As the battle subsides Pheara slowly settles back down as the adrenaline driving her begins to ease away. Returning to an upright posture she looks around her, catching the dwarfs eye as he smiles at her and shrugs leaving her perplexed as to what his meaning was. Still unfamiliar with the ways of the civilised folk she watches as soldiers all around break into various duties, the bustle of action quickly building and leaving her unsettled for in the jungle only silence followed a battle.
As the others discuss the snake bloods and what to do next she listens in while moving over to the giant snake she had tussled with. Pulling out the primitive knife she keeps from the sack attached to her waist she bends down to the snake and begins to cut into its head around the mouth and after several minutes work she has retrieved the snakes upper teeth. Putting the knife away and taking a quick bite of the snakes flesh she stands and moves to the dwarf who is examining the bodies of their slain foes. After wiping most of the blood from the teeth she offers them to him with a bow of respect, saying from between a mouthful of snake flesh which she still chews “You...get...no...makes...claim good kill. Pheara names you great snake in home of wood and cloth.”
She then holds up her arms, showing the large tigers claws strapped to each wrist and running up the back of her hands. “Me stalking tiger by flowing river of green.”
Ledmo straightened as the wild shifter came up to him, standing his four feet or so and looking up to her. His bushy red brows knit together over perplexed emerald eyes as he tries figure out what she's attempting to say, but, in the end, he gets the gist of it. Reaching out a leather gloved hand, he accepts the gift of snake teeth, or trophy perhaps. When she rises from her bow, he suddenly stomps an ironshod boot to the ground. Clenching his right hand around the offering, he gives a thudding strike with it over his left breast, his mail sounding with a metallic rustle as he comes to attention. "Ya 'onor me where none is due, Warrior a' the Light. Maker keep ya well, an' guide ya true." And then the dwarf relaxed his stance, looking down to place the giant snake's teeth into the pouch at his side. He glanced up to her again. "Name's Ledmo Embervein, Led ta those who'd call me frien', as I look t'ya t'be." He squirreled up his face under his beard then, unsure of how to address her. He continued. "Stalkin' Tiger, by Flowing River a' Green, I'll take yer namin' a' me as Great Snake 'n 'Ome a' Wood 'n Cloth, an' I'll try 'n 'onor it the bes' I might, as I imagine tha's yer custom, but do be callin' me Led, as tha' be my custom among frien's." And then he took a second look at the claws she wore about his wrists. "Those look t'be from a mighty beas', an' I'm sure there be a tale there good fer 'earin', which I'd be glad ta, but fer the work tha' needs be done now. But when things settle a bit, I'd be likin' ta 'ear how ya got 'em. Fer now though, ya wanna 'elp me git these bodies in order? Or may'aps ya'd rather be seein' t'the wounded? As ya like, but I'm thinking this ain' done yet, an' we wanna be ready fer wha' comes next 'afore it gets here."
As Ledmo takes the trophy of his kill and talks to her Pheara screws up her face in deep concentration, trying to understand what he is saying. Her limited grasp of common is challenged much further by the dwarfs thick accent and after he finishes she has to puzzle over some of what he has said for a few moments.
Eventually she nods in response before speaking “Pheara be birth name, like this lands ....tra...di...tion? Tradition.” She continues as a warm smile crosses her face suddenly, which looks a little strange on the feral woman “I call you Led, fren.”
Looking down at the bodies she looks confused once more. “What Led do with...bodees? Not leave to Luoam?”
"Well met, Phaera." He returned a genuine smile from an unlikely source. "As fer the bodies, simple 'nough. Lemme show ya." Led says as he crouches down over the body he was clearing when she approached. "Two piles." And he picks up the short sword on the ground next to the body and deposits it on a small collection of weapons and whatever armor might have been worn on the corpses he had already cleared. "One fer arms an' armor." Then he takes whatever other belongings; rings, pendants, accessories of any sort, on the body and puts them into a second pile. If there's a pouch or other container on the corpse, he empties it, rifles through the contents, and then puts them in the pile of belongings, discarding the pouch after. "Another fer e'erythin' else. Iffen yer seein' anythin' particularly in'erestin'; notes, maps, tha' kinda thin', set it aside ta bring ta Cap'n Greensparrow af'erward." Ledmo stands and turns toward Phaera, then. "Af'er we're done, we'll 'ave a 'ealer confirm death. Once tha's done, there's a pit ou'side the walls, 'alf filled with burnt Lizard folk dead from a previous engagemen'. Tha's where these fella's'll be endin' up, as well." He gives a short nod, and crouches back down to get back at it. "An' good riddance ta 'em. Ain' pretty werk, t'be sure. But it's gotta git done."
