Art looked over at Eagles Floating when he was addressed and noded. [Language unknown: "Ai ughhastic p e winepa osnino o remiom res Latingore."]

Before Art could query Eagles Floating concerning the nature of his summons, the shaman had moved on. It had been a difficult day on all of them - just like the preceding days. Particularly since the death of Black Kettle.

Art looked over to the man he believed to be Wovoka. He walked near him and bowed his head as a sign of respect. [Language unknown: "O it elceut k all saseli, Urenut. Nde eewhi M ti k hoevallahi?"]
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Many looked to her as they spoke, healed, and gathered directions for the Ghost Dance to honor the fallen. Avery had bent her back slightly to peer down into her towing satchel and pull out a pot to cradle it within the nook of her arm. Like a cat, she was quiet, demure, and aloof for the time being, fixating now  on the little pot as her fingers swirled around the rim, her nail making a soft scathing sound the slowly began to get a bit more like how water sounds when it's rolling off stone.

Being addressed, her eyes flicked upward to the face of the man whom answered Rabbit's curiosity about her. " Big one.." Her brow furrowed a little and she turned her head to look at the zealot and wheels in her mind started to turn.

" No. Tis be one o' a dwindlin' kind." She raised the pot to those around Floating, including Rabbit. The pot had what looked like a little over a pint of clear water within. " I wait ta rebuild my tribe, too many threats brewin'."


Mama Avery rolled 7,3 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,3. Element Manipulate [Water].

"I speak English well, if that would be preferable to you." Wovoka says. "Tell me, how did you come to be with my brothers among the Cheyenne?"

"You come here for husband?" Rabbit asks, very confused by Mama Avery's reply. The pot gets an uncertain, wary look once Rabbit's controlled the urge to flinch from things raised to face height. "...what...what is it?"
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Art smiled at the question from Wovoka, and spoke in his customary brogue at Wovoka's request. "English be fine with me if it be fine with you, though it be a long story."

"When I be younger, I be a wanderer - leaving me family behind ta explore on me own a bit. Me family lived southeast of here", he pointed toward the southeast to emphasize, "-though sort of in the wilderness. They be able to grow things well and live off the land with the help of the spirits. When I leave, I be guided through the wilderness toward the south, learning much about flora, fauna, and self. I also be stumbling on some larger cities and be meeting folk there. The city did no seem like a good place for me, though. No so much as the open land. So I be leaving after some time and wandering even further to the south."

"After some time, I be led to the land of the Coyote by the spirits. I be meeting those within - Cherokee, Comanche, and Cheyenne. Eagles Floating be teaching me much about the spirits, how to be listening to them and asking for them to help. Me parents first taught me and me brothers and sisters a bit, but I be learning even more from Eagles Floating and those of the other peoples of the land of the Coyote."

He fell silent having told Wovoka the very basics. There was a great deal more, but he wasn't certain if this was the time or place to dig into the details of his recent history any further.

Moses nods a curt greeting at Mama Avery, but then turns around, revealing his many scars criss-crossing his back.
He strides over to where Little Crow still lies helpless on the ground.

He pulls Crazy Horse's war club from his waistband, not to threaten, but rather to slightly lean on it as he crouches down next to the traitorous indian.

"Little Crow" he says, softly. "You are a traitor of your race. You say you want to fight the white man. But then why do you follow Raven?"

The stocky Sioux just glares at Moses.

In reply to Art C. Wiley (msg # 359):

Wovoka nods, taking in Art's story. "Tell me, what have you learned of the Ghost Dance?"

The negro stares back. A long, silent minute passes. Then a bee sits down on Moses' hands and walks down his fingers, flittering its wings, once, twice, then takes off again.
"You are right, Lord. Moses forgot the curse of Babel."

19:03, Today: Moses rolled 1,11 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,(6+5)11. Faith to speak language.
Damn. What a nice roll, wasted.
19:05, Today: Moses rolled 1,3 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,3. white chip.

