Author Topic: Eleandilethessa Quil'lyn - nature or nurture? (Read 2116 times)

Xaltotun · « **on:** March 18, 2009, 05:12:44 PM »

Okay, so ah'm a dark elf, so what?

It's no as if ah'm any worse'n some o' thae other toerags you see gien' it laldy aboot their gods, an' all. Ah mean, I bumped intae a few guys fae Corath, and these eejits thought they wis ded nasty like, 'cos they had joined up tae a party an' follied them an' a', then at the end, they'd hoovered a bit o' jugglery and shot the craw.

Bunch o' moron's if'n ye ask me - an' some o' thaem wis pure ded mocket an' awe an' wan wis sae glaikit he couldni see twae fit in front o' him. Fer creased masel, ah tell ye.

Garbage man, pure garbage.

Now, evil wis me an' some new guys ah'd met the ither night (tell ye that story anither time, no). We wis in Port Hempstead an' had tanned the guy that wis wreckin' the drains, when we saw a wean hidin' in the corner fae us.

Well me an' Dunderheid walkt over tae him an' asked him whit the problem wis, like. An' the wee bugg*# (nae swearin', right?) startit bawlin' his bleedin' een oot.

So me an Dunderheid asks him whit it's a' aboot, right, as you do, an' we gets the fill story, like.

Turns oot the rug rat hid tae take some readies tae the baker, so we offert tae help him oot and dae it fae him. Before we left though, the wean had jist gone an' caught his sleeve on Dunderheid's cuff, so he cuts his cuff to let the wean go. Nae harm, nae foul.

So aff we go, me, Dunderheid and the Guv'nor (that's whit Dunderheid ca's him, but I think he's a bit o' a chancer too, with his posh accent an' a'. Time will tell, my ol' man always used to say. An' by the way, while I 'member, there's that other hard man, he thinks, whose always just oot o' sight, like.

Anyway, where wis ah? Aye, well, aff we go and guess whit? There's the Scamp's Mug an' I swear by Vierdri’ira's teats, it wis as if the ale wis callin' tae us, so ins we went tae tan a few cans. Well, ye know whit it's like; wan can leads to anither yin and afore ye know it, we wis aw blootert.

Last thing I knew wis I was ootside among the trees oan mah ain. Must've bin goin' fer a p?@#" (almost anither slip there) .. goin' to releeve masell.

And that wis that, so it wis.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #1 on:** April 22, 2009, 06:23:16 AM »

It was a fine day and four of us had gathered to see if we could make some coin, the more easily the better. We were about to head out to Fort Llast, when a stranger appeared on the road from Hempstead Fields. I was struck by her apparel and her bearing instantly. She held herself perfectly erect and composed, sure of her surroundings and her place within them.

She was wearing a beautiful outfit, in shades of red, lined with what looked like white ermine, and her cloak was the most amazing colour of red, again lined with the white fur of some creature. And her shoes, well, suffice to say they must have cost a small town's yearly taxes.

She introduced herself as Saira and we spent a while talking and sharing opinions, during which my companions, looked lost, grew bored, and eventually walked away; except Wee Man who stood by, just in case.

After a length of time, another stranger approached us, and as the gods would must have been smiling on me, this newcomer was of our race as well. After the initial hesitations intil we felt we could trust each other, he introduced himself as Naster. We shared some banter and some tips on the best ways to travel in these lands, and then we parted our ways.

Guv’nor said he had heard of a call for help from a camp outside Vehl that he thought we could benefit from. We headed off to the camp, and spoke to the man there and he told us he was being bothered by a strange creature called Zamin. He said that the Zamin had some undead help to support him, so forewarned, we moved to his camp.

Making he most if what shadows I could find, I scouted ahead and saw some zombies. I returned to the others, just as cautiously, and after I had repositioned myself to take flank shots at the, we dispatched them with volley after volley of arrows. As the last zombie fell however, up came some sort of dragon, horse thing, that was all skeletal and we had to close with swords to dispatch it. Moving in and out of the shadows if the trees, I got onto it’s side a gave it a nasty blow.

