"Don't know enough to say. It could be racial. It could be geographical. It could just be economical... It all sucks and is wrong, but at the moment not really our battle."
"It's more religious than anything else..." Cordo begins, in answer to Sam and Vin's discussion. "My ancestors and my race, as well as the kobolds, we all worshipped Lumithor at some point, I suppose those who never left still do... we held that dragon in such high regard for guarding the gate to the shadowfell where nectyran is imprisoned... We don't know why Lumithor was killed by Vox Tontritor a few thousand years ago, his own damned mother, but he betrayed no trust we know that... and his teachings about the dangers of necromancy and the the dangers of nectyran pervade in this plane still to this day. It is Taboo!" He glances once more to Muir but doesn't let the insinuated accusation reach his expression "But after Lumithor's murder... Something changed, he was branded a betrayer and those who worshipped him began to be hated. Now years and years later, an irreversible injustice has been done.
That's why I wanted to know your intentions, I watched you fight. If your purpose is to go to the broken isles and slaughter those there without mercy, at the behest of the Djiin... Well. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I didn't at least try to stop you. To talk to you..." He sighs looking around at the group in each of your faces trying to gain some insight to your plans or intentions.
“As Muir said, we came here to find a load stone to save our city,” Sam answers. “No more, no less. The djinn pointed us to our destination but we do not work for him. If we tripped over a load stone here we could buy we’d do it and feck off back home asap. We’ve no agenda but saving our own…” Sam looks around to the others to see if they have anything to add but otherwise he’s explained everything he thinks is relevant.
Muir looks at Sam in a why didn't we mention that sooner look "Sam is on to something...perhaps we can skip all of this and just get our hands on a lodestone. Perhaps you know people on the island who would be willing to help us. We can offer them tangible things such as food or healing of their sick or livestocks. If we can skip the politics as Sam says we can get home faster and save our world. Can you help us?"
"I don't know anything about a lodestone, but I could point you in the right direction to find your way to the broken isles. Helping you directly would give us trouble for our business. Like I said we're nomads we work off of reputation, it's all we have. But once we've reached gojiin you guys should try to find the old healing center" Cordo stands, still looking worried. "Hey uhh, don't let the guard kill any kobolds if you can help it, good luck" Cordo begins moving off to the small sectioned off area of the cabin to climb into his own hammock and get some rest.
Griff returns moments later and gives you all the news that the journey will only be taking another 30 hours, "I am not knowing why Gale is choosing to be so rude, perhaps it is just being way that he is." He adds as he attempts to explain that which Cordo had already explained about reputation
Vin looks to Sam and Muir and asks, "Is lodestone what they call it here? Or is that just our word for it? I seem to remember it is something to do with a...dragon?".
He tries his best to focus on that information, but Griff then returns to the room and he loses the memory entirely with the distraction.
"Is that all he wanted, to update us on our arrival time? I have to say, I am glad there is time to rest a little before the journey is over", he says to Griff as he settles back into the hammock.
"Is mostly what he was wanting to say, also that False-brood Chimera fight was terrible unluck for us, they are being more aggressive than normal Chimera which are not being too much of troubles." Griff states for the groups benefit bit more or less just answering vin's questions. He takes a seat and has a think.
"Well this land doesn't agree with me much, no offense Griff. I am still tired even after all that sleeping. I hope we can do this quickly and get back to a city that's not destroyed. I fear that we will need to investigate the other portals opening as well and see what damage has been caused or who has come through......" Muir rubs his head and yawns as he speaks his mind
"So he wasn't looking to thank us for saving his ship, his crew and his life then?" Sam asks as he absently pulls out a warm, fuzzy ball from his rust colored bag and tosses it to his left. "I'm sure his inability to safeguard his passengers will be great for his reputation... Though I'm sure reputation doesn't mean much to ship captains." Sam reaches in and grabs the last warm, fuzzy ball from his bag and tosses it to his right.
