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Hail the Talone

[Essence Inn, Reading Room]
Emitting an eerie red-blue glow, a large firepit in the center of the room sends off waves of warmth throughout this small yet cozy reading room. Large overstuffed chairs and small matching ottomans make comfortable islands in front of the fire. A beautiful woven tapestry, depicting Duvan teaching a school of disciples, hangs over the fireplace mantle. A locked lanakin mesh gate separates the room from shelves upon shelves of reading material. A filigree doored archway leads out.

The good smell of ancient books brings pleasant memories of afternoons with old friends.
Your group follows you.

You say, "Sit, and I'll tell you about it."
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
You sit down on an overstuffed chair.
Sinjinn sits down on an overstuffed chair.
You say, "It sounds rather lewd, doesn't it? You might enjoy it, it's about demons."
You swallow some hot tea.
The hot liquid burns your throat as it goes down.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Sinjinn says, "Really? Do tell."
You say, "Let me find the page I was at."
You sip some hot tea from your sturdy mug.
The tea tastes so good; just the right amount of steeping.
You turn a page in your flimsy hide-bound book.
Leyrn comes through the doors into the room.
You nod to Leyrn politely.
Leyrn nods slightly.
You say, "This is the bit..." to Sinjinn.
You turn a page in your flimsy hide-bound book.
You say, "No, maybe it isn't."
Leyrn opens a filigree door and steps into the front room.
You say, "There's a bit in here where she goes to the demon realm."
You turn the pages of your flimsy hide-bound book.
Sinjinn asks, "Really? Hmmm. I wonder if Berich opened a window for her to see in or if it's from her imagination?"

> read book
[page 4]

Viele glanced behind her as the portal quickly closed, dismissing a twinge of
regret and concern over Ralin. Looking ahead a furrow crossed her brow as she
saw her home, or what had been forced on her as her home. Vaguely similar to
the world she just came from but just skewed enough to be disturbing, a blood
red sky supported deep, concealing shadows beneath everything in sight. A lone
wiry, twisted and leafless tree clinging to life sat darkly on the black
horizon. Next to it rested Dernios' keep. At a distance, it was difficult to
make out anything but a large shadow.

You say, "Here it is."
Sinjinn folds her hands together in her lap.
You offer your flimsy hide-bound book to Sinjinn.
Sinjinn grins slightly.
Sinjinn accepts your offer.
You chuckle.
You swallow some hot tea.
So refreshing, this tea warms your stomach.
You say, "That page and the next."
You say, "And then there's a servitor demon he uses, I'll find that bit."
Sinjinn nods distractedly.
Sinjinn turns a page in her flimsy hide-bound book.
Sinjinn says, "Oh, this is intriguing."
Sinjinn offers her flimsy hide-bound book to you.
Sinjinn says, "I might want to read that after all."
Sinjinn swallows some hot tea.
You accept Sinjinn's offer.
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
You turn a page in your flimsy hide-bound book.
You say, "There, it's a 'vurlstak.'"
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Sinjinn says, "That sounds..."

> read book
[page 6]

She glanced at Dernios, who had called one of his workers to his side. It was a
horrifying creature, although Viele had grown accustomed to seeing such during
her time here. It was a vurlstak, a demon's creation with massive powerful
leathery wings which now lay folded in misleading submission on its back.
Snarling blood red teeth sharply protruded from its gaping maw, and its dark
body consisted of sinew and wire. It crouched in fealty to Dernios, fully aware
of the demonlord's power and not willing to challenge it. Dernios petted the
vurlstak's head gently and told him of his mission. Viele's eyes opened wide at
the words.

Sinjinn chuckles.
You offer your flimsy hide-bound book to Sinjinn.
Sinjinn accepts your offer.
Sinjinn furrows her brow.
Sinjinn asks, "When was this written, do you know?"
Sinjinn glances at you.
You say, "I don't know, but this volume is significantly longer than the first. I gather it was originally a shared story that Raeh added on to."
You say, "Before I had my troubles, at any rate."
You ask, "It sounds plausible, then?"
Sinjinn says, "Hm. I was beginning to wonder if this is where Berich had gone."
You grimace.
Sinjinn says, "Dernios as Berich? Yes. Entirely plausible."
You say, "What an unsettling thought."
Sinjinn says, "Yes... quite."
Sinjinn glances at her flimsy hide-bound book.
Sinjinn offers her flimsy hide-bound book to you.
Sinjinn ponders the situation.
You accept Sinjinn's offer.
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
You say, "I'm only halfway through Chapter 3. Every time I settle in, Xelian comes into the Plum with insomnia."
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn says, "This seems a much quieter place."
You say, "You know they're right next door to us? That smoke the night before last was Xelian nearly burning the room down."
Sinjinn indicates the room.
You nod to Sinjinn.
Sinjinn asks, "Oh, was that them?"
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn asks, "What happened?"
You say, "Put something too close to the lamp, I gather."
Sinjinn tsks.
You act: Jurion mimics Xelian, "I would have knocked on the way out!"
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn says, "Well, it's not like they had anything to throw on it but ale."
Sinjinn chuckles at you.
You say, "This is true, and doubtless Kot would have had something to say about that."
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn says, "No doubt... 'Let it burn! Not my ale!'"
You chuckle.
You lean back while sitting on the overstuffed chair.
You act: Jurion props his feet on an ottoman.
You ask, "I wonder why they keep those locked up?"
You say, "The Duvanals let all sorts of rabble in to finger their collection."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Sinjinn says, "I've yet to understand the motives of many of these people."
Jhanaiyeth moves in.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Sinjinn.
You say, "Mayhap they're magical."

