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| SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall] |
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| grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 08, 2018, 03:10:25 PM ---Eetu doesn't seem to understand all of what Theric is saying but recognizes the earnest tone in your voice. "It's time that you learn our language in full," he says as they disembark. "I am glad to explain the problem to you fully." They are shown to an upper room of the house, which serves as a sort of study. Several books sit in shelves, and several hunting trophies are mounted on the wall, from stag to wolf, from bear to squirrel. High up on the wall, nearing the eaves of the roof, there is also a simplistic drawing of an oblong shape with spikes protruding from it. It has been stabbed by spears, and a man is holding a torch next to it. It appears to be on fire. There are also other mounted weapons on the walls, from axes to spears, from sraight swords, to sickle swords to daggers. There is a fireplace lit in the room, and Eetu shows you to a room with a table. At it is two tankards and a keg—smaller than hat as used last night, and something that Theric alone could probably drink. "Please, sit." He waits at the door and waves a servant out of the room, who promptly leaves the room and locks the door, sliding the key underneath, which Eetu picks up before walking to the table and sitting at it himself. The tankards are empty, and Eetu dispenses his own beer from the keg first before offering to Theric. --- End quote --- Theric shakes his head at the offered booze, "No disrespect, but I think I'd best leave the drinking until I understand things better. Ending up drunk again may... Y'know, cause this again." There's a lopsided grin sent in Eetus direction, as a thanks, and then Theric's gaze moves across the room. His brows rise as he looks over all the weapons, especially the sickle sword- he's heard of those back where he was from, but he's never seen one. Aren't they supposed to be from the men who rule the deserts from their river-side palaces? "You must have-- You must be a accomplished warrior and hunter, to have all these weapons and trophies." Theric corrects himself before he commits to the past tense, looking back to Eetu as he's properly settling himself into his seat now. His eyes focus onto the painting, but Theric doesn't ask any more questions. After all, he's being chewed out- and he doesn't want to seem like he's trying to ward off any punishment or explanations for any longer than he has already. |
| Plethora:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 06, 2018, 11:13:08 AM ---The Bolgil Woolswine doesn't seem to like Aif being there all the same and continues grunting as he backs away. After he is out of view, the beast doesn't seem to pursue, and Aif makes his way around through the forest, new bearing NWW. He climbs a particular gentle hill which leads him to a place which had been cleared for a campfire. The fire was here fairly recently. There is also various molested ground cover—It is unsure if this concerned foraging or a struggle with an animal. A single bloodstain is found on the south end of the clearing, and a light blood trail leads SSW. --- End quote --- Aif gives a shrill whistle, hoping to alert anyone still nearby to his presence, then does a more thorough lookaround. Probably there will be some human's trail leading in or out. Aif keeps ever on the watch, however, for the boar. He figures that the trail leading SSW is probably not the boar's given the direction he came from, but isn't going to risk it quite yet. |
| SWAT One:
Eetu sets the keg down, "Theric, flattery will not work, at least not now. I am angry at you for two reasons. One more than the other. Can you guess what those two reasons are?" Yana freezes, thinking she heard something, but nonetheless waits until the water had cooled after boiling for several minutes, and drinks it. Still tastes like river water indeed, but hopefully no harm will come to her with boiled water. Finally, with much discomfort, she walks about the forest to gather pine needles off the forest floor and spread them within her wood and log teepee frame, away from the fire, then spreads the giant sailcloth over it, folded as necessary, to make a makeshift bed mat, leaving a flap to be folded over herself. Aif neither hears a response to the whistle nor finds that the boar from earlier is charging him. Another trail, definitely human, leads ESE. |
| grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 09, 2018, 12:04:14 PM ---Eetu sets the keg down, "Theric, flattery will not work, at least not now. I am angry at you for two reasons. One more than the other. Can you guess what those two reasons are?" --- End quote --- "Flattery wasn't my intention." Assures Theric with a shrug of his shoulders and a tilt of his head. When he's asked what the reasons are for Eetu being angry, "I only have a vague idea about one." he admits, his right hand coming over to pinch the cloak he wears to show it off a bit. "And I think it has to do with this and some late night activities... And I figured that when the tenth person refused to even give me a reason to why they wouldn't tell me whose it was that it was some big deal." Theric pauses, glancing left and then right before he offers to Eetu with a pinch of humor, "I was scared that I got in a fight, honestly." |
| SWAT One:
"You didn't fight anyone, but you just said both reasons at once," he says gruffly, pausing to look away at the mounts and drawings on the wall before coming back in a seething tirade, albeit staggered to explain the numerous language barriers, "As you might have been able to see, I am an elder of this family, and there are 9 elders representing this village. It is customary in our tribe that we welcome travelers, especially those in need. At the Tervetuloa Kevään and other such celebrations, this is especially true, as some would not be able to walk home. Those that bring gifts at such an event are treated as honored guests, which makes the problems we're facing so damn frustrating!" Eetu takes a huge swig of beer. "Another tenet of our culture is that when a woman lies with a man, especially when unwed and on the night of the Tervetuloa Kevään, she leaves her outer cloak with the man to conceal until the next night as promise that she would come again. Although after the Tulossa Talvella, or "Coming of Winter" and before the Tervetuloa Kevään, shall a woman not give up her outer cloak, she shall remain without it the entire day. I, too, had many of these such incidences in my own time." He stands up and begins pacing, "It wasn't your questioning of the town that told me my second daughter slept with you last night, but that she was aloof and giggly the entire day, at least until she heard about it from some friends. In our culture, it is bad luck for the recipient of the cloak to tell others of what happened, and bad luck for others to tell the receiver of the cloak who did it or what it means." He leans on the table, "I will not punish you for what happened with my daughter, as I feel you will have to deal with her on your own, but to have a disgrace on my head and on this house IS WHAT I FIND PARTICULARLY ANNOYING!" Eetu slams his hands down on the table, causing his beer to slosh in his tankard, "I WAS LAUGHED OUT OF THE COUNCIL TODAY, THERIC. HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE YOU'LL RECTIFY THAT?!" |
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