Finally slides my bow over my shoulder again and takes toll of the field before heading towards ledmo* " HEY you we never got a chance to be properly introduced..... Name is Storat... that was some impressive ax work... and not just for... you know... your kind.." *completely oblivious he's being rude as he's used to just saying things as he sees them*
Simply nodding to Ledmo in understanding Pheara once again smiles back with her strange grin, pleased to know what to do in this strange place even if she didn’t entirely understand why.
Bending down to the first body she repeats the process, separating weapons and armour into one pile and everything else into another. Once done she lent in close and sniffed around the neck of the dead yuan-ti. Standing up she simply shakes her head before moving on.
Good, good. You can heal. We need someone who can do that. Now... what is this? Tusk looks at the crystal he is holding. Strange, strange, strange indeed. Hm. Let’s go find Greensparrow.Tusk looks around to find greensparrow, as he tries to figure out what that crystal is.
As Phaera moved to a fallen yuan ti, Ledmo returned to his own. He was there when Strorat approached, and he glanced up to the elf from where he was working. "An' tha's high praise indeed, comin' from yer kind, Gold'n Boy." He offered up a halfgrin that was as much smirk as smile. "Butcha lan'ed some good shots yerself I saw, an' didn' manage ta be 'itt'in' anyone ya ought not ta, which is jus' more 'a the same since we crossed paths, so I'll call tha' well met, Storat." Ledmo brushed his gloved hands off on his thighs then, and stood. "I'm called Ledmo, Ledmo Embervein, an' iffen ya'd call me a frien', ya can call me Led." He offered out a right hand in greeting, and his halfsmile took on a more genuine light. Ledmo hadn't met many of the elven kind in his time, and had liked even less. But there was something in this one's forthrightness that he was beginning to appreciate. "Now, there be a day's werth a' werk t'be done, an' an hour t'be doin' it in, as they say. I'm back ta it. Unless there be som'tin' elsewise, ya can be 'elpin' us wit' the fallen 'ere, er there be the stricken needin' aid iffen ya got any skill wit' tha'. The outer wall needs lookin' ta, 'swell, an' I imagine the Cap'n's likely to be puttin' scouts on those fleein' the field. No shortage a' thin's tha' need doin', t'be sure. Take yer pleasure." And unless Strorat said more, Ledmo would return to his work.
Most of the armor and weapons appears to be made by the Army of Light. The yuan-ti didn't bother spending time making weapons when they were able to make use of the camp's ready supply. On each body, Ledmo notes similar silver plates welded into each of the yuan-ti's backs. The emeralds in them are just as dull as they were on the captured man in Greensparrow's tent. Speaking of Greensparrow, the elf comes limping out of the commander's tent, supported by the captive. The captive's eyes go wide as he sees the carnage around the camp. "Oh man, those guys got you good. I thought they'd at least wait a little bit before they tried to kill everyone and take me back for reprocessing." Greensparrow seems strangely unconcerned that the yuan-ti is quite literally within stabbing distance of him.
Surveying the mess, Greensparrow merely says, "Take the equipment to the quartermaster. I'm sure that we'll need to make some repairs. And while you're there, ask for some more tents to serve as infirmaries. As for the bodies... You know where they go."
Tusk is unable to figure out what exactly the crystal is, though touching it does seem to fill him with a warm sort of feeling in his hands.
Swamp
The lizardfolk shaman bows respectfully, and Feldri does so in return. The chieftan waves a hand and two young lizardfolk join you- one of whom you recognize as Rewe. The shaman speaks again. "These two will guide you back to your encampment safely. We know the hidden pathways where the water is shallow and where there are no snakes about." With that, the gathering disbands, and the two lizardfolk stand there awaiting you.
Feldri pauses for a moment and says something in draconic, to which the Rewe and his companion reply enthusiastically. "They are willing to show you the village if you wish to see it. But we must hurry if you do."
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Camp
"Aye, sir. As ya say." He replied to the captain's command. He wasn't comfortable with how it seemed the captain and the yuan ti were getting on, but it wasn't his place to say so, and so he didn't. As he finished with his last carcass, he beckoned Phaera, and Strorat if he remained nearby, over. "Whaddya make 'a these?", he asked, gesturing down to the silver plates with the green gems fused into the yuan ti's backs. "I noticed one on the prisoner we took 'n, 'swell. Didn' think anythin' 'a it at the time, jus' figured 'twas the way they bejeweled 'emselves, but all a' 'em 'ave it." He takes a closer look at the plate then, looking for any kind of marking or insignia etched into the silver or the gem.
