In reply to Kirpich Rockson (msg # 335):

He seems confounded, but after a halting translation, three things become clear: he was hungry before he slept, he did not sleep well, but is also no longer hungry.

The translator asks why so many questions.

In reply to Village laborer (msg # 337):

"Somebody was active last night in removing the oil from one of the lamps. We wanted to ask who and why, but after seeing oil on your lips and mud on your footwear, we can work out who. But we still do not know why..."

They likely use an animal oil as fuel..

In reply to Kirpich Rockson (msg # 338):

Lost a post when everything 404'd

After some assistance from a translator, the rather confused laborer admits that he went to sleep hungry, and slept heavily, and woke without feeling hungry.

The translator is not quite sure what you are getting at, and says also that the lamps use Nataneabura, which comes from seeds.

In reply to Village laborer (msg # 340):

"So he sleepwalks and has midnight snack of lamp oil?" Kirpich starts to see the funny side of it.

"We werre concerned he had more nefarious plans when he made our lamp go out..."

In reply to Kirpich Rockson (msg # 341):

The lamp was hanging about seven feet off the ground... He is around 5'4"...

In reply to Narrator (msg # 342):

The old man eyes the greasy fellow suspiciously, but then he looks upon your group that way as well.

Balir stands there quietly, listening to the conversation and occasionally looking over, from the place where he is playing sentry.

Little here makes sense... let us be on our way.

In reply to Aethul (msg # 345):

"Indeed. We should check nothing is missing, and leave this for the village elders to resolve. It is od, but does not seem criminal. Thank you, sir for your hospitality. Let us be on our way then."

He will check his items, and if nothing is missing, he will depart.

Likewise

Balir nods in assent, although he doesn't say anything.  He's normally quite talkative, but in this case he didn't have much to say.  It seemed the matter was mostly on the level of religion and magic, nothing he had any firsthand experience with.

Balir will check over his inventory against his mental checklist, and then proceed to depart along with his fellow travelers.

The interaction should provide him ample opportunity to ask Kirpich about his pantheon, the difference he saw with the town, and how he views religion in general...

In reply to Balir Ironhide (msg # 348):

after a quick check of gear, you head out. as the raised road continues along the flooded lands, you begin to hear an ominous buzzing sound.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 349):

Kirpich will try to determine what and where it is coming from...

[Private to GM: Rolled 6, perception 16.]

Balir will listen to see what's going on.  He hasn't probably heard anything like this, and so he'll assume it's some sort of bee swarm.  But, if it's loud enough to be heard, it could be dangerous...

Aethul tries to place the sound...



[Private to GM:  20:14, Today: Aethul rolled 10 using 3d6.  IQ.  made by 2]

In reply to Aethul (msg # 352):

That sounds like many insect wings...

In reply to Abomination (msg # 353):

Can it be seen?

In reply to Kirpich Rockson (msg # 354):

There appears to be a dense haze over the flooded farmland that quickly resolves into a cloud of large mosquito like insects, that are closing in fast!

Balir eyes the swarm nervously, stroking his beard absently with his right hand before resting it on the handle of his axe. His eyes will narrow for a moment as he looks ad the cloud in front of him. Finally he asks “What iz this?  Some sort ov a threat?  Is this dangerous?  What manner ov sorcery iz this?”
This message was last edited by the player at 19:17, Thu 27 June 2019.

Flying Blood suckers... quite a few of them, we need cover quickly.

In reply to Aethul (msg # 357):

Couple of quick questions Kirpich could probably tell at a glance.

How many cubic yards of earth would need to be shaped to open the ground beneath us and create a shelter? How long do we have before these things are on us?

In reply to Kirpich Rockson (msg # 358):

A rudimentary shelter would require a minimum of 27 yards, (two deep by 3x3 abd the rest to build a domed stable roof.

Balir slowly backs away from the flying blood suckers, while he takes a mental inventory of his stuff.  After a few seconds, he states in a bit of an annoyed tone  "I hav nothing to fight zem with.  Just my axe."

In reply to Narrator (msg # 359):

And how long before they get here?