"Daudi" Ömertyr grunts, loud enough that the group recognise it as a name in response to Sam's question.
Ginro claps his hands together with a clank as his hook thinks against his fleshy palm. "Your Rocs will be joining you, you can thank Ömertyr for that, he had us prepare the rocks and his pack for your travels, and we are happy to oblige. Some of our more nature minded researchers have been able to hold conversation with them, it uhhh, it appears that the rocs have forgotten the names that you gave them, but they do remember that you named them, we were able to coax them into accepting some gifts too." Ginro grins, absolutely beaming at the surprise in store.
"Vin here is curious if Daudi knows any languages besides Giant," Sam bemusedly says to Ömertyr in Giant. "Think he plans on kicking me off the team? Or that he just doesn't trust me as translator?"
Muir nods to Ginro and turns to O unsure if he will understand everything. "Thank you Omertyr. I appreciate what you have done. I apologize about the dagger talk earlier."
Hearing Vin questions and Sam's retort, Muir nervously chuckles "No, no I am sure he just means it would be easier for us to talk about the intricacies of what's transpired if she understood all of us. If he was nervous about your exceptional translation skills, he would just ask me to write things out and translate that way"
"Muir there offers you a thousand glories and offers to debase himself in recompense for his ill advised yearning of the Giant Killer Dagger earlier," Sam further says in Giant for Ömertyr's consumption. Perhaps not a fully faithful translation but by Sam's tone and the smirk he offers to the Giant it should be readily apparent that there is playfulness going on.
Even those who do not speak Giant would hear the proper names being spoken - Vin, Muir and if paying attention, maybe even recognize Daudi being used as such based on how both Ömertyr and Sam used the word. Elthana would pick up perhaps a little more as Sam did spend some time starting to teach her some basics of the language. (Though I really am not sure how much time was spent nor how good a teacher Sam is... So I will leave how much she can pick up for her and DM to decide. lol)
"tempting, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline, you have my apologies, the rod will go to someone who will also be involved in the fight and hopefully assis them as much as the time you chose will help you. It is indeed more effective to spread rare and hard to come by items over a few people to give the entire force an advantage instead of putting all if ones eggs in a single Incubator, in not sure if the metaphor translates but I'd be willing to explain if not." Ginro responds to vin with a smile but also a genuine apologetic tone to his words. "Where Daudi is concerned I'm not so sure, her tale is a tragic one, which means she has spent many centuries in self imposed isolation. We of this isle leave her well enough alone, no point in shaking the chimera nest and all that, though Ömertyr may have a better idea."
Ginro resummons the orb to his staff and takes a step out of the teleportation circle in preparation. He speaks in auran to a scientist manning the ritual circle and in turn they speak into a sending stone before receiving a response. With a nod from the scientist and a few symbols drawn on the control crystal, the navigation matrix over head begins to drone slightly whirring to life, "if you're all ready, preparations are complete, we can teleport you to Duun now, of course you are all welcome back at any time but please make sure to go through the correct protocols if you are teleporting here. Ömertyr's pack and the rocks will be sent on after you so please clear the circle at the other side as quickly as possible. Is there any last requests before you go?" The Djiin inquires
Feeling like she has overstayed this welcome with what she has done, even though she wasn't in control, she nods to Ginro. "Thank you for all your assistance and support here. I look forward to seeing you again. But I am ready."
((Does Ömertyr answer about his sister speaking any other languages? Or a reply about Muir's apology for wanting the giant killer dagger?))
Sam is as ready to go as he is going to get. He would prefer Ö's pack being sent first, as he still does not trust Ginro and his people, but he says nothing about that. It's Ö's pack and if he is comfortable with the arrangement then so be it...
At Sam's words in giant Ömertyr responds with a shrug and a few short words before listening more intently with a smile growing across his face at the unknown words Sam speaks. Ölertyr moves slowly but confidently toward Muir and raises a large hand, bringing it down to pat Muir's bald grey head like one would a loyal dog.
