Vinghov standing taller than Sam looks down his nose a little at Vin, trying to size him up and take in what exactly is on the table here, "I have the well-being of this plane at heart, perhaps you can impart your information to me."
(Whoever answers, roll a persuasion along with the post)
"Would an Aarokocra farmer want their neighbour to deliver a warning to their Hafgufa about a Chimera on the loose? Or would they rather hear it themself?", Vin replies with a smile on his face, after noticing how Vinghov looks down his nose at him.
"My name is Vinghov. I have been informed, you speak trade language. Outsiders from another plane here to offer help to Thaeir. A curious story, What would possess you all to come here, in your own words" Vinghov asks whilst Griff keeps quiet. Those with higher insights would recognise a kind of test against whatever it is that Griff had already said.
"Yes we do. We've come to speak to your boss, Shenoh. She helped us in our travels in your plane, as have many others here, and on those travels we have come across information that we are sure would be of interest to her. Of interest to all who have the well being of this plane at heart", he says, trying to be honest but vague. Not sure how much to trust this Vinghov, and how much Griff had said beyond understanding that he mentioned Vox Tontritor.
Sam is about to answer Vinghov but Vin speaks up just a hair of a moment before he can. Sam is happy to not have to answer and particularly doesn't want to interrupt Vin since he has been so touchy lately... But Sam is feeling a bit petulant himself after having been so unfairly scolded by Elthana and cannot help himself from adding, muttered and in Orcish, "We came to save our city but got caught up in your problems..."
When Vinghov tries to get all up in Vin's face Sam starts forward to interpose himself between the two but stops himself after a half step. He'd like to take the weirdly winged half and half down a few pegs but Vin chose to put himself in front so to Sam that means Vin needs to play this out...
Vinghov chuckles, seeming to not be able to restrain himself as vin slings barely veiled insults. "Chimera we can handle, young one. If it is farmers you are looking for to warn, then perhaps take your aarakocra there back to Akiin with you. You think you have a warning of dire consequence but don't forget why you are here, for assistance from an isle with some might. Yes?
However, I am impressed by the tenacity shown, there's a forked tongue behind that youthful visage, so I'll entertain this for now, you're lucky you ran into me and not Mori or Sol...
Though the only thing lending credence to your claims, aside from the tenacity, is the presence of your escort here." He gestures vaguely over to Ömertyr instead of Griff, further greeting the giantkind.
"I should introduce myself properly, I am one of three advisors to shenoh, the djiin of this isle and wielder of the shenoan armies, sword of Vox Tontritor.
What are your names, both individually and as a group?"
Muir shakes his head after listening to Vin bluster and blunder through that exchange. He steps forward and answers "I am Muir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"I'll speak in your 'trade' words since you are incapable of understanding my own words despite having invited me to speak in them..." Sam says with a bit of a snarl, switching to the common tongue. "We aren't here to ask for help but to offer you much needed assistance. Evil forces are building an undead army right under your nose and you and yours have apparently been too ignorant to notice. We're here to try to wake you up to the threat and lend some aid... But if you are eager to continue rotting from within we can be on our way and help people who do want to live..."
"Glad we almost but not quite understand each other, Vinghov", Vin replies after Sam has finished his mini rant. "My name is Vin and the irritable one is Sam. He is a blunt speaker. He doesn't quite get the nuance of subtlety, so just ends up being insulting. He was speaking the truth though, about the situation at least. I'll reserve judgement regarding the rest", he adds motioning at Sam but keeping eyes on Vinghov.
Sam grunts and narrows his eyes but otherwise waits to see what happens next. Dottie, on his shoulder, is animated and visibly annoyed, chittering incomprehensibly.
Elthana stands there a bit stunned by the exchange so far and the name Mori makes her ears pop, but she stays silent. As he asks for names, she gives a little bow, "The name is Ira, nice to meet you." She walks over to Sam and puts her hand on his forearm, hoping to settle him down a bit. They didn't need to start a fight with these people, they need help against Nivara.
Vinghov casts a watchful eye over the group as the majority introduce themselves, though he remains practical and relatively unemotional in his response "Muir, Ira, a pleasure, thank you. Vin I know we aren't understanding eachother, you seem to assume that you are getting an audience with shenoh without telling me exactly about this undead army danger first, I'm afraid you'll have to tolerate telling the hafgufa... And Sam, my apologies for your misunderstanding, I'll certainly try to use more understandable words with you from now on, hmm? Now, let's discuss this somewhere more personable. Muir, will those Roc's behave without your assistance?"
