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[ STONE BROADCAST ] - JUNE 16TH
Story-walkers! [Munin’s voice booms out of everyone’s stones in unison. And booming, in this instance, meaning a grizzled but chipper shout. Her cheerful volume does not lower for even a second as she continues.]
Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.
But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!
But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.
You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!
We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.
[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]
And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?
Of course you will.
[You goddamn fool.]
Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.
But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!
But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.
You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!
We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.
[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]
And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?
Of course you will.
[You goddamn fool.]
no subject
But still...]
How do you want to conserve the kaleidoshells?
[Schorvalsh is indeed a better name but the Hunter's willing to bet he won't be able to pronounce it.]
no subject
Ha! It is simple!
Sch- Kaleidoshell lay their eggs on land, but spend the rest of their lives in the ocean. When the fingerlings are born, they must also journey to the water- but their shells are too soft to protect them.
So we shall conserve by defending this journey!
no subject
From predators. We will have to hunt then.
[That would be the easiest way to do it anyway. Kill anything that wants to eat the Kaleidoshells.]
no subject
[She sounds extremely alarmed by his declaration. Who knew land-dwellers could be so bloodthirsty?]
There is no honor in killing an animal simply for being an animal, Story-walker. We shall merely push them away, yes? Killing is not necessary.