"I will be happy to speak to them. I hope we are received well. We are fortunate to have found you Zelkeke."
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"If Dar doesn't think we'll find anything useful in a lair, let's not. I admit though, we are extremely low on supplies, and we've found practically nothing since we've been here. Let us continue to make for ....civilization? ...If we can."
Senizar steps back and arcs some electricity between the two:
Senizar moves a bit and then sends a cascade of riotous color their way:
Expecting to either eat or get eaten, Senizar launches his staff at the western croc: for He then raises an arcane shield in case there's another hidden close by.
"Gurgle."
Worried that his color spray spell won't work, he stands his ground and hurls a trio of missiles:
Senizar seems stable.... for the moment.
"Ururhghhhhh...."
"Aye. Let's travel with all alacrity. It's going to be a hard trip, but I see no other alternative."
"It was a good idea. I'm not sure we should try again. We are woefully underequipped for this. Let's get on with the journey and hope for easier pickings."
"I like this plan Dar. Let's do it."
"Aye, I'd go for that if we can.... but how?"
"While the meal is tempting, we may want to stick with food that doesn't fight back...."
"Scary. We are Strangers in a Strange Land. I suspect that we will never run out of surprises." Once patched up, Senizar motions to continue.
"Everyone okay?" Senizar searches the area for the remains of past victims. Given the paucity of resources, any little bit helps.
LAcking a better option, Senizar zaps the swarm with some electricity of his own:
Senizar levels a riotous cone of colors at the swarm, careful not to hit Haedrig!
He then backs up a bit!
Over the days, Senizar spends time with his journal. In the select few altercations with the boggards, he noted their speech patterns and general conveyance. It appears they have an extremely simple language. Given the repeated phonemes he concludes that they have a SVO ordered language. At first he assumed everything was in the imperative due to a lack of person in the verb forms, but it turns out that boggards actually simply have a two person language. There is likely some inflection in declension, but for the moment, it's beyond Senizar. He spends days practicing what he can, building conjugations, declensions, and the occasional synopsis. His vocabulary is extremely limited, but it appears that many boggard nouns are built via compounds (likely also via portmanteau, but that level of nuance will require more information.)
"Dar, if this food is rotten, can you purify it? I can handle something unappetizing."
the second croak stings like the first. It doesn't stop the magic though:
Senizar steps up, perhaps foolishly. "If we don't heal Zelk, he'll die!"
Slightly fazed by the boggad, Senizar stands his ground. with a spidery phrase and an arcing motion of his hand, he causes an arc of electricity to form between two of the boggards:
He then hurls his staff forward at the center boggard for
"Our food is running low, but I don't see a better option than continuing to follow the water."
"Dammit! Let it go! Get to Zelkeke!" [ooc] but can't get down quickly.
"I have no spells to strike at this range!" Senizar shouts to the party. He knows he's barely proficient with it, but he aims his crossbow: for . He then reloads!
Glad for the arcane armor, Senizar takes a small step back and lets fly a riotous spray of color!
"Whatever it is, get it before it gets us!" He hurls his staff towards the flying fish
He then moves a bit.
Senizar tries to get a bead on what that thing is!
"Yes. Yes we do."
Senizar, now well practiced with surprise pits, pulls himself out.
"Excellent!" Senizar, starting to worry, recommends sticking with the plan - along the water.
"I agree with Dar. Stay. We've travelled well with could food discipline. Stay."
"If this is a strait, not a river, this counts as the coast. We should keep on. Crossing would likely be the end of us if we have to swim it."
Senizar, head in his notebook wa-
"I honestly don't think there's any need to cross. We traveled along the coast looking for signs of civilization, and a river is just as likely to produce results. I say we simply stay on course for the now."
"Our main goal right now is to find some civilization. I think turning to the interior of the island along this side of the river is our best bet. Rivers beget villages."
"Dar, good call. There's no telling the weather here after the seasons turn."
Now able to see clearly, Senizar hurls his staff at the wounded wolf with a quick dweomer: for He then strides a little closer to the kerfuffle before brining up his arcane Shield.
Senizar gives a terse curse. He casts a spell of Light and then stands up.
"Shall we?"
"Indeed, there are many types of letters. I use these as a memory aid, yes. But I also do it to spread my words to larger audiences. Where I come from there is a building, many such actually, where written words are kept. People of hundreds of different 'tribes' can go there and hear stories of other places and times they would otherwise never hear. There are those who would hoard such knowledge, keeping others in the dark. I find that attitude distasteful." "I come from a land called 'Andoran'. Some time ago my people decided that our.... elders, should be chosen by the tribe instead of simply by virtue of who their father was. As a great writer in my land once said, Fīlius magnī virī nōn semper est magnus vir' the son of a great man is not always great. We fought a war over it, and now we choose our elders and take turns with the job."
"Well let's not bother that thing.... Come, we can do nothing more about it. Let's continue."
Senizar knows a thing or two about dragons.... "I am aware of this kind of magic. Like most tools, the heart of the practitioner decides it's effect. Sounds like this Akorian has a black heart indeed."
"Well then, we're exploring the island, looking for a settlement. Our current plan is to hug the coast until we find signs." Senizar points westward once we leave the cave. Any chance for small talk, he asks about the Shadowscale tribe.
"Shadowscale you say? Interesting. There is strength in numbers, I recommend that we stick together. If we can get you home, we will. It also sounds like there may be more of you who survived the cave. Interesting."
Draconic: "No friend. I don't know the name Akorian at all. We are shipwreaked explorers who stumbled upon this cave. The cockatrices kept you petrified, so we took pains to save you from the ignoble fate." "Clearly you're free now. My name is Zenizar, and these are my companions, Dar and Haedrig."
Seinzar relays the information to the others. "I study magic so that I don't need to subjugate myself to a god, especially not the Night Lord. I will not stop one of you though." |