Working our way slowly forward in this fashion, we came across the Zamin’s camp and carefully lured some of his guards away, one at a time, so we could return them to their lost graves where they belonged.

Finally, we positioned ourselves to take on Zamin himself. I gave out instructions to the gang, as natural leader of the men, and we moved in for the close. With battle engaged, I tried to move to get a better position to strike at Zamin and took my thrust.

A hit! He staggered and turned on me, giving the others the advantage. As he moved towards me, I took slipped to the side, into the shade a the nearby tree and he momentarily lost sight of me. That was enough to discourage him and make him turn to the others.

But he was fast. With two swift strokes, he cut at guv’nor and knocking him to the ground with a death blow and moved to his next target. I will never understand why, but without thinking of my own plight, I ran from the shadows to pour a healing potion down guv’nor’s throat, and Zamin took his chance.

As guv’nor revived from my ministrations and moved away, Zamin’s thrust took my life. As the last breath left my lips, I saw the Soul Mother take me in her embrace and pull me to her land.

Some time later, I awake outside Hlint and all I could remember was the Soul Mother’s voice in my ears telling me to be more careful and that she would grant me another chance at life.

I returned to the gang, and they were amazed to see me whole again, as they had slain the Zamin they said, but when they had looked for my body to bury, they said it had gone.

So all is well that ends well, but I know I will be happy if I do not feel the Soul Mother’s embrace for many a year to come.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #2 on:** April 22, 2009, 06:24:07 AM »

It was a chance meeting, or so it seemed. The man approached Eleandilethessa carefully, judging his moment well.

“I hear you can be trusted to handle, ‘delicate’ assignments, shall we say?”

“Depends on what you mean by ‘delicate”’, she replied.

“Well, you see there is certain mining operation, and there is a dispute over the legality of the mining certificate, or rather, who holds it. What we would be willing to pay for is for the certificate to move hands, as it were.”

“And what about the person who currently holds it?”

“Let’s say that if they never came out of the mine, no-one would miss them.”

So some time later, Eleandilethessa found herself outside the mine, her mind made up with a plan of approach and two contingency plans, should something go wrong. She had planned to enter the mine and make some enquiries as to the whereabouts of the miner she sought, with news of a death in the family, but when she got to the entrance, she found a party of adventurers already assembled, debating on the future of some bears that were purported to be trapped in the mines.

After some initial banter, she entered their party as a scout of sorts, and the party descended into the depths of the cave. The dwarves in the party proved to be particularly useful, in their typical dwarven, charge in, kill everything, fashion.

After some time in this fashion, they saw some miners up ahead. one of their number approached the party and challenged them as to their presence in the mine. The party explained they were looking for some lost bears and the miner replied that he would pay for their skins, but some of the party were aghast at this. He was in turn questioned about the mining certificate, where it was and who he was. To Eleandilethessa’s delight, he turned out to be her main target.

To her horror, she realised her first plan to assassinate the man would not work either.

Thinking quickly, as her training had taught her to do when things went wrong, she tried to get the main to lead the party to the bears, meaning to kill him when they engaged some of the gnolls down in the caves, but the man would not be moved.

She quickly went through plan B to cast darkness over the miner when the other adventurers had moved away, and dispatch him with a quick strike from behind, but she discarded that plan as the miner was surrounded by a large group of burly diggers and she didn’t think she could kill him quickly enough. And they would certainly raise some sort of alarm.

The other flaw in this plan was that a barbarian called Droog was still hanging back talking to the man with two others, even though the rest of the party had moved on. Droog seemed keen on finding information on the mining certificate too. She wondered about still trying to assassinate the miner, then pinning the blame on Droog, since he seemed to be most insistent on finding out more about the certificate, but she discarded that one too as she could not judge Droog’s kills well enough to know.

