Cyrus, to Hrothgar - “This is insane. You’re not actually thinking of accepting the demon’s offer, are you?”
:as Sohan moves to place her hand on the stone, she glances over to Cyrus, who just spoke:
“Please be quiet.”
Cyrus will attempt to grab Sohan and physically prevent her from touching the stone.
“You’re no Mage, like Naimar. Think about what you’re doing! You could get us all killed, or posessed.”
“Stay away from me! Naimar said it would deal with me as well!”
“It will deal with you? You really want to make a deal with a demon, for a weapon you don’t even want to use?”
“You will have to try and stop me, then.”
:Sohan moves towards the stone:
While trying to restrain Sohan, Cyrus will appeal to Henry. “Help me, cousin! She’s gone mad!”
“That’s right. They turned my brother into a squirrel!” he declares angrily to the soldier. Týr arches his back and continues screeching on Baldur’s shoulder.
Baldur lunges over to the stone. Týr runs from it and clings onto Baldur’s back. “Return my brother to his human form!” he cries out to the sky above the rock. “He’s suffered enough.” Baldur waves his sword in the sky. “Answer me!”
After a few seconds of silence, he slashes the rock in frustration. Thinking for a split second, he then marches determinedly over to Naimar and grabs him by the lapel.
“You can speak with these wicked creatures. Ask them to change my brother back!” Baldur says with a wild look in his eyes.
“Steady there, Cyrus,” says Hrothgar. "There’s little enough I know about fae, but shoutin’ and screamin’ ain’t like to improve their temper none if they be friends, nor to make 'em less like to be enemies if they be already.
“Naimar, will the fae allow one question: What’s in it for them? Folk the world over mostly don’t do aught for naught, an’ a wise man checks a horse’s teeth ‘fore he takes it on, be the price low or high. An’ as for me, I like to know what the bargain be afore I strike it, for it’s sure I’ll take pains to keep it letter an’ spirit once I’ve given word.”
Sohanux successfully weaves out of Cyrus’ grip and races the last few paces to the stone, slapping her hand upon its surface dramatically. As far as the others can see nothing happens.
“I’m sorry, my Lord(s). What Naimar told us is true, though. It did not make or seal a deal with me when I touched the stone. It merely confirmed that the offer is available.”
:Sohan looks over to Naimar. She is feeling a bit unsure and confused…:
“Naimar, why take a weapon? It seems like even if we are leagues from this location, we would have to bring any weapon of anyone we kill all the way back to this clearing or we will be cursed ourselves. You are willing to do this? Do you have some kind of magic way to make that happen?”
“Naimar, do you speak undertongue?”
I can speak Arcadian haltingly, and can understand a bit more than that, but this is not any dialect of Arcadian I’ve ever encountered.
Our mage has done no such thing. And it’s not as if we’re the first to encounter wolves in these parts. Lady Mildred’s escorts during her escape from your Lord’s lands were ambushed by mist-wolves as well. They fared considerably worse than we did, apparently, losing about half of their number and the others were wounded.
First of all, I wouldn’t take bargaining with a fae so lightly. Second of all, I don’t plan to be an accomplice to your being the errand boy of one, seeing as how you will need to return the claimed weapons here. Understand that when you return, you return here alone.
Because you might just be made a fae’s bitch, and something tells me that would contrast with your current idiom.
And the fae has probably named you “sucker”.
I doubt it, actually. She seems capable of taking care of herself. Though, as I told Naimar, I will not be an accomplice to any errand runner.
Going over to Baldur and laying a calming hand on his shoulder:
I miss Tyr as well, brother, but this is neither the time nor the place for such rashness. I highly doubt this fae is going to be able to change Tyr back, and even if it could, we have nothing to bargain with in exchange. There’s not much I can see being worse than being in the debt to a creature not of flesh and blood. Being in debt to the corporeal is bad enough as it is.
The time for our brother to be made whole will come, but not here and not now.
I’d be interested to know the answer to that as well.
“UNHAND ME!!!” Naimar yells at Baldur as he frees from his grasp.
“I can not talk to them, they sent the message clearly to me but I don’t know the language in which they speak.”
“Hrothgar, you don’t have to accept the deal it is left up to each of us to decide on our own accord.”
“Naimar, please answer our questions. Do you expect us to journey back here to dump weapons after every battle?”
“No, but I plan on taking this weapon and only using it in a dire situation. If you haven’t notice I prefer my bow to a sword, but if the need arises I will draw this blade and use it.”
Is there a bow in the pile of weapons by the stone? I assume not, but is there?
The clearing is full of melee weapons only, unfortunately.
:Sohan replaces her current knife(taken off a body earlier) with the nicest knife she can find in the clearing. Whichever one that most suits her…and looks good.:
LOL I asked the same thing Mahaloth.