Sam turns his head to the side and spits after Vinghov's words. "You can tell your Shenoh that your snooty attitude is why your world died. I'm done here," Sam says. He looks to Elthana and gives her a bit of a sad smile, a shrug, then he turns around and walks back to the pack. He will not cowtow and beg to help people when, according to Muir, his own world is burning.
Vin sighs, "You are going to make me spell it out, aren't you Vinghov. In this scenario you are the hafgufa".
"Look, this isn't going the way either of us want. You want to maintain an air of authority by limiting those who get an audience with Shenoh. We have information for her ears only. So it seems we are at an impasse. As Sam said, that is mostly unfortunate for the people of Thaeir, yourself and Shenoh included. So how about you let Shenoh decide whether she wants to know the truth?", he suggests calmly.
Gewyn bitterly enjoys watching Sam fumble through the exchange, but decides enough is enough. Donning his rubbery hafgufa hat, he steps up beside Vin and says, "Actually it looks like I am the hafgufa here right now. Let's try putting it this way. We are a group of delegates, though our presence here is of our own intiative. My name is Gewyn, and I will willingly submit to any questioning process you may have for me. However, our information is sensitive both in terms of time and in terms of listening ears."
He holds up a hand respectfully to allay the incoming response that that is not enough information to warrant an audience. Then he nothreateningly holds up a vial of Mornlyf. "Our intelligence came about by way of our attempts to be of service handling the kobold population and delivering their bodies. Does this suffice to get us to the next round of feeling out each other's boundaries and requirements?"
Vinghov pays no mind as Sam turns and walks away, Ömertyr follows for a moment and speaks to the half-orc handing over a summoned orb for Sam as he returns to the pack Ömertyr then returns with dottie at his heels who merely stands cocking her head at whoever continues speaking.
"I quite understood the underhanded insult young vin, which is why I told you to settle talking to me, as one of three advisors, I do have shenoh's ear" Vinghov begins but stops to listen to Gewyn, "hmmm, an ounce of decorum, colour me surprised... let me piece this together, undead army, vox tontritor in trouble, the whole of thaeir at risk and the delivery of the kobold bodies..." as the puzzle pieces start to slot together, a lightbulb goes off in Vinghovs mind and his eyes narrow on gewyn, "I beleive I'll take you directly to the core, you will meet shenoh and discuss, as long as you have proof of what you are claiming and know that you will not be alone in there, if there is a threat to Thaeir then all advisors will need to be summoned, if you are wasting our time you will find yourselves detained."
With a nod to the guards surrounding you all, weapons are sheahed once more and a more relaxed air falls upon everyone, two large crystal doors are opened to the side of the landing platform and the Rocs, with muir's help are guided within to be stabled for the time being. The pack stays where it is, all guards ubsure how theyd even lift the damn thing.
The majority of the group, aswell as Ömertyr and Dottie follow aong with Vinghov as he leads you to the center tunnel of the spire, simply inverting his gravity and clopping down into the spherical isle within, Neferox and Sam stay behind.
"So tell me, you are from another plane, The material or further away?" Vinghov asks generally as he leads
"We are from the material plane. Some of us have learned manners and decorum while others well you've dealt with them." Muir snorts and shoots a glance at Vin. Muir is thankful Gewyn spoke up even if somewhat cryptically.
Vin sees Muir glance in his direction and makes sure the Loxodon sees him shake his head in disappointment at that attitude towards his own group member.
"You are a military society, that much we know. Often strength of will is encouraged by military societies, or so I have read. Blurting out what we know simply because you asked nicely or drew your weapons might not endear us to you, or gain your respect. Perhaps you understood me more than I realised though, and I became a little too blunt, like I accused Sam of", he says to Vinghov.
"I have also read, and experience has taught me, that a soldier needs to be able to trust their comrades to have their back. Something not all of us who travelled from the material plane have learned it seems", he adds sending his own glance back towards Muir.
"If it helps, I am glad we have come to an accord", he adds with a slight nod towards Vinghov.
Muir snorts again "Yes Vin showing might and and strength is important but so is wisdom of situations. Hopefully one day you will learn that piece in conducting oneself and not just brutish behavior. Perhaps pay a bit more attention to the other 3 members of this group and not only Sam."