> l jha
Jhanaiyeth is a sylvan of Lior lineage in her late one hundreds. She has brilliant violet eyes, whose utter beauty stands alone in a face ravaged with scars. One cheek is sunken in, the curve of lip misshapen and skewed upwards in a leering smile. Fine, silky golden blonde hair is pulled back tightly and clasped in a simple braid down her back. The once creamy pale skin of her face and neck is puckered and thickly scarred. Her figure is enshrouded with a multitude of robes.
Jhanaiyeth is holding an earthenware mug in her left hand.
She is wearing some simple leather sandals and some layered opaque robes.

Jhanaiyeth smiles at you.
You nod to Jhanaiyeth politely.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in Jhanaiyeth's direction.
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Jhanaiyeth limps slowly over to a chair.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Good evening."
You stand up.
You say, "Good eve."
You smile at Jhanaiyeth.
You sit down on an overstuffed chair.
Sinjinn says, "Evening."
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Are you waiting for Pularynth?"
Jhanaiyeth smiles slightly.
You say, "Yes, that is our pleasure this evening."
You sip some hot tea from your sturdy mug.
So refreshing, this tea warms your stomach.
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Sinjinn shifts her weight.
Sinjinn swallows some hot tea.
Leyrn nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth turns her head slowly, looking at each with brilliant eyes.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Good evening."
Leyrn says, "Good evening."
You nod to Leyrn politely.
Leyrn nods to you.
Jhanaiyeth says, "You were most quiet coming in."
Leyrn says, "I am adept."
Leyrn shrugs.
Jhanaiyeth sits down on an overstuffed chair.
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
Jhanaiyeth adjusts her robes about her with a small grimace of pain.
You act: Jurion tucks his finger into his book.
You close your flimsy hide-bound book.
Jhanaiyeth says, "The scholar shall be right in."
Sinjinn nods to Jhanaiyeth slightly.
Sinjinn swallows some hot tea.
Jhanaiyeth says, "My given is Jhana."
Scholar Pularynth walks in.

> l pul
Scholar Pularynth is a human male in his eighties with distinguished salt and pepper hair, a long nose, bright green eyes and a full lower lip. Pularynth is tall and svelte although slightly bent. Marring his otherwise smooth face, a distinct scar starts at the corner of his left eye and wraps around his jawline.
Scholar Pularynth is holding a cracked leather tome in his right hand and an earthenware mug in his left hand.
He is wearing an embroidered gray robe and some tooled leather sandals.

> l pul's tome
Aged and well-used, this tome has seen its fair share of owners. On the front is the title, "Orcish Verbal Phrasings"

Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth stands up.
You stand up.
Scholar Pularynth smiles.
You nod to Scholar Pularynth politely.
Leyrn nods slightly.
You sit down on an overstuffed chair.
Scholar Pularynth nods to you.
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn sips some hot tea from her sturdy mug.
Sinjinn drains her sturdy mug dry!
Seeing that it's empty, Sinjinn sets her sturdy mug aside.
Jhanaiyeth says, "And the is the scholar m'lord Pularynth."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth smiles warmly at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth gazes at the scholar with respect.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Good evening to you all."
Jhanaiyeth sits down on an overstuffed chair.
Scholar Pularynth says, "I'm glad you were all able to make it this evening."
Leyrn nods to Scholar Pularynth slightly.
You say, "We are honored by your invitation."
You swallow some hot tea.
The hot liquid burns your throat as it goes down.
You drain your sturdy mug dry!
Seeing that it's empty, you set your sturdy mug aside.
Scholar Pularynth looks lost in thought.
Leyrn sits down on the freshly waxed wood floor.
Scholar Pularynth nods to you.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I had just introduced myself sir, and was about to ask them their givens."
Scholar Pularynth says, "I know a bit about them already."
Scholar Pularynth says, "You must be Jurion." to Leyrn.
Scholar Pularynth says, "And you, Leyrn." to you.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth says, "And Sinjinn."
Jhanaiyeth turns her mishapen gaze solemnly to each.
Scholar Pularynth smiles.
Leyrn coughs.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Ahhhh."
You chuckle.
Leyrn says, "I am Leyrn."
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth blinks.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ah.. alright."
Scholar Pularynth scratches his chin.

> l ley
Leyrn is a sylvan man of muir ancestry in his twenties. His round eyes is amber with a misty haze about them. He has a regal nose, a smiling mouth, and a handsome jaw. He wears his shoulder-length golden yellow hair in a chignon. He has long slender ears, tanned skin, and an athletic build.
His hands are empty.
He is wearing a gleaming targe shield, a shipping clerk's cap, some black leather breeches, a threaded tawny sheath, a midnight blue silk shirt with an elegant fob, some soft leather sneaking boots, and a dark suede carrysack.