Eleandilethessa gave some thought to luring some of the gnolls to the miners, so she could complete at least one part of her mission, but the others were slaughtering their way through the remainder of the gnolls in the cave. So with a sigh, she joined the others and they went on to find the bears and release them. During this time, they met another miner who had the certificate, but that worthy held onto it tight and would not relinquish it, and she could steal it in plain sight of the others. Not for the first time, she wished she could have some ability to hide in front of others. She had read about this skill some time ago.

So she returned to the surface with the others, and taking leave of them – they still had not asked her for her name or asked her to remove her hood – she met with her original contact to explain her twin failure and the reasons and left the area.

However, as fortune would have it, she found that a wagon with Rofirien uniforms was overdue for the temple, so she assembled the Baker Street Gang and went in search of the wagon, so she could complete part of her task for Adder. She planned to either steal the uniforms from the wagon, or if they hadn’t left the tailor’s, to rob the tailor of the uniforms, hopefully picking up a letter or something from the temple too, and make it look like a robbery for money.

Before the gang could set out from Vehl, they met a paladin called Mor, who told them that Vehl was being threatened by undead to the north, so the gang took this task as cover for the robbery.

They found the tailor’s shop and entered it unseen, after some (hopefully discrete) enquiries in Hlint. Taking advantage of the shadows within the building, Eleandilethessa searched ahead of the others, looking for the uniforms. Just as well she did so, for standing around a corner was a guard who seemed to be quite alert.

Verdin Cowl approached the guard as Elendilethessa made her way slowly behind him, and the guard challenged Verdin. Verdin stammered a reply, but the guard took advantage of this hesitation to draw on Verdin and attack him.

This was an unfortunate move, for he had not see the other two of the gang behind Verdin and he had definitely not seen Eleandilethessa behind him. With a shout, Ironfist charged and struck, Eleandilthessa struck from behind him and Verdin completed the job with the final, and fatal, thrust.

They found the uniforms and a letter, then made it look like a simple, but violent, robbery. The floor was quickly cleaned of blood and the dead guard was taken under cover to outside Hlint and the body dumped, cut up and beheaded, near the orc camp, hoping they would be blamed for the death of the guard.

As arranged, Eleandilethessa left a message for Adder to say that his assignment was ready for delivery. She was forming a plan now that another of the gang should be there to meet Adder, using Ma Baker’s disguise. And just in case this was an elaborate trap, the goods should not be on Ma Baker, but be nearby and hidden.

So one failure, but one success. Reviewing the two jobs, she pondered the best ways to assassinate people. She was becoming more skilled in the manufacture and use of poisons, but the situation in the mines told her that was not enough. Thinking on it, she realised she needed to know more about being able to hide from others so she could quickly melt in and out of the shadows.

Hide, approach the target, strike, hide, strike again, hide, escape, she thought. Yes, and doubled with poisons, that would work.

Her mind made up, she went to look for more information.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #3 on:** June 16, 2009, 12:39:33 PM »

Vehl was dark, and it was raining. The sort of rain that isn't heavy, but soaks you to the skin anyway. Nothing was moving, even the cats had taken shelter but mainly because the birds were nesting to get out of the drizzle. Suddenly, a small chink of light appears and the sounds of voices drifts out of an open doorway and into the night. The gap opens and a figure steps out, pulls their hood over their head and walks away from the inn.

She recallls the instructions she had received earlier that day.
“Roight, he hus been messin’ wi’ moi woife, an’ oi wants him taught a lesson,” the man had said.
“Aye, ah kin dae lessons shure enough. Wans 'at he’ll no walk away frae.”
“Yeah, mess him up real good fer me. Oi don’t want him coming back 'ere ever again.”
“Oh rest assured, he’ll no be gawin’ anywherr except intae a hole in ra grund wance ah’ve dun wi’ him,” she replied with a small laugh in her voice.
The man thought it was strange that a voice like gently flowing water could have such a hard edge to it. But he wanted the man taught a lesson, so he passed over the coins and left the woman to get on with the job. As he walked away, he also wondered about the faint musky smell of crushed diamonds and honey, but said nothing. The less he knew, the easier it would be to deny anything.

