RPG: The Seven Kingdoms - Game Thread

  • With the language being somewhat familiar, Jack began speaking "I mean you no harm" first in Spanish, French then Italian before also trying Latin as he slowly raised his hands. Wherever he was, if he could only get back to civilization, this find would mark him down in history


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  • (OOC: i recommend that you read each other's sections. There's going to be some duplication of exposition, To avoid boring you too much, I will be skimping on explanations to one person if I've already gone into detail with someone else.)



    "Bath first" Washing the grime of the last few days off will be wonderful.


    Ivy


    First, Rafaella shows you where the guest privies are, and where soap, and other supplies are kept. She points to one cabinet, and tells you that there are 'women's supplies' there if your 'moontime' is near, and, if you understand her correctly, also contraceptive supplies should you need them. The privies are simply engineered, but clean and efficient. Before you can stop to consider the implications of all this, she herds you off to the baths. You are more than a little surprised to see the extent of the baths - but then, thinking back, you realise that everyone you've seen so far, in both village and castle, has been clean, and dressed in reasonably fresh clothing - again, not quite what history would have you expect from a feudal society with a medieval level of technology.


    A bath attendant leads the two of you to a small room with several large tubs along one wall, benches along another, and a number of wooden cupboards. Rafaella shows you how the simple plumbing works, and starts to shed her dirty travel clothes, before climbing into one of the tubs and sinking back in the hot water. You follow her example, and then, start asking questions.


    You are rather surprised to learn that Rafaella has a good grasp of germ theory and the need for cleanliness in suppressing disease and promoting health. She tells you that the caillais - this seems to be the plural for callach - discovered this a long time ago, and that because it is so important, every community - you're not sure if she means just in Shielig, or everywhere - has public baths and laundries. You ask about the contraceptives, and from her frank descriptions, you gather that this is a sexually open society, with no stigma attached to sex outside of marriage - if these people have marriage? You ask about that, too, and learn that there are two kinds of recognised marriage, one that binds two people only as long as they wish, and keeps property separate, and one which binds for life and joins property. You notice that she says 'people' and uses a neutral pronoun, so you ask, very delicately, about marriage between people who prefer their own sex. She nods, seeming surprised that you ask. You are quiet for a few minutes. This is not the kind of medieval society you read about in your history books.


    Rafaella interrupts your thoughts, saying that it's time to let someone else have the room, so you get dried off and dress in the clean clothes you brought. The other woman says that if you put your dirty clothes in one of the cloth bags in the cupboard, she will give it to one of the launderers with her own clothes, so they can be washed.


    There is still no word from Lord Seanan, so Rafaella takes you to the refectory. It's laid out buffet-style, with a long row of large serving dishes set up on tables running along one side of the room, and more tables running perpendicular to the food array, with benches on either side. You follow her, collecting a pottery plate and mug, and basic utensils, helping yourself to the dishes that look or smell interesting.


    The two of you sit down at the far end of one of the tables. Several people wave or call out greetings to your companion; she answers, but in a way that seems to let people know not to join her. You;re grateful for that. You;re not quite ready for a group conversation yet.


    You observe that lots of people know her here. She explains that her father is the village reeve, and because he is getting old and doesn't like to travel, she is his deputy to the lord's council. You ask if this is a hereditary position; she smiles and says no, but her father is both wise and well-liked, so the villagers keep choosing him. You try to get a sense of how politics works in this land, and a picture emerges of something like a parliamentary monarchy. There are hereditary lords, like Lord Seanan, who have certain powers and responsibilities, but elected councils of the people, who advise and to some extent must approve the lord's actions.


    Just as you finish your meal, you see a young man approaching. Rafaella says "that is one of the Lord's pages, Mikhail mi'ha Donal - he may see you tonight after all."


    You and Rafaella follow young Mikhail to large hall. A tall man with red hair and sharp eyes, richly dressed in doublet and breeches sits on an ornate chair on a slightly raised dais. On one side of him is a young woman, also red-haired, in a flowing robe, on the other, an older woman with grey hair, dressed like the lord, but less ornately.


