Elthana's hard state receives a warm smile in response. "Well we'll do this before you guys rest then, fire away! Though I should catch you up on what I know so that we can expedite your explanation nd get to the more important bits eh? Let's see, let's see... Vox is dead, puppeted by some vampire lord turned lich who wants to wage war on this plane for some reason. There's a little under 800,000 vampires and spawn currently occupying her vast and formidable army, and for the past hmm many many many years, this lich has turned the realm against the dragonkin and those who reside on the shattered isle... Ok I'm caught up to the important bits I remember, the floor is yours."
Elthana ignores Sam, but thaws a bit at Ginro's reception. "Good good. At least we don't have to convince you as we did Shenoh. Few main details, Nivara, the lich that holds Vox, is my sister for lack of a better term. She wants to turn the world into undead and rule them all. That is her reason. But yes, while Shenoh is fighting off her little situation, we need to find a way to fight and defeat Nivara. We are trying to amass as many arms as possible and whatever magic or other things we can gain in the meantime. Shenoh suggested coming to see you as you have a knack for magic and other things?"
Muir waits to ask his question for Ginro to answer Elthana. He continues to ignore Sam's quips and rudeness chalking it up to the pendent that turned him undead changing him.
"Resting is a problem, for us", Vin tries to interject. "For us to feel rested it takes four times as long as a native here", he says, wondering if Ginro might have a solution. In the midst of talk of Nivara and vampires his comment may have got lost though.
"hmm, I think we can meet your expectations, but I do want to clarify that the scientific endeavour isn't really about arming people with weapons and powerful artifacts. That said I understand the need for it's use down that particular want when war is looming. As for your rest problem it sounds like you are experiencing chronodissonance syndrome. It has been written about but the texts are old. Likely due to the symptoms not being in prevalence after the realm portals closed. We should likely have someone looking into solutions to problems that came about before the great closing and then we can prepare for solutions to problems that haven't begun resurfacing just yet. As far as getting you all rest we have some potions which can invigorate and extend the period of normal brain function without it lagging off in the late hours of exhaustion. But this is something that aspiring students developed to help them study longer, it does come with rather sharp efficacy curve as using it too much results in a bit of a crash mentally after the effects wear off. Perhaps we could look into some kind of dunamantic solution instead..." The man begins thinking, using his good hand to stroke and twirl the tips of his beard as he can't help but try to figure out the mental gymnastics of effecting the experience of time upon someone's body on a molecular level.
"Whatever you can do would be appreciated", Vin replies, obviously shattered and unable to follow Ginro's trains of thought. Not that he likely would have even if he felt fresh as a daisy. "The thought of having to sit out the next 32 hours when things are so urgent doesn't appeal, but I am not sure I will be of use much longer".
"I would be interested to see the sorts of scientific advancements you have, besides weaponry. You never know what might be useful".
"S'not brain function we caring about,' Sam suggests, waving his current 'potion' around as he makes his point. "Iss capabilities... resources... magics and the likes, yes? We awake and... errr, what's the word... alert! Yeah, awake and alert longer than you all... But 'cause of that we's uses up all our special oomph and can't regain it for that same far longer, yes? Yes! Not brain functions we need... Some of them don't have that in best of times... it's the magicing and the other tricks that get used and not replenished for long, long time..."
Sam perhaps more to sat but gets distracted looking for drink, not realizing he is holding it all the while, so he orders another.
"yes well I did mean to ask... Ahhh if I were to, say, show you all every single invention along with an explanation of it properties and such like for each item we can create or have access to. Erm, well that's going to take a lot longer than 32 hours...
It would help me curate a showcase of items if I knew what specific things you are needing. Your abilities, your skills, and any ideas you might have. You know anyone can swing a blade with a magically honed edge but it takes a certain skill to say properly wield a ring of elemental command... Speaking of I can also identify any items you may have come across, I could do that right now if you like." He adjusts his glasses and gives an excited grin.
Sam snarls at Ginro's words, taking a dislike to him. "I's plenty of bodies behind me shows the lie to anyone being able to swing a blade," he retorts a bit sloppily.
"Still, even I can wear a fancy ring," he adds, raising a finger to the Djinn.
"Oh... umm..." Sam takes a moment to look at his fingers and then carefully uses his other hand to put down the finger he had been giving and then raise, instead, the finger upon which he wears his ring.
"What the hell is it with Djinn?" Sam asks Ömertyr in Giant. "And how did these a-holes come to be leading the place?"