"Well it certainly has been a pleasure" Ginro begins, "our messengers are bringing the reachable djiin to an understanding, shenoh is sorting her isle and I will be supplying advantages to the forces that will be backing you up, along with my isles enchantments and inventions, those bracers Elthana provided are being adapted for mass production upon the materials available to us. I wish you luck in finding even more allies, the gods know we need it. You are all welcome back to my isle any time, but until then, goodbye and good luck!".
Ginro gives the scientists by the controls a nod and the teleportation circle flows to life. Ginro waves at you all with his good hand, his hook hand sliding comfortably into his pocket when he notices something and his face drops, "oh shit, Elthana catch!" As the room begins to spin and disappear Ginro plucks a small crystal orb wrapped in thick string out of his pocket and throws it toward the group, but Elthana (Dex save 28) catches it effortlessly as the room is gone and the groups collective stomachs rise to their throats, though not as harshly as the jump to Ginro's, (everyone throw me a con save)
"Here we go aga...", Vin can be heard muttering as face contorts into a bit of a grimace as he awaits the teleportation. This did not go well for him last time.
Neferox just sits next to him, not seeming concerned at all.
The room disappears and Vin cannot help but reactively close his eyes as he awaits the inevitable, but closing his eyes does nothing to alleviate the situation, himself and Gewyn yet again feel nauseous as the group, along with Ömertyr, Griff, and Ingram, materialise in the teleportation room upon the falling isle of Duun, the isle that has been spoken of as one of tradition and history.
The room is similar to the one the group just left, a Ginro scientist at a crystal control panel greets you with a wave, a navigation matrix orb spins lazily over head, but the walls of this isle are an ornate and intricate carving of patterns in many colours, like a stained glass window that boasts the hard and complicated craftsmanship that must have been passed down through generation after generation.
A man stands at the cusp of the ritual circle, beckoning the group over, his white hair carefully cut into a mohawk, his beard long and decorated with beads, and his long loose monk robes are tightened at the waist with ancient ropes, the man is covered head to toe in dust. Duun grumbles, slowly, almost inperceptibly as he beckons, "this way... we need to clear the... circle."
"Alright, alright, we're moving, we're moving!" Sam says in a mock annoyed manner as he helps usher the others off the teleportation area. They're sending the pack and the Rocs next so the space will be needed. Sam isn't sure what would happen if things were where other things got teleported to but he surely doesn't want to be one of the things to find out...
"How's are ya now, then?" he asks as a way of greeting one everyone has been shuffled out of the main travel area. "And thanks be for accommodating us on our travels, eh?"
Formalities done, in his fashion anyway, Sam then moves on to important things. Mainly reaching into his bag of tricks and pulling out a warm ball of fuzz... He bounces it in his hand a moment before dropping it onto the floor besides him, making sure there's enough room there in case he pulls one of the bigger possibilities... A brief moment later there is a shuffling of fur, a stretching of bones and muscles and then a loud, almost roar like yawn from Órga the lion.
"Oh, right then! There you are. It has been a minute now, hasn't it?" Sam says and digs his hand into their main and scratches behind their ear.
Vin stands for a moment with clenched jaw, holding out his hand palm towards Duun as he struggles to keep his last meal from re-appearing. He seems to win the battle, and he shuffles out of the circle, but he still looks more than a little pale. Fortunately nowhere near as bad as last time.
He remains quiet for a bit longer, not willing to risk opening his mouth.
Neferox follows him out of the circle, unwilling to move until he does.
Elthana follows Sam out of the teleportation circle, the effect of the teleportation having not bothered her, but can't stop looking at the small sphere Ginro had thrown to her. It opens, but it is empty and it's purpose completely escapes her. Finally she looks up and smiles, "Greetings Duun."
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"Daudi" Ömertyr grunts, loud enough that the group recognise it as a name in response to Sam's question.
Ginro claps his hands together with a clank as his hook thinks against his fleshy palm. "Your Rocs will be joining you, you can thank Ömertyr for that, he had us prepare the rocks and his pack for your travels, and we are happy to oblige. Some of our more nature minded researchers have been able to hold conversation with them, it uhhh, it appears that the rocs have forgotten the names that you gave them, but they do remember that you named them, we were able to coax them into accepting some gifts too." Ginro grins, absolutely beaming at the surprise in store.