"Whatever. I'm still tired and apparently our good captain has got things under control... For a change..." As the balls of fur grow and stretch and growl and baa they transform into the forms of Órga (lion) and Molly (giant goat) as Sam himself crawls back into his hammock.
Before Cordo leaves, Elthana pipes up, "This lodestone, it was a bone of Lumithor. Anyway you can help direct us as to where to go to acquire another? We are definitely not going to the Broken Isles just to wreak havoc or to reduce the number of kobolds or anything like that. This war that exists on this plane is not ours. We just are appreciating the help from Akiin to stop our home from being crushed. Any help in this endeavor... we'd really appreciate it."
In answer to Elthana and before he returns to his bed, Cordo speaks, "you seek to desecrate a martyr? you are right this is not your war, but if you do this you may make things worse... I shouldn't help you, but your reasons are sound, it's your home or mine and I can't make that choice... We'll take you to your destination as agreed but you'll have to figure out where to go from there by yourself. I want no part in this." He leaves to his bunk making it apparent that he will not speak on the subject further.
Later on after Griff has returned and reported, just before some decide to sleep, he pulls out several bottles and hands them out to you all, speaking quietly and conspiratorially as to not have Cordo overhear "We are likely being having to fight with kobolds on Gojiin, and Akiin gave me these for you all. I will be speaking to any of Gojiin's guard when we arrive and getting us some help. This is Mornlyf, the death chill. Take a bottle and force a kolbold to ingest it, either through their mouths or get it into their blood. It will be killing them without mortally wounding their bodies. It is the request if the great Vox Tontritor, and it is being upheld by the Djiin, there is great wealth to be had if you deliver bodies to the Djiin, ones that have been taken by Mornlyf. Are you understanding?"
"No. I am not understanding," Sam admits from his hammock.
"You all think the kobolds are the enemy. It's your world, your war, whatever. But... Killing them without mortally wounding them? What's the point of that? Why you want living kobold bodies with no real living inside? Is this some kinky sex thing, cause I'm not one to kink shame but that doesn't mean I want to be involved..."
Griff turns to give Cordo a side eye making sure the dragonborn isn't overheating Sam, he continues quietly "it is being up to you, but you could be paid for your fights here, is good. It is being the will of Vox Tontritor, I am not knowing why it is this way, but I am not one to be questioning the will of our god. She is not your god. So it is being your choice... But these kobolds want the release of nectyran, the revival of their betrayer god lumithor, this am I knowing."
Vin listens to Griff's instructions and can't help but equate it to his recent experience, and the fact that the soul, memory and body are separated on death and collected by various aspects of the Raven Queen.
"That is a grim task", he speaks up. "Collecting corpses like trophies, to be sold. And if the body is unharmed, how are we to be sure they are dead? No, I don't like this at all. I mean, what do people on this plane believe happens after death anyway?".
"Yeah, I'm just really lost on this one," Sam says as he casually uncaps his bottle and giving it a sniff. "Sounds kind of like making people into meat puppets. How is this a good thing?" He sticks his pinkie finger into the bottle and gets the tip wet and brings it up to his mouth...
Elthana takes the bottle from Griff before knowing what it is, and after Griff tells them what it does, she stares down at it, rigid as ice. After a bit she realizes she is holding her breath and has to voluntarily start breathing again. Once the reason behind using it finally sinks in, she shakes her head.
"We are not here to make money or to collect bodies for anyone. We have a mission and that and only that is what we are here for." She hands the bottle back to Griff. She then sees Sam about taste it, "SAM!! What do you think you're doing??"
And if he doesn't react and stop right away, she'll take it from him.
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"Don't know enough to say. It could be racial. It could be geographical. It could just be economical... It all sucks and is wrong, but at the moment not really our battle."