Speaking of rings, though... And identifying items... It does occur to even Drunk Sam that he has some things in his pocketses, so to speak. Digging into his Bag of Holding he pulls out the ring he got from the locker room that had the hidden vampire beds. He looks the ring over and then hands it to Griff. "Canya read this?" Sam asks cusiously, thinking whatever is engraved may be in the bird language. Sam also has a couple stones in there but he knows what they do. Kind of. He does kind of remind himself to send those to Hog eventually though... And then there is the knife. The small bone knife wrapped up in fabric. Sam is pretty sure there is a magical aura about the thing... But eyeing Ginro suspiciously Sam decides he most assuredly is not handing anything over to that guy. Anyone can swing a blade, indeed... Tell that to his missing fricking hand.
" I don't think...." Muir starts to say to Sam but stops abruptly "Perhaps you would like another drink Sam?" Instead offering Sam a drink figuring that he would stop because Muir suggested it. He then produces a dagger "I had forgotten about this until you mentioned identifying items.....Oh and these" Muir pulls a set of rings connected by a chain out as well
As Sam puts the ring in front of Griff, the Aarakocra takes Sam's wrist stopping him from walking away so suddenly, in reaction to the snarl and comment, he quietly says "you are being more than just a maul Sam, even if you are not wanting to be admitting it to yourself."
Sensing tension and Ginro gives a warm chuckle at whatever Sam said in giant and tries to rectify the situation with the group as a whole. (In common) "Now now, I never said it didn't take skill to wield a blade, all I meant is that it's fairly easy to determine which end is the pointy one, yes? But! A Tome? A circlet? An orb? Those take time and arcane understanding to attune oneself to the inner workings of the item, to be able to release it's full potential. I assume you aren't here to get weapons that you could have acquired from any old weapons with or you'd have stayed with shenoh and raided her Armoury, right?
Oooh let me see here..." He wiggles the fingers on his good hand before picking up the dagger Muir produces with the clawed hook of his other.
Meanwhile Griff scrutinises the small text upon the ring that Sam had acquired and looks confused, "Sam this is being a betrothal ring, where are you getting it from?"
Ginro's smile slips for the first time since he entered the room, he regards the dagger and frowns looking to Muir with confusion, and then in a quieter more conspiratorial voice he asks, "where did you acquire such a dagger?" So that the group can still hear him but the rest of the lingering cafeteria patrons cannot.
"someone linked to Nivara... That would explain it. I don't think you'll find use for this weapon. Or, at least I would hope that you find no use for it. This is dagger, of giant slaying..." Ginro states, pale in the face.
Muir nods and thanks Ginro "No, not useful here but I don't know where our travels will bring us." Muir would take the dagger back and put it in his things "What about the rings?"
Sam eyes the drink Muir offers him with suspicion before snorting and turning away back to his own drink. One never knows what a druid may slip into a drink...
"Sure, sure, the pointy end is easy to find,' Sam agrees. "So is the start of a book..." adds dismissively.
Sam is a bit surprised when Griff grabs his wrist and almost instinctually pulls away, but doesn't. It's just Griff, after all. Some doesn't see the bird as much of a threat. "Huh," some says thoughtfully when Griff relays what the inscription reveals. "In the worker break room or whatever back at the factory," Sam replies in answer. "I didn't pay much attention to which exact cubby or anything, specially after finding the secret coffin room connected to it."
Sam's ears perk up when he hears "giant slaying" and he suddenly pays a lot of sober attention to what happens next. He notes that the druid finds nothing wrong with an instrument of death being designed to be specifically effective against a specific race of people. If there had been any group Sam would have thought above and against the concept of Genocide it would have been the druids... But Muir's ready acceptance of the item and apparent eagerness to hold on to it "just in case" is very telling in his view. Sam gives Muir a long, steady stare before turning to Ömertyr and speaking in Giant to him.
Griff nods at Sam's description of where the engagement ring was found and passes it back to the man, unsure of where to take that particular conversation.
Sam mentions something to Ömertyr, just before Muir can take the dagger back. Ömertyr storms over livid at the drop of a hat and starts talking aggressively in giant with the Djiin. Ginro smiles seemingly unaffected by the anger and answers in kind, but it falls on deaf ears. Ömertyr takes the dagger, nudges Sam and then speaks to the group, unfortunately still in giant.