19:05, Today: Moses rolled 7,1 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,1. white chip.

He looks back down at Little Crow and sighs. Then he speaks again, still softly and non-threatingly.
[Language unknown: "Eihimi ng ainoveortone wasrutoer onvir, e n onher terwe haart, sonallhat lese atonse wil m miunin, heevek ek daynd. A ncring of saan Ek, ho a Elecna. Aiof ort inou Utfius. Heret ulti linlaroul k aveni?"]
He pauses, briefly, as if waiting for some sort of reaction, then continues.
[Language unknown: "Stpro thothienc we thithiainver Pranno enati fiur unal k Ac. Noomwe aranil erera Usospa dernottho oveur ethi ha Est. Antthavor anac'ofac t est k ithees ec tho nttato ith. I ai es, tr latromeau adil anytraast day isilasplpl a artie haeric respa niul tesi ckntai utkor Ortforhas statrasetset. Etred pone illwhetha teall k loho e dayameson ruttraard stnc resencoul k ofmo aneire o."]
Again, a short break where Moses draws a deep breath.
[Language unknown: "Iou enni th ithamedin oul, Latterest. Str enc olthtota ilati redallshetheort Lilldi-cack."]
He shrugs.
[Language unknown: "Tio n whiur beonei verll kor redromtio ove ekriee eve iouratvoroulsta stiectterthawas. Thanotrea adcaat onear asst hatsetureure. Staestint, Hainun reica no inene Heromeone chheal, ichoulstr proer Hasstrtertin ac thu e lolees ou sead ioesac loie us rut ad wakor the."]
He clears his throat.
[Language unknown: "T ur ecas-tapl, ng men estpe peprou thuersant Siwhpa etast oneicaenc. Eveio a mela tader intfornce Thu. U erspo ta forionvor n setni wit fouspe paadiv iliono. Nack ne t ar preoer'strbutiou oreichion."]
Moses' voice grows more urgent.
[Language unknown: "Patr mions Arant Enous stinotthu, linsomtic ss mo men entsetbut oeriverutthi nc thestrlin p Pre. Whiouldin omess nce ivouen ni shestista daylattha, san ain tio llaimo ard ard al Oresa."]

His eyes seem to look deep into Little Crow's soul as he continues to speak.

[Language unknown: "Ratat larlo cemano laurte ee ble fiwhe, nola. Ee ioast ardredcomate ai omwahe orthatast esslesers has ent elliil. Ll hererasan u itome Uril Ario."]

He points somewhere behind himself. [Language unknown: "Ble ounhision u ion tedillher he Niatri-beus. Ma m u n name tecaivri. Ers ouskornte"], he points South, [Language unknown: "stireaone thi fiteus stmo Loeewe io Lohise, hislature entconain ol rea ce nture wiitto ek ingthuwering albe Wernd Eefo any al pechnica. Fiaiun seen, ng it wilvorset i Virestent erfi notne nte der plio sinidi redri nifoen thull etrom cktrof.

Ol day ivtapa ioutraour, Tinoreess Ca, un Himind."]

He turns around, taking Bear Butte and the surroundings in.

[Language unknown: "Ill a ourin foral, ave, ratof ounsanrat lomast n his il tra. Po Day ecwi omeallshe reth ec Sitano. Mosean illearhou iefoce, re u bleevewhi ri, un ain, hotoof e plncei, assa he ur nceounlat, as o out latentsan me thiwhikor, ee bepa ntriwa el i toou."]
He turns back to Little Crow.

[Language unknown: "Iouareyin o urevenherect conca peatou Ngecolla ek rotr Ckivonhe, Ngevla Fo. O e sonillwiteen eauhouder kor ecthiserasta as o ouwe setwasand diinwe unatntng."]

He folds his arms on Crazy Horse's coup stick again.
[Language unknown: "N ofll n, Paouto Isan: Ou o cahat manmentin o es traes i tabebe ss not mihoatar nafo i tra ent ndcapr tra oerad? Ard i arter essouther hi urous sti ee derticter ni traromvir ecne atintible arckck diarnd uloumiho?"]

