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[~Neri]

Nilva occasionally throws potatoes with random faces drawn on them at the combatants.

[Vgray]

(6) (Uh...I'm not even sure what to write for that.)

[~Neri]

(The potatoes have glorious faces carved into their surface?)

[Andres]

Nilva occasionally throws potatoes with random faces drawn on them at the combatants.

(Good. This should help me train to dodge better as well as train my spatial awareness.)

(6) (Uh...I'm not even sure what to write for that.)

(I meant Stirk should roll the results. Last time he delayed because he didn't know if we would RP the fight or if he should roll the results himself.)

[~Neri]

(Dodge dem potatoes~!)

[IcyTea31]

Aurosseu catches a potato, and throws it back with a flourish. A tomato with a starburst pattern carved on it flies toward Nilva.

[~Neri]

Nilva throws a wolf made of ribbons at the tomato. This sorta works at stopping the tomato. The ribbons disperse into nothing fairly quickly after being scattered. The tomato deviates trajectory juuuust enough to not hit~

Nilva then throws another potato at Aurosseu~

[Vgray]

(Ah.)

"What a waste of good potatoes."

[IcyTea31]

The potato bounces off the plexiglass window in front of Aurosseu. He presses a button on his console, opening a trapdoor under Nilva.

[~Neri]

Nilva falls through the metaphorical trapdoor, screaming "Potaaaaaatoeeees!" before falling out of space on top of Aurosseu and putting a wolf shaped potato on his head. (Or her if it's a she.)

[micelus]

"Very well." Mavnon settled in to watch her two co-deities.

Spoiler: Old Man Willow's Stone (click to show/hide)

It had been a rough day. Elke and Irsam had told them to gather some meat for tonight's celebrations and had sent them out before the sun woke. They had been tired and hungry, especially as they could not feel the sun's warmth and nourishment. But they had been successful; three large canope* had been killed, although one of them had torn young Grizem's shoulder. In time, he'd get better and would have a tale to tell around the fire.

As they made their way back to the camp, Broka saw something peculiar. A small stone sticking out of the ground; it was oddly shaped, smooth but ending in a point towards the sky. Broka's party was far off from the usual tracks; the canope had been getting smarter lately so Broka had gotten his band to follow him down the ravine. Wary, he decided to ignore it and tell everyone at the camp later.

The rest of his four-man party had similar thoughts and trudged forward to camp. As they clambered up a rocky path, Broka heard a twig snap. Looking for its source, he saw an old man with a similarly old canope on his back. Curious, he told his party to stop and watch what he was doing. The old man, without even noticing Broka and his crew, set the corpse down next to the stone and touched the point. In an instant, the corpse was gone, replaced by a bundle of perfectly smooth sticks ending in a sharp stone.

"Seems that stone's magic." Grizhem said.
"Might be evil magic. Maybe a bad spirit." said Loha.
"Still, it might be useful later..." said Grizhem again.

Regardless, Broka told his men to hurry up; the stones could wait for another time.

wolf-like antelope

Spoiler: The Champion's Piece (click to show/hide)

On one cold day, a dwarf and a human stumbled into town. Both craftsmen, they had come personally to sell their pottery to a trader they both knew. Both men considered themselves experts in their craft and as such, expected to fetch a high price from the trader. Perhaps fifteen or thirty mudhunds* after everything was sold.

As both men reached the trader's spot in the market, both simultaneously began pleasantries with him. A bit surprised at their mutual intent, they smiled at each other, letting the other continue. They were both good men at heart. After a tense battle of pleasantry and gentlemanship, the dwarf eventually conceded his loss and began bargaining with the trader first.

It was at that moment that a fellow human, a farmer by the looks of it, strolled his way and noticed the dwarf trying to sell his goods. Going up to the human artisan, he spoke. "Are you really going to let him sell his pots over yours? Look at them. They're all weirdly shaped." After looking at them, the human agreed. They were far too squarish and looked a bit heavy. He spoke just before the dwarf could finish the deal, and began telling the trader that the dwarf's goods were simply quite simply, not good.

What began was a long long long day for the trader, listening two artisans argue. Suffice to say, those craftsmen went back to their homes, both somewhat angered.

*dog-like pigs.

"I could use some sparring practice as well, Mavnon. It doesn't need to be a mêlée-a-trois, if you accept me as your opponent for a duel. Beware, however, that dreams do not make for any sort of logical combat. You may be confused."

Aurosseu pulls out a metal-tipped wooden staff from his robes, nevermind how he managed to conceal it. He flips it between his hands until throwing it into the air, and catching a falling wooden hula hoop a moment later.

"It will be a pleasure to fight you, brother." Conjuring two serrated blades, Mavnon took up a defensive stance. "After you."

Spar with Iliseth after she finishes with Uztot.
Spar with Aurosseu.
Encourage the saplings to use the Ritualstones in the guise of another sapling.
Attempt to encourage Conflict between dwarven and human artstyles; make them think their own artstyles are superior, hopefully triggering a cultural armsrace.

[DreamerGhost]

((It was Lorash who created dwarves. You mixed up gods Stirk.))

[IcyTea31]

Nilva falls through the metaphorical trapdoor, screaming "Potaaaaaatoeeees!" before falling out of space on top of Aurosseu and putting a wolf shaped potato on his head. (Or her if it's a she.)

On contact with the potato, Aurosseu melts into a puddle and evaporates a few seconds later.

"I see you're adept in this kind of logic. But we'll see if it's enough for what I have in store for you."

Aurosseu waves at Nilva from behind a conveniently Aurosseu-shaped topiary nearby, dusting off his robes. He snaps his fingers, and the background breaks apart into butterflies, engulfing Nilva in a beautiful yet vision- and movement-impairing, fluttering cloud.

"It will be a pleasure to fight you, brother." Conjuring two serrated blades, Mavnon took up a defensive stance. "After you."

"Uh, I'd rather first see what you're going to do with those leeks. I thought we were going to spar, not make a soup. Oh well, that works just fine for me."

Aurosseu lights a fire in the pit under a cauldron set, and adds a bit of salt into the water.

[Andres]

Aurosseu waves at Kevak

(lolwut)

[Vgray]

Uztot throws a potato in the cauldron.