Leyrn leans forward while sitting on the freshly waxed wood floor.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Hope you don't mind if I sit."
Scholar Pularynth sits down on an overstuffed chair.
You say, "No, of course not."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Long day."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Drink your tea."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Your voice is still hoarse sir."
Jhanaiyeth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Scholar Pularynth smiles at Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Leyrn sits down on an overstuffed chair.
Scholar Pularynth sighs deeply.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I am here at his requesst to perhaps enlighten each of you."
Leyrn leans on an overstuffed chair.
Jhanaiyeth says, "In the ways of orcish behavior."
Scholar Pularynth says, "And, of course, communication with the orcs."
You put a flimsy hide-bound book on an overstuffed chair.
You act: Jurion laces his fingers together.
Scholar Pularynth runs his hand over his cracked leather tome.
Sinjinn crosses her legs.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Tell me."
Scholar Pularynth says, "If we were mistaken, and any of you wish not to be here, please leave now."
Jhanaiyeth's puckered brow creases even more.
Scholar Pularynth raises an eyebrow.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Why is it each of you wish to be here?"
Jhanaiyeth glances at Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn glances at you.
You say, "I have no particular desire to leave at this moment."
You smile slightly.
Leyrn leans back while sitting on the overstuffed chair.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Leyrn.
Scholar Pularynth raises an eyebrow in Leyrn's direction.
Scholar Pularynth asks, "Are you going to answer the good lady's question?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "It may help to know your reasons.."
Scholar Pularynth leans back while sitting on the overstuffed chair.
Sinjinn says, "For the moment, I was invited. Now I'm intrigued. It remains to see if I continue to be so, but so far..."
Jhanaiyeth casts a look at Pularynth, a soft adoring light in her gaze.
Leyrn says, "I am always on the lookout for an opportunity, sometimes these come in the form of learning, and other times in less.. straightforward terms."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Leyrn.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Fair enough."
Jhanaiyeth nods.
Scholar Pularynth raises an eyebrow quizzically in your direction.
You say, "I should like to be enlightened as to the ways of orcish behavior, of course."
You smile wryly.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
You say, "And in times like these, a knowledge of the language would seem to be of use, as well."
The air shimmers for a moment.
Leyrn nods to you.
You say, "One never knows where one might end up."
Leyrn furrows his brow.
Scholar Pularynth grins.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Very true."
Sinjinn scowls.
Jhanaiyeth says, "So many judge us for our knowledge.."
Jhanaiyeth glances at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth sighs.
Scholar Pularynth says, "We ask that you keep this gathering between the three of you."
Jhanaiyeth nods slowly.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "For the obvious reasons."
Leyrn nods.
Sinjinn nods.
Jhanaiyeth says, "We live quietly, and do not wish angry mobs to seek us out."
You nod agreeably.
Jhanaiyeth lowers her gaze, sighing softly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, I do believe we'll start with a few basic orcish terms... and you all shall repeat after me, trying to say them yourselves."
You say, "I should note, however, that if that haze in the air was what I believe it to have been, we may have some unwanted company."
Sinjinn nods slowly.
Jhanaiyeth blinks.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Magics ?"
Sinjinn says, "Yes."
Leyrn nods slightly.
You say, "I don't know who it was directed at."
Jhanaiyeth's face distorts slightly with fear.
You raise an eyebrow in Leyrn's direction.
Scholar Pularynth frowns.
Tarshin comes through the doors into the room.
The air about Tarshin's body crackles with pent up energies.
Leyrn says, "That would be me I believe."
Jhanaiyeth draws back slightly.
You nod to Tarshin politely.
Scholar Pularynth stands up.
Tarshin nods to you.
Leyrn stands up.
Sinjinn nods to Tarshin slightly.
Tarshin bows to Jhanaiyeth.
Leyrn nods to Tarshin.
Leyrn walks over to Tarshin.
Leyrn grabs Tarshin by the arm, motioning for him to follow.
Leyrn opens a filigree door and steps into the front room.
Scholar Pularynth ponders the situation.
Sinjinn says, "Well, that was short lived."
Jhanaiyeth blinks at Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn says, "Let's hope we are not."
You say, "One would think the lout would understand what a 'private meeting' entails."
Sinjinn smacks her lips.
Sinjinn glowers.
Sinjinn agrees with you.
You say, "And instruct his friends he is not to be disturbed."
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Oh my ...m'lord should we stay here do you think?"
Sinjinn says, "Unless he spoke of it."
Jhanaiyeth looks obviously worried.
Scholar Pularynth furrows his brow.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Do you know that man well?"
You say, "My apologies, sir, I hope this does not pose difficulties for you."
Jhanaiyeth peers at Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth raises an eyebrow.
Sinjinn says, "I know him not at all, unfortunately."
Jhanaiyeth presses the tea to her one corner of her lips ackwardly.
Jhanaiyeth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Scholar Pularynth asks, "I'm not familiar with this area at all.. is there anywhere else that we may be safer?"
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You say, "Hm."
You stand up.
You get a flimsy hide-bound book from an overstuffed chair.
Sinjinn stands up.
Jhanaiyeth stands up.
You say, "The Maedin Society is scarcely frequented at this hour."
You say, "And the booths are quite private."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
You say, "There is also the Hidden Nook, which would be even more private."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh, that is a learned place as well."
You open a fitted black velvet cloak.
You put a flimsy hide-bound book in your fitted black velvet cloak.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Scholar Pularynth.
You close a fitted black velvet cloak.
Sinjinn asks, "Shall we, love?"
Scholar Pularynth says, "Mayhaps we'd be more at ease in this Maedin Society you speak of."
You nod to Scholar Pularynth agreeably.
Scholar Pularynth asks, "Would you mind leading the way?"
You say, "Not at all."
Jhanaiyeth asks, "I wonder what shall we do about the young man?"
Leyrn comes through the doors into the room.
Scholar Pularynth glances at Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh, there he is."
Scholar Pularynth asks, "What was that about?"
Leyrn says, "A roaming person."
Scholar Pularynth narrows his eyes.
Scholar Pularynth asks, "Where is he now?"
Jhanaiyeth touches Pularynth's arm gently.
Jhanaiyeth says, "He seemed to have manners m'lord."
Leyrn nods.
Leyrn says, "I shall return in a moment.."
Leyrn opens a filigree door and steps into the front room.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow slowly.
Jhanaiyeth opens her mouth as if to say something.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Is the society far?"
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at you.
You say, "No, merely a few doors down."
Sinjinn smiles.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I shall await him."
Jhanaiyeth says, "M"lord you go ahead."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Few notice me."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth bends her head.
Scholar Pularynth says, "One moment."
Scholar Pularynth closes his eyes.
Scholar Pularynth rubs his temples.
Scholar Pularynth gestures and utters a phrase of magic.
Scholar Pularynth opens his eyes.
Jhanaiyeth gazes at Scholar Pularynth.
You say, "There is a building with a dark door just a step down Eberk Lane, to the south."
Scholar Pularynth sighs.
Scholar Pularynth closes his eyes.
Scholar Pularynth sets his mug down.
Scholar Pularynth drops an earthenware mug.
You say, "The Maedin booths are within, in the northern room, and there are private booths."
Scholar Pularynth looks towards the heavens.
Scholar Pularynth raises his arms and lower them slowly while chanting, "Nox Vir".
A dark whirling haze coalesces about Jhanaiyeth's body!
Leyrn walks in.
Scholar Pularynth looks towards the heavens.
Scholar Pularynth raises his arms and lower them slowly while chanting, "Nox Vir".
A dark whirling haze coalesces about Scholar Pularynth's body!
Scholar Pularynth opens his eyes.
You nod approvingly.
Leyrn sits down on an overstuffed chair.

