Virgilio isn't a complete stranger to this sensation (First Years stood rotation as subjects for upperclassmen practicing their spells, and Virgilio was chosen for Mind-Sending) -- so this is bothersome, but not completely unfamiliar.

"He said it's well that we've repaired the fans, as it prevents a 'visit above' -- whatever that is."

To the goblins and the cat-eyed one (the Master?)

"C' ah lloigehye l' mgep mgephafh."

In reply to Virgilio Hohlfeld (msg # 901):

"Ymg' ah nafl hup fahf agl.
Ahf' ymg' ah ah geb?"

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you are not from here.  What are you doing here?

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Grohm heard a strange voice and language in his head.  He shook it off and tried to focus on that was happening below him.

In reply to Marukoth (msg # 902):

"Seeking a trade route. Do you trade, or do you want to?"

He tries to get a better look at the figure...

In reply to Tommy (msg # 904):

The elf looks directly at Tommy, shifting its grip on a staff which the mages can see is glowing.

"Non loquor lingua tua. Putasne me intelligis?"






Anyone speak latin?

In reply to Marukoth (msg # 905):

Ulo gestures for a moment, and then calls out

"Linguam mutuari possum. Transitum petimus ad occasum."

She turns to the others and says
"I borrowed the tongue. I said we are going to the western reaches."

In reply to Ulo (msg # 906):

"Ah. What did they say about who they were?"

Fright check 02:51, Today: Dne Utrotare rolled 5 using 3d6 ((3,1,1)).

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Jendrich stumbles back at the sensation of something being inside his head.
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"I fear we've moved to a language I've heard, but don't understand.  It sounds like what the Triunists speak in some of their worship."

"Y' ai nilgh'rinah ot mgepogg aimgr'luhh, mgng nafl latin."

In reply to Virgilio Hohlfeld (msg # 910):

The elf sighs, before speaking in a language known by Syvanus
"A ydych yn siarad tafod y coblynnod?"

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do you speak the tongue of the elves?

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Dne’s head begins making fast, jerky angry bird motions.  He’d getting mighty sick of this elf.

Yes, I speak that language, how may we be of assistance?

In reply to Syvanus (msg # 913):

"Beth yw eich pwrpas yma, ar wahân i atgyweirio'r glanhawr aer?"

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What is your purpose here, aside from repairing the air cleaner?

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We seek a route to the western reaches to trade with the trolls there. We would be glad to trade with your folk as well if that is of interest.

In reply to Syvanus (msg # 915):

The elf gestures toward Ulo, Rafik, and Hrunting.

"Nid oes mwy o'r bobl hynny yn y rhannau gorllewinol."

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There are no more of those people in the Western Reaches.

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In reply to Marukoth (msg # 916):

Ulo, who has just gestured again, apparently to borrow this language as well, takes in a sharp breath.
"None left? Ni yw'r olaf, ond dymunwn fynd adref. Rydym yn hiraethu.  We are the last, and we wish to go home for we are homesick."

Dne wants to put the elf on a shelf.

Bratus stretches and tries to figure out if it's nearly bedtime. Her reamining wound from being stomped by the siege beast needs some time to recover.

In reply to Bratu Grimboodle (msg # 919):

there is something peculiar about this person.

They are accompanied by two siege beasts, by the way.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 920):

Yes, saw that. Tommy is staying quiet and watching. What to roll to pick what is odd?

In reply to Tommy (msg # 921):

Tommy knows elves don't have Cat's eyes, beyond that , He isn't sure.  Bratu might know something.

Virgilio isn't following the Elvish at all, but with no hostile tones, he remains relaxed -- crossbow still slung and staff grounded -- and eyes the seige beasts.

In reply to Virgilio Hohlfeld (msg # 923):

The siege beasts stare blankly ahead.  You notice that they have large packs on their backs and the goblins are carrying tools.

"Nice eyes," Dne mutters.