In reply to Melock (msg # 264):

Hoskar grins broadly. And if the unicorn riders find out about that wild ride, maybe you'll become "unique" in a way your missis would find rather disappointing.

Ohanzee laughs at Hoskar's comment having been beaten to it and adds "Oh he's special all right too."

Then generally "So you going to sit there drinking or decided against coming to see them?"
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Melock shrugs, "Their temple is in the rubble, I don't think we'll make it back for tomorrow's celebrations if we head there now, which is why I asked if we could visit them on the way to rescue Delenda, that's if she being held were the trolls live."

'Do you plan to do with the Pyre Brigade on this raid?' Temush asks Amara, 'I don't think the unicorn women will be keen on them.'

"Ok..." Ohanzee replies "and the Waha temple is in town, but that doesn't mean we are there all the time. Where is their tribe, or clan?"

"From what I gather, they keep to themselves so I think they live near their temple. Well I hope so as I don't know anywhere else to look for them." Melock tops his plate of food up, "Grundar, do you know anything about the Unicorn riders?"

Amara shrugged "Well, if we can persuade the unicorn riders to join us, we could always ask the pyre brigade to remain at the temple in Pavis. If we can't persuade the unicorn riders, then perhaps they should come along." Amara suggested "Having options is always a good thing."

Also grabbing some food, Grundar replies to Melock, No, I'm afraid not, although I travelled through the Plains to get here, I've not had much to do with Unicorn Riders - I prefer the company of those whose horned steeds are of a more substantial nature! It would be good to visit some, however, just in case they have news of my sister. He points at Melock's quickly diminishing plate of food, Hungry were we?

Melock nods, "They might have taken her in. Can I ask where else you've asked after her and what she looks like in case any of us have seen her on our way here." He gestures towards his plate, "Free food is always welcome."

Henal getting food and eating, speaking little. "Its true that options are a good thing, but would the pyre brigade really be with us against the trolls?"

Amara looked at Henal "Yes. They would."

The Rangers notice that the others present in the room have all gone quiet as they stop to listen to their discussion.

One of them interrupts

Hang on a minute....Are you lot going up against Uz on their home turf and in Dark season?

Ohanzee, having taken a seat again smiles in what he hopes appears a brave fashion "Right on all three counts. It's a matter of honour, pride and necessity. The time scale is not of our choosing."

'Let's not rule out where we're a bit mad.' Temush grates in his best 'cracked animal nomad' voice. As he stick his chin out his mysterious red stone pendant peeks over the neckline of his tunic.

"We've already fought them in Hell and though we didn't win, we escaped with our lives and a few other things, but not our friend." Grinning broadly, "We also tracked down and killed Tripanandar in his own home," Melock shrugs, "I can't imagine this'll be much harder."

Temush nods at Melock with a smirk. 'That's right, and what's the worst that may chance? Most of those I care for are dead and the rest are in this room (bar one or two).' He raises his drink to the Rangers 'Three Horns in a Bag!'

Raising his drink as well, "Three Horns in a bag!" Temush's red pendant catches Melock's eye and he leans towards Temush and lowering his voice, "Nice stone. A gift from Sun Hawk?"

After the song has been sung Temush answers Melock privately

With wide eyes, Melock pats Temush on the back, "Impressive."

"There is a precedence too, an ancient quest undertaken by the Three Rivals together" Ohanzee starts forgetting Condor as the other three so often do as he realises that these foreigners likely never heard the story shared by Eyota.

"Remembering his oversight and throwing Hoskar a glance and a shrug by way of an apology he begins to retell the tale just heard throwing in a little of his own storytellers flare and making a good job of the tale.

In his version Little Brother, who he named Orlanth as the foreigners called him, came along on the trip and he spent some of his time with Thunderbird when fights were to be had.

But most of his time was spent with Raven moving through the Darkness unseen with Raven perched upon his shoulder and stealing away that which would aid their quest. And at these times he went by the name of Desemborth" a name recently learned by the young brave.

He finishes with a smile "I wonder, did Desemborth even know that Raven was perched there on his shoulder? Perhaps the one stole from the other, or vice versa, or even both stole and never realised that the other did."

"But anyway, the quest was done before, but the threads that should have tied the new tribe together were not tied or were not pulled tight enough."

"This time we will do so and we will learn from that mistake."

Grundar listens intently, doing his best to participate and encourage with an intake of breath, or a cry of yes, and definitely the occasional laugh, particularly highlighting the roll of Raven. The quest does sound exciting, and the enthusiasm shows on his young face as he considers that they might be reenacting this epic tale soon in their heroquest. As he considers playing the part of Raven, it also gradually springs to his mind that he could use it for his own benefit too, fitting surely if playing Raven's part, could their be someway he could use it to tighten the bond the Deadheads had to him at the same time, strengthening their 'tribe'? Of course, he'd have to play it just right or else he'd risk the prime objective of their quest, but if it could be done... He nods to himself, a quiet nod of possibility perceived.

'So, if we, who live or die when we give or hold back our aid, can tie these knots that our guides meant to tie but failed to tie, what will we have and how will we help those we will have? Delenda we hope, but how many more? to live where and from what? with no beasts to milk or send back to Eiritha with the cut? How hard was it to get here from the Earth Temple with mounts? Does the square tribe try to get there with none? Is there room for them here? Near the dark men we fetch them from? Put some thought in on this, or our quest may not be a tale they tell with pride in years to come'.

"True words as usual Temush," Melock looks like he's trying to think hard through the haze of the alcohol he's been drinking. "I know that not only did Grandmother Spider bind the tribes together, she also bound places together that were far apart," he shakes his head to try and clear his head, "but only she knows how she did that. Do we know of any spirits that can travel fast between places?"

Amara nodded. "The spirits are in all places. If we talk to grandmother thorntree then she is present where all her namesakes are. The more fitting question is who do you want to talk to and what spirits do they talk to?"

Hoskar smiles back to Ohanzee with maybe the hint of a wink.

Aye. The three vying together he murmurs, his smile becoming more wan and, though his rider fell to the predark, a fourth soaring silent. To wait and to guide. Fly the unfenced path and watch the wyrded way. To be part of the all one day.