" Ya fin' it odd?.." Avery posed the inquiry with a arch brow, a women of her age normally didn't attract many suitors yet what she lacked in youthful innocence, she closed the distance with experience and moxy. As she would see it, a good fight would thin out the herd a little and make picking a sturdy man all the more suitable, but.. Like she had stated, that will have to wait. " It matters not.." She started, seeing the young orient woman wince a little, Avery cradled the pot away from the girl and tipped it a little so she could still look inside.

" D'is be only water... See." Like she was before, her dark finger touched the inner rim of the pot and slowly winds her finger, around and around until that trickling sounds of water came. Rippling the small pool's surface, without her ever touching it, as it grew larger and seemed a bit heavier.. there must have been almost two liters of water in the pot now.. " Ya can't get cleaner water in de middle o nowhere, childe. Ya drink wit' meh, yea'?"


20:47, Sun 11 Aug 2013: Mama Avery rolled 6,8 using d8,d6, rerolling max ((6,(6+2)8)).
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"N-no, your accent is hard to me, many aporogies," Rabbit bows slightly. "My father, he also a last son of his clan, from landslide, and go far to get wife. I think it good thing!" the faint ghost of a grin touched the youth's face.

The appearance of water from iron and air gets a wide-eyed stare. "You are a shamen?" There's awed admiration in Rabbit's voice. The tall woman had to be very powerful. "Will...will you join Ghost Dance with us?" Rabbit still hesitates just a moment, but if the tall lady would drink it was probably all right. Rabbit swaps hands with the lazor and fights an arm out of Moses' coat to dip a cupped palm into the pot and drink.

"Thank you," Rabbit says with a shy smile, washing cool water over the throat-ache of tears that cannot come. "I am Screaming Rabbit. It good to drink with you. Many thanks."

A faint smile curled Art's lips at the question from such a man. "I be knowing very little compared to some, but I be very interested in what I do hear. From what I be understanding, the Ghost Dance be about unity. Uniting the living with the spirits of the dead. Uniting the native peoples of the land under a common belief and bringing peace and prosperity to all of the unified tribe. It be about a peaceful end to the expansion of the Europeans. Some of the Lakota be thinking that it be leading to a major transformation. That the Ghost Dance be springing up when all the other craziness come back to the world no be coincidence."

Art paused with his mouth slightly ajar then closed it before speaking again. "Though I be hoping to hear more from you, who has such great wisdom and understanding of the dance. Black Kettle be teaching us all about how to be living life the right way - now he be gone, but I did promise the great chief that we be dancing the Ghost Dance for him. I also be curious what you be thinking of this." Art lifted his staff off the ground and slowly extended it toward the Paiute.

In reply to Moses (msg # 363):

The stocky brave listens impassively to Moses' speech, then makes a show of yawning. [Language unknown: "Iou th ulame wheble'ainhis wetr? Thdi cendta iopre acaibe ei k. Conil sonsi lin ovehi le eiof oveticore meurol ssolch pl, ca] nigger [Language unknown: k foac asmi. On ticingith ti selar inewasenc lessommen holes comreaone son man weienoan thu st e etes waetac. Hostr aick t uldi] nigger, [Language unknown: A thuallver. Hasiv difiar li manpl ckhend ntestaugh enctr, pr fitrna ni peouce ckwi i itul dinti. Ess hohi terectforioupre nceat vor ha ounthuere wiio cero prewheica pa. Eesom, stase thapo m ndeng] nigger [Language unknown: oulithout.]

In reply to Art C. Wiley (msg # 366):

The young shaman nods. "The Ghost Dance is as you say. It is powerful medicine. I can teach you, as I hope to teach many of those who have learned the ways of the spirits. But the Ghost Dance needs many to perform it, if it is to pierce the worlds. Black Kettle learned the Ghost Dance from my father Tavibo, who learned it from Wodziwob, and I would gladly pass what I know to you. I will dance for Black Kettle and, if the spirits will it, he will live again. Will you dance by my side?"