[ The Scholar unpresences the rest of us. ]

Scholar Pularynth says, "It won't harm you."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Just a little... added protection."
Scholar Pularynth pants.
Scholar Pularynth cringes.
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth looks at Pularynth with shining eyes.
You say, "My thanks."
Scholar Pularynth joins your group.
Scholar Pularynth picks up an earthenware mug.
You say, "In light of the interruptions, we are moving elsewhere." to Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth joins your group.
Leyrn stands up.
Leyrn nods to you.
You beckon Leyrn toward you.
Leyrn joins your group.
You open a filigree door and step into the front room.

[Essence Inn, Front Room]
Shades of deep violet light cast shadows along the walls and the huge stone fireplace, which stands facing the door. A fringed carpet woven with archaic symbols and glyphs lies directly in front of a kirchewood desk. A large arch, blockaded by massive bronze filigree doors, leads to a small reading room. Opposite the arch, a dark hallway looms. You see Sharla Giltral (seated behind a kirchewood desk).

A lingering scent of incense pervades the air.
The only obvious exit is out.

Jhanaiyeth smiles hesitantly at Jurion. "I will walk as fast as possible."
Sinjinn nods.
Jhanaiyeth limps along behind.
You say, "I will endeavor to pace myself, m'lady."
You say, "It's only a step away."

[Maedin Society, Haafk Hall]
The high arching ceiling in this hexagonal-shaped hall gives it an open feel despite the relatively cramped floor space. There is a sharp air of concentration here that demands silence from any and all visitors. A booth is set into five of the six walls, each with a different colored curtain over its entrance. A large fireplace occupies the sixth wall, providing the hall with its only source of light. A small iron bench near the fireplace exemplifies the room's minimalistic decor. You see a steep spiraling ramp and a black mirrored plaque.
The only obvious exit is south.
Your group follows you.

Jhanaiyeth says, "Ahhh."
Scholar Pularynth gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Jhanaiyeth gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
You ask, "Shall we find a booth, or remain out here?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "Very nice."
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Oh yes, let's step inside?"

[Maedin Society, Red Booth]
The centerpiece of this small dark booth is a beautifully crafted black marble Maedin table. A small candle set into a gap in the wall bathes the table in a soft amber glow. A thick red curtain separates you from the main room. You see a black marble Maedin table.

Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
You sit down at a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Very good."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Much more privacy."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Sinjinn sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Scholar Pularynth sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Sinjinn closes a red curtain.
You smile at Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth brushes some dust off of his embroidered gray robe.
Sinjinn smiles at you.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Well then."
Jhanaiyeth asks, "What about that young man?"
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Did he not wish to come?"
Sinjinn asks, "This one?"
Sinjinn points at Leyrn.
Leyrn walks over to a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth presses a hand to her chest.
Leyrn leans on a black marble Maedin table.
Leyrn sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth exclaims, "You are Ever so quiet!"
Scholar Pularynth pats Jhanaiyeth on the back.
Leyrn grins at Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth smiles.
Leyrn says, "It is a profession."
Leyrn shrugs.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Hmm, I see."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, where were we.."
Scholar Pularynth looks lost in thought.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "You are each ready to learn a bit of orcish then?"
Leyrn nods imperceptibly.
You act: Jurion clasps his hands together.
You nod agreeably.
Scholar Pularynth chuckles.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now that's the spirit."
Jhanaiyeth says, "His magics help you fathom the mysteries of the language. He has perfected it.."
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Jhanaiyeth looks on approvingly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "We shall start with some common phrases then."
Leyrn nods to Scholar Pularynth slightly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Or terms, more like."
Scholar Pularynth asks, "I'm sure you all know of rabus?"
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth slightly.
Scholar Pularynth nods slowly.
Leyrn nods.
Scholar Pularynth says, "The orcs.. they call them.."
You rub Sinjinn's shoulder.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ernk."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now you all try."
You begin to say something, then hesitate.
You say, "Earnk."
Sinjinn asks, "Ernk?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "With a bit more chest pressure."
Jhanaiyeth nods to you.
You say, "Ernk."
Leyrn says, "Ernkh."
Scholar Pularynth leans back while sitting on the black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes, better."
Leyrn strokes his chin while considering the situation.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Hmm."
Leyrn says, "Ernk."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ernk."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Again."
Leyrn says, "Ernk."
You say, "Ernk."
Sinjinn says, "Ernk."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes, hold the bottom lip very stiff."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Remember tusks when you speak."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Picture yourselves speaking through very hard tuskal jaws."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
You ponder the situation.
You ask, "Do gharkins pick this up quickly, with their teeth?"
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Scholar Pularynth nods to you.
Scholar Pularynth says, "They have a much easier time with it... the languages are slightly similiar, also."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Scholar Pularynth.
You say, "Pretend you're Vurlak. Slujuk." to Sinjinn.
You wink at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn snickers at you.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Orcish is arrogant though."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Shoulders up, chest out, thrust the words."
Leyrn rubs his chin.
Scholar Pularynth nods agreeably.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, let's add another word. "where"..."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk."
Jhanaiyeth smiles helpfully, her mishapen face leering at the students.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Try speaking it aloud."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk."
Leyrn says, "Gherkh."
You say, "Ghirkh."
Sinjinn holds her bottom lip very stiffly as she says, "Ghirk."
Sinjinn glances at Jhanaiyeth.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Scholar Pularynth grins.
Jhanaiyeth nods to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes, but you."
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "You are too gentle still."
Leyrn ponders the situation.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Get a bit angry."
Jhanaiyeth nods slowly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Perhaps that willhelp."
Leyrn fumes!
Leyrn exclaims, "Ghirk!"
Jhanaiyeth presses her hand to her face, stifling a laugh.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes, most well done."
Scholar Pularynth grins slightly to himself.
You act: Jurion sobers his face.
You say, "Arrogance, I have in no short supply."
You inhale deeply through your nose.
Sinjinn smirks at you.
You say, "Ghirk."
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "These shall pick this up well."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Let's add the two together now.. "Where is the rabu""
Sinjinn says, "I was thinking you'd come to this naturally."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Sinjinn winks at you.
Sinjinn shifts her eyes to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk d a Ernk."
Sinjinn licks her lips.
Leyrn furrows his brow.
Scholar Pularynth smiles.
Scholar Pularynth exclaims, "Ghirk d a Ernk!"
Leyrn exclaims, "Ghirk da Ernk!"
You say, "My dear, with the spells you chant each and every day..." to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Stretch it out more."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Leyrn.
Sinjinn stifles a grin.
Sinjinn says, "You're right..."
Sinjinn smacks her lips.
Sinjinn furrows her brow.
Leyrn ponders the situation.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Come now, try again."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk d a Ernk."
You get an evil glint in your eye.
Sinjinn says, "Ghirk a d Ernk. No. Ghirk d a Ernk."
Leyrn says, "Ghirk d a Ernk."
You act: Jurion articulates carefully, "Ghirk d a Ernkh."
Scholar Pularynth nods slowly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "You're doing better."
Jhanaiyeth stands up.
Sinjinn says, "Oh, very nice." to you.
You say, "I am continually loosening that last consonant."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth walks behind Sinjinn.
You say, "ErnK."
Sinjinn says, "Hm."
Jhanaiyeth presses her hands on Sinjinn's shoulders.
Sinjinn asks, "E...eh?"
Sinjinn blinks slightly.
Scholar Pularynth leans back while sitting on the black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Yes, back further."
Sinjinn says, "Ah, I see..."
Jhanaiyeth gently straighens her shoulders a bit.
Jhanaiyeth nods to Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth smiles at Jhanaiyeth.
Sinjinn squares her shoulders as she says, "Ghirk d a Ernk."
Jhanaiyeth walks over to a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth pats Sinjinn on the back.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Very good."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Good."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, let's use what we already know, to say another phrase."
Scholar Pularynth says, "This one could be very important.."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Where is the privy - Ghirk d i trunx."
Sinjinn purses her lips.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk d i trunx."
Jhanaiyeth moves between Leyrn and Jurion to gaze at Pularynth.
Sinjinn chuckles.
furrow slightly
You furrow your brow slightly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "And people say you have no humor m'lord."
Scholar Pularynth winks at Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth chides the scholar with a teasing smile.
You say, "One assumes it would be unwise to ask where the rabu was when one wanted to tend to the necessities."
Leyrn chuckles at you.
You ask, "Ghirk d i trunkx?"
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Or perhaps it would be wise, as rabu make the privy dangerous?"
Sinjinn says forcefully, "Ghirk d i trunks."
You say, "True enough."
Scholar Pularynth grins.
Jhanaiyeth's brilliant eyes sparkle with amusement.
Sinjinn says, "Stop trying to make me laugh..."
Leyrn says, "Ghirk d i trunks."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Ghirk d i trunx."
Sinjinn chuckles at you.
You say, "Ghirk d i trunx."
Sinjinn says, "Ah, slight difference in there... Ghirk d i trunx."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Good, good."
You say, "It's a little more sibilant."
Leyrn says, "Ghirk d i.. trunx."
Sinjinn nods to you.
Sinjinn says, "Good way to put it, yes."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Perhaps the word ..weapons now m'lord?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "In this time that is an important word."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth gazes knowingly at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Then we'll try... "Drop your weapons""
Scholar Pularynth says, "Drop yxxhorckur wearshpons."
You blink.
You say, "That was a tongue-twister."
Scholar Pularynth nods to you.
Leyrn raises an eyebrow.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Drorckp yourgkr wearshponw."

> speak
Your current language is set to Common.
The languages you know are: common, haish, and orcish.
You clear your throat.

> speak orcish
Your language is now set to Orcish.

