Elsir Vale

(private convo)

It’s been a loooong, emotional day for Avaruuk an Wikkewödr.

Things are looking pretty bright, though. Between the intel from the Gatekeepers and Koth’s advice, they feel like they have more of a grip on this whole… apocalypse-thwarting crusade they’re on. Also, they just had a nice talk with Zevun. Well, there was talking and then there was the kissing and – Viran!

Avaruuk’s carefree jaunt comes to a jerking halt, which probably looks pretty funny to anyone who’s watching. Oh bugbear! I mean, they’ve known they were crushing pretty hard on both hobgoblins for a while now. And it was all fine and well when there was too much going on to do anything about it. But now… they’d kissed Zevun! And earlier, in the river, had they just imagined it or had Viran been about to kiss them? What do… people do in this situation? There had never been time in Avar’s life for even one such moment before, and now they’d had two in one day!

There was only one thing to do, Avar decided. They had to tell Viran about the kiss. But what if that meant she no longer wanted anything to do with them? Well… that was a risk they had to take. Scout’s honor and all…

They were so busy mumbling to themself about the various ways in which stopping a genocidal cult seemed easier than working through one’s feelings that they almost walked right past Viranishek’s bedroll. Luckily, she was awake and apparently concerned enough by Avar’s behavior that she cleared her throat loudly to draw their attention.

Avaruuk let out the most unscoutly squawk, immediately shushed themself, and sat/collapsed into an almost-casual cross-legged position. “Ummm… can we talk?”

(Wikkewödr conscript after Battle in Drellin’s Ferry, open RP)

With the prospect of a rather violent homecoming on the horizon, Avaruuk feels the need to speak to someone from the old clan. Of course, Viran and the triplets are doing important stuff and shouldn’t be bothered. That leaves this young fellow whom we just picked up. They recognize him somewhat as one of Viranishek’s kin (was it… Chogaenosh?), though if memory serves this one was one of the few Wikkewödr who left with the original Kulkor Zhul envoys. Well, he was happy enough to break rank just a little while ago, so perhaps life under the Red Hand did not agree with him. Come on Avar, there’s only one way to find out.

“Good to see you again!” The scout claps a hand on the young man’s shoulder, “Today aside, how have you been?”

(Takes place during the Hot Springs episode. Private convo)

Avaruuk feels emboldened by the positive conversations they’ve had with Viranishek and Koth today. They feel informed by the... neutral conversation with Shaseshday and Ninol. With a dangerous trip to Rhestilor looming on the horizon, they figure they should get all their ducks in a row. They decide to approach Zevun. The two have shared a few snippets of banter in the time since Varaathr Draal, but nothing as deep as the conversation they had that day on the battlements.

After checking that there are no impending orcish cannonballs or other likely interruptions, Avaruuk swims their way over to where Zevun has settled down. “So… the water’s pretty nice here. It seems to be doing everyone some good. How are you feeling after the events of Skull Gorge? I mean… that is… unless you would rather not talk about it?”

Despite often finding themselves thrust together in combat, Avaruuk and Viranishek haven't had much time to talk one-on-one since their hasty departure from Wikkewödr haDar. A nice hot springs episode seems like the perfect time to bond, so Avaruuk approaches Viran while they are both enjoying the restorative waters of the Yellow Witch.

"How goes it with you?" they manage to get out after a (probably too lengthy) period of silence and disarming (read: awkward) smiling.

Avaruuk feels refreshed and emboldened after their evening in Witchcross. The recent revelations from their conversations with Juuzheth and the High Druids, however, have left them with several questions regarding the origins of Tiyamat worship. Since they recently discovered that they can have a conversation with Shaseshday without needing to disembowel something afterwards, they decide to give it a shot.

They approach the diminutive cleric with their hands empty and visible, trying to appear nonthreatening while being twice her size and a noted aggressor of her compatriots.

"I have a service to ask of you"