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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 5:59:01 GMT
Shortly after the young devout timidly brought Sköll both his requested double tankard of heated mead and plate of assorted meats she quickly scampered away, hoping that the wolf creature would not eat her hand in the process of getting what he had been salivating over since his first arrival into the moot. A few seconds later sounds of feral growling began emitting from the beast-man's throat as he tugged at the flesh with his threatening teeth while his free hand pulled at the exposed bone. A quick snap of the meat and Sköll quickly shoved the rest of the flank into his mouth to maliciously gore the long since dead animal even further before them all. If there was any confirmation behind the demi-human's actions being far more likely to be savage and inhumane, this was the best indication. He did not even stop to bless the Battlemaiden for her bounty before him while he nosily ate in his ferocity. It quite literally was like watching a dog rip at the scraps of an unfinished feast as he went from pork to poultry in what seemed like seconds. After completing half of his plate he let a gruff yet muffled belch in taking the moment to actually breath from his ravaging. Strands of tenderloin hung from the side of his mouth as he raised the extensively large mug up to his lips and drank heavily of the amber honey wine heated to his liking. All who were most likely pelted in slight food scraps from the wolf man could see each large gulp follow down his throat one after another, hearing it's impacting noise he made while the liquid forced it's way down his throat as well. For some of better class, merely HEARING this creature eat felt dirty and uncivilized. However, as he finished the entire tankard in one sitting he did hear quite boldly what the two men asked of him before he slammed the drink back down and breathed out a long wind of honey breath.
"Urp.. I told you all, I am of the Skolldir." He simply said between breaths before demanding more mead shortly before stuffing another turkey leg between his tuskan teeth. He felt this to be a fair answer for the time being if only to allow him to eat further and relentlessly. Shortly after the girl returned to quickly serve him as much as she could pour in his tankard, he re-grasped the handle in one hand and the leg in the other as the others looked to him in furthering confusion. As if the concept wasn't self explanatory, but then again he had not been around humans much in his life and it was very likely none of them have ever actually met a Skolldir.
"Rrf.. Its very simple, I come from a race of warriors and hunters who cleared this very valley your kind live in of colossal beasts and monsters. In fact, most of my ancestors were here centuries before any of your tribes knew of such a place." He stated picking through his teeth with a index claw before taking in another drink deeply and heavily.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 12, 2013 14:36:42 GMT
Steinholf watches as the creature eats and takes a moment to take in the situation. Johan stood by his side, Garret the Clanless back and out of easy reach of the creature, seeming amused but like any Nissian ready and on his feet. Gareth, as much as Steinholf didn't care for him, had placed himself in close proximity with the Skolldir and appeared to be in a position to quickly stand and bring his...cutlass...to bear. Steinholf almost let his mind wander at the fact that Gareth still carried Nise's weapon but shook his head sharply. All of the Nissians had placed themselves perfectly to handle the Skolldir should it come to a find, everyone one of them in the perfect place to react with their strengths. Steinholf felt his pride in his people soar at how seamless the transition was, no looks were shared no words spoken, they had been warring with each other for ages and yet at the introduction of a potentially hostile outside they all quickly moved to stand as one.
Steinholf realized if he took one step forward he would give Johan more room with his bow and have a clear line to the Skolldir, so he did masking the move with conversation.
"Now Skoll of the Skolldir you have accepted our hospitatliy, drank of our ale, and ate of our bounty. What brings you to our moot?"
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Post by johan on Sept 12, 2013 15:01:31 GMT
Johan looks angered by the wolfmans words and jumps up from his seat again like he is about to move forward at the creature when he sees Steinholf move forward a bit and speak. It takes him a second to realize what the cleric is doing but he forces himself to stay calm and put himself in a position to strike should the need arise. His stance is still more relaxed then it was when the wolfman first showed up as his hands are not actively on his weapons but it's clear the creature hit a nerve with his behavior muttering under his breath as Steinholf moves forward to talk to him more "And he calls us rude..."