"It's more religious than anything else..." Cordo begins, in answer to Sam and Vin's discussion. "My ancestors and my race, as well as the kobolds, we all worshipped Lumithor at some point, I suppose those who never left still do... we held that dragon in such high regard for guarding the gate to the shadowfell where nectyran is imprisoned... We don't know why Lumithor was killed by Vox Tontritor a few thousand years ago, his own damned mother, but he betrayed no trust we know that... and his teachings about the dangers of necromancy and the the dangers of nectyran pervade in this plane still to this day. It is Taboo!" He glances once more to Muir but doesn't let the insinuated accusation reach his expression "But after Lumithor's murder... Something changed, he was branded a betrayer and those who worshipped him began to be hated. Now years and years later, an irreversible injustice has been done.
That's why I wanted to know your intentions, I watched you fight. If your purpose is to go to the broken isles and slaughter those there without mercy, at the behest of the Djiin... Well. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I didn't at least try to stop you. To talk to you..." He sighs looking around at the group in each of your faces trying to gain some insight to your plans or intentions.
“As Muir said, we came here to find a load stone to save our city,” Sam answers. “No more, no less. The djinn pointed us to our destination but we do not work for him. If we tripped over a load stone here we could buy we’d do it and feck off back home asap. We’ve no agenda but saving our own…” Sam looks around to the others to see if they have anything to add but otherwise he’s explained everything he thinks is relevant.
Muir looks at Sam in a why didn't we mention that sooner look "Sam is on to something...perhaps we can skip all of this and just get our hands on a lodestone. Perhaps you know people on the island who would be willing to help us. We can offer them tangible things such as food or healing of their sick or livestocks. If we can skip the politics as Sam says we can get home faster and save our world. Can you help us?"
"I don't know anything about a lodestone, but I could point you in the right direction to find your way to the broken isles. Helping you directly would give us trouble for our business. Like I said we're nomads we work off of reputation, it's all we have. But once we've reached gojiin you guys should try to find the old healing center" Cordo stands, still looking worried. "Hey uhh, don't let the guard kill any kobolds if you can help it, good luck" Cordo begins moving off to the small sectioned off area of the cabin to climb into his own hammock and get some rest.
Griff returns moments later and gives you all the news that the journey will only be taking another 30 hours, "I am not knowing why Gale is choosing to be so rude, perhaps it is just being way that he is." He adds as he attempts to explain that which Cordo had already explained about reputation
Vin looks to Sam and Muir and asks, "Is lodestone what they call it here? Or is that just our word for it? I seem to remember it is something to do with a...dragon?".
He tries his best to focus on that information, but Griff then returns to the room and he loses the memory entirely with the distraction.
"Is that all he wanted, to update us on our arrival time? I have to say, I am glad there is time to rest a little before the journey is over", he says to Griff as he settles back into the hammock.
"Is mostly what he was wanting to say, also that False-brood Chimera fight was terrible unluck for us, they are being more aggressive than normal Chimera which are not being too much of troubles." Griff states for the groups benefit bit more or less just answering vin's questions. He takes a seat and has a think.
"Well this land doesn't agree with me much, no offense Griff. I am still tired even after all that sleeping. I hope we can do this quickly and get back to a city that's not destroyed. I fear that we will need to investigate the other portals opening as well and see what damage has been caused or who has come through......" Muir rubs his head and yawns as he speaks his mind
"So he wasn't looking to thank us for saving his ship, his crew and his life then?" Sam asks as he absently pulls out a warm, fuzzy ball from his rust colored bag and tosses it to his left. "I'm sure his inability to safeguard his passengers will be great for his reputation... Though I'm sure reputation doesn't mean much to ship captains." Sam reaches in and grabs the last warm, fuzzy ball from his bag and tosses it to his right.
"Whatever. I'm still tired and apparently our good captain has got things under control... For a change..." As the balls of fur grow and stretch and growl and baa they transform into the forms of Órga (lion) and Molly (giant goat) as Sam himself crawls back into his hammock.
