Uarach shrugs, ”Let’s leave the metaphysical discussion for the morning, or at least I will. I’m going back to sleep, wake me up for my watch.”
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Uarach smiles and returns with the traditional response, ”Then I will fight in its defence.” He pauses for a moment before saying, ”I am Uarach, of the southern Galshan. Well met, Cardiff.”
Uarach calls out in Galshan, ”A bheil thu Galshan? Ma tha, tha sinn càirdeach, clann eile an fhiadhaich.” Galshan: Are you Galshan? If so, we are kin, fellow children of the wild.
Uarach chuckles, "A talking bird. Can't say I've ever come across something like that in the wild."
Uarach looks about before saying, ”No point in trying to find a trail in the dark. I’d say we make camp and try to pick the path back up in the morning. I can take the middle watch. Spare you all the trouble.”
Uarach’s smile somewhat fades as he circles around the grotmag.
Uarach stands resolutely, smiling slightly.
Uarach nods, ”If we march on my word, then let us march. Find what else might be in store for us.”
Uarach smiles at the mention of surviving off the land, ”I wouldn’t worry too much about surviving off the land. A coalition of my people sent scouts who could help provide for themselves and their units. I was among them.”
Uarach scouts a bit ahead of his assigned group, trying to stay somewhat stealthy.
Uarach nods and says, ”No sense in wasting time then. Zenebe, Tellian, with me. Let’s get searching.” Uarach steps outside and looks up at the sky before muttering, ” Ceredal above, I am glad your storm has spared us.”
Uarach gathers his furs off the pew and puts them back into his pack before nodding curtly and moving toward the door. He says, ”Pairs would be good, aside from there being five of us here. I could scavenge on my own if need be.”
Uarach nods his head towards the door and says, ”Ceredal seems to have made himself at home, though lest Larantor himself wishes to show up I’ll err on the side of caution when dealing with the gods.”
Uarach nods, ”As I stated before, I am Uarach, of the Galshan. My tribe sent me for my knowledge of the wild and my skill in battle. I’ve got a few days worth of food and some water, though it’ll be a bad day when I can’t hunt or forage something.” His eyes dart around the church as he fidgets slightly with a bone ring on his finger.
Uarach gets up from his pew and makes his way over to the group, ”What’s the fuss about this box? Message could’ve been meant for someone else.”
For a moment, Uarach clasps his hands together and puts them the his forehead, muttering in a barely audible tone, ”Ceredal, Lord of Ravens, may your blessing leave us unharmed. Larantor, Wild God, may I tread in your domain once more.”
Uarach finds a pew and slings his pack down onto the ground next to it. He takes some large furs out of it and spreads them on the pew before lying down on it. If we’re going to be here for a while, might as well get comfortable.
Uarach walks toward the door, hanging back about ten feet.
Uarach gets low, creeping along with a predator's grace, all the while scanning the area for any hidden threats.
Once the party reaches the forest, Uarach tries to find a relatively safe location before setting about constructing a shelter.
Uarach nods and says, ”Let’s go then. No sense waiting for the storm to catch us.” With that he starts walking towards the forest, not waiting for others to dawdle.
Uarach looks around, feeling the wind and noticing the clouds far in the distance. He says, ”There is a storm coming.” He looks around a bit more, feeling the strength of the wind and the distance of the clouds, ”It should come in a few hours. I suggest we find shelter before that.”
Uarach finally makes his way to the group. He nods and says in a deep but surprisingly soft voice, accented by the clipped brogue of the southern mountains, ”I am Uarach, of the Galshan. My greetings.” After that, he takes a brief glance around before inspecting the area, his knowledge of the wild coming in handy.
Uarach creeps closer to the group, still staying back a bit.
Uarach’s eyes opened. He lay on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily, before slowly getting on his feet. He quickly made sure his essentials were there. His sling was at his hip and his pack was on his back. He briefly closed his eyes and felt it, the aspect of the mountain lion, a wild and untamed fragment of his psyche.
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