Tayma kneels, not wanting to take a lightning bolt to the face. She looks down, but keeps the people at the edge of her vision her eyes sweeping once along the ground in front of them, to get the numbers. Five people, two armed I suspect the one in the thrown can throw lightning.
OOC: The real give away is quetzkal speaks all our language. On top of that playing pranks in exchange for gifts is classic Faerie behavior. A magic creature wouldn't care enough and a divine one wouldn't be taking bribes to target arbitrary people. A demon probably wouldn't have gotten itself killed, but it could be an elaborate illusion. So either its a Faerie or a well designed Infernal trap.
"The shelma'durath? Our enmity is ancient, and they return from the dead anyhow. The should stay out of my cavern, and they are well aware of this. Fear not child, while they may be confused by your appearance, I am certainly able to tell the difference."
"That seems, wise Lord.", Tayma says reluctantly. She takes a couple deep breaths unwinding her anger. If the creatures know the risk, and return to life and invade his home she is unable to find fault. "I should apologize, then. I'm not sure I have anything to offer but words." Tayma says briefly eying the two women. Slightly jealous.
Gracin will glance sideways at Tamya and speak in Spanish. "I am no bard, but I can offer a tale for your court." He tells a simple tale, but with great skill and passion; Two birds, one of the day and one of the night. They could only see each other for moments at dawn and dusk yet their love was strong and could not be broken despite living in two different worlds.
Tomas knows this story despite the language barrier; he's heard Garcin tell it many times, to many different maids. Sometimes the simplest tool is the best, so long as it is wielded with great skill.
Com 0 + Language: Spanish 5+2+1 (specialty storytelling)+ roll 3 =11
"Thank you for your kind words, Lord. I do have a boon to request. These ivories are highly prized by my people for their beauty among other qualities. I, or a trusted companion, would descend to these halls and gather the ivories littering your front porch. In addition, I would consider it an honor if Your Lordship would deign to listen to a story or song. I can only hope that our passion may inspire Your Lordship when our meager word smithing fails."
Did Qezkal lie to us?
To get behind this Frederic will wait for a good moment to speak to Amenbaal:
"Amenbaal, lord of sea and sky, please share a little piece of your Knowledge and wisdom with us.
It seems unwise to me to start a feud with a mighty and wise lord as you are. But obviously the shelma'durath saw this different.
Whow did the enmity between you and the shelma'durath began?
There must be a Saga behind this enmity. I would be happy to hear this story if it pleases you."
Tayma jumps in trying to distract from Frederic. She wants to get out of this cave with minimal lightning bolts. If the things return to life she can smack it for making her worried and general rudeness. If not they don't they can figure out a way to kill the Thunder lord. "I was talking about an apology. I suppose I could make it rhyme.
[center]Great Lord of Thunder
We've made a great blunder.
We judged to quick.
We thought ourselves slick.
But truth is this is your home
And you're not killing the cat-bird-bone[/center]
The cat-bird-bones refers to that shapeshifting creature. Shem do rath you said?
"Shelma'durath, and in truth I do not think they intended to make my enmity, but a very long time ago a man was plagued by Shelma'durath, for he was unpopular, and his neighbors always directed them to annoy him, and he had many neighbors. He could only make so many sculptures to sacrifice and whomever he might direct them to knew he had sent them, and the relationships only grew worse. He came to the temple of the lord of sea and sky and asked for a reprieve, and was required to make a great sculpture for the lord of sea and sky to pay for his help. The man labored for nine months and made a statue for the lord of sea and sky, all the while plagued by the Shelma'durath. But the Shelma'durath mistook the offering for one of their own, and so they began to taunt Amenbaal. Amenball told the creatures to leave him be, for he was no mortal to be trifled with. For 3 months did they try his patients as he gave them warning, then finally on his most holy of days, when his people gathered in his temple to pay him homage, the Shelma'durath flew above the congregation and began to drop feces in the temple, and on that day Amenbaal swore an oath that none of the Shelma'durath would approach his temple without suffering his wrath. He then slew all of the Shelma'durath there that day, and has slain those who venture too close to his temple since."
“Lord Amenbal, thank you for this audience. We came to explore this caves and had the fortune to find your temple here. For now I have to leave, but with your permission I will return.”
Frederic bows respectfully and starts to move backwards for a few paces before he turn around and walk through the door.
Vulpus may not be able to kneel very well, but standing on his hind legs, he can bow fairly well. So he does so to Lord Amenbal and retreats with the others.