A large emerald Dragonborn shouts to anyone listening. “Does anyone know if these guys are poisonous!!!” As he looks over the corpses littering the ground.
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Bahli begins prying the gems off of the nearest plate and puts them in his pocket. He then reaches down and cuts off the hand of the nearest fallen foe and begins nibbling on it.
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(dogfacedad, if your character is trying to pull the gem off a silver plate imbedded in a dead yuan ti's back, they'd be in the Camp as this point, not the swamp. I'll post, assuming that's the case.)
Camp
Hearing the question concerning whether or not the corpses are poisonous, Led glances up, cocking a bushy red brow. "Matters li'l 'nough. They'll all be burnin' in a pit soon as they're-" and then he stops, watching one of the dragonborn hacking off one of the corpse's hands and start chewing on it. He shook his head in disgust, and wondered if there might not be an Army of Light regulation against eating the sentient dead, enemy or no, and if not, if there ought to be. But he let it go. The Army served many races, each to their own custom. If there was a regulation against this sort of thing, someone of greater authority than himself would see to it. He turned his attention back to Phaera, and Strorat if he was there, to see if they had any ideas concerning his previous question.
(Thank you for that I’m a little confused by everything, I only just started ptp. Please excuse a few mistakes and questions if possible. Thank you all in advance!)
seeing the disgust on (Korum’s?) face he drops the yuan ti’s hand and wipes his maw clean with his sleeve. “ I don’t mean to offend, I was just so hungry and I think meat taste better fresh from battle. I don’t eat the living if that makes you feel better?”
The Dragonborn continues trying to collect the gems, nipping of a finger of wich ever corpse he is near.
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Camp
As the battle subsides Pheara slowly settles back down as the adrenaline driving her begins to ease away. Returning to an upright posture she looks around her, catching the dwarfs eye as he smiles at her and shrugs leaving her perplexed as to what his meaning was. Still unfamiliar with the ways of the civilised folk she watches as soldiers all around break into various duties, the bustle of action quickly building and leaving her unsettled for in the jungle only silence followed a battle.
As the others discuss the snake bloods and what to do next she listens in while moving over to the giant snake she had tussled with. Pulling out the primitive knife she keeps from the sack attached to her waist she bends down to the snake and begins to cut into its head around the mouth and after several minutes work she has retrieved the snakes upper teeth. Putting the knife away and taking a quick bite of the snakes flesh she stands and moves to the dwarf who is examining the bodies of their slain foes. After wiping most of the blood from the teeth she offers them to him with a bow of respect, saying from between a mouthful of snake flesh which she still chews “You...get...no...makes...claim good kill. Pheara names you great snake in home of wood and cloth.”
She then holds up her arms, showing the large tigers claws strapped to each wrist and running up the back of her hands. “Me stalking tiger by flowing river of green.”
Camp
Ledmo straightened as the wild shifter came up to him, standing his four feet or so and looking up to her. His bushy red brows knit together over perplexed emerald eyes as he tries figure out what she's attempting to say, but, in the end, he gets the gist of it. Reaching out a leather gloved hand, he accepts the gift of snake teeth, or trophy perhaps. When she rises from her bow, he suddenly stomps an ironshod boot to the ground. Clenching his right hand around the offering, he gives a thudding strike with it over his left breast, his mail sounding with a metallic rustle as he comes to attention. "Ya 'onor me where none is due, Warrior a' the Light. Maker keep ya well, an' guide ya true." And then the dwarf relaxed his stance, looking down to place the giant snake's teeth into the pouch at his side. He glanced up to her again. "Name's Ledmo Embervein, Led ta those who'd call me frien', as I look t'ya t'be." He squirreled up his face under his beard then, unsure of how to address her. He continued. "Stalkin' Tiger, by Flowing River a' Green, I'll take yer namin' a' me as Great Snake 'n 'Ome a' Wood 'n Cloth, an' I'll try 'n 'onor it the bes' I might, as I imagine tha's yer custom, but do be callin' me Led, as tha' be my custom among frien's." And then he took a second look at the claws she wore about his wrists. "Those look t'be from a mighty beas', an' I'm sure there be a tale there good fer 'earin', which I'd be glad ta, but fer the work tha' needs be done now. But when things settle a bit, I'd be likin' ta 'ear how ya got 'em. Fer now though, ya wanna 'elp me git these bodies in order? Or may'aps ya'd rather be seein' t'the wounded? As ya like, but I'm thinking this ain' done yet, an' we wanna be ready fer wha' comes next 'afore it gets here."
