PaxLair, Chesapeake (PaxLair Times) – February 13, 1999 – by Winfield – Last night, PaxLair was astonished by the arrival of two dark-skinned people dressed in deer headdresses and carrying mighty spears. They spoke a strange language barely understandable to the people gathered near the Mage Tower. “Da gander one has voisic uv pax lair moi moi voisic”, the one Elder Tribeswoman known as Niamba said to us. After some time we figure out that “Da gander one” is “The Greater One” and has a “vision” of PaxLair. All wondered what this vision could be and came to learn the Shaman will come to PaxLair Wednesday at 10 bells before midnight by the eastern sky (10PM Eastern). The Tribe appeared to be very friendly and not threatening to PaxLair. We will know more when we speak to their Shaman. It appears the Shaman may speak Britannian better than than Niamba and Malabo.
Rhyssand, the PaxLair Master Healer, took Niamba and Malabo, an Elder Tribesman, on a short tour of the town showing the Healers and Chapel house and the arena. In the course of the tour, the group found that the Tribe does not like magic nor orcs; they mentioned “Malaki” and when someone said the name back, they went into a raging frenzy. Christopher Wren, Cain the Druid, Sharona, and Ore Hound accompanied Rhyssand. Mayor Winfield, having a bit of trouble understanding the Tribe’s language, followed and asked questions through others who could decipher their language better.
The Tribe took a keen interest to some things and scoffed at others. An ink well had their attention for a moment, but when it fell over and ink covered one of their hands, they spat at it and tried to wipe the ink off. The group was about to go to the alchemist shop when Cain the Druid suggested it would probably not be a good idea with their inquisitiveness and shaking explosive potions.
At the arena, they seemed to like the open air yet appeared to feel a little confined within the arena’s walls. To prepare for the Shaman’s visit and be able to offer gifts, the townsfolk needed to see what they liked. They showed the Tribe magic reagents, potions, gems, and gold. They scoffed at the reagents and potions while their eyes lit up at the shining gems and gold.
All of the sudden, one of them shouted out, “Ra Awik mek hus!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and both went running through to the other side of town and disappeared. No one knew what happened, yet all felt they would be back as they said on Wednesday with their Shaman. Gifts will be needed to give to their Shaman to show good will and people will be needed to help translate our language because it is unknown exactly how well the Shaman can speak Britannian.