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-====== Summary 338: Into the Dark Woods of Hrunda (2024-01-20) ====== +<- giraine:summary-337|Elves and Beasts ^ giraine:summaries-2024|Summaries 2024 ^ giraine:summary-339|Into Hrunda's Underworld -> 
-[[giraine|Giraine]] [[summaries-2024|Summaries]]+====== Summary 338: Into the Dark Woods of Hrunda (2024-01-19) ======
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 Shrett speaks to Vinshana after the wrestling and it’s polite enough but not very informative, and she seems eager to rejoin the celebration. You talk to Pelnor a bit and learn a little more from him. He introduces Shrett to his Pralori guides who accompanied him through the Trader Prince lands to the east, as he headed this way toward Ralios. It seems he’s not sure what he’s doing in Ralios or where (and only knows basic things about Ralios), but he’s going to Lartuli too, and seeks trade and exploration, but not too much excitement. You’ve really got the feeling now that Pelnor, while good with words, isn’t much of a hero. You bring up Seshnela’s invasion of Nolos and his positive tone turns dark. You change the subject and he brightens again. Bozfani goes off to the edge of the clearing. With Bog’s eyes on his back, Finstaval wanders off.  Shrett speaks to Vinshana after the wrestling and it’s polite enough but not very informative, and she seems eager to rejoin the celebration. You talk to Pelnor a bit and learn a little more from him. He introduces Shrett to his Pralori guides who accompanied him through the Trader Prince lands to the east, as he headed this way toward Ralios. It seems he’s not sure what he’s doing in Ralios or where (and only knows basic things about Ralios), but he’s going to Lartuli too, and seeks trade and exploration, but not too much excitement. You’ve really got the feeling now that Pelnor, while good with words, isn’t much of a hero. You bring up Seshnela’s invasion of Nolos and his positive tone turns dark. You change the subject and he brightens again. Bozfani goes off to the edge of the clearing. With Bog’s eyes on his back, Finstaval wanders off. 
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 Interesting events happen over the celebration time: Interesting events happen over the celebration time:
 BOG: 4 giant minks start a kickline dance, and the mink spirit appears dancing in a mist cloud above. The dance grows increasingly complex as more animal people join in, until real danger grows that someone will get a claw in the eye. Shrett and Bog have joined, and Fraud has tried to sing along but lost his breath. Eventually the dancers tire and the kickline disperses, with a few injuries from high-kicking mink claws. The Mink spirit descends to speak privately with Bog in Auloring: “Well done, well done. So, what can you do for me, you asked? See that braggart over there? Yeah, Finstaval. You know what I’m thinking, right? His excess invites The Taker. He might shame the Giver in this Festival. Now is not the time, but you and he are here for reasons. When the right time comes. You know what to do. Make it messy. I’ll know , buddy.”  Bog likes this idea. Very much. The double-meaning of “his excess invites The Taker” is not lost on him. Bog can be The Taker, come for Finstaval, if he wants. BOG: 4 giant minks start a kickline dance, and the mink spirit appears dancing in a mist cloud above. The dance grows increasingly complex as more animal people join in, until real danger grows that someone will get a claw in the eye. Shrett and Bog have joined, and Fraud has tried to sing along but lost his breath. Eventually the dancers tire and the kickline disperses, with a few injuries from high-kicking mink claws. The Mink spirit descends to speak privately with Bog in Auloring: “Well done, well done. So, what can you do for me, you asked? See that braggart over there? Yeah, Finstaval. You know what I’m thinking, right? His excess invites The Taker. He might shame the Giver in this Festival. Now is not the time, but you and he are here for reasons. When the right time comes. You know what to do. Make it messy. I’ll know , buddy.”  Bog likes this idea. Very much. The double-meaning of “his excess invites The Taker” is not lost on him. Bog can be The Taker, come for Finstaval, if he wants.
