((I'd say since we're a 'guild' most of us know each other, unless you're a new guy))
Sil chuckled in a rusty voice, and dropped down, sitting cross legged on the table. He began talking then, for Stilvechnik was used to long periods of silence-hence, when he could, he talked constantly. Much to the gentle annoyance of his friends.
Stilvechnik actually spoke the common language more or less perfectly, though his tounge tended to linger on his strings of 'E's and be punctuated by yarking and yipping.
"The Ke-ee-ep? That was fun-Yark! You were all tied up in the corner, awaiting your turn in the dungeon-I saw the Warlord in his throne, tried to aim for his neck with my knife, plunged off the chandelier...and, ended up landing in the lap of his favorite concubine instead...lucky she thought I was cute, would make a better pet, than another prisoner...and of course, by then you had managed to cut the ropes Gil. My distraction worked perfe-ee-ctly, right? Yark yark yark!
Ahh, but I've worked on my acrobatics since then. Yip! I've even taken the spirit of the Cat as my tote-ee-m." He said, tapping a tiny claw on the small wooden stick (hardly larger than a peg) hanging from his belt-carved into it on a small plate was an earnest rendition of a feline face, though it seemed to incorporate distinctly reptilian features-a cat wasn't traditionally one of the creatures Kobolds were used to living beside, except for eating. Stilvechnik was actually quite religious in his own way, though he didn't follow Orneg or any specific deity-his peoples beliefs tended to animism, the power of spirit animals. It was closer to the ideals which Markus proscribed. He simply believed paying homage to the spirits of certain animals granted you a share of their luck and strength, as long as you didn't expect divine intervention. A feline tended to mean fierce daring and confidence-and Sil had spent the last week gathering various bits of felines, offering them in a ritual fire, and showing kindness to local stray cats by feeding them to entice the spirit to help him.
Afterwards, he certainly felt more agile and daring.
Sil tapped the map after Markus had, but in a different spot. The CAVERNS.
"In any case, I'd like to vote for the 'Caverns of the Elements'. I love caves! Very dark and easy to hide in...and there's always de-ee-licious mushrooms around...it seems our mission here will be a specialty of mine.
No offe-ee-nse against towers, Yark! But there's bound to be Warlock badness there. Sil does not deal with Red magic very good, except for taking it apart when it's in a trap or using it in bottled up in a pretty wand."
In Sils terms, magic was simple and he used wide and general, sometimes contradicting terms-Red Magic was aggressive, often demonic, or just bad. Black related to Necromancers, or hurting others, or forcing someone to something they didn't like-but it wasn't used in as strictly negative terms as the Red, merely bad magic being justified for a good cause. Green related to magic like Markus's, or helpful magic in general, and healing magic. White he used for the terms of priests, or magic he couldn't understand. He had only used the term Blue magic once, when talking about a Kobold shaman who could turn himself into a bat-a term for magic that changed things into other things, or made ones true form difficult to perceive, either mentally or physically.
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