, it shall be like the hunt; I will go with one group, you with the other. That way we can use the mind-speech to stay in contact."
"Oh! The whole world, well then, that does sound quite important." Issiki says and then grins. "Good day all! I am strangely glad to see you all alive and well." he announces to the group.
"Ah, and good day to you too!" says Issiki in his usual breezy manner, "I had the great pleasure to meet some of our folk, odd though some of their rites were. It was nice to be amongst people again. But the spirits have carried me here, obviously back to the soul-less ones. You are still with the strange band we escaped with?"
Wherever the air spirits carry me, my friends.
Issiki moves out of the way of the tide of golden creatures and finds a convenient out of the way spot to watch the crazy desert folk acting like spinning tops. If possible he'll try to find a lone jankx away from the main group and grab it.
Issiki pipes up "I have never seen one before but often animals get scared round fire. Or burnt."
Issiki jogs over to Radik, "I have realised something!" he says with the guileless eagerness of an innocent, "Humans never grow up. Or they do, but only in their bodies. You are really just children. This is why you say such silly things. Ah, a lot makes sense now." He grins at the battered warrior, "Thank you!" he says brightly and pats Radik on the head before going towards the rest of the group to enquire what they've found.
"Aye, any as wants to come on my sneakies, misery loves company." "Very well, I shall go with you; this is all very strange. What was that thing?" asks Issiki.
Issiki watches the whole exchange with bafflement and shakes his head at Radik's foolishness. Seeing that the larger fellows of the group are assisting the strange rude man, the halfling keeps an eye out for any other predators.
Before setting off, Issiki channels his breathing and centres himself.
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam. The angry drylander's words are like the meaningless sighing of wind to the halfling, who has already walked of.
Issiki walks up to Radik, looks at him and says simply, "You are very insulting, even for a drylander." in the manner of a child. He then goes to throw in his lot with those heading to Raam.
"What is that?" asks Issiki. "Are these dryland spirits?"
"Take them down where?" asks the halfling of Shenker. He then turns to Radik. "Where are you taking us down to?"
Issiki puts a hand up (his own, not an elf's) and asks, "What is "clowns"? What is "savvy"? What is "wenches"? I only ask so I can get a better idea of what you are talking about." He smiles with utterly genuine interest and guileless innocence.
"If this one says 'no' to the oasis, then I say 'yes'." says Issiki forthrightly, pointing at Kirrish. "It's alright for you, but we need water."
Issiki looks even more confused when the humans start rambling about places and distance. he can't make head nor tail of the squiggly lines and dots on the parchment.
Issiki looks at the parchment in puzzlement. "Excuse me, what is this?" he asks MalaKi.
Know (nature) - untrained (1d20+1=13)
Bar some makeshift clothing, Issiki is unencumbered. Thinking back to the fight, the halfling takes a couple of bone daggers.
"Now I do not understand you." he gripes. "Talk to the kreen - you might understand one another. I cannot tell." With that he leaves in disgust to hunt for stones.
Issiki turns to the repellent human and makes the hand-talk sign for "leave me be" but the human is oblivious to it! "Did you not see what I just told you, tall one?" he asks incredulously, "This is not your concern." He follows this with the sign for "stop talking".
Issiki looks stunned by the insect-man's veritable tirade, "What you say is true - they caged us, and were to sell us. But they were also warriors. They do not deserve that. You treat them like carrion. Worse than carrion. It is true what the elders say - you have no souls, else you would not commit such desecration." he glares at the kreen, knowing that he is too weak to take on such a formidable creature at the moment. "Revenge against the dead is meaningless." he mutters to himself.
Issiki looks for stones and cloth to fashion into a crude pouch/belt for the stones.
With a shrug, Issiki throws the tortoise blade into the pile. As Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik goes about his grisly work, Issiki leaps up shouting "What are you doing?! You-you- vi koto! Mi poto mortigi vi nu!" Halfling if you speak it
Spoiler:
You filth! I should kill you now! He runs to the thri-kreen and grabs him by a limb. "Why do you do this?" he akss angrily barely able to restrain himself from violence.
Ignoring the collapsed human, Issiki turns to the aarakocra, and says respectfully and eagerly, "You are guided by the Spirits? Then yes, please give their blessing for the feast." He then asks "Do you follow Spirits of the sky then? They are not known to me but still I know that they are strong. Wind can blow down a mighty tree, after all. My uncle is a... how do you say? Droo-eed?" It is obvious that were he in better health, Issiki could be quite garrulous on the subject.
Holding up the tortoise blade, Issiki asks "Can someone use this?" Uneasy at eating the flesh of one he has not faced in combat, Issiki still decides that as the elves died bravely then it would be fitting to honour them with the ritual.
So... it is truly dead then? Thank the Spirits... Issiki watches the collapse of the beast with caution and amazement. Truly his fellow prisoners are a powerful band. He must be careful. He looks around for any supplies to grab before the drylanders can get their greedy soul-less paws on them.
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