ReptoidQM
(ID: kltWA9Vw)
11/1/2025, 1:03:15 AM
No.6326301
Rolled 7 (1d100)
>>6326277
“Jhaanie’s, like, a thousand or whatever, right? They prob’ly speak the real old fairy language from way back when! I bet”
Khorine is miffed to relinquish her role to the steppe-fairy, but she cedes without any argument save for some mutterings about how she totally could have done it. You, in turn, don’t argue with that. Teamwork. While you’re both getting out of the way, Jhaan does as you say, whether he (?) wholly understands your words or not: the feathery fairy appears as if from thin air, making himself visible to the shocked assembly of animal-people.
“Rūḥun muqaddasah!”
“Min ash-shamāl? Lam ara mithla hādhā min qabl...”
“Hal yumkinu an nakūna wāthiqīn annahu laysa shayṭānan?”
“Ayyuhā al-aḥmaq, unẓur ilā ‘aynayhi! Ushumm al-hawā’, ataḥissu bidhālika al-wakhz? Innahu ṭiflun li-ālihat al-ḥurriyyah!”
You wait, tamping down anxiety and keeping your body language friendly, as fox-boys and cat-men babble in their local language. The tone and collective qi feels less like alarm than like awe, however, a promising start!
Eventually, one of the cat-men, wearing a funny little hat and sash over an otherwise naked (and VERY fluffy, squishable-looking) body is brought forward. He stares up at Jhaan, who is floating there looking bemused. His tail flits nervously near the blunt tip, and the cat-man bows low, turning palms inwards and pressing his furry forehead to the sand-swept stone of the Shieldwall.
“Gi sil'in athiyk d'l'Phraktos d'Duul'ssom, vel'bol silara dos ulu udossta ib'leua delmah?”
Your untrained ear is not so tinny that you can’t tell that the beastman has shifted from the somewhat harsh and throaty trade-tongue of the South to the musical, lilting language of the True Fey. You nudge Khorine and ask her what he said.
“He wants to know why we’re here?”
“You didn’t tell ’em?”
“I TRIED!”
“Okay, okay. Well, uh, tell Jhaan to tell Mittens there that we’re here ta pay ’em for a guide to Chiffchaff… Someone who knows the lay of the land, an’ who can tell us a bit more ’bout what’s goin’ down.”
>>6326277
“Jhaanie’s, like, a thousand or whatever, right? They prob’ly speak the real old fairy language from way back when! I bet”
Khorine is miffed to relinquish her role to the steppe-fairy, but she cedes without any argument save for some mutterings about how she totally could have done it. You, in turn, don’t argue with that. Teamwork. While you’re both getting out of the way, Jhaan does as you say, whether he (?) wholly understands your words or not: the feathery fairy appears as if from thin air, making himself visible to the shocked assembly of animal-people.
“Rūḥun muqaddasah!”
“Min ash-shamāl? Lam ara mithla hādhā min qabl...”
“Hal yumkinu an nakūna wāthiqīn annahu laysa shayṭānan?”
“Ayyuhā al-aḥmaq, unẓur ilā ‘aynayhi! Ushumm al-hawā’, ataḥissu bidhālika al-wakhz? Innahu ṭiflun li-ālihat al-ḥurriyyah!”
You wait, tamping down anxiety and keeping your body language friendly, as fox-boys and cat-men babble in their local language. The tone and collective qi feels less like alarm than like awe, however, a promising start!
Eventually, one of the cat-men, wearing a funny little hat and sash over an otherwise naked (and VERY fluffy, squishable-looking) body is brought forward. He stares up at Jhaan, who is floating there looking bemused. His tail flits nervously near the blunt tip, and the cat-man bows low, turning palms inwards and pressing his furry forehead to the sand-swept stone of the Shieldwall.
“Gi sil'in athiyk d'l'Phraktos d'Duul'ssom, vel'bol silara dos ulu udossta ib'leua delmah?”
Your untrained ear is not so tinny that you can’t tell that the beastman has shifted from the somewhat harsh and throaty trade-tongue of the South to the musical, lilting language of the True Fey. You nudge Khorine and ask her what he said.
“He wants to know why we’re here?”
“You didn’t tell ’em?”
“I TRIED!”
“Okay, okay. Well, uh, tell Jhaan to tell Mittens there that we’re here ta pay ’em for a guide to Chiffchaff… Someone who knows the lay of the land, an’ who can tell us a bit more ’bout what’s goin’ down.”