Conversations on the Road
Subject Conversations on the road
Kevin: Kal is receptive when/if Harp starts talking to him.
From: Porter
Subject Conversatoins on the road
"Sure thing, Harp. You should know more about your people. They're a proud race of strong warriors. Let's start with some words you might hear in a confrontation or challenge with a small group of orcs. Now this first word literally means "elven whore", but really it's just a generic put-down...."
From: Karl
Subject Conversations on the road
R O T F L ! ! !
From: Kevin
Subject Conversations on the road
OOC: Porter, do you have a list of the orcish words you have been using? I do not know where you are getting those from (your own vocabulary or a pre-determined one).
IC: Harp stutters at hearing the word and its explanation from Mund. "Well, I'm sure that would get most orcs riled up, but do you know any that don't insult the elves? I know you don't like elves a whole lot, but I have some good friends that I would trust my life with and that I don't want to offend. I am thinking along the lines of challenging their bravery, their skill at arms, that type of thing. I should probably learn some regular conversations."
From: Kevin
Subject Conversations on the road
As Harp rides along, he pulls up along Salix and lets him know that Harp will take up the rear guard. As he drops back and passes Kal he motions him to drop back to the rear with Harp. As the two slow their mounts to let the others pass, Harp looks to the elf, his hair cut and slashed, and asks him quietly "How are you doing?"
From: Porter
Subject Conversations on the road
IC:
Mund laughs, and slaps Harp on the shoulder. "You don't understand what I'm saying. Viadlak is a word that you are going to hear from other orcs, no matter how you feel about elves."
"Now you can't get all prissy on my and avoid learning any any "crude words". By "civilized" standards, most of orcish is crude. Almost all strong words are insulting or foul it you want to take them that way."
"And if you're gonna talk with orcs, you can't pussy-foot around strong words. If you talk weak, they're gonna take that as an act of submission. Unless you're backing down, you've got to get in their face and insult them as much as they insulted you."
OOC:
I'm taken back to my mission in Brazil where my companion made sure that I knew the common swear words in Portuguese, so that I would understand what other people were saying.
Unfortunately, I have not kept a list of the orcish words I've been using. I wish I had. That would be quite an undertaking to try to compile them at this point.
I think I made all of them up. What I usually do is take a word or a sound and then make is sound more Klingon. For example, viadlak comes from a Portuguese swear word viado, and then I changed the ending to make it sound harsher and more gutteral.
From: Mark
Subject Conversations on the road
Just a quick note. There is not much chance for conversation while riding. The party is a full gallop most of the time. This pace would kill horses in a day if it were not for the hurtloam. They are moving at twice their normal rate.
From: Karl
Subject Conversations on the road
Salix rides in the lead with singular determination. He watches the woods around him intently, and listens to the breeze. He knew there were dangers in many parts of the forest and that dark and impetuous forces had taken hold in some areas, but he couldn't think of anything specific that would require the Stormfather's direct intervention. In fact, in all the years he'd been a druid, the Fathers and Mothers among them had almost exclusively taken teaching, administration, and ambassadorship roles. Not that they didn't actually get out and see the forest or that they had stopped being hands-on stewards of Obad-Hai, but grunt work was usually what the younger trainees did, and surely a Brother or Sister could handle any problem of the woods or wildlands that Salix had ever heard of. It bothered him immensely that he had no idea even of the nature of the "disturbance" MountainSister Sephira spoke of.
As the party rides in the early mornings and late afternoons he sends Noctis up ahead to scout out the path, with orders to report back immediately if he sees any trouble.
He rides on in silence, occasionally looking back to make sure the rest of the party was keeping pace, but not initiating any conversation himself.
(OOC - though he will respond if someone else starts something.)
From: Kevin
Subject Conversations on the road
IC: "I understand. I was just thinking of insults that don't also insult my friends, if I can avoid them. If I can call someone the cowardly bastard of a kobold and a sewer rat instead of an elven ...." Harp's words trail off, tyring not to say the end of that curse.
I know that I won't be talking civilized, but I don't have to go out of my way to say things that may hurt my friends.
OOC: Ok, I just wanted to make sure that you did not have a pre-existing vocabulary you were using.
From: Kevin
Subject Conversations on the road
OK, then when we are in camp then. There will have to be some down time. Harp will offer to take a watch with Kal so they can talk some.
From: Josh
Subject Conversations on the road
Kal looks at Harp and smiles. "Alright, considering. How does it feel to be out of command?"
From: Kevin
Subject Conversations on the road
"Well, I didn't really want to be in command in the first place. You know, it was not that long ago that I was just a corporal, and even that took me a couple of years. I had sort of resolved myself to being put in some out of the way garrison, sort of like Halpin back there. Away from civilized people, but somewhere that I could not screw up too bad.
You have no idea how hard my first years with the Order were. But, something seemed to happened on the trip to meet Rochelle, the one where we met. All of a sudden, what they had been trying to teach me in the Order, the drills, the teaching, the instruction, all seemed to make sense. I mean, learning how to swing a sword was easy enough, but strategy, planning, learning how to control what you want to do and learning how to do what you have to do, that did not make much sense to me. But, out there on the trail, and more so in that damn dungeon, it seemed to fall into place. I still didn't like it very much, but I started to think that maybe having a plan worked better than just winging it. What do you think? Can an orc like me learn a new trick?"