Xelten/Logs/20220412

April 12, 2022 - Mentor Society Ranger Teaching Night, Riverhaven Guild

Context: Please bear in mind that these particular calendar events are intended to be quasi-OOC. Words and actions of some of these characters may not reflect their actual opinions.

A great deal of other actions and conversations were scrubbed from the log in order to show only conversation pertaining to the topic of Anmuva.

Point of view: Xelten

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You say, "Our recent gathering in Forfedhdar bore some fruit which may interest some. It would seem the peculiar individual bearing antlers, seen some time ago in this very place, has turned out to be a Kather. And one who is exceptionally attuned to Nature."

Tahliy angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Pfanston says, "Kather eh."

Tahliy asks, "A Kather?"

Lopto asks, "Can we eat that?"

Lopto grins.

Sceth says, "Probably can lick it."

You say, "Anything can be eaten if you are committed."

Stillgar laughs!

Antharos nods to Lopto.

Pfanston says, "The Kather are a small gnome-like race. But I seem to remember this one was tall."

Stillgar says, "Ahh tossable."

Lopto says, "Dont worry about commitment to culinary feats.. I got that covered."

Lopto strikes a heroic pose.

Sceth asks, "Ammo?"

Stillgar just nudged Sceth.

Lopto says, "Dinner."

Lopto nods.

Lopto takes a bite of the wolves.

Antharos says, "More like appetizer."

Zaranos asks, "Related to Snare?"

You say, "I would advise a less violent approach, in this case."

Pfanston says, "Maybe I can convince them to join the Gnome Ammo Corps. GAC for short."

Stillgar laughs!

You say, "He told us that he would continue watching, to see what we know of the wilds."

Tahliy angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Pfanston says, "Yer kidding."

Ishimmer asks, "Watchin rangas?"

Stillgar says, "So no using the outhouse bushes i guess...."

Tahliy says, "Sounds like he wants to know if we're worthy of something, mayhaps."

Stillgar snorts, loudly.

You smirk.

Pfanston says, "Watching rangers could put you in the looney bin."

Lopto says, "Sure. I got this covered."

Lopto gives his rump a shake, sending the tail on his armadillo costume waving in the air.

Harsh quietly says, "Like me, peekin through the window when you have your secret meetings."

Harsh nods.

You say, "He is capable of rapid, full form shapeshifting. That, at least, should be worth attention, if not the wisdom of one who claims to understand dragons better than we."

Sceth raises an eyebrow.

Pfanston says, "Give me a dragon companion and we dont need no stinking shap shifting."

Lopto asks, "We got scales now? Close enough?"

Pfanston grins.

Antharos says, "Sure, but the minute you forget to pet your dragon, its gone."

Stillgar grins at Antharos.

Stillgar says, "Need to haul barrels of milk around..."

Sceth says, "Baby goats to feed them."

Pfanston says, "I had one provisio for companion dragons. When ever they sit somewhere in the lands a necro dies."

Harsh quietly says, "If you had a pet dragon you would burn your grove down and you know it."

Antharos asks, "Baby goats wearing pajamas?"

Stillgar exclaims, "Eep!"

Harsh scoffs at Pfanston.

Pfanston grins.

Tahliy giggles.

Sceth nods to Antharos.

Olinslag says, "Four stormbulls for lunch."

You smile slightly.

You say, "Well, if nothing else, perhaps he will find the Guild produces exactly the crops he expects."

Athanasius asks, "Anything specific we should do in order to prepare for his information Xelten?"

Athanasius mutters to himself.

Pfanston says, "Something for the gnomes to do. Bring in 4 storm bulls for dragon feeding every day."

You say to Athanasius, "Earn it."

Pfanston grins.

Harsh quietly says, "Then everyone laughs as the stormbulls run free and the dragon eats the gnomes."

Harsh smirks.

Athanasius says, "If making wise cracks and interrupting earns it then it would appear we are all set."

Antharos says, "Hard enough with the beseech quests, and now they gotta collect four storm bulls."

Tahliy nods to Athanasius.

You glance up at the sky.
The clear summertime sky shines with many twinkling stars.

It has been 441 years, 204 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Silver Unicorn.
It is currently summer and it is late evening.
You're positive it's 3 roisaen before the Anlas of Anduwen.

Tahliy angles her ears forward in curiosity.

Sceth says, "I think its intriguing."

Tahliy nods.

Antharos glances up at the sky.

Athanasius asks, "Xelten how do we earn his knowledge?"

Tydrin nods.

You say to Athanasius, "Now that is a fine question, and one the answer to which was not made so clear. He seemed to believe we spend too much time in cities, yet one could also say that being the Balance between civilization and the wilds is fundamental to a Ranger's being."

Tahliy says, "We are still of our peoples, not just of the woods."

You say, "He did at least acknowledge that the dragons have obviously shown some degree of favor, else we would not now be studying their magics."

Pfanston says, "Heh."

Pfanston says, "Thats interesting."

Ishimmer nods.

Pfanston asks, "So xelten. WE going to meet these antler folks?"

You say, "I would not be surprised if he watches even now, but whether he will approach again any time soon, I cannot say."

Pfanston nods.

You say, "And whether there are others like him among his kind, I also do not know."

Athanasius asks, "Do you have any plans to seek him out again?"

You say, "Should it come to pass that doing so seems appropriate, indeed. But time, I think, is warranted first."

Pfanston says, "In the meantime we get viggu orcs to keep us occupied."