"the others, their curse affects them, we must help" the lantern bearers say overlapping once more in their chorus to Deniz, the dragon winged man looks confused, "sorry did it greet you all in the wrong language" he says switching to sylvan.
At the slew of questions the dragon winged man seems happy to respond, switching back to common for the sake of everyone whether mesmerised or not. "Uhh the protector is the one who took on the burden of looking after us, making sure we didn't... Hmmm i don't remember, memory fuzzy, he is nice, a lizard folk Druid who lives in the hut further north. What was his name... Hmmm.
Oh! Chernomoi i know this one! That's me! I am a chernomoi, or was that my name, no no, I definitely am one. Wait what was my name?...
These creatures are Pathlighters, we all came from the fey realm together, oh! I remembered something! We were thrown out of the fey realm the chernomoi, that's me, and the others the ... Quick and dark... The... The little ones what- oh hang on, it's right on the tip of my tongue, umm dill, no... queen, uhhh quick... Ling's! Yes quicklings and the others are the darklings!, both are -lings" chernomoi holds his head once more, physical pain linked to him remembering things is evident.
Kulloda starts to feel anger and frustration building inside of him. He was going to have to swing his sword soon but before that he bellows at full volume again.
”Lights on. No help. Kulloda take others and leave.” Kulloda says. “Lights off. Help.”
Kulloda finds himself willing to help just because that might mean getting to work off the anger that has been building since encountering these creatures.
Deniz is also struggling to get anything intelligible out of the confused chernomoi, but two things seem to make sense. Turning to Kulloda he says:
Perhaps their lights are keeping the darklings at bay(he glances around into the trees that still move with dark figures, which as yet have not attacked).
Then turning back to the chernomoi and the lantern-bearers, he requests: Lead us northwards, to the protector's hut, and we will help him.
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"wait!" The chernomoi shouts, bending over to pick up the wooden bowl from the floor, "really I need some milk, or some baked foods? Any offerings? the druid hasn't been back, I think his familiar brought me something... Something, but I feel it wearing off... I feel the curse creeping in again" there is fervorous urgency in his eyes which seem to be getting redder and redder by the second.
Anachain continues to be fascinated by the lanterns and unable to do much beyond stare at them in fascination. Myrth, however, upon hearing the request for an offering, checks his pockets for any milk or baked goods he may be carrying. The invisible familiar immediately recalls that he is naked and has no pockets, however, so the checking is a quick process. Feeling like they have to do something though, Myrth flies over to one of them there lantern bearers and gives them a bit of an examination - Specifically the lanterns. Myrth flutters close to these damn lanterns and tries to determine if there is a way to put them out? Does it look like the flame could be blown out or otherwise extinguished??
Very well, but you'll have to collect it yourself. Bring your bowl closer and give me a moment.
He says this with a tone that sounds about as unbothered as you’d expect from someone raised in a reclusive, nature-loving, kombucha-slurping, essential-oil-sniffing, sage-smoking, vegan, home-schooled, inbred elven enclave — a community of half-dressed, barefoot folk for whom milking one another is just another daily chore.
A moment later, after some brain-bending anatomical gymnastics, Deniz the elf has been replaced with Daizy the milk-cow, her udder plump with warm, creamy milk...
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Kulloda catches Deniz's transformation this time so is aware that the elf was not eaten by a cow.
But then he bursts out laughing.
"Elf want wing man drink from udder," Kulloda roars.
But he's spent his time in the temple and knows devotees make all sorts of offerings. He fishes in his pack for a moment and tosses the chernomoi a piece of jerky. "From real cow. Offering. Good offering. Eat then turn off lanterns."
Kulloda glares at Grimrin and lets a low rumbling growl roll in this throat.
"Stay that way," Kulloda says.
He then looks over at the lantern carriers.
"Want help?" Kulloda says. "Put out light."
"the others, their curse affects them, we must help" the lantern bearers say overlapping once more in their chorus to Deniz, the dragon winged man looks confused, "sorry did it greet you all in the wrong language" he says switching to sylvan.
At the slew of questions the dragon winged man seems happy to respond, switching back to common for the sake of everyone whether mesmerised or not. "Uhh the protector is the one who took on the burden of looking after us, making sure we didn't... Hmmm i don't remember, memory fuzzy, he is nice, a lizard folk Druid who lives in the hut further north. What was his name... Hmmm.
Oh! Chernomoi i know this one! That's me! I am a chernomoi, or was that my name, no no, I definitely am one. Wait what was my name?...
These creatures are Pathlighters, we all came from the fey realm together, oh! I remembered something! We were thrown out of the fey realm the chernomoi, that's me, and the others the ... Quick and dark... The... The little ones what- oh hang on, it's right on the tip of my tongue, umm dill, no... queen, uhhh quick... Ling's! Yes quicklings and the others are the darklings!, both are -lings" chernomoi holds his head once more, physical pain linked to him remembering things is evident.
Kulloda starts to feel anger and frustration building inside of him. He was going to have to swing his sword soon but before that he bellows at full volume again.
”Lights on. No help. Kulloda take others and leave.” Kulloda says. “Lights off. Help.”
Kulloda finds himself willing to help just because that might mean getting to work off the anger that has been building since encountering these creatures.
Deniz is also struggling to get anything intelligible out of the confused chernomoi, but two things seem to make sense. Turning to Kulloda he says:
Perhaps their lights are keeping the darklings at bay (he glances around into the trees that still move with dark figures, which as yet have not attacked).
Then turning back to the chernomoi and the lantern-bearers, he requests: Lead us northwards, to the protector's hut, and we will help him.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"wait!" The chernomoi shouts, bending over to pick up the wooden bowl from the floor, "really I need some milk, or some baked foods? Any offerings? the druid hasn't been back, I think his familiar brought me something... Something, but I feel it wearing off... I feel the curse creeping in again" there is fervorous urgency in his eyes which seem to be getting redder and redder by the second.
Anachain continues to be fascinated by the lanterns and unable to do much beyond stare at them in fascination. Myrth, however, upon hearing the request for an offering, checks his pockets for any milk or baked goods he may be carrying. The invisible familiar immediately recalls that he is naked and has no pockets, however, so the checking is a quick process. Feeling like they have to do something though, Myrth flies over to one of them there lantern bearers and gives them a bit of an examination - Specifically the lanterns. Myrth flutters close to these damn lanterns and tries to determine if there is a way to put them out? Does it look like the flame could be blown out or otherwise extinguished??
Deniz turns calmly to the chernomoi and says:
Very well, but you'll have to collect it yourself. Bring your bowl closer and give me a moment.
He says this with a tone that sounds about as unbothered as you’d expect from someone raised in a reclusive, nature-loving, kombucha-slurping, essential-oil-sniffing, sage-smoking, vegan, home-schooled, inbred elven enclave — a community of half-dressed, barefoot folk for whom milking one another is just another daily chore.
A moment later, after some brain-bending anatomical gymnastics, Deniz the elf has been replaced with Daizy the milk-cow, her udder plump with warm, creamy milk...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Kulloda catches Deniz's transformation this time so is aware that the elf was not eaten by a cow.
But then he bursts out laughing.
"Elf want wing man drink from udder," Kulloda roars.
But he's spent his time in the temple and knows devotees make all sorts of offerings. He fishes in his pack for a moment and tosses the chernomoi a piece of jerky. "From real cow. Offering. Good offering. Eat then turn off lanterns."