Leyrn rubs his head.
You say in Orcish, "Drop your weapons."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh."
Jhanaiyeth smiles at you.
Scholar Pularynth ponders the situation.
You act: Jurion puts his finger in his mouth and pops his cheek.
Jhanaiyeth says, "You have a flair for this young man."
Your language is now set to Common.
Sinjinn says, "Urorckp yxxhorckurgkrrwearshforckns."
Scholar Pularynth chuckles.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Drop yxxhorckuh weapons."
You say, "I know some Haish... although it's not really similar."
I don't know what you mean.
You furrow your brow.
Jhanaiyeth says, "It Is hard to draw out those words so hard at the end."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Jhanaiyeth nods understandingly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "They're far different languages."
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Leyrn.
Sinjinn says, "We'll have to practice together in our room." to you.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, let's try another."
You say, "The only way it's helped thus far is having some idea of making sounds that aren't in common."
Scholar Pularynth nods.
You act: Jurion rubs his jaw.
Leyrn says, "Drorckp yxxhourgkr xerrkarshporcknq."
Scholar Pularynth says, "You do not do unique sounds - you take a common denominator and you expand on this! Something even the littlest orcin can sound out."
Leyrn wipes the sweat from his brow.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes."
Jhanaiyeth says, "But make the last word harsh too."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Great care is taken to include the young in all things. A sense of pride that even when young they can understand and be a part of the whole."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "The orc think as a whole at all times."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "They are born into it and live it."
Scholar Pularynth says, "You must have a sense of unity, of pride."
Leyrn nods to Scholar Pularynth slightly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, we'll try... "Good Evening""
Jhanaiyeth says, "When you speak their language, even though they would deny it, it gives them a certain sense of unity with you."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Gorckorckdteverrkninshng."
Sinjinn licks her lips.
Sinjinn furrows her brow.
Scholar Pularynth says, "I'll say it again.."
Sinjinn says, "Goorckd errkveninshng."
Leyrn clears his throat.
Sinjinn opens her mouth as if to say something.
Sinjinn ponders the situation.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Goorckd eieaing."
Leyrn exclaims, "Goorckd errkverrkninshng!"
Sinjinn says, "Gorckorckd evecingd..w gorckod errkverrkniqg "
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Scholar Pularynth says, "More gurgktterarshlnpplerrkarshse."
Scholar Pularynth says, "More gutteral, please."
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn says, "Good evening.. "
Jhanaiyeth sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
You say, "It's built up from a common root into something more."
Scholar Pularynth says, "However, if you speak that, they may find you a bit.. odd. They switch their words around a bit. More commonly they would say.. "Hail the nightfall""
Jhanaiyeth nods to you.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Harshinsha the nightvaklw"
Leyrn ponders the situation.
You say in Orcish, "Good evening... Hail the nightfall."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Yes, they welcome the night."
You clear your throat.
Sinjinn says, "Harshinshl a ninshyhtfall."
Sinjinn frowns.
Sinjinn says, "Harshinshkitherrkvninshghtfarshzl."
Leyrn says, "Harshinshl gherrk ninshghtfalls."
Scholar Pularynth exclaims, "Harshil the nivhtfall!"
Sinjinn exclaims, "Harshinshl tverrk nikhtfall!"
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
You say in Orcish, "Hail the nightfall."
Scholar Pularynth nods firmly.
You say, "An interesting phrase."
Leyrn nods to you.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Now, when an orc sees another... a common greeting may be:"
Scholar Pularynth says, "Hail the Talone."
Scholar Pularynth smiles warmly.
Scholar Pularynth says, " arshilrthe talone."
Jhanaiyeth says, "So often they scoff at those who think the talone is a name."
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is a station that is filled."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "The Talone merely stands for the position the people have made as their judicator."
Leyrn says, "Harshinshlvtxe tarshlorcknerrkq."
Leyrn ponders the situation.
Leyrn says, "That is most interesting.."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Again, repeat after me.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "So when they say they die for Talone."
Jhanaiyeth says, "They mean for their race."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Hail the talorckne."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Not for a certain orc."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Most people do not undersatnd the orcs, or their ways."
Scholar Pularynth shakes his head sadly.
Leyrn in a slightly more glutteral voice says, "Hail therrk Talone!"
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is through understanding one may come to grips with... the tragedies you experience."
Jhanaiyeth touches her scarred face.
Jhanaiyeth sighs softly.
Scholar Pularynth coughs.
Scholar Pularynth coughs loudly.
Jhanaiyeth blushes.
Scholar Pularynth catches his breath.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Excuse me m'lord."
Scholar Pularynth pants.
You give Scholar Pularynth a worried look.
Jhanaiyeth frowns.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Sorry.. I'm still exhausted from all of my travels."
Jhanaiyeth offers her earthenware mug to Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in Scholar Pularynth's direction.
Scholar Pularynth raises his earthenware mug into the air.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Drink this."
Scholar Pularynth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Jhanaiyeth nods.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Ahh very good."
Scholar Pularynth says, "I still have mine from earlier, that you so graciously prepared for me."
Scholar Pularynth ignores Jhanaiyeth's offer.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth warmly.
Sinjinn asks, "For what purpose might we need to know this particular phrase? Is it a greeting?"
Scholar Pularynth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Jhanaiyeth presses her own cup to her lips slowly.
Jhanaiyeth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Scholar Pularynth says, "It is a greeting.. and they're words of honor."
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is a greeting and a farewell too."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth gazes adoringly at Scholar Pularynth.
Your language is now set to Orcish.
Scholar Pularynth takes a deep breath.
Scholar Pularynth asks, "Are there any particular phrases any of you would like to know?"
