"Ahhh, Hommang!" Talsin shouts as he reaches out with his magic for one of the skeleton's swords, hoping that even the dead might feel heat.
Aklo to English:
Ahhh, Hommang! = Ahhh, Skeletons
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Talsin begins to nod as Andi suggests this. "That does sound important. It's not dark, it can't be too scary, and this way we don't waste an adults time."
Talsin looks at Andi and Vorin aghast, and begins shaking his head. "Let him go? We should take him to an adult. They attacked us! He might come back and try and eat us again!"
"What could anyone want with the graveyard?"Talsin asks the others, before turning to the goblin. "Surely you learn more words if you read though. Is that not good?" he asks, curious about the strange statement the goblin made earlier.
Seeing that Andi is continuing to feed the goblin, and it's not tried to fight, Talsin heaves a sigh, before lowering his mace. After a moment, he begins to speak. "What are we gonna do with it? Should we get an adult?" he says, looking round to the others.
Seeing the goblin wake up, Talsin scrabbles hurriedly for the old mace on his belt, before holding it up and pointing it towards the goblin, hands shaking. "Riwk ejh gihblohn!" he says, his voice wavering slightly. Aklo to English: Riwk ejh gihblohn - Hit that goblin
Talsin pulls his pack from his back, setting it down gently in an effort not wake the goblin, before beginning to rifle through it. "Got some. I've some rope." he says, grinning as he begins to pull the length of rope from his pack. "Now who'll tie it up?"
Talsin watches as Emmy levitates the knife out of the goblins hand, letting out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "Now what? Do we get an adult?" he whispers to the others.
Talsin looks around wide-eyed as they enter the room, before going over and gingerly reaching out a hand to stroke the dog. "Nice doggy."
Spotting the claw marks Andi had commented on as she reaches for the door to the closet, Talsin turns and glances at Aeren, putting a finger to his lips to emphasize Andi's point. He then looks over at the closet door, hoping that nothing comes out.
Talsin frowns a bit, looking round at the others. "A monster doesn't sound too good. The grownup's oughta do something, but if they won't we can." He nods his head quickly. "Can't be scarier than goblins!"
Talsin breathes a sigh of relief when they arrive back before the sheriff. When the sheriff mentions a reward, Talsin looks up at him, surprised. "We, we do? Thank you so much." As Talsin begins looking through the armoury, he's considering picking out a weapon, before the sound of Emmy strumming the lyre pricks at the edges of his thoughts. Seeing her reject it, he goes over and picks it up himself, something telling him to try and play it.
Despite the fact that his first go isn't much better than Emmy's, he picks the rest of the kit up, and goes over to the sheriff. "I'll have this please. I'll practice, promise" When they leave the barracks, the good attention makes Talsin just as nervous as the usual negative attention he gets, so he tries to keep his mouth closed, in case he scares them all away again, and he doesn't want to put them off his friends. When they meet Aeren the next day, Talsin chips in as well. "If the goblins are making you sleepy, we'll try and stop em, same as we did yesterday." He then looks over at Andi. "Liquorice didn't seem to be wanting to give many hugs yesterday. Is he kind now?"
Talsin looks round at the others nervously before dropping his voice. "Hopefully we'll get back before the sheriff." He then turns towards the man they rescued, a slight nervous lilt to his voice, "Yeah, we oughta be getting back sir. Let's go." before he begins to walk back towards the garrison, glancing around nervously in case they run into any more trouble.
Talsin looks the dandy up and down, his mouth quirking at the sight of his dishevelled clothing. "Dunno who you are, but as Vorin says, you oughta go to the garrison. Please don't tell em we got into a fight, I don't want to get in trouble. Please."
Seeing the goblins cavort around, Talsin doesn't really fancy going up to them, in case they decide to lash out against him, so instead he calls more guiding magic to mind, reaching out to touch Emmy as he does so.
Talsin runs out towards the fray, his hand instinctively reaching up to grab the spectral handle of the floating dagger, hurling it towards the goblin riding the dog. "Sakj ejh, giblohn!"
Aklo to English: "Sakj ejh, giblohn!" = Take that, goblin
Moving over after his friends, Talsin sees the one with a bow on the dog. Once again, seemingly driven by experiences he's never had, he summons forth a spectral dagger, which begins to float around him.
Talsin grimaces as the guard offers him a mace, before shrugging. "It'll do I think. Thanks."
Once Emmy and Vorin begin to try and convince the guard to let everyone out, Talsin weighs in. "I'll be there to make sure we come straight back if we run into a goblin, so no one gets hurt. Surely the sheriff would rather more people are safe cause of us."
Seeing the soldier hand Vorin a smallsword from the chest of weapons, Talsin hurries over. "You don't have a morningstar in there do ya? Just in case." he asks, waiting to see if the guardsman does before running back to the others. Listening to Andi's suggestion, Talsin begins to shake his head rapidly. "But the sheriff told us to stay here. And Mrs Koya just said that they'll run away. Surely we can check after? When there are no more goblins. I don't really wanna get hurt like Vorin."
