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Ura, upon seeing the campsite, would try to break off to the side and hide herself among the trees, if there were any, at least until she knew if the camp they were approaching was hostile or not. (Of course she wouldn't try this foolishness if there was no cover at all to be had.)
The trees ran around the edge of the clearing that wasn’t against the path itself. Size and shape wise, the clearing was circular and roughly 60 feet across From any direction. Ura’s exact intention may have been unknown at the time, but she successfully slunk into the shade of the trees, becoming one with the shadows that ran along the tree line of the forest itself.
It wasn’t even until after Ura made her exit, that Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey responded to Uthal. He hadn’t been his normal cheery self, since the crossing, but the confusion never escaped him. He looked at the rest of the silent party, before looking back to Uthal. “Oh, I am candle maker?”
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Ura takes her time circling the encampment from the treeline, silently studying the people there, trying to judge who they are, what they're doing, and whether or not they'd try kill the rest of her remaining friends if they approached.
Looking around once more to ensure that he was the one to which Uthal was speaking. "You expect that I know all your hobbies then? Very well, candle refuser. I can't see them well enough, but I doubt I know them." The old man turns and shifts his weight on his walking staff, as he steps off the trail.
Heading into the clearing, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey walks to part of the clearing, not taken up by the already present party. The clearing is primarily a small overgrown grassy field with the occasional large stone placed randomly about. Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey sits down upon such a stone, some 25 feet from the other camp, and begins massaging his bare feet.
Ura successfully moves behind the trees, out of sight, but in ensuring such stealth, the coverage between her and the clearing limited her visibility and at times lost sight of the other camp.
Having lost sight of Ura and seeing that Dah’Deey approached the other camp with little trouble, Anaearis decided to walk up to the clearing. If there were people in the camp, the elf would attempt to make contact but remain on his guard all the same.
There was no noteworthy movement, from the other camp, as Dah’Deey and Anearis entered the clearing, but once Uthal started setting up camp, two short figures approached. The figures were dwarves, both with dirty dark brown hair and beards, wearing the same still common clothing and studded leather armors, though in slightly different shades of brown.
They both had hand axes hanging from their belts, but seemed to be ones of utility, rather than weaponry. One carried a metal tankard in his hand. As they neared Uthal, they spoke, though to each other, but projecting enough to be intentionally overheard.
”Would you look at the size of this bastard, Nack.” “He’s f—-‘n the size of us and another stacked on top, Nik.” “I bet the bastard could swallow me whole. Hey, Nack. You think he already ate? Want to make sure they’ll be enough game left in the forest for when we get hungry.” The other, holding his tankard, spat his drink on himself as he burst out laughing.
The two continued forward, looking at Uthal as if he were an attraction at some carnival, or a museum exhibit. “Oy, look at the size of his feet, Nik. Sole’s the size of my face!” The two began circling around Uthal, looking him up and down.
The one not holding the tankard, poked at Uthal, almost in disbelief, if the goliath was even real. “That’s a damn big whacker. Can I have a look?” For the first time rather than talking to each other, the dwarf was looking up at Uthal, while pointing to Uthal’s hammer.
Uthal doesn't acknowledge the dwarves as they come even going so far as to ignore the poke. When the dwarf goes to touch the hammer though he looks up at him. "Put a hand on it and you'll feel what it's like to have your head meet your ass."
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Seeing the others approaching the camp and not being attacked on sight, Ura sighs. "Well, so far so good." Coming out of the underbrush as gracefully as she can manage, she approaches Dah'Deey first, making sure to keep her nose away from the vicinity of his extended feet. "Why don't we go meet these people together? They didn't attack us with pointy objects on first sight, so you might be able to sell them candles." She turns and watches the dwarves, just in time to see one poke Uthal. "Maybe. They don't seem too bright."
Moving along, she gets closer to Uthal. Catching the tail end of the conversation and his obvious irritation, she blinks and hides her hands behind her back. "Irrasafaro na'nno..."she whispers. When the mage hand appears, it's invisible, and Ura wastes no time in having it sift through the pocket of one of the dwarves while they're distracted with harassing the goliath.
“Oh ho ho, Nack. Gotta mouth on him too.” The dwarf jumped back, and put up his fists, smiling and circling them. This dwarf was slightly better kept, from a grooming standpoint. His beard was trimmed and maintained, and his smile visible beneath it. He emitted a laugh that had his voice not been so gruff and low, one could other wise consider a ‘giggle’. It was obvious though, by his demeanor that brandishing his fists was not an act of aggression.