"Ginro if you could translate to Omertyr. He can hold onto it as long as we are here. I understand his anger. However I would like to take it with me back to our realm. We do not know who we will face in other realms and need to protect our own from those threats, which is clearly not any of you here, which is why Omertyr should hold onto it until we leave."
Sam has stayed near Ömertyr's side through this whole exchange is does not look surprised by any of it. As the Giant grabs the dagger before Muir has a chance to put it back in with the rest of his gear, Sam gives an expression that is part grimace, part shrug. Before Ömertyr can even nudge Sam into translating, Sam starts explaining "He's not taking too kindly the whole Giant Slaying bit..."
Once nudged, Sam listens and then does his best to translate as succinctly and properly as possible, still drunk but focused due to the sudden adrenaline surge from the drama.
"Ömertyr states that this weapon does not belong loose in Thaeir. He states it is likely (or possibly, the translation is a bit vague) the weapon that killed Vox Tontritor. He first asked Ginro here to destroy it out of duty and respect. Ginro refused, waving off the request with the excuse that he wouldn't claim someone else's possession," Sam begins, pausing briefly to see if Ginro objects to the translation and description of events...
"With the refusal, Ömertyr believes it falls to him, as the last of his line of Giants, to take and destroy the weapon... He states, and this is his words not mine," Sam notes with his eyes upon Muir in particular, "If anyone has a problem with this then they may take it up with the only full blooded Giant in the room." Sam then gives a vague hand gesture to signal that his translating is done.
"I'll be more than happy to relay any objections or complaints you may have... Or I believe our host Ginro here would be happy to do the honors if you do not trust me with your words."
"less refused, more passed along responsibility..." Ginro mutters shrugging. He takes a moment to listen to Muir, but before translating he sighs, "I will translate but I have to agree with ömertyr and I'm not sure he'll budge on the issue, but you can try. Here goes."
The language of the giants is harsh and grating like stone being moved along a cave wall with many glottal stops and what might be vowels resonating deep within the throat.
Ginro translates and gets about halfway through before Ömertyr interrupts with a single word and stuffs the dagger into a pouch and walks back to the bar.
The situation is tense before the tension is broken by ginro who makes a noise like an excited child at Christmas, "ooh! these are rings of elemental command, specifically air, I remember making these!"
Elthana's hard state receives a warm smile in response. "Well we'll do this before you guys rest then, fire away! Though I should catch you up on what I know so that we can expedite your explanation nd get to the more important bits eh? Let's see, let's see... Vox is dead, puppeted by some vampire lord turned lich who wants to wage war on this plane for some reason. There's a little under 800,000 vampires and spawn currently occupying her vast and formidable army, and for the past hmm many many many years, this lich has turned the realm against the dragonkin and those who reside on the shattered isle... Ok I'm caught up to the important bits I remember, the floor is yours."
Elthana ignores Sam, but thaws a bit at Ginro's reception. "Good good. At least we don't have to convince you as we did Shenoh. Few main details, Nivara, the lich that holds Vox, is my sister for lack of a better term. She wants to turn the world into undead and rule them all. That is her reason. But yes, while Shenoh is fighting off her little situation, we need to find a way to fight and defeat Nivara. We are trying to amass as many arms as possible and whatever magic or other things we can gain in the meantime. Shenoh suggested coming to see you as you have a knack for magic and other things?"
Muir waits to ask his question for Ginro to answer Elthana. He continues to ignore Sam's quips and rudeness chalking it up to the pendent that turned him undead changing him.
"Resting is a problem, for us", Vin tries to interject. "For us to feel rested it takes four times as long as a native here", he says, wondering if Ginro might have a solution. In the midst of talk of Nivara and vampires his comment may have got lost though.
"hmm, I think we can meet your expectations, but I do want to clarify that the scientific endeavour isn't really about arming people with weapons and powerful artifacts. That said I understand the need for it's use down that particular want when war is looming. As for your rest problem it sounds like you are experiencing chronodissonance syndrome. It has been written about but the texts are old. Likely due to the symptoms not being in prevalence after the realm portals closed. We should likely have someone looking into solutions to problems that came about before the great closing and then we can prepare for solutions to problems that haven't begun resurfacing just yet. As far as getting you all rest we have some potions which can invigorate and extend the period of normal brain function without it lagging off in the late hours of exhaustion. But this is something that aspiring students developed to help them study longer, it does come with rather sharp efficacy curve as using it too much results in a bit of a crash mentally after the effects wear off. Perhaps we could look into some kind of dunamantic solution instead..." The man begins thinking, using his good hand to stroke and twirl the tips of his beard as he can't help but try to figure out the mental gymnastics of effecting the experience of time upon someone's body on a molecular level.
