Log Date: 9/9/96
Log Cast:
	Uruk, Dart, Tari, Trouble
Log Intro:
	Dart of Sorrow's End, once of Lostholt, has caught up with the
surly young maiden Trouble, in his impulsive effort to find her once
he discovered she had left Lostholt territory on her own quest for an
adult's name. Trouble has grudgingly allowed Dart to stay with her,
but it hasn't exactly been a peacable companionship. Nor has it been
an unobserved one, due to its proximity to the village of the Olbar
tribe of humans....

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Uruk stops as he spots something in the distance, squinting. "<Tari. Look!>"

Dart is standing almost in plain sight, his mop of reddish-brown hair visible 
  from a distance but his ear points are not.

Tari
Past the the first bloom of youth, but not yet settled into middle age, Tari 
  is still a very attractive woman. She stands just a hair taller than five 
  feet, and looks to be very fit and healthy. The lines around her brown eyes 
  reflect someone who has spent a great deal of time laughing. Her long brown 
  hair is pulled back with a leather thong. She wears a simple leather dress, 
  belted at the waist, and from the the stains on it she spends a lot of time 
  kneeling in dirt, mud, and clay.
Carrying:
Shining pebble
a dull knife

Uruk
Uruk stands before you, a large, intimidating man. At 6'7, Uruk is a 
  formidable man with large, powerful muscles and an overall physically 
  imposing form: square jaw and square shoulders, a bushy black beard, 
  peppered with grey now, covers his face and jaw and makes his smile, when it 
  shows, a brief flash of white through his dark beard. His eyes, small and 
  dark, g gleam fiercely when he squints through lowered, bushy brows. He 
  carries a spear with him at most times.

Dart blinks, ** Did you say something? **

Tari blinks, "<Is that what I think it is?>"

Uruk nods, squinting, "<Gotara take my aged eyes. I think it is, Tari. An 
  elf.>"

Tari says "<Well, my eyes are younger than yours, but it still looks like an 
  elf to me too.>"

Uruk nods abruptly. "<Shall we try to contact it? It is, no doubt, the reason 
  our game is a bit more scarce.>"

Dart sends openly ** Trouble, speak up if you're going to talk. **

Tari shrugs, "<Yes. But lets be a bit cautious, the elves have little reason 
  to consider us friends.>"

Uruk nods, "<Tis so. Let's approach it openly. Let it know we're coming.>" 
  With that, he walks steadily, tall and proud, towards the elf.

Dart glances around and finally looks behind him as he hears the humans' 
  approach. He spins around and backs up a few steps, "Trouble..."

Tari has to jog a bit to keep up, Uruk has longer legs than her, but she tries 
  not to lag behind.

Sheltered in the copse of trees in which she's been denning for moons now, 
  Trouble sends back reservedly, ** I... no, I didn't say anything... ** She 
  cuts off, then, at the sudden sound of Dart's voice aloud.

Uruk raises his arms before him. He has a spear in one arm, a rather large one 
  to boot, however it's held at an angle that shows he neither intends to 
  throw it, nor stab. "<Peace, elf.>"

Tari puts her hands on her hips. She only has a knife in her belt which 
  doesn't look sharp enough to cut anything.

Up in her tree, Trouble stares, freezing in startlement for a moment. Her hand 
  moves without thinking to her bow, but she doesn't shoot. Yet.

Dart simply stands there more surprised than confused at the humans words, 
  "<Gr..Greetings.>" he stumbles over human words he hasn't spoken in Turns. 
  "<Hoan G'Tay Sho?>"

Uruk shakes his head, "<Olbar the Mountain Tall was our forefather. We are the 
  Olbar. What are you doing on our lands?>"

Trouble gapes. Dart knows human words? That more than anything stays her hand 
  -- but a primal fear in her gut keeps her up in the tree, too, hand clenched 
  on her bow, shaking slightly.

Dart starts to look puzzled, trying hard to call up the words he was taught. 
  "Trouble don't you know any human words?"

Tari lets Uruk do the talking for once and looks the elf up and down.

Uruk blinks at Dart as he speaks, then looks curiously at Tari, "<Did you 
  understand that?>"

Trouble sends openly ** <fury/fear> Curse it, Dart, what are you doing?! **

Tari shakes her head, "<No.>"

Trouble remains up on her leafy perch, trembling now, utterly flabbergasted.

Dart fiddles with his arrowhead pendant, "<No hurt.. umm.. me? Or.. friend?>"

Uruk cocks his head, "<Friend? You have company?>" He scans the treetops.

Tari blinks, "<Two elves?>"

Dart sends openly ** What? No one ever tell you about the Hoan G'Tay Sho? 
  Cutter mentioned Olbar the Mountain Tall when he told me about Nonna and 
  Adar. **
Dart scratches his head trying to remember something, "<Friend hiding. Friend 
  not like tall ones.>"

Uruk regards Dart thoughtfully, "<Just one friend?>"

Dart umms, and holds up one finger indicating that there's just one elf hiding.

Uruk nods, turning to Tari, "<He has one companion. Maybe a mate? They dont' 
  seem dangerous.>"

Trouble flicks her wide green gaze from her companion to the tall ones. 
  They're not here to fight? But... ** Dart... <unsureness/fear, but the fury 
  is ebbing, at least a little> **

Tari hmms, "<How long are you planning on staying in our lands?>"

Uruk says "<And what are you doing here?"

