The elf gestures dismissively at the threat. "Relax; I'm actually unarmed," he assures them. "So you're loyal to King Grol. Is there any information about the Black Spider you could tell us? We would make it worth your while."
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Aster will try to patch up Sildars most life threatening wounds. He will then quickly summon a bonfire, heat a dagger gives him a leather wrapped oiece if wiod to bite down on and burns the open flesh on his hands and applies a bandage. He then takes the scale mail from his pack and helps him into it, if he accepts it „I will need that back, once we are in phandalin.“ He will also give him a dagger, should he prefer it over a longsword or prefers to wield two weapons at once. Sildar regains 5 hit points plus 1hp per hit dice.
The wood elf turns to leave with the others. He still has that slight smile as he notes, "I'm really not good at making friends." He files out past Serwa and takes a deep breath once he exits the cave.
Sildar, looking better but still weak, says “Thank you for healing me, but I’ll not need the armor or weapons. I’m in no condition to fight anyways. And thank you, all of you, for saving me from that cave. I’ll find some way to repay you, not that I have any gold on me right now, but we can figure something out once we’re back in town.”
"We're sure glad you're alive... let's get out of this place and make for Phandelin. I imagine whoever it is that has a blue lion crest will be interested in learning where their stuff has gone."
While they travel Tomora will ask Sildar if he knows anything about King Grol or Cragmaw Castle.
“All I know is they’ve got Gundren and the map to Wave Echo Cave. I may have a contact in Phandalin that can tell you more, Iarno Albrek, a human wizard. Problem is that The Lord’s Alliance hasn’t heard from him for two months now, so I’ve got no idea where he’s gone. If you can find him, he could tell you about the Castle, and I’m sure The Lord’s Alliance would be more than willing to compensate you for finding him.”
The monk has been rather quiet during the.journey to Phandalin. At some point in the trip, though - at a lull in the conversation - he asks, "Do any of you speak Elvish?"
„Only the the elvish spoken underground.“ replies aster in undercommon. „And the language of angels and gods“ he continues in celestial
During the travel aster tears apart another bandage into thin strips and weaves them into a cord, as he did two nights ago. He proceeds to cut his left hand, this time the middle finger instead of the index finger and soaks up the blood with the cord. He will not soak the cord up completly like the last time, but only a drop about every inch.
"Na...not me. Just common and Dwarvish is all. Why? You got some some swearing to do and not wanting to offend anyone? Do elves even have swear words? "
The monk has been rather quiet during the.journey to Phandalin. At some point in the trip, though - at a lull in the conversation - he asks, "Do any of you speek Elvish?"
“I do,” Serwa says, sounding a bit emotional about the simple question, oddly. “Someone close to me was half-elf, she taught me the language. She always wanted to know more about her culture on her father’s side. It’s a beautiful language. She was a beautiful person.” Serwa bites her lip and stares into the distance. “Yeah, I do, though I’m told my accent is awful. Why?”
"Nothing compared to the arsenal of Dwarvish, I'm sure," Xianon assures Tomora. "No, it occurred to me during our negotiations that it would be nice to have a way to communicate that our opponents mightn't understand." Serwa's answer spawns half a hundred questions to Xianon's mind, but he holds his peace. "This doesn't seem to be the answer."
"Well it's hard to beat Dwarvish when it comes to expletives."
Tomora looks at Xianon quietly for a moment, "Xianon... have you always been blue-ish? No offense...I mean...I just never seen a blue Elf before...I mean it's a lovely color and all... like the sea almost..." she awkwardly stop taking, looking somewhat abashed.
The blue elfling blushes, his face turning a bit purple - the part without the purple birthmark, that is. "Yes, I've always been blue," he assures Tomora. "It's more common - well, 'less rare' might be more accurate - among High Elves than among us wood elves. There were a few on my dad's side. Where he was from, they weren't really particular, as long as the ears were pointy," he says with that slight smirk. "They weren't as snooty as most High-and-Mighty Elves, I suppose."
“You’re one of a kind, Xianon,” Serwa says. “You’re a blue elf who punches armed foes and tries to break up a perfectly good peace accord just so I have an excuse to slash at a few more goblins. I guess those of us who speak elven can use it when we need to talk on the sly, those who speak dwarven can try that. We could come up with some basic hand signals like the military scouts used to use. But we don’t have one shared language other than the common tongue to conspire in.”
The blue elf blushes even more at Serwa's description. "Much more of this, and I'll be permanently purple. The Violent Violet, they'll call me," he quips. "Seriously, though...we will have to deal with them. And...well, there were other things," he concludes lamely.
Xianon Lathalas
The elf gestures dismissively at the threat. "Relax; I'm actually unarmed," he assures them. "So you're loyal to King Grol. Is there any information about the Black Spider you could tell us? We would make it worth your while."
"Come now sir elf! i dont want to see you become a needle cushion!"