Vin can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of what Muir says, talking about reading situations and showing wisdom whilst openly having this conversation in front of Vinghov.
"Perhaps we should have this discussion later in private, Muir. We don't want to make our host uncomfortable", he says, purposely trying to make Muir look like the child in the room.
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Vinghov standing taller than Sam looks down his nose a little at Vin, trying to size him up and take in what exactly is on the table here, "I have the well-being of this plane at heart, perhaps you can impart your information to me."
(Whoever answers, roll a persuasion along with the post)
"Would an Aarokocra farmer want their neighbour to deliver a warning to their Hafgufa about a Chimera on the loose? Or would they rather hear it themself?", Vin replies with a smile on his face, after noticing how Vinghov looks down his nose at him.
Sam is about to answer Vinghov but Vin speaks up just a hair of a moment before he can. Sam is happy to not have to answer and particularly doesn't want to interrupt Vin since he has been so touchy lately... But Sam is feeling a bit petulant himself after having been so unfairly scolded by Elthana and cannot help himself from adding, muttered and in Orcish, "We came to save our city but got caught up in your problems..."
When Vinghov tries to get all up in Vin's face Sam starts forward to interpose himself between the two but stops himself after a half step. He'd like to take the weirdly winged half and half down a few pegs but Vin chose to put himself in front so to Sam that means Vin needs to play this out...
Vinghov chuckles, seeming to not be able to restrain himself as vin slings barely veiled insults. "Chimera we can handle, young one. If it is farmers you are looking for to warn, then perhaps take your aarakocra there back to Akiin with you. You think you have a warning of dire consequence but don't forget why you are here, for assistance from an isle with some might. Yes?
However, I am impressed by the tenacity shown, there's a forked tongue behind that youthful visage, so I'll entertain this for now, you're lucky you ran into me and not Mori or Sol...
Though the only thing lending credence to your claims, aside from the tenacity, is the presence of your escort here." He gestures vaguely over to Ömertyr instead of Griff, further greeting the giantkind.
"I should introduce myself properly, I am one of three advisors to shenoh, the djiin of this isle and wielder of the shenoan armies, sword of Vox Tontritor.
What are your names, both individually and as a group?"
Muir shakes his head after listening to Vin bluster and blunder through that exchange. He steps forward and answers "I am Muir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"I'll speak in your 'trade' words since you are incapable of understanding my own words despite having invited me to speak in them..." Sam says with a bit of a snarl, switching to the common tongue. "We aren't here to ask for help but to offer you much needed assistance. Evil forces are building an undead army right under your nose and you and yours have apparently been too ignorant to notice. We're here to try to wake you up to the threat and lend some aid... But if you are eager to continue rotting from within we can be on our way and help people who do want to live..."
Muir shakes his head and wonders if this was the tact they were going to take why they didn’t just hand Elthana over…..
"Glad we almost but not quite understand each other, Vinghov", Vin replies after Sam has finished his mini rant. "My name is Vin and the irritable one is Sam. He is a blunt speaker. He doesn't quite get the nuance of subtlety, so just ends up being insulting. He was speaking the truth though, about the situation at least. I'll reserve judgement regarding the rest", he adds motioning at Sam but keeping eyes on Vinghov.
Sam grunts and narrows his eyes but otherwise waits to see what happens next. Dottie, on his shoulder, is animated and visibly annoyed, chittering incomprehensibly.
Elthana stands there a bit stunned by the exchange so far and the name Mori makes her ears pop, but she stays silent. As he asks for names, she gives a little bow, "The name is Ira, nice to meet you." She walks over to Sam and puts her hand on his forearm, hoping to settle him down a bit. They didn't need to start a fight with these people, they need help against Nivara.
Vinghov casts a watchful eye over the group as the majority introduce themselves, though he remains practical and relatively unemotional in his response "Muir, Ira, a pleasure, thank you. Vin I know we aren't understanding eachother, you seem to assume that you are getting an audience with shenoh without telling me exactly about this undead army danger first, I'm afraid you'll have to tolerate telling the hafgufa... And Sam, my apologies for your misunderstanding, I'll certainly try to use more understandable words with you from now on, hmm? Now, let's discuss this somewhere more personable. Muir, will those Roc's behave without your assistance?"
Sam turns his head to the side and spits after Vinghov's words. "You can tell your Shenoh that your snooty attitude is why your world died. I'm done here," Sam says. He looks to Elthana and gives her a bit of a sad smile, a shrug, then he turns around and walks back to the pack. He will not cowtow and beg to help people when, according to Muir, his own world is burning.