Saprys responds to Tusk, "I can patch up folks enough to get back on their feet, but nothing too major, yet."
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Camp
As Ledmo takes the trophy of his kill and talks to her Pheara screws up her face in deep concentration, trying to understand what he is saying. Her limited grasp of common is challenged much further by the dwarfs thick accent and after he finishes she has to puzzle over some of what he has said for a few moments.
Eventually she nods in response before speaking “Pheara be birth name, like this lands ....tra...di...tion? Tradition.” She continues as a warm smile crosses her face suddenly, which looks a little strange on the feral woman “I call you Led, fren.”
Looking down at the bodies she looks confused once more. “What Led do with...bodees? Not leave to Luoam?”
Camp
"Well met, Phaera." He returned a genuine smile from an unlikely source. "As fer the bodies, simple 'nough. Lemme show ya." Led says as he crouches down over the body he was clearing when she approached. "Two piles." And he picks up the short sword on the ground next to the body and deposits it on a small collection of weapons and whatever armor might have been worn on the corpses he had already cleared. "One fer arms an' armor." Then he takes whatever other belongings; rings, pendants, accessories of any sort, on the body and puts them into a second pile. If there's a pouch or other container on the corpse, he empties it, rifles through the contents, and then puts them in the pile of belongings, discarding the pouch after. "Another fer e'erythin' else. Iffen yer seein' anythin' particularly in'erestin'; notes, maps, tha' kinda thin', set it aside ta bring ta Cap'n Greensparrow af'erward." Ledmo stands and turns toward Phaera, then. "Af'er we're done, we'll 'ave a 'ealer confirm death. Once tha's done, there's a pit ou'side the walls, 'alf filled with burnt Lizard folk dead from a previous engagemen'. Tha's where these fella's'll be endin' up, as well." He gives a short nod, and crouches back down to get back at it. "An' good riddance ta 'em. Ain' pretty werk, t'be sure. But it's gotta git done."
Finally slides my bow over my shoulder again and takes toll of the field before heading towards ledmo* " HEY you we never got a chance to be properly introduced..... Name is Storat... that was some impressive ax work... and not just for... you know... your kind.." *completely oblivious he's being rude as he's used to just saying things as he sees them*
Damien Firetail
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Camp
Simply nodding to Ledmo in understanding Pheara once again smiles back with her strange grin, pleased to know what to do in this strange place even if she didn’t entirely understand why.
Bending down to the first body she repeats the process, separating weapons and armour into one pile and everything else into another. Once done she lent in close and sniffed around the neck of the dead yuan-ti. Standing up she simply shakes her head before moving on.
investigation:4
Good, good. You can heal. We need someone who can do that. Now... what is this? Tusk looks at the crystal he is holding. Strange, strange, strange indeed. Hm. Let’s go find Greensparrow. Tusk looks around to find greensparrow, as he tries to figure out what that crystal is.
Perception:10
Arcana:11
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Camp
As Phaera moved to a fallen yuan ti, Ledmo returned to his own. He was there when Strorat approached, and he glanced up to the elf from where he was working. "An' tha's high praise indeed, comin' from yer kind, Gold'n Boy." He offered up a halfgrin that was as much smirk as smile. "Butcha lan'ed some good shots yerself I saw, an' didn' manage ta be 'itt'in' anyone ya ought not ta, which is jus' more 'a the same since we crossed paths, so I'll call tha' well met, Storat." Ledmo brushed his gloved hands off on his thighs then, and stood. "I'm called Ledmo, Ledmo Embervein, an' iffen ya'd call me a frien', ya can call me Led." He offered out a right hand in greeting, and his halfsmile took on a more genuine light. Ledmo hadn't met many of the elven kind in his time, and had liked even less. But there was something in this one's forthrightness that he was beginning to appreciate. "Now, there be a day's werth a' werk t'be done, an' an hour t'be doin' it in, as they say. I'm back ta it. Unless there be som'tin' elsewise, ya can be 'elpin' us wit' the fallen 'ere, er there be the stricken needin' aid iffen ya got any skill wit' tha'. The outer wall needs lookin' ta, 'swell, an' I imagine the Cap'n's likely to be puttin' scouts on those fleein' the field. No shortage a' thin's tha' need doin', t'be sure. Take yer pleasure." And unless Strorat said more, Ledmo would return to his work.