Leyrn ponders the situation.
Your language is now set to Common.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Anything you might find extra.. helpful."
Scholar Pularynth sips some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea from his earthenware mug.
Sinjinn ponders the situation.
Scholar Pularynth gulps in trepidation.
You ask, "Is there a dismissal?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "Kill them."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
Jhanaiyeth looks down, smiling bitterly.
You act: Jurion inclines his head.
Scholar Pularynth shifts around.
Jhanaiyeth says, "They Honor the Talone as greeting, farewell, in respect... but if you are dismissed, you are assuredly.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "About to be killed."
Sinjinn narrows her eyes.
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "As we said, they think as one."
You say in Orcish, "Hail the Talone."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Kilr txerrkb."
Sinjinn says, "So, as a farshrewello theyxxh oarshy.... hainshl the tarshlonerrk. insh serrkerrkt"
Jhanaiyeth says, "Kinshll cim."
Jhanaiyeth says, " ila her."
Leyrn raises an eyebrow.
Jhanaiyeth nods to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Yes, that is so."
Jhanaiyeth says, "In all things, honor the race."
Sinjinn says, "Hail tjerrk talone. ekinshll herrkr. kid hinshm...."
Jhanaiyeth says, "They die if they must, and have been raised to think that way."
Jhanaiyeth says, "They are deeply entrenched in their beliefs, and to die honoring the talone."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Is the ultimate respect and saves your place in the chain of cycles."
Leyrn nods slightly.
You raise an eyebrow.
You ask, "Why have you made them your subject of study?"
Jhanaiyeth asks, "I?"
Sinjinn nods slightly.
You say, "Either of you."
Sinjinn says, "I'm curious as well."
Jhanaiyeth says, "My race knows Beade, life, happiness. When they killed our village.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "And tore my body so."
Jhanaiyeth clears her throat.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I sought to be enlightened why this was. To understand."
Scholar Pularynth rubs Jhanaiyeth gently.
You ask, "And did you find what you sought?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "More than enough seek revenge. It does not seem to work."
Jhanaiyeth smiles at you.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "In enlightenment, is there ever an end?"
Jhanaiyeth smiles, eyes brilliant and soft.
You smile ruefully.
You say, "My pardon."
Sinjinn asks, "Every question answered leads to another question, it's true, but have you found satisfaction?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "I have found greater peace. And I have found ways to hurt and strike back."
Scholar Pularynth closes his eyes.
Jhanaiyeth says, "If I use them, I know not."
Jhanaiyeth glances at Scholar Pularynth.
Sinjinn nods to Jhanaiyeth slightly.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Are you drawing powers m'lord?"
Jhanaiyeth stands up.
Scholar Pularynth slowly breaths in and out.
Jhanaiyeth rubs Scholar Pularynth's shoulder.
Jhanaiyeth says, "He is going to help each of you."
Scholar Pularynth rasps, "Just getting my strength up.. focussing.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "So that you may begin to hear the words.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "They will form in your mind wwih greater ease."
Scholar Pularynth slowly shakes his head back and forth.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at each as her hands gently rub Pularynth's shoulders.
Scholar Pularynth opens his eyes.
Jhanaiyeth steps back.
Scholar Pularynth glances at Leyrn.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Come closer, please."
Sinjinn leans forward while sitting on the black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth clasps her hands in front of her, her expression adoring as she gazes at Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
You act: Jurion slides down the bench towards Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Stay still for a moment." to Leyrn.
Scholar Pularynth sets his hand over Leyrn's head and utters the phrase "Fkrn Ghxn." A light essence surrounds him.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Leyrn.
Leyrn looks around confused.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Closer, please." to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth murmurs softly to Leyrn, "Do not rush it, let it come to you."
Jhanaiyeth nods to Leyrn.
Leyrn nods to Jhanaiyeth slightly.
Sinjinn leans closely toward Scholar Pularynth.
Leyrn looks lost in thought.
Scholar Pularynth takes a deep breath.
Scholar Pularynth sets his hand over Sinjinn's head and utters the phrase "Fkrn Ghxn." A light essence surrounds her.
Scholar Pularynth gulps.
Scholar Pularynth coughs.
Sinjinn blinks slowly.
Scholar Pularynth wheezes.
Jhanaiyeth murmurs softly to Sinjinn, "Do not rush it, let it come to you."
Sinjinn leans back slowly.
Scholar Pularynth closes his eyes.
Scholar Pularynth says, "I need a moment.."
Leyrn leans on a black marble Maedin table.
Leyrn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Leyrn rubs his head thoughtfully.
Jhanaiyeth gazes at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth cringes.
You say, "Are you well? You need not go on if this pains you." to Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth closes her eyes and faces Scholar Pularynth, glowing with a gathering of aether.
Scholar Pularynth says, "I will.. manage."
With crackling energy, magical aether is transfered from Jhanaiyeth to Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth opens her eyes.
Scholar Pularynth opens his eyes.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth smiles at Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth says, "Thank you, lass."
Jhanaiyeth bends her head, eyes warm.
Scholar Pularynth nods to you.
You shift your weight.
Leyrn stares absentmindedly at a black marble Maedin table.
Scholar Pularynth says, "A little closer, if you could."
You act: Jurion laces his fingers together.
You act: Jurion leans forward across the table.
Jhanaiyeth laughs softly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "He will not harm you dear."
Scholar Pularynth sets his hand over your head and utters the phrase "Fkrn Ghxn." A light essence surrounds you.
You feel the essence flow through your mind and relax your muscles.
Jhanaiyeth reaches out a hand to steady Jurion.
Scholar Pularynth nods slowly.
You act: Jurion exhales carefully.
Jhanaiyeth murmurs softly to Jurion, "Do not rush it, let it come to you."
Scholar Pularynth leans back against the back his chair.
Scholar Pularynth pants.
You say, "That... is a very odd sensation."
You act: Jurion leans back gingerly.
Sinjinn nods slowly.
Scholar Pularynth rubs his temples softly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "You will each now begin to pick up words at random."
