Molly arches an eyebrow and lets the silence draw out while she considers her next words. "I don't help. I hunt. When I try to help, people get hurt."
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Dagur looks surprised but after an ankward moment of silence he adds "Well... you and your people I meant. Having one of the Chosen away from their influence could prove... useful"
"Excuse me, what?" Kyne interrupts, blinking in surprise and shaking his head to make sure that he heard Dagur clearly. "Old Lornack is one of the Chosen?"
"No no no... That girl you are supposed to go and help getting out of that continent? I am worried, you forgetting a damsel in distress.. perhaps giving you the wine wasn't a good idea after all..."
Chanterelle flits back to the group and impatiently taps her foot. "This is all very well, but, if I may, what are they trying to do now? Since I'm supposed to be helping." Then she breaks into a smile. "We're going on a journey, aren't we? Like leaves in the wind." She rustles her wings.
"So we are to rescue Old Lornack, who is not one of the Chosen, from Sarlona, as quickly as possible? We are not to concern ourselves with the goings on of this island?"
"So we are to rescue Old Lornack, who is not one of the Chosen, from Sarlona, as quickly as possible? We are not to concern ourselves with the goings on of this island?"
Molly frowns and cocks her head."Nope - somehow Dagur knows about Miiri and Shiaali too. How do you know about that, Dagur?"
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"why... I was listening of course"says Dagur as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I doubt Old Lomack needs any rescue. She is quete well where she is. Just try not to attract the Chosen attention to her. Didn't you noticed the change of attitude of the Ambassador Kryythakul when you mentioned it? He was willing to raise the ban on elves to Riedra just to have you closer and could learn more of her. Be extra careful, we need Old Lomarck's help but she will not show herself if the agents of the Chose are on your tail. " advises Dagur.
"Be extra careful..." Molly intones, gazing steadily at Kyne. "For you, that's extra extra extra extra... extra."
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"They'll eat you if you get too close. They're simple and leave us be, so we leave them be. But they eat everything they can hunt." Chanterelle tilts her head. "Including the occasional sailboat. You cannot blame the animal for hunting, they are wild."
"Come along, Leaf!" Molly calls out to Chanterelle with a grin.
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Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Chanterelle leans over to her fairly friend. "I like that one. Must be the leader, clearly." She follows the party to the ship, shouldering her acorn club.
Dworic, unsure about all this Chosen one talk and still a little tipsy from the wine tries his best to follow the conversation now that his newly made friends are conscious again. He looks at Kyne as he begins to walk back towards the ship,"Sae we're gonnae ben a tribe ay wild halflings tae kidnap a "non-chosen" auld crain while avoidin' these "chosen" characters sae 'at we can question 'er abit thes bloke 'at nae a body remembers? hae Ah got 'at reit?" ("So we're going through a tribe of wild halflings to kidnap a "non-chosen" old crone while avoiding these "chosen" characters so that we can question her about this guy that no one remembers? Have I got that right?") (Scottish Accent)
Kyne grins. It was a lot to take in and between the fairy wine and the unexpected turn with the dragon flowers, Dworic seemed to have missed a small detail.
"The halflings are here on the island. We're going to leave them behind us and head on to Sarlona in search of Old Lornack."
"And to try to extract one of the Chosen to re-unite her with her love. Hopefully the powers in Khorvaire offers them sanctuary in exchange of information about the isolianist Sarlona. And remember that elves are forbidden there, and they do not look well to spies... so... try to be careful please, I do not know what's going on there but I would rather not have to plan and execute a prison break..."adds Dagur while taking a sip of his wine.
"oh.. That sounds dangerous "says the gnome..
Dagur shrugs "It is but nothing compared with that we have ahead of us I am afraid... now.. drink! "he says offering his wine to Moltaris " Your ship wouldn't be ready until tomorrow and there has been a day full of excitement... not all days one discover that he is part of the Dragon Prophecy, right Hurosk? "
Dworic nods in understanding at Kynes respones,"Ah. Reit." ("Ah. Right.") He looks back at Dagur,"Weel, Ah guess if we arenae leavin' noo, i'll try some ay 'at bucky tay." ("Well, I guess if we aren't leaving now, I'll try some of that wine too.")
Dagur shrugs "It is but nothing compared with that we have ahead of us I am afraid... now.. drink! "he says offering his wine to Moltaris " Your ship wouldn't be ready until tomorrow and there has been a day full of excitement... not all days one discover that he is part of the Dragon Prophecy, right Hurosk? "
"Why not?" Moltaris accepts the offering from Dagur and swallows a mouthful. "Now it's a party."
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The satyr holds out his horn of wine to the dwarf,"I'll gie thes a try "("I'll give this a try") the cautious dwarf first takes a sip,"Stoatin Morrikan's beard. that's guid bucky."("Great Morrikan's beard. That's good wine.") The dwarf then grabs the horn with both hands and begins to chug the wine down, streams of the red liquid rolling down the sides of his mouth. As the horn empties he wipes his mouth with his sleeve and holds out the horn to anyone else wanting more.