Vin sighs, "You are going to make me spell it out, aren't you Vinghov. In this scenario you are the hafgufa".
"Look, this isn't going the way either of us want. You want to maintain an air of authority by limiting those who get an audience with Shenoh. We have information for her ears only. So it seems we are at an impasse. As Sam said, that is mostly unfortunate for the people of Thaeir, yourself and Shenoh included. So how about you let Shenoh decide whether she wants to know the truth?", he suggests calmly.
Muir shakes his head and takes a step or two back the Rocs who seem to have more sense than his companions
Gewyn bitterly enjoys watching Sam fumble through the exchange, but decides enough is enough. Donning his rubbery hafgufa hat, he steps up beside Vin and says, "Actually it looks like I am the hafgufa here right now. Let's try putting it this way. We are a group of delegates, though our presence here is of our own intiative. My name is Gewyn, and I will willingly submit to any questioning process you may have for me. However, our information is sensitive both in terms of time and in terms of listening ears."
He holds up a hand respectfully to allay the incoming response that that is not enough information to warrant an audience. Then he nothreateningly holds up a vial of Mornlyf. "Our intelligence came about by way of our attempts to be of service handling the kobold population and delivering their bodies. Does this suffice to get us to the next round of feeling out each other's boundaries and requirements?"
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Vinghov pays no mind as Sam turns and walks away, Ömertyr follows for a moment and speaks to the half-orc handing over a summoned orb for Sam as he returns to the pack Ömertyr then returns with dottie at his heels who merely stands cocking her head at whoever continues speaking.
"I quite understood the underhanded insult young vin, which is why I told you to settle talking to me, as one of three advisors, I do have shenoh's ear" Vinghov begins but stops to listen to Gewyn, "hmmm, an ounce of decorum, colour me surprised... let me piece this together, undead army, vox tontritor in trouble, the whole of thaeir at risk and the delivery of the kobold bodies..." as the puzzle pieces start to slot together, a lightbulb goes off in Vinghovs mind and his eyes narrow on gewyn, "I beleive I'll take you directly to the core, you will meet shenoh and discuss, as long as you have proof of what you are claiming and know that you will not be alone in there, if there is a threat to Thaeir then all advisors will need to be summoned, if you are wasting our time you will find yourselves detained."
With a nod to the guards surrounding you all, weapons are sheahed once more and a more relaxed air falls upon everyone, two large crystal doors are opened to the side of the landing platform and the Rocs, with muir's help are guided within to be stabled for the time being. The pack stays where it is, all guards ubsure how theyd even lift the damn thing.
The majority of the group, aswell as Ömertyr and Dottie follow aong with Vinghov as he leads you to the center tunnel of the spire, simply inverting his gravity and clopping down into the spherical isle within, Neferox and Sam stay behind.
"So tell me, you are from another plane, The material or further away?" Vinghov asks generally as he leads
"We are from the material plane. Some of us have learned manners and decorum while others well you've dealt with them." Muir snorts and shoots a glance at Vin. Muir is thankful Gewyn spoke up even if somewhat cryptically.
Vin sees Muir glance in his direction and makes sure the Loxodon sees him shake his head in disappointment at that attitude towards his own group member.
"You are a military society, that much we know. Often strength of will is encouraged by military societies, or so I have read. Blurting out what we know simply because you asked nicely or drew your weapons might not endear us to you, or gain your respect. Perhaps you understood me more than I realised though, and I became a little too blunt, like I accused Sam of", he says to Vinghov.
"I have also read, and experience has taught me, that a soldier needs to be able to trust their comrades to have their back. Something not all of us who travelled from the material plane have learned it seems", he adds sending his own glance back towards Muir.
"If it helps, I am glad we have come to an accord", he adds with a slight nod towards Vinghov.
Muir snorts again "Yes Vin showing might and and strength is important but so is wisdom of situations. Hopefully one day you will learn that piece in conducting oneself and not just brutish behavior. Perhaps pay a bit more attention to the other 3 members of this group and not only Sam."
Vin can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of what Muir says, talking about reading situations and showing wisdom whilst openly having this conversation in front of Vinghov.
"Perhaps we should have this discussion later in private, Muir. We don't want to make our host uncomfortable", he says, purposely trying to make Muir look like the child in the room.