Leyrn nods to Jhanaiyeth slightly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Practice, do not waste m'lord powers fruitlessly."
Jhanaiyeth smiles warmly.
Jhanaiyeth touches Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Are you well ?"
Scholar Pularynth says, "Use this knowledge you now possess wisely."
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth slowly.
Leyrn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
The dark whirling haze clinging tightly to Jhanaiyeth's form slowly fades away.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Yes, be careful whom you show these powers to."
Scholar Pularynth says, "As I said... I shall manage."
Scholar Pularynth coughs, "Subbornly."
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
The dark whirling haze clinging tightly to Scholar Pularynth's form slowly fades away.
You concentrate on your inner feelings.
Jhanaiyeth smiles at Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Yes you are."
The dark whirling haze clinging tightly to Leyrn's form slowly fades away.
Jhanaiyeth sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Jhanaiyeth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Jhanaiyeth sighs.
The dark whirling haze clinging tightly to your form slowly fades away.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I am most pleased to have met each of you."
Scholar Pularynth gazes upwards to the heavens.
The dark whirling haze clinging tightly to Sinjinn's form slowly fades away.
You smile distractedly at Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh, I can see it m'lord."
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is filling their heads already."
Jhanaiyeth says, "You have done a strong spell."
Leyrn nods to Jhanaiyeth imperceptibly.
Jhanaiyeth smiles in pleasure.
Scholar Pularynth smiles slightly.
Sinjinn nods.
Scholar Pularynth wheezes, hacks, and coughs.
You say, "Thank you, Scholar." to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth clears his throat.
Jhanaiyeth rubs Scholar Pularynth gently.
Scholar Pularynth says, "You're all very welcome."
Scholar Pularynth says, "And I hope you don't feel your time tonight wasted."
Jhanaiyeth scolds Pularynth softly, "Drink your tea!"
You appear to be preoccupied.
Sinjinn raises her fingers.
You say, "No, not at all..."
Scholar Pularynth chuckles at Jhanaiyeth.
Scholar Pularynth shakes his head.
Sinjinn asks, "One question, if I may?"
Leyrn nods slightly.
Scholar Pularynth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Sinjinn smiles charmingly.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Sinjinn.
Jhanaiyeth swallows some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea.
Scholar Pularynth says, "I could never refuse a lady."
Sinjinn asks, "Why would you seek us out for this... specialized lesson?"
Jhanaiyeth lowers her gaze slightly.
Scholar Pularynth says, "The.."
Jhanaiyeth looks at Pularynth quickly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "No, we must not."
Scholar Pularynth says, ".. Guild of Scholars, they recommended you all."
Scholar Pularynth smiles.
Scholar Pularynth stands up.
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Sinjinn says, "Thank you kindly."
You shake your head quickly.
You smile warmly at Jhanaiyeth.
You say, "Yes, thank you."
You say, "I'm sorry, I seem to be woolgathering."
Scholar Pularynth says, "I feel weak, I must go rest. Jhanaiyeth.. if you could see them from here."
Sinjinn nods to Scholar Pularynth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "I will m'lord."
Scholar Pularynth bows stiffly.
Jhanaiyeth stands up.
Leyrn says, "Myxxh thanks torck yxxhourgk."
Scholar Pularynth says, "Good luck to you all."
Leyrn nods slightly.
Jhanaiyeth beams at Leyrn!
Sinjinn stands up.
Scholar Pularynth nods.
Sinjinn curtsies to Scholar Pularynth.
Scholar Pularynth winks at Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Very well done."
You stand up.
Sinjinn sits down at a black marble Maedin table.
Leyrn stands up.
Scholar Pularynth opens a red curtain.
Jhanaiyeth touches Sinjinn.
Scholar Pularynth nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Sinjinn blinks at Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Are you well lady?"
Scholar Pularynth heads in a red curtain.
You give Sinjinn a worried look.
Sinjinn says, "Yes, but I have to be truthful."
Sinjinn gazes steadily at Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth asks, "Yes?"
Sinjinn says, "I have nothing to do with any Guild of Scholars for them to take notice of me. I would like to know why we were chosen to learn this."
Jhanaiyeth lowers her gaze slightly, cheeks flushed.
Sinjinn says, "He was tired, so I put the question to you."
Sinjinn asks, "Surely I'm not alone in my curiosity?"
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You nod to Sinjinn slightly.
Jhanaiyeth opens her mouth as if to say something.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in Leyrn's direction.
Leyrn says, "It is.. curious, yes."
Leyrn rubs his chin.
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is such a danger to speak truly."
Sinjinn says, "It is much more to not."
Sinjinn smiles charmingly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "In payment for safe passage through orcish territory.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "And to learn their ways, their languages.."
Jhanaiyeth says, "We are at times asked to ...enlighten certain people they have chosen."
Jhanaiyeth's eyes cool ever so slightly.
Jhanaiyeth says, "And you are one of those."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
You ask, "Is this distasteful to you?"
Jhanaiyeth says, "Forgive me.. my inner self still seeks to judge."
Jhanaiyeth says, "It is a fallacy of my race that I strive to undo."
Sinjinn says, "Understandable."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Why they wish you...we were not told."
Jhanaiyeth says, "This is the price of our continued studies though."
Sinjinn ponders the situation.
Sinjinn glances at you.
You say, "Very well."
Sinjinn shifts her eyes to Jhanaiyeth.
Sinjinn nods slightly.
Sinjinn stands up.
Jhanaiyeth nods gently.
You notice Leyrn botch an attempt to hide.
Leyrn furrows his brow.
You say, "I thank you, then, and hope the price was worth your continued enlightenment."
Jhanaiyeth smiles slightly at Leyrn.
Jhanaiyeth turns to face you.
Leyrn says, "There is too much light in here me thinks."
Sinjinn says, "As do I. Thank you very much for your time."
Jhanaiyeth says, "Oh yes, it is very much."
Leyrn nods to you.
You say, "One never knows when knowledge may be useful, in these times."
Leyrn nods to Jhanaiyeth.
Jhanaiyeth says, "Never set upon a course you think unworthy."
group jurion
You ask, "Sinjinn?"
Jurion is not in a group.
Jhanaiyeth smiles serenely.
You act: Jurion offers his arm.
Sinjinn joins your group.
Sinjinn smiles sweetly at you.
You say, "I assure you, my lady, that has never been my wont."
You bow to Jhanaiyeth.
Your language is now set to Orcish.
You say in Orcish, "Hail the Talone."
You smile slightly.
Jhanaiyeth speaks softly, "Hail the Talone "