As the man walks away from the inn, he stops momentarily to check the street to see if anyone was out. He smiled to himself, 'who would be out in this weather,’ and chuckling to himself slightly, turned the corner and into deeper shadows. Maybe it was the drink, or perhaps if was the rain, but he never saw the deeper shadow detach itself from the building opposite and follow him without a sound.

~~~

The cockerel crowed it’s good mornings and the sun was shining; it was a lovely day in Vehl. The woman left her house and was walking along the back paths towards the merchant’s areas with a happy song on her lips when she saw the body.

Her screaming brought the town guard.
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Xaltotun · « **Reply #4 on:** June 17, 2009, 07:25:06 PM »

She tries the phrase again for the umptieth time, and Ironfist laughs and tells her she it right this time. She continues to repeat the timbre so she can say and understand it reflexively.

//OOC Eleandilethessa has been in the company of a dwarf, an elf and a halfling for over 4 RL months now and uses every opportunity to learn their tongues and dialects so she can understand more races when she mixes with others.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #5 on:** June 18, 2009, 09:18:04 AM »

//OOC

On today's quest I made it clear to all on several occasions that I was trying to pick out dwarven words from the conversations between Abigail Firesteed and Argali Trueaxe. Others in the party were Sallaron Tempest, Angela Swann, Arkolio Salvorre, Lueanne Lightfinger, Brualot , Alantha T'sarran and Revone Starr.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #6 on:** June 25, 2009, 07:32:55 PM »

//OOC I would like to apply for a dwarf's ear for this PC having spent the time with the dwarf Ironfist, son of Ironbreaker, as well as making others aware in the company of dwarves that she is trying to understand the dwarven tongue.

I would also like to apply for a halfling ear, but I have not spent the same effort in that, so will apply later.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #7 on:** July 01, 2009, 05:42:43 AM »

*One evening, in the inn in Port Vehl, a small, dark clothed and hooded woman is consuming far too much alcohol, but even so, remains very much tight lipped and to herself until a hooded figure approaches her and sits down.*

'Is the deed done?’ He asks her quietly.

'Aye, he’ll no bother ye any mair, ye kin resht ashured. He’ll be shleepin’ wi’ ra fishesh tonight, nae bother.’ She slurs a little then her mind seems to drift as she remembers some details.

'Ra guard turned up, but ah folli’d em, shure, an’ listened tae 'em talk tae wan o’ mah team. He wis sholid, telt 'em he wis a fruit an’ veg seller,’ she bursts out laughing at this, a sound of gently running water that may have turned the head of anyone near enough to overhear – but there was no-one that near; she had picked her seat well and already scared away any bold enough to come near her.

'And was it... difficult?’ The man asked.

'Naw, pieshe o’ cake. He wis waitin’ as ye’ said he wid be. Ah didni even need tae use any poishon. A simple stab intae his back, a slash across his throat, job dun.’ She didn’t tell him about the treasure map the man carried nor the strange blade she found as that was not part of their original deal.

The man nodded, pleased by the result. 'And the authorities? You said they appeared. What can they do?’

'The guards ish eejits. Couldni find therr way oot o’ a room o’ doorsh, they couldni. CSI Mistone they’re bein’ ca’d; ah think that means Canni Solve It 'cos they’ll no be gettin’ any cluesh frae 'at boady.’

Satisfied by her answers, he hands over the remaining half of the agreed payment and leaves quietly.

'Barman, anither drink fur me an’ buy a roond fur yer ither patrons as well. Why no, ah’ve jist cum intae sum money,’ and she laughs again, with that voice of gently running water.