”It’s because you always expect something without go in’ something in return, Nik.” The other dwarf walked right up to Uthal, and held up his tankard. It was still half filled. “Thirsty, big’in? The rest is yours if I can hold it. And this point, I just want ta do it, so I can say I did it, and my brother can’t.” This dwarf was a bit more ‘mangy’ for lack of a better word. His hair and beard messy, overgrown and uncombed. It seemed to just take up his face, though as he looked up at Uthal, the raise of his cheeks indicated there was likely a smile underneath it all.
Uthal just waves him away. "I do not partake, and I am not here for your bragging rights. The hammer is mine and it shall remain so. Now if you would kindly go away I need to perform a proper prayer for the soul who fell off that mountain."
No matter what the dwarves say Uthal begins to collect wood from the forest and build a roaring bonfire. After that's done he sits in front of it and begins a prayer. "Selune, Maiden of the Moon, I ask that you help guide the spirit of the paladin back to his home in the fire. We shall miss his fire on the journey ahead but I know his gods called him back for a reason. Guide his light through the darkness until it gets to where it is needed."
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Anearis tries to divert the dwarves' attention off of Uthal before he attempts to murder them, and moves closer to speak with the dwarves. "Salutations. I see you are travelers as well", he says to greet them. "Please, forgive my tall friend. We all had a terrible day and need some rest."
The dwarves hoped back into a position standing right beside each other and watched Uthal. They resumed speaking loudly, but to each other as they observed Uthal go about his business, even as he was praying.
"Rather short, Nik. Refused my drink, assumed it to be alcohol." The well-groomed dwarf, Nik, gasped, though there was a good chance it was not sincere. "You don't say, Nack. Why? Because we're dwarfs, we only fill our mugs with ale? That's racist, it is!" This time, the unkempt dwarf with the tankard, Nack, gasped. "No! You don't say, Nik. That's down right racist." "Maybe he just can't consume ANYTHING while in mourning, Nack. He is praying, maybe he's a religious type." "Fell in the mountains, he said, Nik. He is a giant though." "You're right Nack. Giants aren't known for smarts." "Is that racist then, Nik?" "Not if he does lack brains. Why else would they come through the mountains? The woods were a much easier walk." "Or the nice long road down south. But there are bandits on the road." "Like mum." "Like mum. And not like mum, cause she's a highwayman-" "Highwaywoman." "You're right, Nik. Highwaywoman." "Hey giant, why'd you all come through the mountains?" Nik finally addressed Uthal, while Nack polished off the remains of his tankard, even though aware that he was paying little or no attention to the pair.
As Anearis approached, to catch their attention, only one of them seemed to notice, just bothered to acknowledge. "Maybe he knows, Nik. The giant says you came over the mountains. Why would you do such a thing?"
The dwarfs stand there, one staring at Uthal, while the other at Anearis, both awaiting a response.
Uthal stays silent until he finishes his prayer. "I care not for your race little ones. I have learned that it is dangerous to take drink from anyone other than yourself in the 'polite' society of the southern kingdoms. I shall keep to my own skin. And though you say I am the one without brains you keep insulting a, giant, as you call me. This seems unwise for ones long term health. No, talk to my friends and leave me alone." He moves off to the other side of the fire and continues his prayers.
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Anearis sat down on a nearby rock before answering the dwarf’s question. "We went through the mountain at the suggestion of our elderly companion here." He points at Dah'Deey. "We believed it would save us time as we are trying to move quickly. And from what you are saying, it also seems to have less bandit trouble."
Thinking about the day’s event, his mind obviously goes to Kel, their recently departed companion. Anearis’ expression goes sorrowful as he tells the dwarf of their journey. "In hindsight, it may not have been as dangerous if we had."
To this point, none of the other members of the established camp had moved from their own fire. The two dwarfs however, did enough moving and speaking for the lot of them, and continued to do so.
When Anearis spoke to one of them and pointed towards Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey, he saw that the old man was no longer sitting on the stone, but now laying down, propped against it and seemingly asleep.