((lol, I am guessing DM's Search-Fu failed him on the Roc names... Not that I would have been able to find them either...))
"Unless you have changed your mind about my offer for the other item, I guess not", Vin replies to Ginro with a smile.
He is ready to proceed, although looking a little nervous after the last ride he took on the teleporter.
"Do you know if Ömertyr's sister speaks any other languages besides giant?", he asks as a bit of an afterthought to Ginro.
"Vin here is curious if Daudi knows any languages besides Giant," Sam bemusedly says to Ömertyr in Giant. "Think he plans on kicking me off the team? Or that he just doesn't trust me as translator?"
Muir nods to Ginro and turns to O unsure if he will understand everything. "Thank you Omertyr. I appreciate what you have done. I apologize about the dagger talk earlier."
Hearing Vin questions and Sam's retort, Muir nervously chuckles "No, no I am sure he just means it would be easier for us to talk about the intricacies of what's transpired if she understood all of us. If he was nervous about your exceptional translation skills, he would just ask me to write things out and translate that way"
"Muir there offers you a thousand glories and offers to debase himself in recompense for his ill advised yearning of the Giant Killer Dagger earlier," Sam further says in Giant for Ömertyr's consumption. Perhaps not a fully faithful translation but by Sam's tone and the smirk he offers to the Giant it should be readily apparent that there is playfulness going on.
Even those who do not speak Giant would hear the proper names being spoken - Vin, Muir and if paying attention, maybe even recognize Daudi being used as such based on how both Ömertyr and Sam used the word. Elthana would pick up perhaps a little more as Sam did spend some time starting to teach her some basics of the language. (Though I really am not sure how much time was spent nor how good a teacher Sam is... So I will leave how much she can pick up for her and DM to decide. lol)
Vin hears his name but resists the urge to react, rather keeping his focus on Ginro, to whom he directed his question.
"tempting, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline, you have my apologies, the rod will go to someone who will also be involved in the fight and hopefully assis them as much as the time you chose will help you. It is indeed more effective to spread rare and hard to come by items over a few people to give the entire force an advantage instead of putting all if ones eggs in a single Incubator, in not sure if the metaphor translates but I'd be willing to explain if not." Ginro responds to vin with a smile but also a genuine apologetic tone to his words. "Where Daudi is concerned I'm not so sure, her tale is a tragic one, which means she has spent many centuries in self imposed isolation. We of this isle leave her well enough alone, no point in shaking the chimera nest and all that, though Ömertyr may have a better idea."
Ginro resummons the orb to his staff and takes a step out of the teleportation circle in preparation. He speaks in auran to a scientist manning the ritual circle and in turn they speak into a sending stone before receiving a response. With a nod from the scientist and a few symbols drawn on the control crystal, the navigation matrix over head begins to drone slightly whirring to life, "if you're all ready, preparations are complete, we can teleport you to Duun now, of course you are all welcome back at any time but please make sure to go through the correct protocols if you are teleporting here. Ömertyr's pack and the rocks will be sent on after you so please clear the circle at the other side as quickly as possible. Is there any last requests before you go?" The Djiin inquires
Feeling like she has overstayed this welcome with what she has done, even though she wasn't in control, she nods to Ginro. "Thank you for all your assistance and support here. I look forward to seeing you again. But I am ready."
Vin and Neferox are ready and waiting in the teleportation circle.
"No problem, thanks Ginro".
Muir follows after thanking Ginro. Patiently waits to be zip zapped elsewhere
((Does Ömertyr answer about his sister speaking any other languages? Or a reply about Muir's apology for wanting the giant killer dagger?))
Sam is as ready to go as he is going to get. He would prefer Ö's pack being sent first, as he still does not trust Ginro and his people, but he says nothing about that. It's Ö's pack and if he is comfortable with the arrangement then so be it...