Talsin grins at Andi praising Licorice, before turning round and nodding quickly at the sheriff. He then turns back to carefully watch the goblin that surrendered, a feeling in the back of his mind telling him not to trust it.
Cringing first at the horrible sounds emanating from the tent, before gaping as Empheria throws a ball of fire into the tent mouth, Talsin looks around to see if sheriff Hemlock is ok.
Seeing the goblin cut Vorin, Talsin concentrates on the goblins weapon, willing it to become red hot, hoping that this helps keep his friends safe.
Seeing Vorin miss again, Talsin sighs. Running over to the drow boy, he shouts "Sog riwk giblohnt. Elt rawkt" Once he gets there, he again reaches out to touch his friend, summoning guiding magic to the fore of his mind.
Aklo to English: "Sog riwk giblohnt. Elt rawkt" - You hit Goblins. Not miss.
In case anyone's desperate to know what Talsin said in my last post, because I forgot to put in the translation, he said "That should help"
Despite only understanding the weird look the sheriff shot him, Talsin decides that whatever he's saying might be important, especially with goblins about. He therefore makes use of his Samsaran heritage to temporarily overload his curse, and allow himself to understand all languages. "Ejh miq't khlp" he mutters to himself, as he turns to follow the sheriff
Talsin grins at the goblin's antics as it knocks itself out, but his mind is still turning over and over, continuing to confuse his languages his languages. Andi's frantic manner also does nothing to stop him stressing, meaning he doesn't understand a word she's saying. "Neg ak giblohnt dokil kln?" he asks earnestly, looking at Hemlock. Aklo to English: "Neg ak giblohnt dokil kln?" - What are goblins doing here?
Talsin looks at the goblins, mind beginning to go into overdrive as another, similar situation is brought to mind. His friends throwing spells around just enhances this perception. As he sees Vorin swing and miss, he reaches over, calling to mind guiding magic as he does so, and touches Vorin on the shoulder. "Klar, mi sog miq't riwk ejh gihblohn."
Aklo to English: Klar, mi sog miq't riwk ejh gihblohn. - There, now you should hit (lit. strike) that goblin.
One note for future reference. I get the option to roll initiative twice, and take either result due to my extra revelation. For ease of use, I'll probably say that if my first roll is lower than 10, I'd roll again, but I'll just not have rolled again here. I'm fine with you rolling stuff like that though, it definitely should speed things up.
Talsin goes up Quinn, stomach rumbling as he asks "Could I have a bit of Cod please? With not too many chips. Once he gets his food he returns to the others, waiting until he gets there before digging in. "You and Vorin can get hit if you want Andi, I just wanna watch. Besides, I'll be too full from this lovely food" Talsin says, before stuffing another bit of cod in his mouth. "I wonder if I could get some hot-pot after?" he then asks nobody in particular, the question garbled round the food he still has in his mouth
Talsin's 12 going on 120 :D But yeah, come on and join in the fun.
"That sounds... nice Trace, but are you sure your parents will want me over?" Talsin says, as he begins to think about whether or not Trace's parents are some of the adults who give him weird looks. "I would like to share this cake though, and I'm sure your sister would like some."
"I won this? Wow!", Talsin says, eyes growing wide as dinner plates as he reaches for the cake he's being presented. Once he takes it, he turns to his friends. "After lunch we can each have a piece, though mine'll be the biggest. I want cod and chips, what about the rest of you?"
"Oooh, cookies. If the tickets are the only way to get them, I'll take a ticket please"
"I got number 19. I wonder is that a winner?"
As Trace cleans him off with prestidigitation, Talsin manages to calm down enough to be able to understand and speak common again. "Thanks Trace. I don't want to know what would have been done next to clean me if you hadn't done that" He looks round at the others, his scowl lessening as he does so, seeing as it must've been sort of funny if Vorin is laughing as well. He also makes sure to smile at Emmy when she asks him if he's ok. "Once Trace and Emmy get their daggers, sure, I'll come to the raffle" he agrees, hoping that he might get a chance to get Andi back for the pumpkin.
Talsin looks around at the others, confusion etched across his face. What are they saying? As Vorin comes over to make sure he's alright, he notices Andi begin to cast something behind Vorin.
Recognising the spell Andi goes to cast as create water, Talsin backs off, holding up his hands. "El. El, el, el, el, el!" I don't wanna get soaked. I'm already dirty, I don't wanna be wet as well. He doesn't move fast enough however and gets drenched by the column of falling water. "Andiii, qaaaaat" He forgets all about the pumpkin guts on his head, some of which has been washed off completely and an awful lot more of which has been washed down the back of his shirt, as he begins to wring out his clothing. Aklo to English: "El. El, el, el, el, el" - "No. No, no, no, no, no" "Andiii, qaaaattt" - "Andiii, whyyy"
Talsin lurches forward as the pumpkin impacts the back of his head, pain and sliminess jerking him from his thoughts. "Owww, neg...neg qlui'ejh kot?"He asks, turning to face Andi, blinking back a few tears. He raises a hand to wipe at the back of his head, and brings it round and looks at it after. "Eeew, khab tognwl baql. Qat'lh sog khaj'do ejh?" He turns and stalks over to a corner of the fenced off area, trying to clean his head as best he can as he goes. Aklo to English:
Owww, neg...neg qlui'ejh kot? - Owww, what...what was that for? Eeew, khab tognwl baql. Qat'lh sog khaj'do ejh? - Eeeew, nasty pumpkin guts. Why'd you have to do that?
