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11/1/2025, 1:08:59 AM
No.6326306
>>6326301
Khorine relays this to Jhaan, who giggles at her pronunciation, much to the faun’s further humiliation, but nods and relays it thus:
“L'heethir'ku wun to'ryll zhah natha yornurn c'nros, vel'uss ussta kar'et uriu morfel abbilen d'. Il lac'na ulu dormagyn ilta dalninil's m'ranndii, xor folbol saph nindel... Usstan joros nindel dos xxizz. Yewl natha bekea mrigg, ulu nau'thal mina ulu vel'klar rivvin morfeth thalack harl. Gi, lu'nind orn yaith dos, ka dos saph.”
“…Izzat the right thing, what he just said?” you ask Khorine again.
“How should -I- know?” she bitterly retorts.
Whatever the exact phrasing, it seems to produce better results than last time: greedy, beady eyes turn to your coin purse with a lot less suspicion than they bore before. Suddenly, the loud-mouthed little fox-girl is fighting off all comers, eager to secure your loot for herself and her male companion.
“We good, good traders!” she insists with a sharp-toothed little grin. “Laqad kāna akhī bayna qawmi al-ḍibāʿ min qabl... bal najā ayḍan! Hādhā akthar mimmā yastaṭīʿu ayy shakhṣin hunā an yaqūlah.”
You run your fingers through your hair as the yappy little cutie reverts to South-Common in her excitement and shoves the male forward. He looks nervous, but nods at… whatever she just said.
(Ugh, why can’t everyone just speak ONE Commontongue? Or better yet, Goblang! THAT, you understand!)
“Jhaan…?”
Jhaan via Khorine manages to relay that the pair of pint-sized porters have (allegedly) traded with the gnolls before, and lived to tell the tale, something they claim nobody else here can say. When a burly-looking cat-man steps up, ears pressed back and flexing his claws with a snarl, you turn to Jhaan yet again and get another option: the cat-man insists he is the better fighter, the more experienced guide, and that the situation down below is one of such hostility and danger and that he is more valuable than a small, weak, and flighty pair of foxes who happen to have met the cackling hyena-folk before.
“Hmmm…”
The cat-in-the-hat also speaks up, and after the same old song-and-dance of translating a translation, you learn he's ALSO willing to offer his services. He's older, less martial, but perhaps a little wiser and more measured... And he'll do it for cheap, out of loyalty to the True Fey.
“It’s a good thing they don’t know that Jhaan’s…” Khorine has the good sense not to say ‘unseelie’ aloud, just in case, though you sense a pang of guilt flash across the surface of her spirit, at working with such beings to deceive a fellow Feycraft follower.
What will you do?
>Take the pair of fox-folk for 25 points of wealth
>Take the burly cat-man for 20 points of wealth
>Take the old cat-man for 10 points of wealth
>Hey, what about those, uh… Mephits?
>Write-in [create a fennec fox or snow leopard furry OC! Don’t make it too ridiculous. more abilities means more expensive!]
Khorine relays this to Jhaan, who giggles at her pronunciation, much to the faun’s further humiliation, but nods and relays it thus:
“L'heethir'ku wun to'ryll zhah natha yornurn c'nros, vel'uss ussta kar'et uriu morfel abbilen d'. Il lac'na ulu dormagyn ilta dalninil's m'ranndii, xor folbol saph nindel... Usstan joros nindel dos xxizz. Yewl natha bekea mrigg, ulu nau'thal mina ulu vel'klar rivvin morfeth thalack harl. Gi, lu'nind orn yaith dos, ka dos saph.”
“…Izzat the right thing, what he just said?” you ask Khorine again.
“How should -I- know?” she bitterly retorts.
Whatever the exact phrasing, it seems to produce better results than last time: greedy, beady eyes turn to your coin purse with a lot less suspicion than they bore before. Suddenly, the loud-mouthed little fox-girl is fighting off all comers, eager to secure your loot for herself and her male companion.
“We good, good traders!” she insists with a sharp-toothed little grin. “Laqad kāna akhī bayna qawmi al-ḍibāʿ min qabl... bal najā ayḍan! Hādhā akthar mimmā yastaṭīʿu ayy shakhṣin hunā an yaqūlah.”
You run your fingers through your hair as the yappy little cutie reverts to South-Common in her excitement and shoves the male forward. He looks nervous, but nods at… whatever she just said.
(Ugh, why can’t everyone just speak ONE Commontongue? Or better yet, Goblang! THAT, you understand!)
“Jhaan…?”
Jhaan via Khorine manages to relay that the pair of pint-sized porters have (allegedly) traded with the gnolls before, and lived to tell the tale, something they claim nobody else here can say. When a burly-looking cat-man steps up, ears pressed back and flexing his claws with a snarl, you turn to Jhaan yet again and get another option: the cat-man insists he is the better fighter, the more experienced guide, and that the situation down below is one of such hostility and danger and that he is more valuable than a small, weak, and flighty pair of foxes who happen to have met the cackling hyena-folk before.
“Hmmm…”
The cat-in-the-hat also speaks up, and after the same old song-and-dance of translating a translation, you learn he's ALSO willing to offer his services. He's older, less martial, but perhaps a little wiser and more measured... And he'll do it for cheap, out of loyalty to the True Fey.
“It’s a good thing they don’t know that Jhaan’s…” Khorine has the good sense not to say ‘unseelie’ aloud, just in case, though you sense a pang of guilt flash across the surface of her spirit, at working with such beings to deceive a fellow Feycraft follower.
What will you do?
>Take the pair of fox-folk for 25 points of wealth
>Take the burly cat-man for 20 points of wealth
>Take the old cat-man for 10 points of wealth
>Hey, what about those, uh… Mephits?
>Write-in [create a fennec fox or snow leopard furry OC! Don’t make it too ridiculous. more abilities means more expensive!]