Still not willing to be the first one who draws a weapon here he calms down a little bit to give the creature time to explain why he came there in the first place.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 16:29:22 GMT
His gluttonous nature knew no bounds in his current state as that one drink lead to him downing the rest of the tankard yet again. As expected he slams the mug back down and barks out to one of the devotes again for yet another round. Begrudgingly the same girl from before slammed one already prepared in front of the wolf man, but this one looked a little more conspicuous with steam rolling out the top of the mug. Obviously mead wasn't suppose to be THAT warm but since his attention directed back to the food and the question he found it proper to present his answer in an undivided manner.
"This moot you humans arrange, it holds the heads of all tribes that reside in these lands to meet yes?" Asked after taking another bite out of his stick of mutton, this time taking the moment to finish his mouthful before continuing with his thought surprisingly enough. "My tribe is part of this land, has been for many centuries in seclusion from your own people here in Nisengard. But long have we been aware of your kind from atop Eisenfjord, herald." States shortly after he reaches back to grip at his large sword with one hand and slip it out beside him with a quick wave. One could interpret this as a hostel move if only he waved the blade any closer over the table. Instead he placed it before the cleric to show him the weapon in full. A crudely iron sword far too large for human hands to wield, one who had particular skill and knowledge of blacksmiths could obviously see this weapon was made for Giants. Upon the face of the blade etched runes in a dialect that had not been seen in many of age, perhaps only in the older tomes the cleric kept. Finally on the pommel of the blade resided the face of a dire wolf with it's mouth agape designed very similar to that of a family's crest.
"I come here as their envoy, and as their offer to your society. To... 'help' you humans." Sköll stated rather intently before leaving the sword where it was for him to see as he reached for the tankard after downing the last of his mutton, raising the drink to his lips. However, he is met with a slight jump as his tongue burns from the searing heat of the mead! "AGH! Ysmira's Axe that burns!" He winces and slams the tankard back on the table as he lolls his tongue out like a panting dog to cool it off. All the while the serving girl across the table only lets off her own snide snicker to herself from seeing the Skolldir in anguish.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 12, 2013 16:56:27 GMT
Steinholf listens closely waiting for the Skolldir to finish speaking before responding. He watches closely the movement of the sword and feels himself intake a sharp breath at it being drawn on neutral ground, but it wasn't don't with hostility and he makes no move to stop or castigate the movement. Allowing himself a slight smirk at the devotees antics Steinholf speaks.
"You are correct this moot is for the Nissian.." he accents the word Nissian "...tribes to meet on our neutral ground. We are more than willing to entertain envoys, so the Skolldir offer alliance to Nisengard? If this is the case you may make your proposal before the moot, the moot will then confer and inform you of our decision. Until such time you have our hospitality. Lastly, I know not what god you worship but if you wish to speak at the moot as a proposal or otherwise, you offer homage to Nise when you are before her altar." The cleric motions to the blood stained altar of war.
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Post by johan on Sept 12, 2013 20:47:37 GMT
Johann can't help but chuckle to himself as the wolf burns himself on the hot mead while simultaneously proclaiming his massive superiority over the puny humans. He looks like he's about to make a snide remark when Steinholf offers his hospitality and decides not to enflame the issue.
"Fine, Fine. As long as he pays tribute I will forgive his previous slights" *Johan goes and refills his mug from the same container the mead served to Skoll was poured from and downs it in several large gulps looking rather smug*
"You say you and your people live in the mountains eh? I've been there for years and I've never seen any sign of you. There must not be many of you left"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 21:44:42 GMT
Gareth empties his mug and sets it in the table. Leaning back and crossing his arms another grin crosses his face, "and straight to the point I have also been wondering. I must say when it comes to these mountains I am nowhere near as experienced as Johan by the look of that stack of pelts but I would have surely heard word of your kind." He uncrosses his arms and grabs rhe now full mug, freshly filles by the serving girl, and begins drinking again. Albiet, with a little more mead than usual spilling ar ound his mouth.