    Mikhail announces them first in the language that it seems is the common tongue of this region, which you have learned is called teanga, and then in habla "Raefaella n'ha Doria, deputy of Reeve Lachlan mi'ha Kennan of Storn, and the person known as Ivee, a stranger who has pledged her honour to do no harm within these walls."


    The man on the central chair nods. Rafaella walks toward him. You follow her, stop when she stops, bow slightly when she does. He addresses Rafaella in teanga, and the two converse for several minutes before he turns to look directly at you.


    "I am Seanan mi'ha Fergal, lord of Banailt," he says in habla. "Rafaella has told me what she knows of you, but I would know from your own tongue, and here before the callach Merisa n'ha Sorcha, what is you lineage and clannas, how you came into these lands, and what is your intent, either to me and mine, or my own lord Tervais mi'ha Maclen, Lochlain of Shielig, and those under his protection."



    Elliott is still hesitant of what's going on but he has very few options of what to do not understanding what's going on. Carefully he starts towards the man he doesn't understand, following him.


    Elliott


    The man keeps talking, even though hr's stopped looking to you for answers, as he leads you to the building. You hear more words and phrases repeated - ciorcal marlis, kirdais, a few others. Once inside, the man takes you to a small room furnished with several chairs and a long wooden table. There are shelves along two of the walls, filled with piles of what look like notebooks. Tapestries hang on the other walls. The man motions for you to sit down, and you shrug off your pack and take the chair he points too. He mimes drinking something and looks at you in a questioning way. You nod, and he leaves the room, coming back with a tray, four glasses and a pitcher. As he pours for you and himself, you deduce that he is expecting two people to join you. You sip your drink cautiously at first, but on discovering that it is some kind of tart, refreshing fruit juice, drink more enthusiastically.


    After maybe half an hour, during which you manage to exchange names with the man beside you - his name is Rafe - you hear noises in the corridor outside. Two people enter the room, both dressed in some kind of robes that makes you think uneasily of judges and courtrooms. The talk to Rafe, then one of them - a short red-haired woman with a kind smile - tries to talk to you. You get the feeling she is trying several different languages, but you just keep shaking your head and saying "Sorry, I don't understand' in English.


    Finally, the woman sighs, and reaching for her neck, she pulls out small cloth bag on a copper chain from underneath her robes. Holding the bag tightly in one hand, she reaches out slowly with the other toward your hand, touching you lightly with a fingertip.


    Before you can decide whether to remove your hand or not, you hear her speaking English to you, but her lips aren't moving and you realise with a shock that it's all inside your mind.


    "I am Carissa, and I am sorry to touch you thus without your permission, but this is the only way we may talk. Will you allow me to speak further with you mind to mind?"




    With the language being somewhat familiar, Jack began speaking "I mean you no harm" first in Spanish, French then Italian before also trying Latin as he slowly raised his hands. Wherever he was, if he could only get back to civilization, this find would mark him down in history


    Jack


    The strange being continues to speak, slowly, repeating the same words, that you come to realise are the same thing you have been saying - "no harm, no harm, we no harm, you no harm."


    When he (she?) realises you understand, more words come, still slowly, in what you have decided is something close to Spanish. "This land is people's land. Finnathi land. Why you are here?"

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • Lucas


    Lucas furrows his brow. He's never dreamed up an entire language before, and although incomprehensible, the utterances of the man did come across as grammatical. The questions "where am I," and "how did I appear to arrive in this place to you," do appear to be the most pressing questions, but the abstract nature of them was going to make communicating them difficult.


    He points to himself, and says "Lucas," and waits for what the other person does in response.

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  • Speaking slowly as to try gain the inflection used Jack answered as honestly as he could.
    "I do not know how I got here. I woke up lost. The last I remember is a scream as a strange mist swirled."
    He continued, attemping to come across as neither rude or arrogant, "are these your lands? Are you the Finnathi?"
    He stumbled at the name and was sure he had not pronounced the unknown word correctly.