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Molly arches an eyebrow and lets the silence draw out while she considers her next words. "I don't help. I hunt. When I try to help, people get hurt."
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Dagur looks surprised but after an ankward moment of silence he adds "Well... you and your people I meant. Having one of the Chosen away from their influence could prove... useful"
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"Excuse me, what?" Kyne interrupts, blinking in surprise and shaking his head to make sure that he heard Dagur clearly. "Old Lornack is one of the Chosen?"
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Dagur chokes with his wine.
"No no no... That girl you are supposed to go and help getting out of that continent? I am worried, you forgetting a damsel in distress.. perhaps giving you the wine wasn't a good idea after all..."
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Chanterelle flits back to the group and impatiently taps her foot. "This is all very well, but, if I may, what are they trying to do now? Since I'm supposed to be helping." Then she breaks into a smile. "We're going on a journey, aren't we? Like leaves in the wind." She rustles her wings.
Kyne groans and rubs his forehead once more.
"So we are to rescue Old Lornack, who is not one of the Chosen, from Sarlona, as quickly as possible? We are not to concern ourselves with the goings on of this island?"
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Molly frowns and cocks her head. "Nope - somehow Dagur knows about Miiri and Shiaali too. How do you know about that, Dagur?"
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
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"why... I was listening of course" says Dagur as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I doubt Old Lomack needs any rescue. She is quete well where she is. Just try not to attract the Chosen attention to her. Didn't you noticed the change of attitude of the Ambassador Kryythakul when you mentioned it? He was willing to raise the ban on elves to Riedra just to have you closer and could learn more of her. Be extra careful, we need Old Lomarck's help but she will not show herself if the agents of the Chose are on your tail. " advises Dagur.
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"Be extra careful..." Molly intones, gazing steadily at Kyne. "For you, that's extra extra extra extra... extra."
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Kyne nods slowly in understanding.
"...and you're positive that these halflings are harmless?"
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"They'll eat you if you get too close. They're simple and leave us be, so we leave them be. But they eat everything they can hunt." Chanterelle tilts her head. "Including the occasional sailboat. You cannot blame the animal for hunting, they are wild."
Kyne shrugs.
"Well, if there's nothing to be concerned about here, then let's return to the ship."
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"Come along, Leaf!" Molly calls out to Chanterelle with a grin.
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
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Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Chanterelle leans over to her fairly friend. "I like that one. Must be the leader, clearly." She follows the party to the ship, shouldering her acorn club.
Dworic, unsure about all this Chosen one talk and still a little tipsy from the wine tries his best to follow the conversation now that his newly made friends are conscious again. He looks at Kyne as he begins to walk back towards the ship, "Sae we're gonnae ben a tribe ay wild halflings tae kidnap a "non-chosen" auld crain while avoidin' these "chosen" characters sae 'at we can question 'er abit thes bloke 'at nae a body remembers? hae Ah got 'at reit?" ("So we're going through a tribe of wild halflings to kidnap a "non-chosen" old crone while avoiding these "chosen" characters so that we can question her about this guy that no one remembers? Have I got that right?") (Scottish Accent)
Kyne grins. It was a lot to take in and between the fairy wine and the unexpected turn with the dragon flowers, Dworic seemed to have missed a small detail.
"The halflings are here on the island. We're going to leave them behind us and head on to Sarlona in search of Old Lornack."
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"And to try to extract one of the Chosen to re-unite her with her love. Hopefully the powers in Khorvaire offers them sanctuary in exchange of information about the isolianist Sarlona. And remember that elves are forbidden there, and they do not look well to spies... so... try to be careful please, I do not know what's going on there but I would rather not have to plan and execute a prison break..." adds Dagur while taking a sip of his wine.
"oh.. That sounds dangerous " says the gnome..
Dagur shrugs "It is but nothing compared with that we have ahead of us I am afraid... now.. drink! " he says offering his wine to Moltaris " Your ship wouldn't be ready until tomorrow and there has been a day full of excitement... not all days one discover that he is part of the Dragon Prophecy, right Hurosk? "
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Dworic nods in understanding at Kynes respones, "Ah. Reit." ("Ah. Right.") He looks back at Dagur, "Weel, Ah guess if we arenae leavin' noo, i'll try some ay 'at bucky tay." ("Well, I guess if we aren't leaving now, I'll try some of that wine too.")
"Why not?" Moltaris accepts the offering from Dagur and swallows a mouthful. "Now it's a party."
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The satyr holds out his horn of wine to the dwarf, "I'll gie thes a try " ("I'll give this a try") the cautious dwarf first takes a sip, "Stoatin Morrikan's beard. that's guid bucky." ("Great Morrikan's beard. That's good wine.") The dwarf then grabs the horn with both hands and begins to chug the wine down, streams of the red liquid rolling down the sides of his mouth. As the horn empties he wipes his mouth with his sleeve and holds out the horn to anyone else wanting more.