//OOC thanks to mixafix for setting this up very, very quickly to allow me practice my arts as an assassin and to help test a possible new member of the Baker Street Gang in Jehoram; to Jehoram for playing his part as Vincent and Ironfist son of Ironbreaker. Read the story here: http://forums.layonara.com/rumour-has/235382-news-krandor.html#post1353592

Xaltotun · « **Reply #8 on:** July 14, 2009, 04:55:04 PM »

//ooc Following some successful quests with To'ryll Solen, Ni'haer Helvivirr and latterly, Daralith Del'Mar, To'ryll tells me she has plans for Eleandilethessa to become the dark elven Warmistress to her High Priestess in her plans for Daralith's new world order.

With that in mind, I would like to start working as a Fighter or Shadowdancer class (perhaps levels 16-20) to gain the extra skills the character would need to fill such a role. Fighter seems obvious, but I am playing her as an assassin, so the SD skills would also be most useful in that role.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #9 on:** July 15, 2009, 05:00:43 PM »

Ah huv spent mair time wi' Ironfist a' a few others such as Urick an' Gormungard, an' huv learned sum new words tae add tae mah growin' Dwarven vocabulary.

poazlrhurk
turn waazia
addrak (this is mah favourite - it means eejit)
r'lhrko
karknalar
poazzh'aat (next favourite - it means bawheid, which ah kin use fur tae describe loads o' humies an' ithers ah cum across)

Xaltotun · « **Reply #10 on:** July 16, 2009, 04:49:10 PM »

Read the latest exploits here: http://forums.layonara.com/1367822-post8.html and as an addendum to that:

What ah've kept frae ra general reader is that ah used Caradith as a meat shield so ah could sneak up behind ra gobbies an' practice mah assassin skills, oar attacked 'em front oan tae practice as a fighter, mimicking Caradith.

A few times ah stood by an' watched Caradith nearly beaten doon afore ah stepped in. Humies need taught they isni ra kings o' ra world, an' it wid dae him guid tae learn ah could help him, oar naw, oan a whim if ah wanted tae. Interesting though that To'ryll cured him: ah knew ah wisni gonni.

He's disposable; but he'll be useful oan mah road tae become Warmistress wi To'ryll as High Priestess.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #11 on:** July 16, 2009, 04:52:43 PM »

//OOC Following the last adventure and with a view to ingratiating myself slowly into Krandor life, I placed more food and flowers into the Krandor Hospital: http://forums.layonara.com/1367162-post5.html

I am building up a slow appearance as the Cemetery Flower lady so I can pick up information, yet remain invisible to most anyone who passes by.

This sort of "goody" background can only help if things become unglued.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #12 on:** July 17, 2009, 11:48:04 AM »

Ah must say, things is lookin' up. Ah met wi' To'ryll Solen an' we hud a long, long talk aboot ra future. Me, ah wis jist wantin' sum monies an' a life free frae persecution, but she's got big ideas.

She wants tae become ra High Priestess tae a new family o' dark elves. She's daein' this wi' ra help o' Daraltih Del'Mar, who wants tae become ra High Priest. Ra kicker is that although she's hired me tae be her bodyguard at times, we get oan so well she wis thinkin' o' makin' me Warmistress tae her High Priestess.

Praise indeed and whit a stroke o' guid fortune.

Anyway, ah've agreed (be daft no tae?) an ah've said ah'll ca' her Solena when we's oot an' aboot, Priestess when we's amongst oor ain kind, an To'ryll when we's alone together. She wis slow tae take it oan, but then agreed.

We goat oan so well, we even changed intae gowns an' goat rid o' ra armour an' helms so we could talk tae each other proper, like. Well, ah didni huv a gown, so pit oan may skimpy stuff, ye know, knee highboots, slashed front and near enough nae panties.

Anways, we goat oan great an' when ah said tae To'ryll that ah thought o' her as an equal, she wis fine wi' it.

Well, well, how things change.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #13 on:** July 17, 2009, 11:55:55 AM »

An' things keep gettin' better.