“Hear that, Nack. Giant, is racist. Said he doesn’t care for ‘our race’.” The dwarf who had been addressing Uthal now turned to face Anearis, as well. “I heard that, Nik. Maybe he’s just a heightist. Doesn’t like us on account of our size.” “Maybe it’s because of the region, says he doesn’t trust anyone in the South.” “But we’re nowhere near the south, Nik.” “So he’s bad at geography, which brings me back to the earlier point, maybe he’s not that bright.” “Listen to the elf though. Said they thought the tougher trail would be the quickest path. Took the wrinkly snoozing one’s guidance.” “Quickest where?” “I don’t know, they haven’t told us.” “Hey elf, where you all going in such a hurry?”
Uthal looks up from his prayers once again. "Perhaps it is you who are racist dwarf? You clearly do not know anything about goliath culture. We only give respect to those who have proven they can contribute to the survival of the tribe. So far all you two have done is turn a possible friend into a possible enemy by annoying him, this does not contribute. Show worth and you will be given respect."
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One of the dwarfs, the one who had been addressed as Nik, peeked around Anearis, at Uthal where he sat. "Thought he said to leave 'em alone and talk to his friends, Nack." The other dwarf, who had been addressed as Nack then also peered around Anearis's other side. "That he did, Nik. Neither cared for us nor had time for us." "But as we try to do just that, feels the need to interrupt and be disrespectful." "So true, Nik. That's why I say we continue our conversation with the elf then." Both dwarfs then straighten up and continue looking up at at Anearis, while still speaking with each other.
"Since when does not knowin’ mean we're racist?" "Back on what the bigg'in said?" At this, Nik then attempts to stand taller and puff out his chest, speaking in a tone that may be an attempt at imitating Uthal. "I must pray. I have no time for your questions. I only 'ave time to say what is I want to say. Show you're worth to the tribe." Both dwarfs then begin to laugh, slapping each others backs as they do so. "What f---n tribe?" "Well Nack, I think if we are to be in their group, we must find a giant tribe and show our usefulness. Maybe wit our smaller hands we can pick the fleas off them. Or maybe we can show how to satisfy a woman." With the last line, Nack was rolling on the ground hysterical with laughter. Nik though soon gained his composure, wiping a tear away from his eye, before finally addressing Anearis again. "Sorry friend. But to what we was said before. Where you all going?"
Ura, upon seeing the campsite, would try to break off to the side and hide herself among the trees, if there were any, at least until she knew if the camp they were approaching was hostile or not. (Of course she wouldn't try this foolishness if there was no cover at all to be had.)
Stealth: 26
The trees ran around the edge of the clearing that wasn’t against the path itself. Size and shape wise, the clearing was circular and roughly 60 feet across From any direction. Ura’s exact intention may have been unknown at the time, but she successfully slunk into the shade of the trees, becoming one with the shadows that ran along the tree line of the forest itself.
It wasn’t even until after Ura made her exit, that Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey responded to Uthal. He hadn’t been his normal cheery self, since the crossing, but the confusion never escaped him. He looked at the rest of the silent party, before looking back to Uthal. “Oh, I am candle maker?”
Ura takes her time circling the encampment from the treeline, silently studying the people there, trying to judge who they are, what they're doing, and whether or not they'd try kill the rest of her remaining friends if they approached.
Perception: 7
Anearis tries to keep an eye on Ura. If she gets caught into trouble, he would be able to intervene and help her out.
Uthal gives him an annoyed look. "You are the only one here who makes candles so yes, you are the candlemaker. So, do you know them?"
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Looking around once more to ensure that he was the one to which Uthal was speaking. "You expect that I know all your hobbies then? Very well, candle refuser. I can't see them well enough, but I doubt I know them." The old man turns and shifts his weight on his walking staff, as he steps off the trail.
Heading into the clearing, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey walks to part of the clearing, not taken up by the already present party. The clearing is primarily a small overgrown grassy field with the occasional large stone placed randomly about. Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey sits down upon such a stone, some 25 feet from the other camp, and begins massaging his bare feet.
Ura successfully moves behind the trees, out of sight, but in ensuring such stealth, the coverage between her and the clearing limited her visibility and at times lost sight of the other camp.
Having lost sight of Ura and seeing that Dah’Deey approached the other camp with little trouble, Anaearis decided to walk up to the clearing. If there were people in the camp, the elf would attempt to make contact but remain on his guard all the same.
Uthal lumbers into the clearing and begins setting up a small camp for the night.
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There was no noteworthy movement, from the other camp, as Dah’Deey and Anearis entered the clearing, but once Uthal started setting up camp, two short figures approached. The figures were dwarves, both with dirty dark brown hair and beards, wearing the same still common clothing and studded leather armors, though in slightly different shades of brown.