    Jonothan Crane wrote:

    Patients suffering delusional episodes often focus their paranoia on an external tormentor. Usually one conforming to Jungian archetypes. In this case, a scarecrow.

  • Thank you for your kind hospitality Lord Seanan, it is much appreciated. I am just learning your tongue, please forgive me for any misunderstandings. I intend no one any harm, I just want to find my way home again, I know not how I came to be where Rafaella found me. I was tramping through an area known as Navarre in the Forest of Irati, a mountainous region, closed my eyes for a moment, felt a cold gray mist and woke up where Rafaella found me.

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  • Lucas furrows his brow. He's never dreamed up an entire language before, and although incomprehensible, the utterances of the man did come across as grammatical. The questions "where am I," and "how did I appear to arrive in this place to you," do appear to be the most pressing questions, but the abstract nature of them was going to make communicating them difficult.


    He points to himself, and says "Lucas," and waits for what the other person does in response.


    Lucas


    The spokesperson for the group tries again to speak to you - it sounds as though she's trying another language. You just point to yourself again and say your name.


    She seems to understand this, pointing at you and repeating your name, then pointing to herself and saying "Camilla. Camilla n'ha Caitrin."


    Then she looks at you with a quizzical, slightly exasperated expression that seems to be saying 'well, what do I do with you now?'


    You become aware of the fact that it's getting very dark, and cold. Almost as if she understands what you're feeling, she motions you toward an empty spot near one of the campfires. She shouts something at one of the others, who promptly digs into one of the wagon bed for a minute and comes over to you, offering a cloak.



    Speaking slowly as to try gain the inflection used Jack answered as honestly as he could.
    "I do not know how I got here. I woke up lost. The last I remember is a scream as a strange mist swirled."
    He continued, attemping to come across as neither rude or arrogant, "are these your lands? Are you the Finnathi?"
    He stumbled at the name and was sure he had not pronounced the unknown word correctly.


    Jack


    The other answers, pointing to herself then to those around her, "we are Finnathi." She swept her arms in a circle around her, indicating everything surrounding you. "Finnathi land."


    She points to you, saying "you, not Finnathi. You are human. You go. We help you go. More humans." With her last comment, she points further downhill, stretching her arm out to indicate a long ways away.


    Then she points downward, moving her hand in a small circle to take in the area near the stream. "We eat, sleep. Sun come back, we, you go. More humans."


    She (you are fairly certain she is female by now) snaps out orders in her own language, and her companions start making camp. Some clamber back up into the trees, and return with simple packs they had obviously left above in order to confront you unencumbered.


    As you watch, the Finnathi dig a firepit and, crossing the stream, a trench that, as one of the promptly demonstrates, is intended as a privy. You note with some curiosity that they choose a place downhill, where their wastes would not pollute the stream - instinct, or knowledge? The scholar of early humanity in you is fascinated.


    Soon there is a warm fire and the smell of food - some kind of nut and fruit porridge, you guess. The leader reaches out and takes your hand. "Come, fire. We eat, we sleep."




    Thank you for your kind hospitality Lord Seanan, it is much appreciated. I am just learning your tongue, please forgive me for any misunderstandings. I intend no one any harm, I just want to find my way home again, I know not how I came to be where Rafaella found me. I was tramping through an area known as Navarre in the Forest of Irati, a mountainous region, closed my eyes for a moment, felt a cold gray mist and woke up where Rafaella found me.



    Ivy


    Lord Seanan turns to the woman beside him, and they speak quietly for a few minutes. Then he turns back to you.


    "I do not understand your tale, but the callach assures me that you speak the truth as you understand it. I have never heard of this place called Navarre, or this forest called Irati. I have no way to help you find your home. But Merisa also says that your account reminds her of something she read as a student at Ciorcal Cathairis. She asks that you remain with us until she can learn more, to see if it will be of help. If you wish to stay, you may have guestright here until then."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • Overwhelmed by the fact they are communicating mind to mind, Elliott impulsively draws his hand back. He looks to Rafe for guidance but cannot read the mans expression. Tentatively Elliott reaches back out and touches Carrisa's hand. Though he doesn't think he needs to, as he thinks his words he says them out loud as well.