Spoke wi' To'ryll again when we bumped intae each ither in Vehl, an' it seems she's huvin' problems wi' a darthir ca'd Darthirâe Zhalberen who is causin' problem fur ra family.

Ah huv bin given ra joab o' capturin' 'is elf *she spits* - no killin' her, capturin' her. To'ryll waants tae keep her tae torture her an' trap her so she never gets oot again.

No shure hoo ah feel aboot torture fur fun, but ah've said ah wid catch her fur To'ryll, so ah best gets oan wi' it. Ah wonder hoo ah could hire tae cum wi' me.

Ah could mix sum poisons an' stick it oan her food, like, tae knock her oot. Oar a could jist folli her an' chib her unconscious and carry her away.

Ah think ah needs tae find her an' watch her routine fur a wee bit and then make mah plans. Treat it like a real assassination an' no get sloppy, like.

Aye, that's whit ah'll dae.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #14 on:** July 18, 2009, 01:18:13 PM »

Fell in wi' Eriis ra ither day, an' he telt me he wis dedd fedd up wi' Solena. Ah listend tae them talkin', well, tae Solena tellin' him tae dae things, an' ah think he wis lucky tae walk away alive, sum o' ra replies he wis gie'in' her.

Ah wis watchin' To'ryll real close and found mah mind wanderin', watchin' her move, her muscles tensin' an' relaxin'. Ah could imagine ra wind blawin' through her herr...

Anyways, ah took Eriis aside efterwards an' tole him he needed tae watch his step. He said he didni care an' he would like tae run away, tae get away frae us - us!! He said we wis ra reason he left ra deep in ra furst place. An' he said he thought ah wis awright at furst, but noo he realises ah'm jist ra same as Solena.

Ah took 'at as a compliment, but ah may need him later oan, so ah tole him ah wis a different person and hud a different dream. Offered him mah protection if he helped me, but he didni accept it. Ah coulda killed him oan ra spot fur turnin' me doon, like, but ah reined in mah anger an' quietly tole him ra offer wid remain fur a while. Ah tole him if he pleased me, ah wid make him pleased too - nice an' vague.

Ah dinni know if ah needs him (his dug fought better'n he did), but it's better to keep him near fur ra moment.

Ah think maybe ah should 'surprise' Naster sum time. He'd be a worthy mate. Oar forget weans an' suprise To'ryll... he he, therr's a thought. n aAh dinni think it wid be a surprise sumhoo.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #15 on:** July 19, 2009, 07:04:59 AM »

So ah may huv tae train as a fighter tae become To'ryll's Warmistress. Ah huv bin watching Guillaume, Ironfist, Mearden, Urick an' any others fight tae learn sum tips. Seems aw they do is charge in an' ask questions later, but ah huv looked fur ra wee things that wid show me therr skills. So, wi' them in mind, ah went tae ra Ice Caves, oot by Krashin, tae brush up. A challenge oan ma ain, but hopefully no too tough. Nae point gawin' in at ra deep end?

//OOC see the post for all to read here: http://forums.layonara.com/1369962-post11.html

Xaltotun · « **Reply #16 on:** July 23, 2009, 02:40:53 PM »

Ah met ra maist annoyin' man in ra whole world ra ither day in Fort Llast. He goes by ra name o' Wimwick Rugratchet an' he's a bloomin' gnome.

He went oan an' oan an' oan aboot devices an' mechanisms until mah ears wis bleedin'. Ah tell ye, ah wid've dun fur him therr, in toon, but Lilyvaen Glensmere arrived an' distractit me.

Ah found that ah could blank oot ra chatter frae 'at stupid gnome jist by starin' at Lilyvaen; oh, an' talkin' tae her too.

Ah'm butterin' Lily up ('at's whit ah calls Lilyvaen Glensmere) by talkin' nice to her, lettin' her cry oan mah shoulder, an' so on. She came wi' me tae get salt (an' ra annoyin' gnome came too - ah swear, ah wis gonni top him doon in ra caves, but ah wis worried Lilyvaen might see, so he survived; fur noo at least).

Anyway, when we got back up top, ah gave her two scroll boxes as a wee present frae me. She wis quite overcome, so ah gave her a long cuddle - an' she returned it!