Dart sighs deeply, most of the words are beyond his vocabulary and they're 
  talking so fast...
Dart sends openly ** Curse it, Cutter's better with their words. They don't 
  even say them like Geolin did. **

Uruk mutters, "<Wish I spoke elven. He's not understanding us I think."

Tari tries again, slower and with crude handmotions, "<When are you going?>"

Dart blinks a few times, "<Umm... Stay here, not long. Too close bad tall 
  ones?>"

Uruk nods, "<OUr village not far. That way.> "He points, "<Don't go there.>"

Dart sends openly ** You sure you don't know any of their words? **
Dart pinches his nose closed, "<Can smell..>"

Uruk smiles dryly, "<He thinks we smell. Huh.>"

Trouble sends openly ** <hesitance> No. None. **
Up in the tree, a slim white hand draws sheltering leaves aside, giving a 
  glimpse of green eyes narrowed in speculation.

Tari chuckles, "<I've thought so myself on occasion. Your warriors don't bathe 
  often enough.>"

Uruk sticks out his tongue undignifiedly at Tari.

Tari swats Uruk playfully.

Uruk pokes Tari in the ribs and grins.

Dart glances between the two humans, "<Chief know.. umm... Olbar.. long 
  time...past.>" He nods to himself thinking he got his point across, he hopes.

Uruk chuckles, "<I'm sure of that. You do live a long while, you do.> "He 
  slants a glance upwards at the trees, meeting green eyes for a moment. He 
  smiles hoodedly, and gives no indication that he spotted the elusive 
  'friend'.

Trouble creeps out along the branch on which she's paused. It's not a big tree 
  to begin with, wide and open as this valley is, and the branch shifts ever 
  so slightly under its occupant's weight.

Tari stares at the elf in the tree curiously.

Dart glances up at the tree where his friend hides before turning back to the 
  humans, "<Ummm.. not know many... words. Sorry.>"

Uruk looks up at Trouble openly. "< I thought your kind was /good/ at hiding.> 
  " He grins wryly.

Dart looks puzzled for a moment before passing along the translation, "He said 
  something about being good at hiding.. I think."

Trouble, as she finally allows herself to be viewed, keeps her hand on her 
  weapon, ready to nock an arrow at the first sign of need. At the big human's 
  regard her mouth tightens a little, but she doesn't look away; then, at 
  Dart's relaying, she smirks. ** I'd still be hiding if you hadn't been 
  standing out here like a ravvit showing its white tail off to the nearest 
  wolf... ** Her tone is acerbic but more with worry than true sarcasm.

Uruk crosses his thick arms over his chest, "<You can come down you know. 
  We're not going to hurt you.>"

Dart smirks up at Trouble, ** At least I'm not hiding like a scared treewee. 
  <<teasing>> **
Dart sends openly ** He said you can come down.. I don't know what the rest 
  was. **

The elf maiden considers that string of nonsense directed, at least as far as 
  she can tell, up to her. Then she scowls thunderously at Dart, and that, 
  more than the human's words, makes her sling the bow -- no good against a 
  target standing so close anyway -- onto her shoulder. She clambers down 
  then, lithely, to stand in full view, a raggedly clad urchin of an elf 
  huntress.

Dart hrms, "<She not sure. Not know tall one words.>"

Uruk looks down from his towering height on the two. He frowns faintly, what 
  must look like a hideous scowl to small elves, "<Now. Where are you headed?>"

Dart glances up at the chief, looking puzzled.
Dart sends openly ** I've got to learn more tall one words. **

Uruk sighs gustily. "<Where do you go now?>"

Trouble looks warily from Tall One to Dart and back again, brow wrinkled at an 
  exchange she never thought she'd witness and live to tell about it.

Dart puxxles over the question, "<Umm... not go now.>"

Uruk nods, "<WHERE. Not when. Where?>"

Dart stammers, "<Go no green place.. umm... dirt place?>" Struggles to find 
  the right place for where he intends to go next.

Uruk regards Dart quizically.

Dart stammers, "<Not stay for good... we go umm... big wood tree?>" He tosses 
  his hands in the air to emphasize the size of the Father tree, someplace 
  easier to explain on a limited vocabulary.
Dart sends openly ** I think he wants to know where we're going. I think. I 
  don't know the right words for what I want to say. <<frustration>> **

Uruk blinks at Dart and nods. Slowly. "<Say only one thing. Stay away from 
  village. Don't stay for long time. You don't hurt us, we don't hurt you. 
  Understand?>"

Dart nods, "<Stay away from tall ones place. Tall ones stay away from elf 
  place? Not hurt elf, we not hurt humans.>"

Uruk smiles dryly, "<Not know where elf place /is/. Farewell.>" He nods 
  gruffly and turns, walking off.

Dart relays what Uruk says to Trouble in his own language. "He said to stay 
  away from the human holt, and they won't hurt us if we don't hurt them. I 
  told him that we would stay away as long as they stay away from our holt."

Trouble smirks a bit. ** I've got no problems with staying away from them, ** 
  she sends, sticking close to her hiding-place as the humans depart.

[End log.]