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 13, 2013 2:12:49 GMT
Garrett moved to the table after the rather amusing entertainment, taking his seat not too close to the others, figuring none would want to sit next to him. He nodded to the serving girl as she warily gave him his food and mead, quietly enjoying the food, though with the same manners as the rest of the lot.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 4:30:55 GMT
Gerath notices the magi finally join them at the table and moves closer to him. "Garrett, I'm glad you saw fit to join us. Come with your arcane knowledge and lore of lost things have you heard of these...Skolldir before. If not its to be I don't blame you, we can't all be perfect," he finishes with a grin knowing the magi will not want to push his luck a second time on neutral ground. As he moves he feels a slight sway to the ground as if he might have had a little to much mead already. Quickly sitting down Gerath once again gets comfortable but this time making sure to be safely within arms reach of the magi and between him and the others. Gerath's eyebrows furrow as he leans slightly to get a look at the door and see it still closed as if he is expecting company and then looks back to the Skolldir. His face showing nothing but honest interest he asks ",Please honored guest, do tell us where it is your tribe hides themselves as we are all curious to know."
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Post by johan on Sept 13, 2013 4:53:46 GMT
Johan looks over to Gerath and dips his head slightly in an acknowledging at the compliment directed at him about the pelts.
"I appreciate your words Gerath, but in all honesty it is not such a feat. There is very little else to do in the mountains other than hunt and train when I am the only one there. If I am going to continue to serve Nise without a tribe I have to direct my talents towards the feral animals and creatures of the valley. As I was explaining to Steinholf earlier this year has actually been a rather dry one all things considered. Usually in a years time I am able to collect far more pelts and even more ears of the vermin hiding in the mountains. Although seeing as I have been scouring the mountain cliffs I find it odd that I have not had opportunity to run into our guest here"
Johan seems to be calming down more as he pours more mead into him and doesn't seem to be trying to be as provoking as he was before but it's clear he is still interested in the creature that claims to hail from the area he has been living for years.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 13, 2013 8:52:14 GMT
At long last did the plate before him clatter with nothing but the resin of bones and dollops of remaining gravy from the meats. Finishing off what was left before him while he waited for his mead to cool down to a fair temperature, he at first dipped his neck in acceptance to the cleric's words upon bringing his offer before the moot. However he stopped himself mid tankard drink as he looked to Johan then Gareth who seemed all too eager to know what mysteries lay behind the Alpha's history and heritage. Singling out more so when Johan explained how his people must not be very plentiful due to their scarcity amongst human sight. At a usual time, Skoll would have taken this further to heart from the ugly truth of it all. But, he was not here to make enemies. He was here to rectify the state of things as they are, and make himself worthy by proving his strength to these people who his own kin have neglected for so many centuries.
"It would bring me great honor to present my case and offerings to your moot and the Battlemaiden. Unfortunately, she does not reside within a place of my own personal favor of gods though my people have greatly acknowledged her before. The only god that has shown me the greatest of blessings and help has always been Gorum, and even then he does not get my fullest devotion. My people recognize the strength of one's sword arm as well as one's heart and soul. People who are -truly- worthy to dine in the presence of the pantheon in the life after. Those heroes and warriors are the true inspirations to me and my people. They're the ones who deserve praise, our forefathers and foremothers who remain immortal in name in the Skolldir's view." The wolf man stated only to dip his head in respect for his long since begotten ancestors, even raising his mug in their memory before drinking heavily to the mere mention of them. Setting down the tankard afterwords to continue his thought.
