Who Do We Wake Up First?

Ludo looked at Miklos, “Who do we wake up first?”

“No one, until all are tied up.” Miklos replied darkly. “I trust no one. This is an opportunity to question both sides and discover the truth.”

“Or two stories, neither of which are entirely true.” Maruc said, after he had finished sewing a nasty gash on the Traldar he was attending to.

Feldard began trussing up the sleeping Traldar and Hutaakan alike. Then looked up to the one Hasan had levitating. “Do you think they will understand us?” he mused aloud, then called up the jackal-headed humanoid. “My friend here is going to lower you. If you fight us or attempt to flee, I’ll have to shoot you,” he commented laying a hand on his once more loaded crossbow. Then nodded to Hasan to bring the Hutaakan down.

Ludo watched as the strangers were trussed up. He was of two minds. Was it a good thing to subdue both sides in a war against each other? He suspected that all they were going to do was make enermies of everyone in the valley, which would do them no good at all. As his Father once said, pick a side and support it fully, when you sat on a fench, all you ever got was a sore backside.

“What now Miklos, this is getting no closer to what the Sons of Night are after. How will we know when we question them who is telling the truth?”

“Why are we here? To find what the Sons want,” stated Hasan. “These men are worse than the dogs they hunt, and surely know less as well. And the Sons are human, as far as we know, and far more likely to have subjects than these Hutakaa. We should free the Hutakaa.”

Stephan stopped the tying up work along side Feldard. “And kill the Traldar, Hasan? I’m just a soldier but even I can see you’re jumping to conclusions. You call the Traldar worse than dogs when you know nothing of them! Your elven elitism is showing through, Hasan.”

When the levitated Hutaakan was back on the ground, he slowly held his open hands up in the air. Then he turned to the elf.

“Suilannad otornonya vorima. Elen sila lumenn’ omentielvo manenna sinarë…” The Hutaakan was speaking the language of the elves. It was an accent and dialect with which neither Hasan nor Miklos was familiar, but it was close enough to the elven tongues spoken by the varied tribes of Karameikos that they could understand. Though they were unfamiliar with it, the accent was a pleasant and refined.

“Please, I doth beseech thee,” implored the Hutaakan in Elven. He was one of their priesthood, judging from his garb. “These primitives with which thou dost now travel have brought blood and destruction upon the valley. For ages, my race hath been selflessly dedicated to keeping the forces of entropy and chaos at bay. These savages hath put all in peril with their recent hostile actions.”



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9 responses to “Who Do We Wake Up First?

  1. 6:32am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

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

    Maruc: 30,515/48000
    Miklos: 30,355/40000
    Feldard: 30,900/34000
    Hasan: 29,980/32000
    Stephan: 30,040/32000
    Ludo: 29,665/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo looked upon the Hutaakan with a sceptical look upon his face, “Miklos, Hasan, listen carefully to his words for untruths and deception, I have seen first hand how culture and refinement can easily decieve those who seek the truth and justice”. Dont forget the tracks from the dead bodies lead us to these natives of this valley, and in my book, actions always speak louder than fancy words”!

  3. Hasan

    “These are Elfriends of long ago, and we must treat them with the respect they deserve,” insisted Hasan. “Spare the humans, to be sure, but send them away. These nobles mean no harm,” the elf continued, turning to their tall captive, “but have worked across the ages for the commonweal. They are due our respect.”. Finally, the elf addressed the captive directly, “I am Hasan Elywn, Prince of Radlebb Wood. We come bear grim tidings, and we come to seek a boon. Great evil arises beyond this vale, and it would infiltrate your fastness. My people stayed, protected within their own bounds for eons, until we grew weak. Let that fate not befall you. These, my friends and I, would take up your tools, to use beyond these bounds on your behalf. Come now, and take us to see your people’s fate, and what they hold onto today of your true ways. We respect those ways, but you must allow us to know your tale, travel your paths, and be your spearhead in the realm beyond.” The elf finished with a grand gesture signifying the world.

  4. Feldard gave a bit of a harsh laugh. Of course the Hutaakan would speak some variant of elven. Don’t all ancient races speak elven? he thought in bitter wry amusement.

    He nodded slightly as Miklos and Hasan interpreted the Hutaakan’s words. While Feldard was often of a mind to be wary, he found himself accepting the Hutaakan’s words readily enough. It did not surprise him in the least that the Traldar were invaders to this valley and that the Hutaakan were normally peaceful but forced to defend themselves.

    Silent though he remained, there was just one question that begged to be asked: Was the invasion by the Traldar at all associated with the Sons of Night; or were the two completely separate?

    Feldard had no clue what Hasan said to the Hutaakan. “Hasan, ask him when the Traldar began their attacks.”

  5. Ludo

    Ludo scowled in frustration, he could see that the fancy words of the Hutaakan was winning Hasan over. Typical, high born gentry were often fooled with fancy words and flowery diplomacy, rather than looking at the facts. Ludo could not decide if the Hutaakan was telling the truth or not, but another old saying from his father came to mind, ‘a true diplomat has as many faces as the moon’ and knows when to reveal them. This Hutaakan was spinning a grand tale to Hasan.

    He could tell that the Tralder were confused why they were all tied up, and their confusion was slowly turning to anger. Great he thought to himself, more enemies, just what they needed.

    He angrily exclaimed, “Hasan you would lose your crown in a game of cards versus a blind, deaf court fool. You have revealed our mission thereby allowing the Hutaakan to hide if they so wish what we seek or to lead us into a trap. Your grandiose honesty could be placing our mission at risk”. You have to learn when to reveal your cards and when to bluff. Do not be blinded to the truth by prejudice.

  6. Stephan

    Stephan was dismayed at Hasan’s words. Actually, he could not fathom what the elf meant by “worked across the ages for the commonweal” and “take us to see your people’s fate”. ‘People’! he thought. Since when are jackal headed men ‘people’?

    “The Traldar, too, Hasan, may be friends of long ago to some folks. Tell him, Hasan, that we saw the Hutaakan ambush the Traldar.” Stephan was not adept at diplomacy. “Tell him that we seek peace between the Traldar and Hutaakan. Tell him, Hasan.” He looked at the elf, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

  7. miklosdostevar

    Miklos nodded in agreement with Ludo’s initial thoughts of caution. “Hukataan.” he said in the common tongue of men. “Do not anger my friends but pretending not to know the tongue of men. It is plain that a cultured society at war would first learn the speech of their enemies in order to defeat them or at least parley,” His eye’s darkened. “I was half convinced that you were the injured party in this affair, but it seems deception is not unknown to you. I would know the truth from you in plain speech, or you are not the cultured people I took you for.”

    “Answer me this, how long have you been at war? Who started it and most importantly, why? Your answer may decide the fate of this valley.”

  8. maruc

    Maruc kept an eye on the Traldar he was tending. “Very astute Miklos, indeed they must know the common tongue, by the ravages of this valley alone this conflict has been raging for years. To a folk with the power to create mighty golems it would be a simple thing to converse in an unknown tongue very swiftly.” he turned to the warrior he was treating, “Is that not so Traldar? And what say you? When did the Traldar enter this land and why?”

  9. hasan

    Hasan adddressed the Hutaakan in Elvish again, “Say your truth, and be at peace. Despite their rash words, these humans have shown themselves trustworthy many times. Speak now.”

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