#dreaming

With zara having gotten a delightful if quiet chuckle or more , the encounter is not entirely devoid of import, for humor is a wonderful balm and sometimes shield in the dreaming and outside of it. The sluagh's already preternatural senses (or perhaps it's just supernatural) here they have grown keener still. As they move on, Zara sees something the others do not. A figure is blocking their path ahead, about 30 feet away (If distance made sense anymore) ON the Silver. An Immense Troll that she knows not, clad in heavy plate mail and carrying a great staff shod in steel and diamond at each type. A veil lays on him that has others not mind him at all.

(Perception plus Empathy or Subterfugue for Zara)

/roll 7

She tilts her head, studying the figure.

Some find sluagh to be cold, uncaring, but Zara's most recent and current life has been one of sensitivity and insight of necessity. She has lost family and gained it anew, she has opened herself to friendship and then closed protectively around those relations with the intensity of a troll, she has seen into hearts, delved into souls, and put both of her own at risk in causes fit for every season of the cycle. She has loved with a passion that frightened and delighted even her, and she knows this troll, however honorable he is SUPPOSED to be, whatever CODE they are suppose to follow, waits to trip up or just flat out KNOCK anyone passing by the Silver off of it. This is no mere guard, this troll will use his might and strength to condemn passerby to a plunge off the Silver and all the danger that entails.

She also notices, just off the silver, perched on a couch tree (It's a thing in the Dreaming, also known as a Sofa Spruce btw) lounges a cat chimera. Zara can tell it is not WITH the troll, but rather is drawn by curiosity. It has the look of one who is preparing for a show with a feline expression of 'this should be good'

She tugs on August's voile, stilling his progress.

August was, indeed, striding on but her touch at the hem of his cloak stops him. "Yes?" he whispers to her.

Her hands weave in silent words!

Rüzgarla cocks her head, curious.

OOC Can August understand her sign?

OOC: Mmm Does he speak ASL that you know of? If not.. intelligence plus enigmas or empathy should sort it out

OOC August does not. Sooo...

/roll 7

Zara is clearly trying to warn him of a danger up ahead, something.. no, someone, that he and the eshu can't see, waiting for him

Tall? horns?

Jabbing a finger at his blue doublet.

As she makes 'this high' motions, and then Jabs August's doublet, his lordship may wonder if he's going to be ambushed by a fellow Liam, but no, he realizes it's not that

He nods "Tall, blue, horns... a troll."

NOD

"On the Path?" he whispers.

NOD.

Hands in front of her eyes, like peekaboo.

Rüzgarla can hear August even if she doesn't understand Zara completely, andd tries to look at the path out of the side of her eye. She sees nothing, but that isn't unheard of , sluagh have keen senses she lacks. She whispers "I've rarely heard of an invisible giant but.. I think she's saying there is one"

"If she says there is, there is. Do you have a suggestion on how to proceed?"

A grimace and a shrug.

Of course, if she throws something at the troll, and he reacts....

Rüzgarla grins "I have an idea." And she turns to start it unless stopped

Brow lift. This ought to be interesting. What is the Eshu equivalent of 'Hold my beer?"

She turns and begins to bounce up and down, singing and dancing "Set it ablaze like a candle wick
Hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter, hotter (light it up, light it up)
Yeah, light it up, set it a

Light it up, light it up

Light it up!"

Chimerical flames without heat light the trod, and there, is a troll shaped GAP in the room temperature fire! Now revealed .. or at least revealed enough!

A silent quiver of laughter

August murmurs for Zara's ears "If you can see it.... It can see us?"

"So be it" A deep voice rumbles, and the veil vanishes entirely. NOw August and Rüzgarla see the same troll Zara has been allong. He takes his shod staff and whirls it around "Over the side with each of you. One by one, or all at once. If you wish, you may link arms and leave the silver of your Own accord. And yes. I see you. I was hoping you'd not see me till I could shove you over."

Rüzgarla spits to the side, "Dog! Such thing is a violation of the codes of trodwalkers!"

"FFt..I know Trodwalkers, most of them are idiots. I no longer try to save them. I have.. new purpose. Now, are you three going to jump off on your own? Or am I going to have knock you off the silver one by one?"

August steps forward, hand on hilt but not drawn. "I am Baron August Truthbranch of House Liam and Bannerhouse Truthbranch. May I know how to call you?"

Zara gathers shadows about her, like a cloak. In the Dreaming, magic flows easily, and she is the Witch of Many Names.

"Call me Ferragut if you wish, it doesn't matter. Now, BARON... do your servants a favor and instruct them to jump off the Silver and set an example by jumping yourself. I've little respect for the noblity of the Oathbroken in the first place"

Oh dear, where did a sluagh learn such a rude gesture?

"SERVANT?" The Eshu is tempted to duplicate the sluagh's expression

"There are no masters or servants among us, Ferragut. We observe the Escheat, as I'm sure you do. We will pass, and on the Silver. "

Ferragut shakes his head and readies for a fight "No, little Liam. You will not."

The shadows swirl around Ferragut, and Zara shakes a tsking finger.

"We mean you no harm Ferragut, and will do you no harm if you extend the same courtesy. What power sets you here and holds you here to do harm to those who have not offered you harm?"

(August may roll Charisma plus Persuasion Or Empathy to delay the troll and keep him talking)

OOC Liam take a hit in the Charisma rolls?

Zara gestures, her arm curled as if cradling something and 'casting' seed at the troll's feet with the other hand. Spectral stalks of grain form from the dancing shadows, growing thick with power.