    "I apologize for my initial shock. I am Elliott and we may speak like this. Can you tell me where I am?"

  • With a wry smile Ivy answers.


    "I do not understand my own tale, it is as puzzling to you as it is to me. Thank you, you are very kind. If there is some way I can be of service to you please let me know. I am not one used to idle my time away."

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  • Overwhelmed by the fact they are communicating mind to mind, Elliott impulsively draws his hand back. He looks to Rafe for guidance but cannot read the mans expression. Tentatively Elliott reaches back out and touches Carrisa's hand. Though he doesn't think he needs to, as he thinks his words he says them out loud as well.


    "I apologize for my initial shock. I am Elliott and we may speak like this. Can you tell me where I am?"



    Elliott


    The gentle voice spoke in his mind, "You are at Ciorcal Marlis, in the kingdom of Kirdais, but I think this means little to you. I sense that all you have seen and heard is unfamiliar to you, and that is not something I understand, for there is no place I know of that does not know of the Seven Kingdoms. I see you do not know this either, but I am not permitted to read more than the most surface of your thoughts unless you give permission. So you, knowing nothing of the world as I know it, are as strange to me as I must be to you.


    "There is something else I must say to you - for one unaccustomed to such speech, as you are, there are some dangers. This will tire you quickly, and may leave you in some pain if we speak for too long.


    "There is also this - if you have the gift, unawakened and untrained, too much contact mind-to-mind may bring on what we call threshold sickness, and this is dangerous in adults.


    "There is another way, if you will trust us and allow us to do what we can. It is possible to place the knowledge of our language directly in your mind. It will take time, and must be done while you are held in a trance, and it will require several of us working together to accomplish this. And after, it will take some days and much practice to become fluent.


    "So... Will you let us give you our speech, or will you risk more contact mind-to-mind?"




    With a wry smile Ivy answers.


    "I do not understand my own tale, it is as puzzling to you as it is to me. Thank you, you are very kind. If there is some way I can be of service to you please let me know. I am not one used to idle my time away."



    Ivy


    Lord Seanan turns again to speak to the young woman seated next to him, and then gestures to the woman on his other side to join their discussion. After a few moments, he speaks to you again.


    "Guestright does not require you to do this, but it is a generous offer, and Merisa assures me that I may trust you. One thing she would ask of you, if you will, is that you set down as full an account as you can of your experience - as you have but lately learned habla, you may have the use of one of my clerks. Rafaella has said you are a master builder in your own land - if you wish, you may consult with my steward, Kievan si'ha Arago," here he nodded toward the person seated to his left, "to see if there are any projects where your knowledge may be of help. If not, there may be other tasks sie is aware of that may interest you. I would ask only that you do not travel more than two days' distance from Banailt, in case Merisa has news for you. If this suits you, Kievan will summon you in the morning to discuss this further."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

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  • "Thank you Lord Seanan, that is very agreeable to me."


    Ivy will be able to rest easy tonght...or at least easier, full tum, clean and a plan for going forward.

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  • "Thank you Lord Seanan, that is very agreeable to me."


    Ivy will be able to rest easy tonght...or at least easier, full tum, clean and a plan for going forward.


    Ivy


    With Rafaella's help, you get back to your room, and start getting ready for sleep. Rafaella asks you if you mind if she stays on in Banailt for a while to help you get settled in - as she says "I was only going to see my sister to avoid Ranald - we aren't all that close. And I can avoid him just as easily here, and take care of some business for my village at the same time."