They both had hand axes hanging from their belts, but seemed to be ones of utility, rather than weaponry. One carried a metal tankard in his hand. As they neared Uthal, they spoke, though to each other, but projecting enough to be intentionally overheard.
”Would you look at the size of this bastard, Nack.” “He’s f—-‘n the size of us and another stacked on top, Nik.” “I bet the bastard could swallow me whole. Hey, Nack. You think he already ate? Want to make sure they’ll be enough game left in the forest for when we get hungry.” The other, holding his tankard, spat his drink on himself as he burst out laughing.
The two continued forward, looking at Uthal as if he were an attraction at some carnival, or a museum exhibit. “Oy, look at the size of his feet, Nik. Sole’s the size of my face!” The two began circling around Uthal, looking him up and down.
The one not holding the tankard, poked at Uthal, almost in disbelief, if the goliath was even real. “That’s a damn big whacker. Can I have a look?” For the first time rather than talking to each other, the dwarf was looking up at Uthal, while pointing to Uthal’s hammer.
Uthal doesn't acknowledge the dwarves as they come even going so far as to ignore the poke. When the dwarf goes to touch the hammer though he looks up at him. "Put a hand on it and you'll feel what it's like to have your head meet your ass."
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Seeing the others approaching the camp and not being attacked on sight, Ura sighs. "Well, so far so good." Coming out of the underbrush as gracefully as she can manage, she approaches Dah'Deey first, making sure to keep her nose away from the vicinity of his extended feet. "Why don't we go meet these people together? They didn't attack us with pointy objects on first sight, so you might be able to sell them candles." She turns and watches the dwarves, just in time to see one poke Uthal. "Maybe. They don't seem too bright."
Moving along, she gets closer to Uthal. Catching the tail end of the conversation and his obvious irritation, she blinks and hides her hands behind her back. "Irrasafaro na'nno..." she whispers. When the mage hand appears, it's invisible, and Ura wastes no time in having it sift through the pocket of one of the dwarves while they're distracted with harassing the goliath.
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“Oh ho ho, Nack. Gotta mouth on him too.” The dwarf jumped back, and put up his fists, smiling and circling them. This dwarf was slightly better kept, from a grooming standpoint. His beard was trimmed and maintained, and his smile visible beneath it. He emitted a laugh that had his voice not been so gruff and low, one could other wise consider a ‘giggle’. It was obvious though, by his demeanor that brandishing his fists was not an act of aggression.
”It’s because you always expect something without go in’ something in return, Nik.” The other dwarf walked right up to Uthal, and held up his tankard. It was still half filled. “Thirsty, big’in? The rest is yours if I can hold it. And this point, I just want ta do it, so I can say I did it, and my brother can’t.” This dwarf was a bit more ‘mangy’ for lack of a better word. His hair and beard messy, overgrown and uncombed. It seemed to just take up his face, though as he looked up at Uthal, the raise of his cheeks indicated there was likely a smile underneath it all.
Uthal just waves him away. "I do not partake, and I am not here for your bragging rights. The hammer is mine and it shall remain so. Now if you would kindly go away I need to perform a proper prayer for the soul who fell off that mountain."
No matter what the dwarves say Uthal begins to collect wood from the forest and build a roaring bonfire. After that's done he sits in front of it and begins a prayer. "Selune, Maiden of the Moon, I ask that you help guide the spirit of the paladin back to his home in the fire. We shall miss his fire on the journey ahead but I know his gods called him back for a reason. Guide his light through the darkness until it gets to where it is needed."
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Anearis tries to divert the dwarves' attention off of Uthal before he attempts to murder them, and moves closer to speak with the dwarves. "Salutations. I see you are travelers as well", he says to greet them. "Please, forgive my tall friend. We all had a terrible day and need some rest."
The dwarves hoped back into a position standing right beside each other and watched Uthal. They resumed speaking loudly, but to each other as they observed Uthal go about his business, even as he was praying.
