Yar’ve Keel’d Ar Kin!

Stephan quickly rose from the work of burying the dead. He stood ready with hand on the hilt of his un-drawn sword. He hoped it did not appear that they had slain the comrades of these riders. Oh how he wished for a horse right now!

He noted the strange tracks of the lizard mounts and cursed himself for not recognizing them before. But how could he? These were tracks never before seen by the likes of a woodsman from the south.

Feldard held the rock he had been about to place atop the dead and nodded to Maruc at his cautioning motion, as the priest greeted the lizard riders. The dwarf wouldn’t draw his weapon – at least not at the moment. However, if the mounted riders grew aggressive his rock would fly – straight towards the lead rider.

As soon as the riders appeared, Ludo crouched down, partly to create an impression of being less of threat to these strangers and also to quietly loosen his sword in his scabbard.

He wasn’t happy this situation looked very bad, here they were burying some bodies and caught red handed. Ludo would not be surprised, if the riders had not already made up their mind as to what had happened and demand retribution. He hoped that Feldard would not try and talk to these strangers, his skills in negotiating were not the best.

“I wish we had a spear or pole ax to set against their charge,” Hasan whispered bitterly to His companions.

Maruc turned to confront the newcomers. “Assuming you speak our common tongue I say hail and well met. We do not know your burial custom but when we came across your slain brethren we buried them as befitting as we could. I have spoken words of spirit guidance so their souls can rest in the great halls of their fathers. We grieve for your loss and would ask what foes trouble you for we are new come to your land in search of knowledge.”

Miklos held back. The priest was indeed brave to make a stand before armed cavalry but at least they were not of the undead. Cautiously he summoned to his mind a binding web spell in case things turned ugly. He didn’t chance to start the spell in case these were casters and take his actions as offensive. He waited their response. Miklos’s first impression was disappointment. Armed warriors was not what he expected of the high Hukataan culture. He hoped they might meet a more intellectual caste, Maybe these soldiers would lead them to the Hukataan secrets that the Sons of Night coveted? Or maybe not.

Miklos didn’t dwell of the alternative.

Hasan stood quietly next to Feldard and watched Maruc and the visitors. With bated breath, Stephan awaited the riders’ response to Maruc’s bold gambit.

Whispering to Hasan, “Lofty Prince, I hope your skills in diplomacy are up to the task to talk to these strangers, otherwise this could get ugly real quick”.

The riders slowed their charge and drew their weapons. “Yar’ve keel’d ar kin!” The lead rider spoke accusingly, with a thick accent that was difficult to understand.

“Harld!” spoke another of the riders. “Thar be strange far shar, tho thar be like ars. Not like tho mutts.”



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8 responses to “Yar’ve Keel’d Ar Kin!

  1. 6:07am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

    Maruc: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+5xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    Maruc: 30,290/48000
    Miklos: 30,135/40000
    Feldard: 30,690/34000
    Hasan: 29,755/32000
    Stephan: 29,830/32000
    Ludo: 29,455/40,000

  2. Hasan

    “Be still now, Feldard,” whIspered Hasan. “It seems they speak a bit, but do not welcome unhumans. We shall have to educate them after Maruc wins their trust.” The elf stood still and watched.

  3. Maruc pressed his point. “Please be at peace, I meant what I said. We seek knowledge. Feel free to check my weapon and clothing for blood, We have not slain your kin, we would hardly tarry and bury them were we guilty of their slaying?”

    Maruc read their mistrusting faces, they were not sold on their story yet. But neither were they convinced of their guilt.

    “We are travellers from beyond your valley, I am Maruc, a priest of Halav Incarnate, with me are my faithful and stalwart friends, three men; Ludo an orc prisoner we aided, Stephan of the Dymrak Forest and Miklos of Specularum on the sea. Here is Hasan of the noble houses of the elven Elyan and finally Feldard the renown dwarven warrior.” Maruc was not sure if Feldard would appreciate his past being associated with his name.

    “What are your names and what quarrel do you have with the ‘Mutts’ that results in such violence?” he enquired boldly.

  4. miklosdostevar

    Miklos considered the term ‘mutt’. In Specularum it was normally used in reference to stray dogs. It didn’t take too much of a logical leap to suggest it was a derogatory term used for their foe. These people were probably not Hukaatan, they certainly didn’t look learned nor did they look like the broken statues that were cast about the landscape. He wondered why they were fighting. He deliberately chose to keep the tapestry hidden, it was unlikely to be the work of these people and may inflame them to violence.

  5. dtwilder

    Stephen wished he had his bow in hand. “How did we let these riders approach without realizing they were coming?” he muttered to Feldard.

    The Sukiskyn tried to appear non-threatening without letting down his guard. He was in no mood for a fight with a strange enemy at the crack of dawn in a desolate, rocky land.

  6. As the riders drew weapons, Feldard hefted the rock into a proper throwing position but held off his throw as Maruc continued to try and explain their presence. He gave a short snort at his introduction.

    (mainly holding action.. if they attack, he throws and pulls his axe)

  7. Ludo

    Ludo relaxed… a little, it least the strangers were talking and there didn’t seem to be any indicators that the strangers were inclined to fight; it least for now. Still he could not help but wonder, perhaps these were the killers of the poor souls that the party was burying. Ludo stayed at the back of the party watching to see how events would develope.

  8. Maruc winced almost imperceptibly at Feldard’s sour reaction, He wondered if he would ever impress the taciturn warrior.

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