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Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2020 7:35 am
by ewancummins
THE LIGHT OF DAY....
is fading fast. If the party does not choose soon, it won't have acted before sunset.
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2020 2:58 pm
by ewancummins
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 2:38 am
by Wolfglide of the Fraternity
ewancummins wrote:ALWINA, her blue cloak pulled snug about her slim figure, slides closer to Klokulf.
"They have a big fire in there; are they cooking a feast? Is it just for warmth? Lizards grow sleepy when it's cold, out, don't they? Like snakes? We had little snakes at the Palace, in the gardens at summertime. Pretty, harmless things."
She smiles wistfully and then sniffs.
"I fear I'm catching a chill."
Klokulf puts one arm around Alwina to grant a little extra warmth. "Heat for cold-bloods sounds likely enough to almost be given, and it only seems practical for them to cook with it as well. I cannot say for certain why beast-men act as they do, however."
SkiBird wrote:"If this isn't a warband, these lizardfolk might parley." She continued. "But they are a secretive and intensely private people, favoring seclusion above most other comforts. Even if this is naught but a homestead ... it is likely we will be seen as unwelcome guests."
"I fear that blood will be shed either way ... but I am willing to hail the steading. At least then they would have to leave their warren and greet us -for good or ill - in the light of day." She continued. "Who knows what traps might lay within that darksome mound?"
He addresses their new companion, rider of the unnatural horse, "Would you be able to estimate the size of the community that would construct such a mound?"
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 3:01 pm
by alhoon
"Parley?" Raen thinks. "Does anyone have a spell to at least understand their language? It is better to not make enemies if we don't have to. Also, do we have anything to trade? Do you think they will be interested in that black dragon scale?"
Turning to Rowan he asked "Could we perhaps spare some food?"
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 3:10 pm
by Rock of the Fraternity
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 4:52 pm
by Wolfglide of the Fraternity
alhoon wrote:"Parley?" Raen thinks. "Does anyone have a spell to at least understand their language? It is better to not make enemies if we don't have to. Also, do we have anything to trade? Do you think they will be interested in that black dragon scale?"
Turning to Rowan he asked "Could we perhaps spare some food?"
"If they have any association with the dragon, they may well speak its tongue," says Klokulf, "in which case, we will not need magic. I do have a spell prepared to comprehend them if need be, but I won't be able to speak back to them."
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 6:44 pm
by ewancummins
DRUMS begin slowly thudding inside the Mound.
Five horn blasts sound, each successive blast louder and longer than the one before it, and as the last note fades the noise of the drums increases.
The smoke out the vent grows to a tall white-gray column, undershot with red light from the fire below.
The sun slips behind low clouds in the west, turning the mistbound marshes orange.
Cold winds howl down from the north.
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2020 7:33 pm
by ewancummins
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2020 5:10 am
by SkiBird
Meela had just finished relaying the probable size of the encampment when the drums began to sound.
"That's never a good thing ..." She said ominously.
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 5:18 pm
by Adam
"Yes, I expect the decision is about to be made for us, one way or the other."
Bennedict looks to Klokulf. "Let's try and hail them, and if they don't speak the Draconic language and it looks as if things are going south, we can at least withdraw and find someplace safe to camp for the evening. "
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 11:17 pm
by ewancummins
Adam wrote:"Yes, I expect the decision is about to be made for us, one way or the other."
Bennedict looks to Klokulf. "Let's try and hail them, and if they don't speak the Draconic language and it looks as if things are going south, we can at least withdraw and find someplace safe to camp for the evening. "
…
Soon...
Benn waits for a lull in the drumbeats and then hails the Mound, shouting at the top of his voice in the hissing, sputtering language of dragons.
The music stops all at once.
Lights appear in a latticed entrance, shining through translucent fish skin curtains.
The entryway opens and a green, scaly figure emerges to cry across the small crescent lake, replying to Benn in Draconic.
Benn doesn't understand everything--the accent, idiom, and distance, but he thinks the lizardman just said:
"Welcome to the feast! Come on in!"
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 3:34 am
by Wolfglide of the Fraternity
"I certainly hope we are not being invited to be on the menu," Klokulf states sotto voce.
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 9:25 am
by alhoon
When Klokuf answers in draconic, Raen nods. "The same for me, here" he says.
When the lizardmen invite them in, as one of the several people able to communicate in Drakonic, Raen is ... cautiously pleased with the turn of events.
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2020 4:12 pm
by kintire
Kat nods.
"we are being invited to be the feast. Unless we are being mistaken for someone else. no one is this friendly to unexpected strangers."
She looks them over with an assessing gaze.
"Maybe I should stay covert, add a possible surprise factor? If I'm wrong, I'll miss dinner, but I'll take that risk"
Re: Lost Trails Chapter 15 The Mound
Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 10:03 pm
by RocEter
Unsure of what is being said in the exchange with the creatures, Clive remains silent but ready for a fight.
kintire wrote:Kat nods.
"we are being invited to be the feast. Unless we are being mistaken for someone else. no one is this friendly to unexpected strangers."
She looks them over with an assessing gaze.
"Maybe I should stay covert, add a possible surprise factor? If I'm wrong, I'll miss dinner, but I'll take that risk"
"I agree, if things get out of control I will provide a distraction to make an attack from the rear easier." Clive says.