    She pauses and then continues hesitantly, "When you give your name, you never give your lineage. Is it perhaps that you are a foundling, or have broken with your family? I hope I give no offence, but.... Among us, it is common to give at least the first part of one's lineage when you meet someone new. It.... was noticed that you did not name yourself fully when Lord Seanan asked your lineage and clannas. Merisa assured him that there was no deceit in you, but still... It was noticed."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • Lucas


    Lucas tries to listen to key words that he might pick up usage for. Communication must begin somewhere. Anyway, still not fully convinced that this thing that is happening is real, Lucas decides to play along for now, and not questioning the major premise of the story is an important beginning point for this. And if Lucas is going to play this game, whatever it is, he's decided to play it well.


    So the language study begins.

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  • Lucas tries to listen to key words that he might pick up usage for. Communication must begin somewhere. Anyway, still not fully convinced that this thing that is happening is real, Lucas decides to play along for now, and not questioning the major premise of the story is an important beginning point for this. And if Lucas is going to play this game, whatever it is, he's decided to play it well.


    So the language study begins.


    Lucas


    Sitting around one of the campfires, beside - Camilla, you think she said her name was - and a few other people, you realise that you are hearing two different languages being spoken. Most of the general conversation is in a somewhat musical language that reminds you of Italian or Spanish speakers - you've heard a fair amount of both languages on the streets (and subway cars) of NYC, but sometimes two people speaking just with each other will lapse into a harsher language that makes you think of someone in a movie with a bad Scottish accent - lots of 'ach' sounds.


    Camilla notices that you are listening intently, and starts pointing at things - the bread and cheese someone gave you to eat, the rather nice mug of light beer someone else gave you, the fire, the stew simmering over the fire, the things that people are wearing or using - and saying their names. You pick up a few simple verbs, too - sit, stand, walk, eat, drink. They all seem to be in the softer language - you get the feeling that maybe this is a common tongue everyone uses, while the other language is only used in some places.


    Realising that you probably sound like some kind of demented parrot, you repeat words to yourself over and over, trying to fix a small working vocabulary in your mind.


    After everyone has eaten, you watch as the others go about making ready for sleep. Camilla gives you more words - wash, dry, pack (or maybe store or put away), blanket, tent, sleep - and introduces you to a young man, Harald, who takes you aside into a wooded area and teaches you words for various essential bodily functions and the places where you perform them.


    You find yourself assigned to a tent with two other men, Harald and someone who introduces himself as Stefan mi'ha Connait. You roll up in the blankets you're given and think very bemusedly about everything that's happened before finally falling asleep.


    In the morning - which starts very early, perhaps too early in your night-worker's opinion, there's a quick breakfast of more bread and cheese, some hot drink that's not coffee but you suspect is supposed to serve the same purpose, and dried fruit. Then it's time to break camp. Everyone pitches in, dousing what's left of the fires, taking down tents, packing things away in wagons or on muleback, filling in the privy trench, getting ready to go. You try to help, though as a city person, you're best at folding and packing blankets and other such tasks. Harald and Stefan keep an eye on you, and continue pointing at things and giving you more words.


    Hen it seems everyone is ready to set off, Camilla comes up to you. Half in words, half in pantomime, she tells you that you are welcome to travel with them. Then she climbs up onto the lead wagon, and they set out, some driving or riding in the wagons, some walking in twos or threes beside them, some leading the string of mules behind.

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • "What do you mean by lineage?, my mother and father? Or further back?" Shrugging, "there is nothing to hide, just where I come from one does not commonly use one's lineage when introduced, we use surnames which are usually passed from father to child, often when a woman marries she will adopt her husband's surname. Let me tell you a bit about my family, then maybe you can help me with the lineage.


    I was raised by my paternal grandparents, Fiona (nee Kirschbaum) and Fritz Birenbaum after my parents Meredith (nee Bircholt) and Hans died in an accident when I was two. Spent every summer with my maternal grandparents Audrey (nee Kastan) and Alfred Bircholt. "

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  • "What do you mean by lineage?, my mother and father? Or further back?" Shrugging, "there is nothing to hide, just where I come from one does not commonly use one's lineage when introduced, we use surnames which are usually passed from father to child, often when a woman marries she will adopt her husband's surname. Let me tell you a bit about my family, then maybe you can help me with the lineage.