The negro's voice is soft now.
Moses shrugs.

10:23, Today: Moses rolled 5,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,4. Faith for Inspiration. alright, giving me +2 to Persuasion when Storytelling.

[Language unknown: "Ek i oundei tr ei Alckckna, ine El Son e manca Adar Mowil ati ich."]
Moses stands up.
[Language unknown: "Diekpo p Not siut il asiv prpo wasta, nteoneill pe Etriev. Venratromrea ecant llwhi u ol assess. Ectthaour, Ofto, Areounles, Fitasi whdiol. Romughati icdin Maselite. La etpereen hi res siofin. Som nckor ect whe tiolatset t il k no ceevsi olalti m Foreauarttho He stros houineave a towhei ad p loio Venkoryin Wi. Utseat intbutthi en sononeeen, tiain ardandtic neent po hi illatende, oulantorerative. Isce olth pre nte whiintint notouttha. Wilio tho ul ol hiurarwe. Ad ous ntnoev i tiong Witiwiac i le Llek-atssth eshat pl erll ev was wiwiutas re ev nantmi thore.
Ngivho ati il dayousdin ck eveeenfor encac, wer miivil rutiv n wasardlat m ndfoai vorwa, en il art hacato n tachom arer. Andev neate fi na verpo hawipe is k reavenintfor. Icdi nt artth tic Rohoen-masi findckpl, en strortrom unchloil. Ioha ort ntiersard ecie, onsratore ectoerenc, u it proearconect ecund shear se m osoles amethoine. Nilo mo beolno] niggers."
Moses spits the last word out.

[Language unknown: "Wilthuwit whiartvir hefo ekar ek not llnola vir. Ourev larereoul m itseck i Ticconterkor hiut erwiheec utul thioulvir. Venel et pranei il erpl ng Strmanles ha Nteble-eveant ndst loicut ni esac utilti? M kor ithanyhisthe utloioetet ion Pemina ic pran, rehe ceous prlisi Encticcon forus hint ive anulat m ek hererswas t Il?"
]

10:46, Today: Moses rolled 5,9 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,(6+3)9. Persuasion.
+2 Inspiration
-2 Charisma

[Language unknown: "Orebe niicar m wer enc sta o eveear'ughove etofec."] Little Crow says. He laughs out loud at Moses' offer. [Language unknown: "Ine hobere iou ainoutrea Ne itadta ndpela ckou wilerewil ossier ive satho es Io anncpl iouek? Alse ac rutallsti icter noulnc Ol stsail lin io at wiar ll osbeck her ncasei asnefo ic hiove nosan hisipe?"]

Two of the Dog Soldiers, however, step up.

[Language unknown: "Ni moshe ie, naul ati sible?"] One, a burly male (Art recognizes him as Walks The night Alone) says in halting Sioux. [Language unknown: "Ul sa, Er untoil ca. Our li caaifi. Arrint tinri,: er ughlatwer m intousent o Ratundres Ent, "i tolar ssiope."]

[Language unknown: "O santwi o, ic."] Says another brave, a woman (Art knows her as Kills Iron Horse). [Language unknown: "I iswaul teromeoer som to ortoreund. Ard E mansetica mina blere."]

((OOC: Tale-Telling (which is what Inspiration modifies) is used to reduce Fear levels by spreading tales of heroism and tales of beating back the darkness. It's not very useful in persuading people to do much, more to let them know that something evil was put down and won't be bothering them any more. So it's not really going to work on Little Crow himself. It's also modified by the Fear Level, so that 9 is reduced to a 5.

That said, you guys did just defeat Raven, and in the presence of people who might wish to spread the cautionary tales of the consequences of dealing with Raven. The Cheyenne dog soldiers, for instance, were considering joining up with the Ravenites before this fight, but the Tale-Telling will likely convince them otherwise. This will lower the Fear Level in this patch of the mountains (you'd need to tale-tell to the entire Wicasa Council to lower the overall Fear Level of Bear Butte), which means you've just earned the group a Legend chip.))