Vin leans over the side of his hammock and watches the lion and goat appear.
"Those things are house trained, right Sam?", he asks with a grin. "Maybe crack a window".
As he leans back and starts to drift off to sleep, he suddenly says, "Dragon bone, that's what it is"
Before Cordo leaves, Elthana pipes up, "This lodestone, it was a bone of Lumithor. Anyway you can help direct us as to where to go to acquire another? We are definitely not going to the Broken Isles just to wreak havoc or to reduce the number of kobolds or anything like that. This war that exists on this plane is not ours. We just are appreciating the help from Akiin to stop our home from being crushed. Any help in this endeavor... we'd really appreciate it."
"At least as well as Neferox," Sam answers with a grin.
Nef's ears twitch as she hears her name mentioned, and then she snorts derisively.
A moment later a laugh suddenly bursts from Vin, forcing him to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself.
Muir rolls his eyes at the demon as he lays down to go to sleep one last time before they land
In answer to Elthana and before he returns to his bed, Cordo speaks, "you seek to desecrate a martyr? you are right this is not your war, but if you do this you may make things worse... I shouldn't help you, but your reasons are sound, it's your home or mine and I can't make that choice... We'll take you to your destination as agreed but you'll have to figure out where to go from there by yourself. I want no part in this." He leaves to his bunk making it apparent that he will not speak on the subject further.
Later on after Griff has returned and reported, just before some decide to sleep, he pulls out several bottles and hands them out to you all, speaking quietly and conspiratorially as to not have Cordo overhear "We are likely being having to fight with kobolds on Gojiin, and Akiin gave me these for you all. I will be speaking to any of Gojiin's guard when we arrive and getting us some help. This is Mornlyf, the death chill. Take a bottle and force a kolbold to ingest it, either through their mouths or get it into their blood. It will be killing them without mortally wounding their bodies. It is the request if the great Vox Tontritor, and it is being upheld by the Djiin, there is great wealth to be had if you deliver bodies to the Djiin, ones that have been taken by Mornlyf. Are you understanding?"
"No. I am not understanding," Sam admits from his hammock.
"You all think the kobolds are the enemy. It's your world, your war, whatever. But... Killing them without mortally wounding them? What's the point of that? Why you want living kobold bodies with no real living inside? Is this some kinky sex thing, cause I'm not one to kink shame but that doesn't mean I want to be involved..."
Griff turns to give Cordo a side eye making sure the dragonborn isn't overheating Sam, he continues quietly "it is being up to you, but you could be paid for your fights here, is good. It is being the will of Vox Tontritor, I am not knowing why it is this way, but I am not one to be questioning the will of our god. She is not your god. So it is being your choice... But these kobolds want the release of nectyran, the revival of their betrayer god lumithor, this am I knowing."
Vin listens to Griff's instructions and can't help but equate it to his recent experience, and the fact that the soul, memory and body are separated on death and collected by various aspects of the Raven Queen.
"That is a grim task", he speaks up. "Collecting corpses like trophies, to be sold. And if the body is unharmed, how are we to be sure they are dead? No, I don't like this at all. I mean, what do people on this plane believe happens after death anyway?".
"Yeah, I'm just really lost on this one," Sam says as he casually uncaps his bottle and giving it a sniff. "Sounds kind of like making people into meat puppets. How is this a good thing?" He sticks his pinkie finger into the bottle and gets the tip wet and brings it up to his mouth...
Elthana takes the bottle from Griff before knowing what it is, and after Griff tells them what it does, she stares down at it, rigid as ice. After a bit she realizes she is holding her breath and has to voluntarily start breathing again. Once the reason behind using it finally sinks in, she shakes her head.
"We are not here to make money or to collect bodies for anyone. We have a mission and that and only that is what we are here for." She hands the bottle back to Griff. She then sees Sam about taste it, "SAM!! What do you think you're doing??"
And if he doesn't react and stop right away, she'll take it from him.