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"Yes, yes let us move. If Sahuagins are back, we need to rip them apart before they breed too much.", replies Ssraaz, flexing his claws. "We go to the harbor to find if a boat can take us there or if we need to walk."
"None of us is afraid and I also prefer to go the sea route. But I do not have a boat. I swam to come here.", rumbles Ssraaz, displaying one of his palmed hand. "But you are not creatures of the sea. Even you, Matatoa." "So if we want to go there by sea, we need to find a boat that goes there. Maybe in the harbor there will be a fisherman ready to take us there? If not, I can walk as well. I have hunted in the jungle and the swamps since I was a hatchling."
Ssraaz flares his crest briefly in reply to Robert and takes a step back.
draconic:
This is not a test of strength but of character. Look, now we know this one is prompt to anger and interested by money. On the contrary, one of the small ones does not like conflict while the other one is wise and worried about our mission. And the large woman is sure of her strength. Then he listens to the mayor's answer.
We need to cover some basics first. Gold,I see you've given us some and there will be more to come,and rum. I need rum immediatly. I work much more efficiently with it. Robert picks up the pouch of gold. It'll work for now. And now...to work on the rum... A massive hand pins your hand and the pouch on the table. "You have nothing in your head?", Ssraaz rumbles "Or maybe your eyess are blue becausse there is only water in?" The hand comes off and Ssraaz lifts one finger:
A second finger follows the first:
A third finger follows:
A fourth finger:
"But first we need to know what tribe livess near the crosssess, be it softskin or scalyskin and we need to go and ask them about the waters there."
Ignoring for the moment the challenge for the hatchling sized lizardfolk, Ssraaz listens to the strange conversation between Matatoa and the halflings and humans. What is this hatchling talking about. I do not recognize his colors and his weapons. And he does not seem to understand anything about the softskins and their tribes. Flaring his crest, Sraaz begins a series of clicks, whistles and guttural sounds. Draconic: "Matatoa has challenged Ssraaz. Ssraaz will not respond for now as the will of the Bloodied Coral tribe and the Flower Lady is that Ssraaz helps the people of the tribe of Dresmond Valourous, the one you call Hero. All the small softskins you see here are part of his tribe but this tribe is more numerous than all our tribes together. And the big ones are another tribe even more numerous. That is why they don't understand you when you ask of their blood relations.
And now tell me what is your tribe and ancestors. Your colors and weapons are not in the lore and no tribe of our people with your size took part in the fight with the Hungry Mouths."
The next one coming into the room is a massive Lizzardfolk towering at nearly 7 feet. His is topaze green with a large blue crest and seems harnessed for war with a couple of tridents jutting from behind his shoulders, two netts crisscrossing on his torso over a leather and wood armor and a massive greatclub held in one hand. Standing at on the doorstep, he raises a hand flat open and palm facing all of you and booms. "I am Ssrazz, sson of Razzal and double sson of Marazz, of the Bloodied Coral tribe. I am here by the will of the Lady to ansswer the call of the softskins as my double-father did before me." Stepping into the room, he moves to the table and, extending a single finger tipped with the sharp claw, he carves a glyph into the wooden tabletop. It represents a lily flower with a stylized woman coming out of it. "May the Flower of Chance protect this place", he says, before taking a step back and resting both of his hands on his greatclub.
Ssrazz had swam all the way to Middleport, carried by the currents and kept afloat while sleeping by his armor and the buoys he had carried with him. Reaching the shore in the small beach at the foot of the harbor, the had made his way, still dripping water, up to the town hall. There he announced himself to the secretary waiting behind her desk with a heavily accented common. "I am Ssrazz, of the Bloodied Coral tribe. I am the double-sson ofs Marazz Wavewarden.", he said, pointing to a painting representing Dresmond the Valourous and his Lizzardfolk companions. "The drumzz have ssumonned me here to help his Sson.", he added, only to be directed to a room where others were already waiting.
In as well.
Still there.
Here is Llaelian's character. Almost ready. I'm just lacking a trait and a little equipment. Everything is in the Alias profile. |