    I was raised by my paternal grandparents, Fiona (nee Kirschbaum) and Fritz Birenbaum after my parents Meredith (nee Bircholt) and Hans died in an accident when I was two. Spent every summer with my maternal grandparents Audrey (nee Kastan) and Alfred Bircholt. "


    Ivy


    "Yes, your parents. And where you are from. My full name, which I would only give on formal occasions, is Rafaella n'ha Doria ag Juris of Tramont ar Banailt i'Shielig. i name my mother first, then my father, that is my lineage, then my clannas, which is of the village of Tramont in the lands of Banailt in Shielig. My brother is Parrel mi'ha Juris ag Doria, of the same clannas. N'ha means daughter of, mi'ha means son of, and for lesca, who are neither man nor woman, we say si'ha, child of, and name father or mother first, as the person chooses. So your lineage is Ivee n'ha Meredith ag Hans. For your clannas, you say first the place you were born in, then the holding it is part of, and the kingdom last."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • "Ah, so when I am formally introduced or asked my name I say I am 'Ivy n'ha Meredith ag Hans of Santa Cruz ar California i'United States of America?"


    Ivy crawls into bed.


    "Rafealla, why are there two languages so commonly used? What do you call your local tongue? Could you begin to teach me tomorrow?"

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  • (OOC: I swear I'll get this tomorrow morning Meh but I just have had one hell of a day and cannot function enough right now.)


    OOC: no worries, Carni, this is supposed to be fun, not an obligation. I hope the hell part of whatever is happening is over and that things are much better tomorrow.


    "Ah, so when I am formally introduced or asked my name I say I am 'Ivy n'ha Meredith ag Hans of Santa Cruz ar California i'United States of America?"


    Ivy crawls into bed.


    "Rafealla, why are there two languages so commonly used? What do you call your local tongue? Could you begin to teach me tomorrow?"


    Ivy


    "In a formal situation, yes. For casual meetings with new people, Ivy n'ha Meredith is enough, or Ivy n'ha Meredith of..." She hesitated a little over the new words, "Santa Cruz. Then people will know you are from very far away, because the name will be one they have never heard of, and that will excuse your lack of knowledge about so many things."


    Rafaella laid down, turning on her side and leaning on her elbow, and continued. "As for languages.... It is said that once everyone in the Seven Kingdoms spoke only some form of teanga, which is what most people here in Shielig speak as their milk tongue. Though of course the people of the deserts have their own tongue, as do the Finnathi, the Sionni and, if any still live in the great northern mountsins, the Cairini. Then a new people came and they spoke habla. Over many years, of trade and intermarriage and living closely together, many people in the south came to speak habla, as did many of those in the deserts. So it is that people in the northern kingdoms mostly speak teanga, and people in the south mostly habla, but those who travel or deal with people who travel often speak both. And of course even in the south, the Rialior speak teanga among themselves, and it is the language spoken in the Ciorcallais, though of course many caillais speak both tongues."


    She laughed. "I never realised how complicated it is, when you try to explain it. But anywhere you go, even in the desert or among the otherkin, someone will speak habla. And anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms, you will find people who speak teanga. And if you wish, I will teach you as much teanga as I can, but i have heard it said that those who come to it later in life find it hard to learn, while those who come to habla as adults have less hardship."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • Lucas


    Full immersion learning is much faster than regular language learning, but languages never really were Lucas's thing.


    On the other hand, and somewhat to his own bafflement, he did somewhere stop remembering to think 'this must not be real.'


    As soon as he can, he intends to ask Camilla the question, "when you found me, how did I appear? Where did I come from? How did I get here? Where is 'here'?" or somesuch similar question list.


    In the meantime, noting that they do have alcohol, Lucas hopes he can make some friends and contacts with a skill he knows he is in practice with -- the mixing of drinks.

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  • "I will relish learning your teanga in the morning, but now I think I better sleep. Sleep well Rafaella."

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