Talsin lurches forward as the pumpkin impacts the back of his head, pain and sliminess jerking him from his thoughts. "Owww, what...what was that for?"He asks, turning to face Andi, blinking back a few tears. He raises a hand to wipe at the back of his head, and brings it round and looks at it after. "Eeeew, nasty pumpkin guts. Why'd you have to do that? He turns and stalks over to a corner of the fenced off area, trying to clean his head as best he can as he goes.
Getting a wee bit mischievous Andi?
Talsin looks on as the others carry out a variety of activities with the pumpkins, cringing a bit at the mess before clapping when Empheria lets loose "Woo Emmy." He looks through the remaining pumpkins, face contorting a bit as he gets the strange gut feeling he's seen the real deal before, but that surely couldn't be right.
"I don't feel like smashing anything Mr. Hosk. But the others seem to have done rather well."
"I'll have a go with the sling too" Talsin says, wandering over to grab one before turning towards the targets. "Hopefully this is easier." He begins to whirl the sling round, releasing a bullet in an attempt to hit the target.
"Hey, this is much easier". Talsin then continues on to fire the 9 remaining bullets downrange, encouraged by his very good first shot
"Yay, that seemed much better." Talsin turns to his friends, a small smile curling at his lips, "Well, how'd you think I did?"
Talsin nods at the sheriff as he cautions him and Vorin about the weapons "Sure thing Mr. Hemlock He waits until the others have had their shots, eyes widening as he comprehends how hard it must be for all his friends to have missed as badly as they did. As he steps up to the firing line to take his turn, his vision clouds slightly, as he gets a short glimpse of a possible future, before he shakes his head, dispelling the vision as he lines up his first shot.
"Whew, thats hard to do. I hope my score's good though." he says, oblivious to how he actually performed
"I bet the adults won't allow us to gamble, but they might let us make guesses anyway. I think we oughta support Avenius if they do though." Talsin runs off with the others towards the arena. He begins to pant again when they reach the arena, "Too....much...running" before joining Vorin in waving. He waits for Sheriff Hemlock to answer Vorin, before piping up. "Could I have a go at the archery Mr Hemlock? At least....when Avenius isn't fighting. I wanna watch him too."
Talsin's eye's go wide as Andi vomits. "That's seriously gross" He backs away a bit, resolutely looking anywhere but the puddle of sick. "That sounds good Vorin. Anything to get away from that" he says, pointing a finger in the general direction of the sick.
Talsin grabs one of the offered pieces of food, smiling at Empheria. "Thanks Emmy" He begins to eat quickly, only stopping short of choking when he sees Ameiko stick her ladle in Vorins face, before Andi steps forward and drinks the water. "Obviously Andi didn't think Trace's idea was worth waiting for, if she just did that." he says, turning to look at Trace. "I thought it was a proper good idea though."
"Hey guys, how're you?", Talsin says waving, before pointing at the food in Emmy's arms. "You planning on giving stuff to miss Ameiko for her soup?"
Talsin runs round the corner with his friends, panting a bit before straightening up. "I don't wanna lie to miss Ameiko, thats not very nice, so maybe distract her? I don't know, you're the one with the plans." Talsin looks over towards Ameiko, then back round at Andi and Vorin, face scrunched in consternation. "She's one of the ones that looks at me funny but, so mayyyybe lying to her doesn't count as mean." He shrugs quickly then. "What do you think Vorin?"
Talsin looks at the open door of the Hagfish, then turns to stare at Andi with wide eyes. "I'm not sure whether that merits cool or scary. I just hope the adults don't get angry over it" He then sidles over and tries to hide to the side of the door, wincing every so often at the noises from inside.
Talsin mimics retching at Andi's suggestion, before having a bit of a laugh himself. "If the whole towns putting food in there, I don't think a bit of water's gonna make it any worse." He shudders for a moment, before sticking his tongue out at Andi. "And it don't matter how hard you dare me, I ain't trying that water until you do."
He cocks his head, Wonder why he needs the girl, but I can find him a lemon water. before heading towards where Ameiko is currently making soup, hoping to find water nearby. As he walks through the market, he catches sight of Andi and Vorin coming the other way. "Hey, where'd you guys go earlier? he shouts, as he runs up to them.
Talsin looks around as he arrives at the festival. There's so many people here, he hopes he doesn't get upset and make people scared of him again. He begins to walk through the square, moving towards the minstrels, stopping briefly to grab something to eat as he watches. I wonder where the others from the orphanage went. He frowns briefly as he thinks hard on this, before arriving over at the minstrels, finding somewhere shaded to sit and watch, grinning at the antics of the theatre master trying to get them to sing properly. I just hope they stick to singing and don't decide to start telling stories. I dun' wanna hear about Chopper.
And, seeing as I have somehow jumped immediately into character and forgotten my manners, many thanks for the acceptance.
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