"Mayhaps you are confused as to why I cherish my ancestors even more so than the gods themselves, and wonder why none of you have ever seen us before until now? I assure you this is connected in some manner, humans. My people have kept to themselves from most of your eyes aside from the wandering gaze of a few overly curious humans." As he stated this he eyed Johan rather directly as he had addressed him in the tense of his own clan. Was quite a worrisome thought that these wolf men knew a good bit about them but not vice versa. "However, perhaps in doing so we are paying for such selfish preservation of our kind. Our mistrust in the outside world and it's people has lead to the entire extinction of the Skolldir in whole. The reason I present myself as the eldest son and the Alpha of my clan is because I am the last that remains." He finally states as his gaze averts down briefly, hiding his mouth gently within the tankard as he drinks far more heavily. A similar manner to a person who has gone through much and wishes to wash the painful realizations of life away.
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Post by johan on Sept 13, 2013 13:10:56 GMT
There is a bit of tension that can be felt hanging in the air as the wolfman speaks and centers his gaze on Johan and tell his story of loss and self preservation. For a moment it looks like Johan wants to fight back again as he is still a little apprehensive of the newcomer but his shoulders slump as he gives a resigned sigh, knowing all too well that feeling of loss, loneliness and doing whatever you had to to survive. He picks up the pitcher of mead and refills his own glass first before walking over and setting it down in front of the wolfman. His stance and demeanor drastically changed in an instant.
"Drink up and enjoy our hospitality until the moot and we will hear your words" *He said in a much calmer tone* "All of us here have experienced loss. Some more than others and it is not something any of us are unfamiliar with. As much as today is a day of peace and worship to Nise, it is also a day to reflect on the ones we lost to the bloodshed. Remember them and mourn them"
With that Johan leaves the pitcher and walks back across the room and sits down at a table with his mug and drinks from it much of the say way Skoll had just been doing looking to wash away similar painful realizations.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 13:42:27 GMT
Taking in the somber mood his companions are taking Gerath looks from Sköll and then to Johan as they tell their tails. Remaining quiet the entire time until Johan retakes his seat. After a moment of pause he adds, "I find it true when I say Nise doesn't always see fit to have our lives play out as we plan, but often times much can be gained if we only keep our faith and continue on in our sacred duty. At times I myself have felt her to be fickle at best but in the end I was never forgotten." Holding out his mug for more mead he stands, "brothers, guest," a short pause as he raises his now full mug. "This drink is in your honor. Those who have survived and carry on when the hour is darkest, but when the real moot begins know that all you habe lived for is leading to this moment." Taking a hearty gulp from his mead he begins to choke and spray it out over the floor. "You wait until now to piss in my drink girl?" He asks angrily to the serving girl snickering across the hall. "Well you seem to have perfect timing," and with that he does finish his mead this time despite the spoiled liquid to show his sincerity and takes his seat.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 14, 2013 0:10:58 GMT
After turning his attention to Johan who spoke these encouraging words to the wolf man, it was a clear indication of exactly what sort of agony the ranger had also endured for him to stand by a creature he considered a largely wavered enemy to that of one of his own. Seeing him place the pitcher before the lupine-spawn Skoll eyed at the rest of them and couldn't help but break a satisfied grin across his face. Gripping the handle of the pitcher in full before raising the drink to the rest of them in toast for the wellness of all who will come before the moot.
"Well said human. It's a shame our people will never know the truth behind each other and the brotherhood that could have been shared in the shadow of Eisenfjord. But who knows, the gods conspire in many cruel and unusual ways, maybe more is yet to be seen behind the Skolldir in the future." Skoll had finally finished his thought only to give off a grunt of approval with the rest of them, quickly batting the hatches down for the rush of the warm plentiful mead down his throat. This would have been a constant flow of leisure, would have Gareth did not sputter out his own tainted mead who he could clearly hear snickering of the other devotes who served him in their own display of bold and brave intention. The wolf couldn't help but spread a big grin and let off a hearty laugh at this as he finished the pitcher, enjoying the pleasant company of his new soon to be brethren.
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 15, 2013 2:51:26 GMT
Garrett ignored his guard for the most part, but did answer the initial question. "He's from a race of, long thought, dead men who appear to be wolves that predate the clans arrival." He said, before getting himself a glass of mead and downing it like a proper drinker. He cut into his meat, keeping his manners proper, but not any more than the others.
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