Re: Chult: To find a jungle friend
Smiling broadly beneath his shaggy beard, Ynvaar greatfully abandons his attempts to hang the insect netting above his hammok and takes a seat next to Rand. Leaning over to rummage around in his backpack, his large hands emerge brandishing a wheel of cheese and one of Samirs' excellent roast fowl wrapped in muzzlin. Offering the simple fare amongst his companions, Ynvaar looks to each one warmly before answering
"My people are the tribe of the Wolf and we hail far, far to the north beyond the spine of the world. We travel as the Elk do, from the steppes north of Lac Dinneshere in Icewind Dale by summer and to the south across the mountains afore the midwinter snows block the trail 'ere we return with the spring thaws." he makes a walking gesture with two hairy fingers as the other hand holds up a roasted drumstick to be devoured. Tearing a large bite, he leans back contentedly and his eyes seem very far away as he gazes off into space, chewing a mouthfull of meat as he continues
"Ahh ...home, a land such a you could never imagine. The crystal clear waters of Lac Dinneshere, plains of snow as far as the eye can see and the cool clean air, filled always with the fresh smell of the pines. And cold. very cold. So chill a man can see his very breath as it leaves his body ... it seems very far away now indeed..." His eyes take on a sombre, wistful look for a moment but he quickly brightens again, his customary grin broadening with each passing word as he says proudly
"Mighty Tempos, Lord of battles is my god, and a stauncher ally or harsher foe than any man can know is he. Tempos does not fight a mans' battles for him, rather he grants each of us the strength to fight and win our own victories, he teaches us not to fear war but to see it as a natural thing, as natural as these trees around us, for war is the storm brought by men and just like any other storm it washes away the dirt and curruption of the old and leaves the world clean and new." Clearly warming to his subject now, his voice growing steadily loader, he gestures wildly with his arms, threatening to clunk Rand on the head with a turkey leg at any moment...
"Tempos shows us how to behave in war, and to show respect for our allies and even ones foes, for the noble heart of a warrior may be found in each of us be they orc, or man or woman. He would have us arm all for whom war is needful -even thine enemies- and to remember those who have given their lives and fallen before us. This is why I sing the Lament for the fallen at sunset, to honour those who now feast with the Lord of battles in Heros' rest." Turning his attention back to his mace like turkey leg and finding it bereft of meat Ynvaar casually tosses the bone over his shoulder and rummages around in his pack again before removing a large saussage. Peeling the rind from the saussage and offering it around he asks:
"And what of the rest of you? from whence do you all hail, and what gods do you call your own?"
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