>>6142312Right, you add as Tzah-Tzie nearly falls out of her seat thanks to a particularly violent burp-hiccup, about the comet-
“I ain’t no Warchanter, hon,” Ma interjects, picking up a fresh glass to polish as studies you with her remaining eye, “But I know Skogs–do yourself a favor and play nice if you run across any on yer’ way home today, y’hear?”
Seems like a lot of hoopla for a dumb comet, you shrug, the withering stare you get from the bar matron instantly makes you regret it.
“Course it is! If an omen told a Skog ta’ cover themselves in scheckt an’ roll around in sand you wouldn’t have any sand left! Or scheckt!”
“<span class="mu-i">CrAazzhee…</span>” Nods your Spinner as she half-falls, half-headbutts your side!
“That’s puttin' it mildly…” Grunts Ma as she polishes the mug with renewed fervor! “Had to learn hundreds of ‘em when I was still a pup. Omens for trickery… omens for traitors… omens for mating… omens for hunting…” She shakes her head as a rowdy group across the tavern cheer one of their friends on, “Why d’ya wanna know anyways?”
You just wanna know for uh… research! Yea! Ma’s eye narrows.
“Ya’ don’t strike me as some kinda Skog scholar… not that those last very long, mind. But what the hells.” Clearing her throat, the bartender recites some unusually eloquent words with barely a pause between any of the words:
“<span class="mu-i">The searing orb will slither across the sky like a great Kellath–its jagged tail leading the path for Khodra’s Immortals and its blinding light and majesty precursors to the spilling of blood and splintering of bones. All but Khodra’s Chosen touched by the comet shall be struck down–struck down by the might of the comet’s power wielded like a divine blade come to purify the stolen lands…”
As the last word leaves her lips, Ma slumps onto the bar gasping for air–the tavern silenced by the resounding <span class="mu-s">CLUNG</span> produced by her body crashing against the counter!
“MA!”
Before you can do anything, Volka’s already over the bar and tending to her adoptive mother! TT, on the other hand, is already sipping the Skog’s drink! Wretched beast!
“I’m fine, I’m fine…” Mutters Ma as she gently pries herself loose from Volka’s grasp! “Just a lotta words, is all…” Rising back to her impressive and mildly terrifying stature, the bar matron takes a swig from her drink to steady herself. “Damn, that’s good…”
So, you continue, scooting away from Volka as she tackles the beverage bandito to the ground, things are gonna get pretty busy around here, huh?
“Well it ain’t gonna get any calmer…” Ma snorts before glancing around her establishment. “But don’t take my word fer’ it. Folks have been talkin’ about it all day.”
Following the Skog’s lead, you purse your lips and crane your ear to eavesdrop on the rest of the tavern!
“-onna be a war-”
“-sell everything an-”
“-kog girls…”
>CONTD.</span> 