"Rather short, Nik. Refused my drink, assumed it to be alcohol." The well-groomed dwarf, Nik, gasped, though there was a good chance it was not sincere. "You don't say, Nack. Why? Because we're dwarfs, we only fill our mugs with ale? That's racist, it is!" This time, the unkempt dwarf with the tankard, Nack, gasped. "No! You don't say, Nik. That's down right racist." "Maybe he just can't consume ANYTHING while in mourning, Nack. He is praying, maybe he's a religious type." "Fell in the mountains, he said, Nik. He is a giant though." "You're right Nack. Giants aren't known for smarts." "Is that racist then, Nik?" "Not if he does lack brains. Why else would they come through the mountains? The woods were a much easier walk." "Or the nice long road down south. But there are bandits on the road." "Like mum." "Like mum. And not like mum, cause she's a highwayman-" "Highwaywoman." "You're right, Nik. Highwaywoman." "Hey giant, why'd you all come through the mountains?" Nik finally addressed Uthal, while Nack polished off the remains of his tankard, even though aware that he was paying little or no attention to the pair.
As Anearis approached, to catch their attention, only one of them seemed to notice, just bothered to acknowledge. "Maybe he knows, Nik. The giant says you came over the mountains. Why would you do such a thing?"
The dwarfs stand there, one staring at Uthal, while the other at Anearis, both awaiting a response.
Uthal stays silent until he finishes his prayer. "I care not for your race little ones. I have learned that it is dangerous to take drink from anyone other than yourself in the 'polite' society of the southern kingdoms. I shall keep to my own skin. And though you say I am the one without brains you keep insulting a, giant, as you call me. This seems unwise for ones long term health. No, talk to my friends and leave me alone." He moves off to the other side of the fire and continues his prayers.
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Anearis sat down on a nearby rock before answering the dwarf’s question. "We went through the mountain at the suggestion of our elderly companion here." He points at Dah'Deey. "We believed it would save us time as we are trying to move quickly. And from what you are saying, it also seems to have less bandit trouble."
Thinking about the day’s event, his mind obviously goes to Kel, their recently departed companion. Anearis’ expression goes sorrowful as he tells the dwarf of their journey. "In hindsight, it may not have been as dangerous if we had."
To this point, none of the other members of the established camp had moved from their own fire. The two dwarfs however, did enough moving and speaking for the lot of them, and continued to do so.
When Anearis spoke to one of them and pointed towards Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey, he saw that the old man was no longer sitting on the stone, but now laying down, propped against it and seemingly asleep.
“Hear that, Nack. Giant, is racist. Said he doesn’t care for ‘our race’.” The dwarf who had been addressing Uthal now turned to face Anearis, as well. “I heard that, Nik. Maybe he’s just a heightist. Doesn’t like us on account of our size.” “Maybe it’s because of the region, says he doesn’t trust anyone in the South.” “But we’re nowhere near the south, Nik.” “So he’s bad at geography, which brings me back to the earlier point, maybe he’s not that bright.” “Listen to the elf though. Said they thought the tougher trail would be the quickest path. Took the wrinkly snoozing one’s guidance.” “Quickest where?” “I don’t know, they haven’t told us.” “Hey elf, where you all going in such a hurry?”
Uthal looks up from his prayers once again. "Perhaps it is you who are racist dwarf? You clearly do not know anything about goliath culture. We only give respect to those who have proven they can contribute to the survival of the tribe. So far all you two have done is turn a possible friend into a possible enemy by annoying him, this does not contribute. Show worth and you will be given respect."
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One of the dwarfs, the one who had been addressed as Nik, peeked around Anearis, at Uthal where he sat. "Thought he said to leave 'em alone and talk to his friends, Nack." The other dwarf, who had been addressed as Nack then also peered around Anearis's other side. "That he did, Nik. Neither cared for us nor had time for us." "But as we try to do just that, feels the need to interrupt and be disrespectful." "So true, Nik. That's why I say we continue our conversation with the elf then." Both dwarfs then straighten up and continue looking up at at Anearis, while still speaking with each other.
"Since when does not knowin’ mean we're racist?" "Back on what the bigg'in said?" At this, Nik then attempts to stand taller and puff out his chest, speaking in a tone that may be an attempt at imitating Uthal. "I must pray. I have no time for your questions. I only 'ave time to say what is I want to say. Show you're worth to the tribe." Both dwarfs then begin to laugh, slapping each others backs as they do so. "What f---n tribe?" "Well Nack, I think if we are to be in their group, we must find a giant tribe and show our usefulness. Maybe wit our smaller hands we can pick the fleas off them. Or maybe we can show how to satisfy a woman." With the last line, Nack was rolling on the ground hysterical with laughter. Nik though soon gained his composure, wiping a tear away from his eye, before finally addressing Anearis again. "Sorry friend. But to what we was said before. Where you all going?"