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Post by Daos on Apr 14, 2019 12:05:47 GMT -8
Once it appears that Drizzt is sound asleep, Taska gestures for the others to move closer so she can speak without being overheard. "What do you all think? Can we trust him?"
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Post by Dallion80 on Apr 15, 2019 5:25:34 GMT -8
Shakes his head. "I know he saved us but he is a Drow and they are a vile evil race. They have murdered thousands of my race over the years. They are the betrayers of light and hope."
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Post by Rax on Apr 15, 2019 6:57:37 GMT -8
"If I were to go solely by the stories of my mother, I would agree with Dallion, but he did come to our aid unsolicited and he obviously has decent folk in this land who'll vouch for him, so for now I'll judge him by his actions and keep an eye open for betrayal."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 15, 2019 11:18:21 GMT -8
Drezden snores having gone to sleep when Drizzt did.
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Post by Daos on Apr 15, 2019 14:05:27 GMT -8
"Perhaps just keep an eye on him, just in case," Taska suggests. "Although, seeing how well he fought, I wonder if we could even hold against him if it does come to that. Let's hope he's as good as Drezden and Regis believe he is."
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Post by Dallion80 on Apr 16, 2019 3:53:51 GMT -8
shakes his head slightly before speaking. "We will watch him but I have never heard of any good coming from them."
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Post by Daos on Apr 16, 2019 13:49:59 GMT -8
The night passes without further incident. The wild winds die down by morning, allowing the party to travel once again. The trail to the Sea of Moving Ice that Drizzt leads them through is a rough glacial pass. When the party emerges on the other side of the glacier, they are astonished at the beauty of the view. The sunlight is nearly blinding on the barren ice field. Blue and silver sparkles dance in front of their eyes, making it difficult to see very far ahead. "Some charcoal or ash smudged under the eyes will help with the glare," the drow offers. They say drow cannot stand the bright light of the surface, but this one seems to have adjusted well, but it's clear even he squints in this brightness.
There are abundant snowdrifts, and the going is slow and treacherous. There are also numerous seal holes, often hidden from sight until one practically walks into one. Drizzt always spots them ahead of time and warns the party. It becomes clear that had they gone without him, they would not have progressed far.
This continues for two days. At that point, around noontime, Drizzt calls for a halt in a seemingly random spot. "We will wait here for a time," he tells them. "The nomad we seek will find us here. Likely, he already has learned of our approach." Fortunately, there is little wind and snow today, and it's quite overcast, so waiting won't be too unpleasant.
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It is now Mirtul 15th, Twelfth Bell.
Drezden, Dallion and Malavar recover 2 HP each. Dallion improves to lightly wounded. Malavar is now fully healed.
(OOC: Casters can choose new spells for the day.)
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Post by Rax on Apr 17, 2019 9:08:59 GMT -8
"Does your nomad friend have a name?" Malavar inquires of the dark elf. "It seems uncouth to keep calling him "the nomad" if he's a friend of yours."
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Post by Daos on Apr 17, 2019 13:38:13 GMT -8
"I do not know if I would consider him a friend," Drizzt replies. "And I'm certain he does not consider me as such. But his name is Kinnuki."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 17, 2019 15:19:49 GMT -8
Drezden looks a bit surprised by the name of the nomad "Hmm interesting name he from one of the barbarian tribes?"
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Post by Daos on Apr 18, 2019 12:42:47 GMT -8
"He is, or rather that it is to say, he was," Drizzt answers. "His tribe was largely wiped out; he is the last of them."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 18, 2019 17:22:00 GMT -8
"He is, or rather that it is to say, he was," Drizzt answers. "His tribe was largely wiped out; he is the last of them." Drezden pauses a moment thinking that bit of news over "That sounds like a lonely life. Is there no other tribe he could join? Or is that a taboo in barbarian tribe society up here?"
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Post by Rax on Apr 19, 2019 1:37:59 GMT -8
"His tribe was wiped out? By whom?" Malavar asks. "Or was it some natural disaster?"
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Post by Dallion80 on Apr 19, 2019 12:03:54 GMT -8
dallion listens to the dark elf weighing hours every word and action
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Post by Daos on Apr 19, 2019 16:06:57 GMT -8
Drizzt shrugs. "I do not know; these would be questions better asked of him when he arrives." Suddenly rising up in the midst of the party, right out of the snow, is a huge barbarian warrior. He is dressed all in white bear skins and the skull and upper jaw of the great white bear adorn his head. He stands some seven feet tall and is obviously very powerful. His hair is almost pure white, except for one spot where there appears to be a handful of blonde strands braided into his white locks. Across his back is an enormous two-handed great axe, the handle of which is inlaid with many intricate carvings and the head of which appears to be obsidian. Around his neck is a silver necklace, a pendant in the center depicts an elk doing battle with a bear. He is carrying a great sack in his left hand, and in his right is a 12-foot hunting spear. Drizzt steps forward fearlessly, despite the man towering over him. He says something in a language none in the party can understand. The nomad nods, then begins to remove his outer wraps. Once he does so, it becomes apparent that he is quite old. His skin is loose on his well-muscled frame. Age spots give his skin the appearance of an even darker tan. Except for his obvious physical signs of aging, the barbarian appears quite adept at caring for himself. He points to the party, then speaks to Drizzt. Drizzt then turns toward the party. "Kinnuki wants to complete his business with Regis first and foremost." As the drow says this, the nomad removes from the sack five of the largest (now frozen) knucklehead trout anyone in the party has ever seen, worth a small fortune even before being carved. It looks like there are other things in the sack, but he does not pull them out.
After the party finishes the trade, Drizzt says, "I will act as interpreter. Ask him whatever you wish, and I will translate to him, and then translate his answer back into Common."
(OOC: Click the image to enlarge. Also, give me a WIS check if you want to sneak a peak of what's in his bag.)
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