"Whatever you can do would be appreciated", Vin replies, obviously shattered and unable to follow Ginro's trains of thought. Not that he likely would have even if he felt fresh as a daisy. "The thought of having to sit out the next 32 hours when things are so urgent doesn't appeal, but I am not sure I will be of use much longer".
"I would be interested to see the sorts of scientific advancements you have, besides weaponry. You never know what might be useful".
"S'not brain function we caring about,' Sam suggests, waving his current 'potion' around as he makes his point. "Iss capabilities... resources... magics and the likes, yes? We awake and... errr, what's the word... alert! Yeah, awake and alert longer than you all... But 'cause of that we's uses up all our special oomph and can't regain it for that same far longer, yes? Yes! Not brain functions we need... Some of them don't have that in best of times... it's the magicing and the other tricks that get used and not replenished for long, long time..."
Sam perhaps more to sat but gets distracted looking for drink, not realizing he is holding it all the while, so he orders another.
"yes well I did mean to ask... Ahhh if I were to, say, show you all every single invention along with an explanation of it properties and such like for each item we can create or have access to. Erm, well that's going to take a lot longer than 32 hours...
It would help me curate a showcase of items if I knew what specific things you are needing. Your abilities, your skills, and any ideas you might have. You know anyone can swing a blade with a magically honed edge but it takes a certain skill to say properly wield a ring of elemental command... Speaking of I can also identify any items you may have come across, I could do that right now if you like." He adjusts his glasses and gives an excited grin.
Sam snarls at Ginro's words, taking a dislike to him. "I's plenty of bodies behind me shows the lie to anyone being able to swing a blade," he retorts a bit sloppily.
"Still, even I can wear a fancy ring," he adds, raising a finger to the Djinn.
"Oh... umm..." Sam takes a moment to look at his fingers and then carefully uses his other hand to put down the finger he had been giving and then raise, instead, the finger upon which he wears his ring.
"What the hell is it with Djinn?" Sam asks Ömertyr in Giant. "And how did these a-holes come to be leading the place?"
Speaking of rings, though... And identifying items... It does occur to even Drunk Sam that he has some things in his pocketses, so to speak. Digging into his Bag of Holding he pulls out the ring he got from the locker room that had the hidden vampire beds. He looks the ring over and then hands it to Griff. "Canya read this?" Sam asks cusiously, thinking whatever is engraved may be in the bird language. Sam also has a couple stones in there but he knows what they do. Kind of. He does kind of remind himself to send those to Hog eventually though... And then there is the knife. The small bone knife wrapped up in fabric. Sam is pretty sure there is a magical aura about the thing... But eyeing Ginro suspiciously Sam decides he most assuredly is not handing anything over to that guy. Anyone can swing a blade, indeed... Tell that to his missing fricking hand.
" I don't think...." Muir starts to say to Sam but stops abruptly "Perhaps you would like another drink Sam?" Instead offering Sam a drink figuring that he would stop because Muir suggested it. He then produces a dagger "I had forgotten about this until you mentioned identifying items.....Oh and these" Muir pulls a set of rings connected by a chain out as well
As Sam puts the ring in front of Griff, the Aarakocra takes Sam's wrist stopping him from walking away so suddenly, in reaction to the snarl and comment, he quietly says "you are being more than just a maul Sam, even if you are not wanting to be admitting it to yourself."
Sensing tension and Ginro gives a warm chuckle at whatever Sam said in giant and tries to rectify the situation with the group as a whole. (In common) "Now now, I never said it didn't take skill to wield a blade, all I meant is that it's fairly easy to determine which end is the pointy one, yes? But! A Tome? A circlet? An orb? Those take time and arcane understanding to attune oneself to the inner workings of the item, to be able to release it's full potential. I assume you aren't here to get weapons that you could have acquired from any old weapons with or you'd have stayed with shenoh and raided her Armoury, right?
Oooh let me see here..." He wiggles the fingers on his good hand before picking up the dagger Muir produces with the clawed hook of his other.
Meanwhile Griff scrutinises the small text upon the ring that Sam had acquired and looks confused, "Sam this is being a betrothal ring, where are you getting it from?"