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 > SHRETT: A pale, lithe Auloring earth witch offers a smoke from a long wooden pipe carved like a sleeping serpent. [Tradetalk] “I am Jekendada. Try this. It will help you See.” He accepts it and smokes deeply, enjoying its spicy, unfamiliar flavour. He gains Witchsight from it; now able to see many spirits around the celebration, in the Spirit World, and the spirits of all those who participate in the Middle World. > SHRETT: A pale, lithe Auloring earth witch offers a smoke from a long wooden pipe carved like a sleeping serpent. [Tradetalk] “I am Jekendada. Try this. It will help you See.” He accepts it and smokes deeply, enjoying its spicy, unfamiliar flavour. He gains Witchsight from it; now able to see many spirits around the celebration, in the Spirit World, and the spirits of all those who participate in the Middle World.
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 > FRAUD : He leans on a stone and it moves! It is no stone but a giant tortoise, about the size of a bear. It extends its long wrinkled neck and slowly looks at him. Then lazily in Tradetalk it says, “I know you. I watched you battle on the field of Sreborket.” (a place in Nolos near Seshnela; Fraud quickly realises this is his great-grandfather that the tortoise speaks of. The giant tortoise, whose name is Mirthless, watched the battle from a nearby ridge, and remembers how well Fraud (his ancestor) fought, charging through enemy lines into single combat with a Seshnelan Talar, and slaying him in a proper duel, well-matched, after a heroic exchange of many blows. Mirthless soon grew sleepy and retracted back into his shell. > FRAUD : He leans on a stone and it moves! It is no stone but a giant tortoise, about the size of a bear. It extends its long wrinkled neck and slowly looks at him. Then lazily in Tradetalk it says, “I know you. I watched you battle on the field of Sreborket.” (a place in Nolos near Seshnela; Fraud quickly realises this is his great-grandfather that the tortoise speaks of. The giant tortoise, whose name is Mirthless, watched the battle from a nearby ridge, and remembers how well Fraud (his ancestor) fought, charging through enemy lines into single combat with a Seshnelan Talar, and slaying him in a proper duel, well-matched, after a heroic exchange of many blows. Mirthless soon grew sleepy and retracted back into his shell.
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 > BOAMUND: He sees that two people hang upside down from a fruit tree near the rock he rests at: a woman painted as a bluepaw monkey, and a bearded female scholar wearing Law and Truth runes. The scholar says (Tradetalk), “Say there. We are in a bind. My friend here and I cannot agree on our chosen topic. I maintain that the true and essential nature of ‘fruitness’ is that it involves the imbuement via the Plant Rune of a fleshy exterior with a seed-bearing interior, sweet or sour and edible raw. She counters that ‘fruitness’ is what the Plant Rune Gives that makes us happy. We are at quite some odds here. Might you resolve this as a judge of sorts?” Boamund asks them to make their cases, and the scholar makes a long, soon very dull, jargon-laden academic argument that loses Boamund’s understanding, but seems to have some grounding in truth and might be rather intelligent. The Hrunda worshipper makes a shorter, impassioned argument for how important fruits have always been to Hrunda, his bluepaw monkeys and his people. Boamund considers these two arguments and finds their merits to both be strong. He makes a sound judgement that both are right—that “fruitness” depends on the physical nature of the fruit, but that has no cosmic meaning without the happiness that its succulence brings. They like this judgement, and all three share fruit together. > BOAMUND: He sees that two people hang upside down from a fruit tree near the rock he rests at: a woman painted as a bluepaw monkey, and a bearded female scholar wearing Law and Truth runes. The scholar says (Tradetalk), “Say there. We are in a bind. My friend here and I cannot agree on our chosen topic. I maintain that the true and essential nature of ‘fruitness’ is that it involves the imbuement via the Plant Rune of a fleshy exterior with a seed-bearing interior, sweet or sour and edible raw. She counters that ‘fruitness’ is what the Plant Rune Gives that makes us happy. We are at quite some odds here. Might you resolve this as a judge of sorts?” Boamund asks them to make their cases, and the scholar makes a long, soon very dull, jargon-laden academic argument that loses Boamund’s understanding, but seems to have some grounding in truth and might be rather intelligent. The Hrunda worshipper makes a shorter, impassioned argument for how important fruits have always been to Hrunda, his bluepaw monkeys and his people. Boamund considers these two arguments and finds their merits to both be strong. He makes a sound judgement that both are right—that “fruitness” depends on the physical nature of the fruit, but that has no cosmic meaning without the happiness that its succulence brings. They like this judgement, and all three share fruit together.
    
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