“Says he’s not sure what his sister speaks,” Sam says offhandedly after Ö replies. “But figures one language is enough…”
At Sam's words in giant Ömertyr responds with a shrug and a few short words before listening more intently with a smile growing across his face at the unknown words Sam speaks. Ölertyr moves slowly but confidently toward Muir and raises a large hand, bringing it down to pat Muir's bald grey head like one would a loyal dog.
"Well it certainly has been a pleasure" Ginro begins, "our messengers are bringing the reachable djiin to an understanding, shenoh is sorting her isle and I will be supplying advantages to the forces that will be backing you up, along with my isles enchantments and inventions, those bracers Elthana provided are being adapted for mass production upon the materials available to us. I wish you luck in finding even more allies, the gods know we need it. You are all welcome back to my isle any time, but until then, goodbye and good luck!".
Ginro gives the scientists by the controls a nod and the teleportation circle flows to life. Ginro waves at you all with his good hand, his hook hand sliding comfortably into his pocket when he notices something and his face drops, "oh shit, Elthana catch!" As the room begins to spin and disappear Ginro plucks a small crystal orb wrapped in thick string out of his pocket and throws it toward the group, but Elthana (Dex save 28) catches it effortlessly as the room is gone and the groups collective stomachs rise to their throats, though not as harshly as the jump to Ginro's, (everyone throw me a con save)
"Here we go aga...", Vin can be heard muttering as face contorts into a bit of a grimace as he awaits the teleportation. This did not go well for him last time.
Neferox just sits next to him, not seeming concerned at all.
The room disappears and Vin cannot help but reactively close his eyes as he awaits the inevitable, but closing his eyes does nothing to alleviate the situation, himself and Gewyn yet again feel nauseous as the group, along with Ömertyr, Griff, and Ingram, materialise in the teleportation room upon the falling isle of Duun, the isle that has been spoken of as one of tradition and history.
The room is similar to the one the group just left, a Ginro scientist at a crystal control panel greets you with a wave, a navigation matrix orb spins lazily over head, but the walls of this isle are an ornate and intricate carving of patterns in many colours, like a stained glass window that boasts the hard and complicated craftsmanship that must have been passed down through generation after generation.
A man stands at the cusp of the ritual circle, beckoning the group over, his white hair carefully cut into a mohawk, his beard long and decorated with beads, and his long loose monk robes are tightened at the waist with ancient ropes, the man is covered head to toe in dust. Duun grumbles, slowly, almost inperceptibly as he beckons, "this way... we need to clear the... circle."
"Alright, alright, we're moving, we're moving!" Sam says in a mock annoyed manner as he helps usher the others off the teleportation area. They're sending the pack and the Rocs next so the space will be needed. Sam isn't sure what would happen if things were where other things got teleported to but he surely doesn't want to be one of the things to find out...
"How's are ya now, then?" he asks as a way of greeting one everyone has been shuffled out of the main travel area. "And thanks be for accommodating us on our travels, eh?"
Formalities done, in his fashion anyway, Sam then moves on to important things. Mainly reaching into his bag of tricks and pulling out a warm ball of fuzz... He bounces it in his hand a moment before dropping it onto the floor besides him, making sure there's enough room there in case he pulls one of the bigger possibilities... A brief moment later there is a shuffling of fur, a stretching of bones and muscles and then a loud, almost roar like yawn from Órga the lion.
"Oh, right then! There you are. It has been a minute now, hasn't it?" Sam says and digs his hand into their main and scratches behind their ear.
Muir follows Sam’s instructions and stands off to the side waiting for his friends, the rocs. He so waits to introduce himself and begin Muiring
Vin stands for a moment with clenched jaw, holding out his hand palm towards Duun as he struggles to keep his last meal from re-appearing. He seems to win the battle, and he shuffles out of the circle, but he still looks more than a little pale. Fortunately nowhere near as bad as last time.
He remains quiet for a bit longer, not willing to risk opening his mouth.
Neferox follows him out of the circle, unwilling to move until he does.
Elthana follows Sam out of the teleportation circle, the effect of the teleportation having not bothered her, but can't stop looking at the small sphere Ginro had thrown to her. It opens, but it is empty and it's purpose completely escapes her. Finally she looks up and smiles, "Greetings Duun."