Camp
Most of the armor and weapons appears to be made by the Army of Light. The yuan-ti didn't bother spending time making weapons when they were able to make use of the camp's ready supply. On each body, Ledmo notes similar silver plates welded into each of the yuan-ti's backs. The emeralds in them are just as dull as they were on the captured man in Greensparrow's tent. Speaking of Greensparrow, the elf comes limping out of the commander's tent, supported by the captive. The captive's eyes go wide as he sees the carnage around the camp. "Oh man, those guys got you good. I thought they'd at least wait a little bit before they tried to kill everyone and take me back for reprocessing." Greensparrow seems strangely unconcerned that the yuan-ti is quite literally within stabbing distance of him.
Surveying the mess, Greensparrow merely says, "Take the equipment to the quartermaster. I'm sure that we'll need to make some repairs. And while you're there, ask for some more tents to serve as infirmaries. As for the bodies... You know where they go."
Tusk is unable to figure out what exactly the crystal is, though touching it does seem to fill him with a warm sort of feeling in his hands.
Swamp
The lizardfolk shaman bows respectfully, and Feldri does so in return. The chieftan waves a hand and two young lizardfolk join you- one of whom you recognize as Rewe. The shaman speaks again. "These two will guide you back to your encampment safely. We know the hidden pathways where the water is shallow and where there are no snakes about." With that, the gathering disbands, and the two lizardfolk stand there awaiting you.
Feldri pauses for a moment and says something in draconic, to which the Rewe and his companion reply enthusiastically. "They are willing to show you the village if you wish to see it. But we must hurry if you do."
Swamp
Will politely declines the offer. "No thanks. I think that we should be getting back to our friends with your message."
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"Aye, sir. As ya say." He replied to the captain's command. He wasn't comfortable with how it seemed the captain and the yuan ti were getting on, but it wasn't his place to say so, and so he didn't. As he finished with his last carcass, he beckoned Phaera, and Strorat if he remained nearby, over. "Whaddya make 'a these?", he asked, gesturing down to the silver plates with the green gems fused into the yuan ti's backs. "I noticed one on the prisoner we took 'n, 'swell. Didn' think anythin' 'a it at the time, jus' figured 'twas the way they bejeweled 'emselves, but all a' 'em 'ave it." He takes a closer look at the plate then, looking for any kind of marking or insignia etched into the silver or the gem.
Investigation: 5
A large emerald Dragonborn shouts to anyone listening. “Does anyone know if these guys are poisonous!!!” As he looks over the corpses littering the ground.
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Swamp
Bahli begins prying the gems off of the nearest plate and puts them in his pocket. He then reaches down and cuts off the hand of the nearest fallen foe and begins nibbling on it.
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(dogfacedad, if your character is trying to pull the gem off a silver plate imbedded in a dead yuan ti's back, they'd be in the Camp as this point, not the swamp. I'll post, assuming that's the case.)
Camp
Hearing the question concerning whether or not the corpses are poisonous, Led glances up, cocking a bushy red brow. "Matters li'l 'nough. They'll all be burnin' in a pit soon as they're-" and then he stops, watching one of the dragonborn hacking off one of the corpse's hands and start chewing on it. He shook his head in disgust, and wondered if there might not be an Army of Light regulation against eating the sentient dead, enemy or no, and if not, if there ought to be. But he let it go. The Army served many races, each to their own custom. If there was a regulation against this sort of thing, someone of greater authority than himself would see to it. He turned his attention back to Phaera, and Strorat if he was there, to see if they had any ideas concerning his previous question.
(Thank you for that I’m a little confused by everything, I only just started ptp. Please excuse a few mistakes and questions if possible. Thank you all in advance!)
seeing the disgust on (Korum’s?) face he drops the yuan ti’s hand and wipes his maw clean with his sleeve. “ I don’t mean to offend, I was just so hungry and I think meat taste better fresh from battle. I don’t eat the living if that makes you feel better?”
The Dragonborn continues trying to collect the gems, nipping of a finger of wich ever corpse he is near.
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(Ledmo’s)
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reluctantly helps kick the corpses into the pit cringing in disgust* uggghhh vermin
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"That's not quite the comfort you think it is, green brother..." Saprys responds as he hefts one of the dead over his shoulder to take to the pit.
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Recognizing a pattern Bahli stops looting and collecting snacks and drags two bodies to the pit.
“ Less rations out of the groups mess is usually a close comfort if that’s better? What is with these guys anyway?”
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