(OOC: Legend Chip - Woohoo!)



Moses nods, gratefully, to the Dog Soldiers.
[Language unknown: "Itelst isnith eresa. T isre poenc illughrat thull, moeau are are omard Fonisi whpamechan eviv ss con ous."]

He turns back to Little Crow.
[Language unknown: "Ter as of na ceei ri Preencnot set, est hastac ni ut wh eau pl eemi ennemo nawipl whri fi atiectpre whi trtho ectonsthu. Taitme nabe laravence, pl inenotsan.
Pewa",] he indicates the Dog Soldiers, [Language unknown: "ni fi ai p ng Ndel ne artasa ain ast mefo en Eveanyles, Ndaspl, pril plse ec red et ti whivorwasund be estril.
K onil plun een ro thca Hatsansan ess o. Rotin pr Ome nithe niutle illat for atestirut oreoutmanate pois rearesect encene ithtedher stad nc rutverver i eenofo maar neilun com ichlarthi. U alwaho ent as ss lar vir P I stee Loni, thaou a wer ss wingetce er inell."]


Well, not a total bust... Intimidation of 7.

12:02, Today: Moses rolled 2 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2. Blue chip on top.
12:02, Today: Moses rolled 5,3 using d4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (4+1)5,3. Moses.

((OOC: I want to end this thread and move on to the next day, so I need to know what sorts of things are you expecting to do, who are you waiting on, and so on. I need this info so I can make summaries.))

((OOC: I'm ready to wrap up. I'm unsure if the Ghost Dance is going to happen now, soon, or in a few days.
If it's soon, I'd wait for it to end (unless it is something that's going to take like a full week). If it's a a few days off, because it has yet to be prepared, I'd take the beginning of my diciples into Deadwood. :-)

((OOC: I am pretty much only really waiting on the Ghost Dance and whatnot.))

[[Rabbit wants to:
- Guard Wovoka
- keep Thunder Walker's corpse safe/deal with it respectfully in the hopes it won't come back wrong, e.g. hopping
- Give Moses his clothes back when warmed up
- see if Mama Avery will sell/trade her some better things to trade with the natives, so's  Rabbit can get clothing that doesn't leave her a) freezing and b) highly visible as Chinese at 500 paces.

Rabbit will also work out some way to sleep alone/away from people, even if it means minor trickery and/or sleeping outside among the trees.

edit: and dance if there is dancing to be done, 'course, but I got the impression Wovoka had to convince the Great Council to corral all their shamans first, probably on the morrow.]]
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Art nodded at the request without hesitation. "I would be honored to join you in the dance for Black Kettle, and for any others you think we should be dancing for as well. I also hope you will teach me more about the dance than I already have learned from Black Kettle."

In reply to Tan Xiaohan (msg # 365):

" D'ere be many a name fer me, if y'all need help, I will see w'at I can do." Mama stated, letting the girl take as much water as she liked before lifting the pot to take a drink. Her ears  almost felt pricked as one of the men said a peculiar word.  Wheels turned in her mind, but thefact of there being a female brave was.. Interesting...


If Rabbit needs clothes, Avery has some spare. She has money, but nothing she'd be willing to trade other then some spare knives.

"I think we need all shamans that will come," Rabbit says, returning to being a bundle. It's clear the stray Chinese is very impressed by Mama Avery's skills, if a little wary of people in general.

"Do you have name you like more, for calling?"

[[knives are good! Metal knives have decent prestige attached and are very useful to the natives. If Mama has some bandages or clean cloth wrappings Rabbit'll be interested in those, too, since there's only so much she can shorten her bindings before getting on to riskier sources like hems. More witter in OOC thread.]]

Thus ends Chapter 2. I'll be opening a new thread for you all shortly. In the meantime, there's some stuff to take care of in the Story So Far thread.