She sighs and rubs at her face. "How did things fare in Easthaven, dwarf?"
Orc Cave
She sighs and rubs at her face. "How did things fare in Easthaven, dwarf?"
"A dwerf brings no good news yet. He shall try again in the morning. The Chief of the Wolf took a fine beating, but a dwerf has little faith that he changes his ways. One can only hope the chief of the Elk will hear out a fool of a dwerf before striking with force."
Settling his back against the wall, Reòthadh pulls out Aihonen’s blade, turning it in his hands and inspecting it.
"A dwerf was met by Jerrod at the camp, the usurper called this blade to his hands by some means. What trouble would be wrought if this blade fell into those hands."
Reòthadh makes his way outside to watch for the tribesmen.
HP: 160/162
Rolls
Hit die 1 - (1d6+5)
(1) + 5 = 6
Hit die 2 - (1d6+5)
(1) + 5 = 6
A few minutes later, a hawk swoops into the cave and lands next to Halla. The druid leaps to her feet. "My husband is trying to die. For the second time today." She tosses her last scrap of meat to the hawk, and then turns to Reòthadh. "Come if you like, but I’m leaving now. Or stay here and keep an eye on things..." Her gaze flicks to Saki. A roll of her eyes follows, and a moment later she is a giant eagle.
She stands before Reòthadh and eyes him with a gaze cool enough to make the wind seem warm by comparison. "Well? I am here, dwarf. What have you to say?"
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+9)
(18) + 9 = 27
She turns, then, to look back over at the tip of the crystal tower that shines above the hills. She shivers, most certainly not from the wind.
A moment later Tansia turns back to Reòthadh, arms crossed before her but eyes wide. "What would you do to help us? Would you drive the towners out of the Dale? Would you nurture the herds of caribou back to their former numbers?"
"Whether the towners are driven out or not, civilization will never cease to encroach on the wild places. If not one people, it will be another. No, they will not be driven out, for the cycle continues regardless. A dwerf will help foster the relationship between the tribes and the towns. For an ivy is difficult to purge from the land, but it can be cultivated and shaped into its environment. They must be taught to respect the Northern ways. May the caribou grow through our efforts.
She squares her shoulders. "Your words hold truth. But mustered as the tribes are, I have little true power. Jerrod is Chief of Chiefs, as he proved a few weeks ago." Tansia blinks as if reliving some vivid trauma. "As long as he holds that position, the tribes will do what he wills. There is also the matter of the tower... I can feel its influence lessened here, but it still calls for compliance."
The woman holds her arms out wide. "If Jerrod can be removed from power, or if the magic of the tower can be dampened, I will be able to do more. What can be done, dwarf?"
She looks Reòthadh up and down, taking in his armor, weapons, and physique. She shrugs. "You obviously cannot challenge Jerrod by right of blood, but by deed? Have you slain a great enemy, or accomplished some other great deed? If so, and if you hear proof, you need only approach him and make the challenge. By the ways of our people he will be bound to answer the challenge, or forfeit his position."
Tansia places her hands on her hips. "But do not make the challenge lightly, for you will likewise be bound. And if you fail, he will certainly kill you."
Tansia curses and begins to move in the direction of Easthaven. She calls back to Reòthadh over her shoulder. "Come with us, and we will see you have a chance to issue your challenge to Jerrod!"
"Peace, Alalla calls out to the fleeing barbarians. She raises an eyebrow. "Tansia? Of the Elk? It's been some time. The orcs are mine, and we mean no harm to you and yours unless you remain allied with the devils."
The tribesmen continue to retreat. "The rumors are true. With the orcs gathering their forces, who is strong enough to stand against them but Jerrod, even with his flaws?"
"However, if a powerful sword looks similar to good swords of old, that doesn't mean it won't be used for evil instead. The one who claims to be Jerrod may be no different."
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+8)
(13) + 8 = 21
Rolls
Intimidate (get over yourself) - (1d20+8)
(13) + 8 = 21
She gathers her nerve and raises a hand to halt her tribesmen, then points a finger at Reòthadh. "Icasaracht’s fall is still sung in our mead halls. But she fell centuries ago, a long time even for a dwarf’s lifespan. How are we to believe that you were among those who slew her?"
Alalla looks the woman over, sighing. She's certainly felt how she looks. "By focusing on one thing at a time, Chieftess," she says, trying to sound reassuring.
"Long ago yes, this dwerf’s days have been extended, by how long he knows not, but he is the same dwerf that slew the dragon. He is Reòthadh. By this emblem he makes valid his claims."
Carefully, he draws a blade, placing it for a moment into Tansia’s hands that she might appreciate the craftsmanship.
"The blade before you has never failed those worthy enough to bear it up; the blade is none other than the restored blade wielded by Aihonen’s hand himself, bourn in battle as this dwerf restrained that foul necromancer. The elder shaman Hjollsted may bear witness of the feats which this one claims. So too will the sea elf Elissia confirm these words."
Taking back the sword , Reòthadh sheathes the blade, storing it close to his heart.
"Will ye spread word of this claim of challenge that this dwerf, Reòthadh will stand at Lac Dinneshere to dispute the usurper Jerrod’s right to lead the great tribes?"
She turns away. "I will make sure Jerrod knows to meet your challenge. You will find no trouble from us as you approach the lake, whenever it is that you do so."
She and the tribesmen depart for Easthaven.