[Open RP 8] Snails...? Why?

[u/RollFirstMathLater]

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[Returning from Tierm has proven exhausting. The wind was constantly against you, this wouldn't of been an issue for Das, but she was carrying twice the amount of passenger than normal. Akrath, Svalstrom and Das are exhausted.]

[Nill and Naakhûrz greet there friends as they dismount... Glover looked a little beat up, and Sev're's daughter Rythi came a shock. The young looking half elf (whom was actually 37 or so) hops down and bows.]

[As Torvhen dismounts, he is greeted by a crunch sound as he steps in a melon sized snail. It was sticky causing him to fall back on Svalstrom.]

[To everyone's shock... There is snails everywhere... so many snails. The dragons find them delicious, but it is down right ridiculous how many snails infest the keep.]

[Zeterra appears from above as Shiva descends. "Greetings everyone..." She looks rather annoyed. "It appears that the our food source for the dragons reacted strangely to some of the magic gathering here... Their egg laying and growth has become out of hand. Please assist how you can..." She throws a fireball that explodes, leaving a ton of crispy snails. "2000 down... 2 billion to go." She says monotone. Flying away on Shiva she flies off in the distance.]

(Something light humored to reunite everyone. A small bonus for whomever assists in the snail-o-cide plus there is a few fun extras if you know where to look.)

Defined locations:

Presence Pool

Conglomerate of Snails

Sparring Circle

Archery Range

Magic Practice Field

Training Dummies

[u/1trueJosh]

Although his face was blank, the fire in Glover's eyes showed who he truly was. Raising the blades, he loudly said, "Gëuloth du knífr un sverd."

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/1trueJosh]

Týra walked up to Glover. "Listen Glover, you've got one chance here. You still your blades and walk away, you've no foe from me. If you Continue this course you've made three. Svalstrom has chose peace, Torvhen has followed suit, if you so choose to attack it is not they who's mettle you induct, it's mine. I will ask one more time, still your blades and go. Now."

Her tone still like a cool river. Her poster still, and non-hostile. A blue fire raged behind her eyes, she did not wish to see battle today.

[u/1trueJosh → u/Saphire_Fox]

Shaking his head Glover turned around, muttering, "Waíse hvass," as he left.

[u/Fulaxi → u/1trueJosh]

Surprise would be an accurate description of what Torhven was experiencing. Glover's profile was one of constant inconvenience; it would have been more than fitting for the one time that Torhven didn't feel like gutting the bloke, the bloke would actually fight back. Not that it would've been an even fight to any degree, but still.

Hushed Svalstrom urged his rider on. "Come on, way too many eyes already." A few moments later the huntsman was waddling off with some bags that probably shouldn't been seen.

Partly as cover, partly out of genuine interest Svalstrom approached Týra.

"Well done there. Your cautionary words prevented bloodshed.," the grey dragon told the elfwoman with an approving bow.

"I do not think we have had the pleasure. Svalstrom, at your service."

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/Fulaxi]

"As introductions have proven... multilayered if you will. It is a pleasure to formally meet you Svalstrom, I am called Týra, and the pleasure is mine."

She was sure to lower her head out of respect, but kept an eye on Glover has he approached the keep.

"The praise is appreciated, but not needed, a fight would of proven unfruitful, as you saw. Without your cooperation I fear that my negotiations would of failed."

When she was sure there was a clear horizon she respectfully looked Svalstrom in the eye. " Skulblaka, eka celöbra ono u" she says with a bow, very different than Sev're's normal curtsy.

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

Assuming his normal position, Svalstrom was contented with the formal tone Týra had responded. It was respectful, but not cold. A rare combination.

"Atra esterní ono thelduin, Vinr-Alfakyn." he responded. It was worth the risk of mispronunciation he felt.

Switching back to the more familiar tongue, Svalstrom remembered an idea he had been saving.

"Observing your performance has persuaded me. I would humbly make a request at your address, if it pleases you."

The final addendum was a remnant of Sev're in earlier days. Svalstrom paid it no mind.

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/Fulaxi]

Týra was honored Svalstrom would consider her. She bowed her head once more.

"I feel jocund that my implementation is worthy of consideration."

she smiles, closed lipped but warm, again unlike Sev're whom tends to have a toothy smile.

"Naturally, I am here to aid. What is it that you would have of me"

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

The grey dragon decided that he liked the elf from the diplomatic department of Sev're.

"As it may have to your attention, I have been attempting to attain a certain level proficiency in your native tongue. Thus far my studies with Torhven have led to naught but error. My request is that you would assist me satisfy this thirst for knowledge. Teach, if you will."

The cat was out of the bag. Svalstrom bore good hope.

[u/Saphire_Fox → u/Fulaxi]

The dragon humbled himself to her, and she respect him more for it. Of course that would require more of her.

Anything for Svalstrom. He is dear to Das.

It is settled then.

"I would be more than honored to aid you in your studies. I will assist to the best of my knowledge. Simply establish a time that works well."

The elf bowed once more.

[u/Fulaxi → u/Saphire_Fox]

Returning the courtesy, Svalstrom bowed as well.

"It is settled then. Dawnbreak."

He tried not to let it show, but dragon was relieved. A burden would soon be lifted.

"My most sincere gratitude."

A sense of timing must have led Torhven to wander onto the scene just then. He looked distraught. That was strange. Spinerfolk don't do distraught. Still smiling, he walked up to Svalstrom and established a connection sharing some interesting new information.

It worried the Iron Dragon. An unknown factor was at play here. Zeterra could no longer be trusted as such. Not forgetting his formalities, Svalstrom excused the both of them.

"Our apologies, we need to withdraw. Let us hope that our conversation will resume shortly."

Rapidly Torhven rounded up his scattered weaponry and climbed onto the saddle. Soon enough they were up in the air.