So, why am ah daein' 'is, ye might well ask? Well, ah kin see sumtime ah may need a female darthir tae help me catch Darthirae, put her at ease, like. Wan plan wid be tae get 'em baith in an inn, an' use Lilyvaen tae gie a poisoned drink tae Darthirae. She wid never expect that frae another darthir, though she might frae me. An' wance ah huv Darthirae, ah kin dispense with Lily, unless she could prove handy elsewhere - she's so simple, she might be useful in other.... ways.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #17 on:** July 24, 2009, 06:48:06 AM »

Bumped intae a dwarf today. Ah wis doon in ra Vehl Crypts, collectin' sum knuckles, when a wee dwarf came towards me oot o' ra darkness.

He looked like yer typical dwarf, sma', bald an' sporting a wee beard, an' he wis as suspicious as a' ra rest o' em, an' he ca'd himself Klass Hrendhamar. Anyways, we goat tae talkin';

'Never trust an elf mother said. Why trust you?'
Ah replied, sumwhat wittily, ah thought, 'Well ah'm no an elf mother, so ye should be okay.'
Klass said, 'No elf mother? what?'
'Whit's tae trust?' Ah said. 'Ah help you, an' you help me.'
Ah said, 'You said "never trust an elf mother"'
'Me mother said,' he said. 'Never trust an elf.'
I laughed at his confusion, 'Oh, never trust an ELF, no an elf mother.'

Anyway, efter ah'd goat him tae furget whit his mither telt him, he saw sum sense in whit ah wis sayin', so in exchange fur helping him get sum dust, he taught me a whole bunch o' dwarven. Ah jist needs to go an' remember it a' noo.

Ah didni help him wan wee bit, an' in fact, he almost goat kilt by ra zombies, but he came oot o' therr stuns really fast. Need to watch that in a dwarf. Ah watched his styles again though, te see hoo a dwarf fights, an' also to gie me any tips on hoo a fighter fights: (help me if a waant tae become To'ryll's Warmistress). He even went toe ta toe wi' a big undeed right at ra end - nae fear in 'is dwarf.

Strange thing oan ra way oot though. A big hooded undeed locked ra door oot an' tried tae stop us leaving, but when ra dwarf attacked it, it ran away. Ah left a note fur Arkolio, seein' as he's payin' me fur information, like, and this sounds like information.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #18 on:** July 27, 2009, 03:12:42 PM »

Met up wi ra Big Man this morning, an' we blew ra breeze a wee bit, an' he taught me sum mair dwarven.

A turr'k kh'thk k'azk urra, means I don't trust that one - very useful
Gaarh our'h aoath urr 'al/'ah, means Keep your eyes on him/her - also very useful
anwa means elf, oar darthir, as we wid ca' them.

Anyway's a goat bored wi' him efter a while. Dwarven is so... guttural. But ah huv tae learn it ah suppose so ah kin dae may joab proper. Maybe wance ah've learnt enough frae Big Man, ah'll cut his throat.

Unless he pleads; that wid be fun. Talkin' o' fun, ah wonder where Lily his gone tae...

Xaltotun · « **Reply #19 on:** July 27, 2009, 05:21:30 PM »

Adder his jist met me again wi' anither joab. Ah told him ah wis huvin' trouble findin' anythin' oan ra Slave Master, but tole him that ah suspected Revonne may be up tae nae guid, even though he wis supposed tae be responsible fur stoppin' ra slave trade.

Storold tole me that Revonne couldni be ra Slave Master, but ah'm hopin' that Revonne gets sum bother fur his troubles anyways, even if he isni ra Slave Master. We dark elves need slaves: whit right does he huv fur tryin' tae stop oor source o' workers?

Anyway, Adder confided in me that he's bin studyin' ra language o' Hell fur sum 8 years noo, but that he needs a new mentor. Ah think he accidentally killed his auld mentor? He said it 'disappeared'. Usually means deed in mah books.

Anyway, ah huv taken ra joab o' findin' him a new mentor, and he'll pay me 5000 trues if ah dae. He'll offer ra demon 50000 fur ra work. So perhaps, an' hopefully, all ah huv tae do is find a name fur him an' no actually negotiate a deal? Although, if ah did, therr may be sumthin' in it fur me. He did say learnin' Hell wid corrupt ra pupil, but? Evil's evil, naw?

Ah'll need tae find oot if demons talk Hell or no'.