Ginro's smile slips for the first time since he entered the room, he regards the dagger and frowns looking to Muir with confusion, and then in a quieter more conspiratorial voice he asks, "where did you acquire such a dagger?" So that the group can still hear him but the rest of the lingering cafeteria patrons cannot.
"All of these items were found on the one who unleashed Nivarra's war on your world, Mori."
"someone linked to Nivara... That would explain it. I don't think you'll find use for this weapon. Or, at least I would hope that you find no use for it. This is dagger, of giant slaying..." Ginro states, pale in the face.
Muir nods and thanks Ginro "No, not useful here but I don't know where our travels will bring us." Muir would take the dagger back and put it in his things "What about the rings?"
Sam eyes the drink Muir offers him with suspicion before snorting and turning away back to his own drink. One never knows what a druid may slip into a drink...
"Sure, sure, the pointy end is easy to find,' Sam agrees. "So is the start of a book..." adds dismissively.
Sam is a bit surprised when Griff grabs his wrist and almost instinctually pulls away, but doesn't. It's just Griff, after all. Some doesn't see the bird as much of a threat. "Huh," some says thoughtfully when Griff relays what the inscription reveals. "In the worker break room or whatever back at the factory," Sam replies in answer. "I didn't pay much attention to which exact cubby or anything, specially after finding the secret coffin room connected to it."
Sam's ears perk up when he hears "giant slaying" and he suddenly pays a lot of sober attention to what happens next. He notes that the druid finds nothing wrong with an instrument of death being designed to be specifically effective against a specific race of people. If there had been any group Sam would have thought above and against the concept of Genocide it would have been the druids... But Muir's ready acceptance of the item and apparent eagerness to hold on to it "just in case" is very telling in his view. Sam gives Muir a long, steady stare before turning to Ömertyr and speaking in Giant to him.
Griff nods at Sam's description of where the engagement ring was found and passes it back to the man, unsure of where to take that particular conversation.
Sam mentions something to Ömertyr, just before Muir can take the dagger back. Ömertyr storms over livid at the drop of a hat and starts talking aggressively in giant with the Djiin. Ginro smiles seemingly unaffected by the anger and answers in kind, but it falls on deaf ears. Ömertyr takes the dagger, nudges Sam and then speaks to the group, unfortunately still in giant.
"Ginro if you could translate to Omertyr. He can hold onto it as long as we are here. I understand his anger. However I would like to take it with me back to our realm. We do not know who we will face in other realms and need to protect our own from those threats, which is clearly not any of you here, which is why Omertyr should hold onto it until we leave."
Sam has stayed near Ömertyr's side through this whole exchange is does not look surprised by any of it. As the Giant grabs the dagger before Muir has a chance to put it back in with the rest of his gear, Sam gives an expression that is part grimace, part shrug. Before Ömertyr can even nudge Sam into translating, Sam starts explaining "He's not taking too kindly the whole Giant Slaying bit..."
Once nudged, Sam listens and then does his best to translate as succinctly and properly as possible, still drunk but focused due to the sudden adrenaline surge from the drama.
"Ömertyr states that this weapon does not belong loose in Thaeir. He states it is likely (or possibly, the translation is a bit vague) the weapon that killed Vox Tontritor. He first asked Ginro here to destroy it out of duty and respect. Ginro refused, waving off the request with the excuse that he wouldn't claim someone else's possession," Sam begins, pausing briefly to see if Ginro objects to the translation and description of events...
"With the refusal, Ömertyr believes it falls to him, as the last of his line of Giants, to take and destroy the weapon... He states, and this is his words not mine," Sam notes with his eyes upon Muir in particular, "If anyone has a problem with this then they may take it up with the only full blooded Giant in the room." Sam then gives a vague hand gesture to signal that his translating is done.
"I'll be more than happy to relay any objections or complaints you may have... Or I believe our host Ginro here would be happy to do the honors if you do not trust me with your words."
"less refused, more passed along responsibility..." Ginro mutters shrugging. He takes a moment to listen to Muir, but before translating he sighs, "I will translate but I have to agree with ömertyr and I'm not sure he'll budge on the issue, but you can try. Here goes."
The language of the giants is harsh and grating like stone being moved along a cave wall with many glottal stops and what might be vowels resonating deep within the throat.
Ginro translates and gets about halfway through before Ömertyr interrupts with a single word and stuffs the dagger into a pouch and walks back to the bar.
The situation is tense before the tension is broken by ginro who makes a noise like an excited child at Christmas, "ooh! these are rings of elemental command, specifically air, I remember making these!"