Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Name Nickname Teemu Race Human Lossoth Attire Hooded Jkarhu skin cloak with a silver clasp. Furred coat, pants and boots , made of Poro skin, trimmed with Hylje skin and fox fur. Weapon Hunting Bow on back, Hunting Spear, Long Knife in belt. Location Pynti-Peldot Tagging Everyone Time TA 3018, March 1, evening Teemu met the stares after his loud entrance with a look of defiance. He had initially thought most of the Inn's patrons were foreigners, but he noted with some disdain that many of the faces were Lossoth in appearance despite wearing warmlander clothing. Truly, the Lossoth of Pynti-Peldot had fallen and become weak. They were becoming corrupted by the soft warmlander lifestyle growing coddled and unable to survive in the Forodwaith without these wooden houses and Southern luxuries. While many of the Lossoth in the settlement still appeared to live in traditional ways, Teemu was now skeptical of how strong even that contingent truly was. His Suri-Maja would sweep through this village like a Jkarhu in a field of baby Hylje! Tunngahugit, hunter, said a voice to Teemu's right. The Lossoth word for 'welcome' soothed Teemu slightly. The speaker stood behind a low wooden wall with stools drawn up in front of it. The top of the wall was finished like a table and several of the foreigners seemed to be drinking at the strange platform. We have rooms and food for all peaceable guests, the man behind the bar said, stressing peaceable as his eyes lingered on Teemu's colored Suri-Maja tribal embroideries. The innkeeper then eyed Reko a little nervously. And also assuming your dog is not dangerous... I am Naiq, the owner of the inn. Teemu strode up to the man and inspected him. Naiq had facial features like a Lossoth and a Lossoth name, but his hair was dark brown instead of black and he clearly had warmlander blood in his veins. His clothing was completely Southern and Teemu doubted the man had ever hunted in his life. He judged Naiq as helpless as a newborn pup in the wild and less useful to a true Lossoth village than even a slave girl that might happily cook, clean and help raise the children. Well, Teemu must learn to not let his natural disgust at such a soft and gentle excuse for a man overwhelm him now that he was a tribeless wanderer. Who was Teemu to insult this disgusting man when he had not even a yurt to pitch anymore? No family fire to light or even tribe to call his own. Teemu decided to try and pretend this man was a foreigner and forgive his strange customs, rather than to think of him as a disgraceful Lossoth whose behavior made his stomach turn. I lay my spear down at your home, replied Teemu formally, the words sounding strange in the common tongue. I will not willingly harm your family or guests, nor will my dog. It was a common greeting for a strange Lossoth to offer when spending the night in another tribe's hunting camp and the innkeeper seemed satisfied at his words. The smell of the cooked food the foreigners were eating reminded Teemu that he had nothing but frozen fish all day and his stomach growled. How many coins is it for lodging here and food? Perhaps a drink as well. Naiq gave a response that sounded reasonable, well less than the price of a good sled dog at least, and Teemu paid the man as Naiq indicated that he should have a seat at the bar. Teemu turned to look at the people nearest to him and his eyes widened at seeing these foreigners up close. The closest one was not even a human. Teemu had heard talk of other races and he recognized the pointed ears that emerged from the woman's light brown hair as clearly the trademark of the race called Elf. And the Elf's beguiling hazel eyes had a different shape and light to them than any human eye he had beheld. Most shocking, though, was the bow she had strapped to her back! Women did not hunt! Perhaps they helped fish or maybe set snares, but no Lossoth woman ever used a bow. Teemu had to restrain himself from his natural instinct to demand that she put the bow down and stop pretending to be a man. Foreigners were soft and had different customs than the Lossoth he must be tolerant. She surely could not actually use that bow... The other two foreigners were human at least. One was clearly a warmlander warrior. Teemu had seen that type before, including once finding a warmlander warrior frozen astride his horse in a snow drift, both man and beast clad in similar armor to what this fool was wearing. Did they not realize that heavy armor made you sink into the drifts and bury yourself? That a horse had hooves too small for traveling long distances in anything but well packed snow? Besides that, metal grew cold and would suck the warmth from your body. Traveling in the Forochel meant carrying nothing more than you needed for survival and staying warm as your first priority the harsh landscape did not trifle fools. And nothing struck Teemu as more foolish than a man who could fight but not hunt. Perhaps these warmlanders thought they could always have someone weak nearby they could threaten for food when they were hungry. In the Forodwaith, though, he would find quickly that his sword might not easily kill a Poro when his life depended on it. The maiden the warrior spoke with seemed at least to know her place. She carried no bow nor wore leather hunting clothing like the Elf. She also had brown hair, although darker than the Elf's, and deeper brown eyes. Clearly a Southerner by skin and features as well. Teemu found himself studying the two woman, human and Elf, with growing curiosity. The Suri-Maja were active in raiding to acquire slave girls and many of the recent ones they had captured from the more Southern Lossoth villages had show evidence of warmlander blood with similar brown hair and eyes. Teemu's pulse quickened as he thought of Elikka, one slave girl in particular that had beguiled him with her own brown eyes. No, he must not think of her. That all these foreigners were in his homeland, that should be his focus. Why were they here? What did they want? Why Forochel and why now of all times? Tell me, warmlanders, said Teemu, leaning closer to the trio next to him at the bar. Why are you in Forochel?