janestarz | Malakden Bar night

Still on the run and looking for a safe place to build her new life, Kseniya wandered into a small village somewhere near the Mountain Court of the Fey. She found some fellow Stravani soon enough, and was happy to hear the dulcet tones of her own language echoing over the field.

While the Faronese and the Fey alike clustered inside, the three Stravani gathered around a fire outside, cursing the soft winters of the south and wishing for snow. Volkov, a surly Stravani from the steppes, and Karl from the ice islands couldn't be more different, but we were all Stravani and they were happy to translate for me and introduce me to several people.

I met Pok, a troll smith that also only knew his own language, but echoed "Pok" whenever you called him. I started to learn him my name, in the hopes that he would one day reply to me with "Kseniya".
I met Wazbär, who was adamantly defending himself from other people's accusations.
A knight called Rowan, who was missing his left hand and carried an axe so he could still fight.
And Baron Tyke, who offered me a job hunting monsters in his haunted forest. Sounds like fun!

And then there was Walter. An agent for CKG, a sort of secret service. Tyke tried to translate but his Stravani is too broken, he needs to drink more vodka to get some fluency in the language. I am pretty sure Walter did not say "I lick your butt."
Walter wanted desperately to get into my pants and in the end promised to solve my problems at home. I told him it was not possible. If the only innkeeper in Udmurtia would some day go missing, people would start asking questions. I would be the last to cry if Boris were to go missing, but maybe my husband Sacha would have something to say about it. I did stress Sacha was not to be hurt, and I hope Volkov didn't screw up the translation there. Walter seemed pleased though. But as subtle as I was, the rest of the table seemed to know exactly what was going on. Oh well.

Now it is on to Vate Mishtra. To the monster hunting guild!

Baravond januari 2018

Fully in costume with last-minute hat et al.

It was a lot of fun to play all the bad Russian stereotypes. Stoic, tough, hairy, full of bad vodka jokes. And although I couldn't add a second language to my skillset because of my chosen flaw, it wasn't a problem and added some depth to the game. As Tyke was having a serious discussion and Volkov was hovering nearby as a bodyguard, I watched the perimeter with my back to them. Because I don't understand a word they are saying, they don't have to worry about eavesdropping either.
Once the conversation was over and Walter stepped up, he asked Tyke who I was and commented on my physique and furs, but of course I don't speak the language. It was wonderful to have them gossiping behind my back and so funny.

Kseniya got a proper introduction into the setting and the players were all pretty welcoming. I'm looking forward to the event in March!