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
"I am actually impressed with you, King Yeemick," Serwa says. "Rule well, and hope we don't cross paths again."
Yeemik nods to you, Serwa, and says nothing in response to Xianon’s question, but keeps his his trained on him.
Aster will try to patch up Sildars most life threatening wounds. He will then quickly summon a bonfire, heat a dagger gives him a leather wrapped oiece if wiod to bite down on and burns the open flesh on his hands and applies a bandage. He then takes the scale mail from his pack and helps him into it, if he accepts it „I will need that back, once we are in phandalin.“
He will also give him a dagger, should he prefer it over a longsword or prefers to wield two weapons at once.
Sildar regains 5 hit points plus 1hp per hit dice.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Xianon Lathalas
The wood elf turns to leave with the others. He still has that slight smile as he notes, "I'm really not good at making friends." He files out past Serwa and takes a deep breath once he exits the cave.
Sildar, looking better but still weak, says “Thank you for healing me, but I’ll not need the armor or weapons. I’m in no condition to fight anyways. And thank you, all of you, for saving me from that cave. I’ll find some way to repay you, not that I have any gold on me right now, but we can figure something out once we’re back in town.”
"We're sure glad you're alive... let's get out of this place and make for Phandelin. I imagine whoever it is that has a blue lion crest will be interested in learning where their stuff has gone."
While they travel Tomora will ask Sildar if he knows anything about King Grol or Cragmaw Castle.
“All I know is they’ve got Gundren and the map to Wave Echo Cave. I may have a contact in Phandalin that can tell you more, Iarno Albrek, a human wizard. Problem is that The Lord’s Alliance hasn’t heard from him for two months now, so I’ve got no idea where he’s gone. If you can find him, he could tell you about the Castle, and I’m sure The Lord’s Alliance would be more than willing to compensate you for finding him.”
Everybody, you’ve leveled up to Level 2
Xianon Lathalas
The monk has been rather quiet during the.journey to Phandalin. At some point in the trip, though - at a lull in the conversation - he asks, "Do any of you speak Elvish?"
„Only the the elvish spoken underground.“ replies aster in undercommon. „And the language of angels and gods“ he continues in celestial
During the travel aster tears apart another bandage into thin strips and weaves them into a cord, as he did two nights ago. He proceeds to cut his left hand, this time the middle finger instead of the index finger and soaks up the blood with the cord. He will not soak the cord up completly like the last time, but only a drop about every inch.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
"Na...not me. Just common and Dwarvish is all. Why? You got some some swearing to do and not wanting to offend anyone? Do elves even have swear words? "
“I do,” Serwa says, sounding a bit emotional about the simple question, oddly. “Someone close to me was half-elf, she taught me the language. She always wanted to know more about her culture on her father’s side. It’s a beautiful language. She was a beautiful person.” Serwa bites her lip and stares into the distance. “Yeah, I do, though I’m told my accent is awful. Why?”
Xianon Lathalas
"Nothing compared to the arsenal of Dwarvish, I'm sure," Xianon assures Tomora. "No, it occurred to me during our negotiations that it would be nice to have a way to communicate that our opponents mightn't understand." Serwa's answer spawns half a hundred questions to Xianon's mind, but he holds his peace. "This doesn't seem to be the answer."
"Well it's hard to beat Dwarvish when it comes to expletives."
Tomora looks at Xianon quietly for a moment, "Xianon... have you always been blue-ish? No offense...I mean...I just never seen a blue Elf before...I mean it's a lovely color and all... like the sea almost..." she awkwardly stop taking, looking somewhat abashed.
Xianon Lathalas
The blue elfling blushes, his face turning a bit purple - the part without the purple birthmark, that is. "Yes, I've always been blue," he assures Tomora. "It's more common - well, 'less rare' might be more accurate - among High Elves than among us wood elves. There were a few on my dad's side. Where he was from, they weren't really particular, as long as the ears were pointy," he says with that slight smirk. "They weren't as snooty as most High-and-Mighty Elves, I suppose."
“You’re one of a kind, Xianon,” Serwa says. “You’re a blue elf who punches armed foes and tries to break up a perfectly good peace accord just so I have an excuse to slash at a few more goblins. I guess those of us who speak elven can use it when we need to talk on the sly, those who speak dwarven can try that. We could come up with some basic hand signals like the military scouts used to use. But we don’t have one shared language other than the common tongue to conspire in.”
Xianon Lathalas
The blue elf blushes even more at Serwa's description. "Much more of this, and I'll be permanently purple. The Violent Violet, they'll call me," he quips. "Seriously, though...we will have to deal with them. And...well, there were other things," he concludes lamely.
Serwa, do you remember the sign code we learned in the military? I only had a quick instruction, but i think you had to learn it more indept.“
ooc: about how long will it take to reach phandelver?
do we have an estimated time?
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
(You are currently set to arrive in Phandalin in the evening, just don’t want to skip there in the middle of a conversation)