Re: A New Dawn
Tralistaire waves his arm again, though Anora's comment makes him smile. "No, of course not - though our reputation does, I assure you, exist, one could hardly expect it to have spread to a place where neither we, nor, indeed, anyone else, has visited from afar. Believe me, less isolated towns than this have," he bows his head modestly, "Somehow, overlooked us."
"Right now, I fear, I owe you less an explanation and more an apology; this conversation has quickly ranged beyond my intentions, and appears to be stirring up a good deal more discomfort than is needed. Perhaps I can alleviate some of this by laying a few more of our cards down, as it were." He looks to the others, briefly, pausing longest at Orm'gha.
"Skel'cha'ach," he pauses again, and Orm'gha gives a very slight nod, "Soulthinker Bloodsteel," Tralistaire finishes, "Was Orm'gha's younger brother. His truly is a tale for another time, and not mine to tell, but I may say that he was not an Adept, but simply... young, even younger than yourselves."
Orm'gha's deeper voice interjects, "And then a Horror found him. And now he is Not."
Tralistaire nods, waiting a moment to see if the Troll is going to continue, and then goes on himself. "Indeed. Orm'gha, rather than meekly accepting his loss, set out to avenge his brother; he found others who had been touched by the same Horror, and, in time, we Named ourselves Skel'cha'ach's Avengers, in his memory."
"There is," Calisaren interrupts briefly, "Power in Names."
Nodding, the T'skrang holds onto his thread. "And there you have our purpose and beginning. The end, I fear, is yet to be told; we hunt the creature still." He sighs at that, looking down for a moment, and then shrugs.
"Well, we are nothing if not tenacious," he laughs, and Flechette rolls her eyes. "And in the meantime, we have done good - a daring exploration here, a dashing rescue there. Why--" He breaks off as Jenette stands up suddenly, her head tilted a little to the side.