Mages Guild: Common has been Stolen Edition

>growling sounds

Ist das besser?
Danke.
>Glug picks up a mug
Hē'i ki anumāna? Hidāra ēmanaki āmāra yaunasaṅgama mēẏē chila nā!
>He seems upset about something

[Thats concerning...]

>Growling
>bellows
>and curs
>youtube.com/watch?v=1_KvsGhPG2E&list=PL5Go_5NzQ6wL2QGR04Ivo_DW_GtdtY4RW&index=5

>Groans in frustration

[Oh right, you need common to speak]
[Shit.]

>Holds up a big platter of meat

Āmi bāji dharē balatē pāri āpani ēmanaki ēkaṭi biṣṭhā ditē habē nā.

>confused Curs
>is clearly insulted
>or facially animates that as well as a wyvern can

>Signs (You looked hungry)

>is insulted that she read "you eat shit?"

...

>Signs (No offence, but it can be hard to read a wyvrens face)

>"Can you sit on my face?"
>Primordials are not for riding

Well ain't this the right job for a canny cager? Half the bally place parroting if they were chaosmen, here I am, a proper blood with more tongues than proper.

[We've got to fix this. I can't order cheap coke and expensive whores like this. Who did it THIS time?]

>Signs ( Is it really that hard to understand Giant sign langue?)

>Shrugs

Bhālō lēgēchē āpani ēmanaki grāhya yadi āpani āmākē bujhatē pārē habē.
>He thinks for a bit then
>"Telepathy. That's a universal language."
>"Mort, that's Emilia."
>"Same. But I remembered that telepathy is universal."

[Bless you]
[Who knows? Could have been anyone]

[Whatever course of action, I say we don't use this in the meantime.]

>Signs (WHAT?)

>"Your hands are like flag banners."
>understands nothing

>Holds up one of her books, Written in it is 'I can translate as needed where important" in way too many languages.
>Several of her other books seem keen to float over to people they like and offer to translate things for them
>A pause and then she holds up the book again
"How does one steal a language anyway?"

[Also, how do you steal a language? This isn't exactly my field of study.]

...

Heard about this Guild through a mate down the pub. I can summon a tankard whenever I want can I join the secret club?

[I vote aye in allowing John in to the guild.]

>"I don't like comprehend language, I can understand what the wall says..."

...

>"Huh, so it is. Neat."

>Shrugs in agreement

>Diana pulls out a stick of chalk and brandishes it like a dagger.

Ní mór do gach duine a bheith ciúin agus lig dom smaoineamh!

...

>"Damn parallel people speak"

Sound lads. I can hear you in my head but your mouths not moving how you doing that?

[Чтo ты гoвopишь, ты бeшeных чepтoвкa?]

[You're just really, REALLY drunk right now. That and the telepathy.]

>"But the wall makes a good point...why do we have to sit on chairs when we can fly/"

...

Right.

Who wants a pint

[Summons 100 pints]

>Signs back (That's my daughter.)
>"Pff, never mind."
>Is using telepathy
>"Mostly through magical means I assume."

>"Great, you'll fit in with another guy."
Diana, féidir tu úsáid telepathy?

[A pint sounds about as good as this meeting's gonna get right now.]

[I'll take one!]

I'll lann you a nightmare, sod. This is the Lady's own cant, tongue of all the canny berks from the heights to the pits. Can't all bally well gab from the worms, can we?

>"And auran. I'm guessing you can get that?"
Hey luv, I'm not an outside, I've keened that you and cant are like yanki and zerai, but seems the full case is gabbing second tongues.

I take it you're in charge, your hats got the most stars.

Got a question for you. How do I do magic?

>upset wyvern sounds
>"It would be poor if you could not."

[Anybody who speaks like that needs a gag.]

>Telepathyyyy "But to suppress it on such a scale is surely unlikely, Perhaps prophecy backed ritualism?"
>While not interacting with people she assists various guildmembers with important translations, Such as 'No he didn't mean he wanted to have relations with your mother'

[Some people are born with it, some people study for years and years, some people make deals with all manner of otherworldly creatures.]

Guess I was born with it.
Gonna go try it down the pub to pull this Elven bird.

Be back in a bit.

Any rube that can't should keep backring.

>Diana just pouts and sighs.

>She shakes her head and starts drawing.

cabhrú liom a shocrú seo leathcheann tú!
>Ow, not the ear!

>"Sadly I haven't gotten around to planar cant so I can only get the gist of what you are saying on occasion. Just push what you're trying to say to your surface thoughts and I'll be able to understand you."
>"By the way, I need to get to the Nine Hells."
>"I'm sure it's not that hard if you catch everyone off guard."

>Shrugs apologetically

Right. Pub didn't go too well. Managed to SOMEHOW turn the elf into a pint.

Can I start a pub in your fancy tower?

>Angered wyvern sounds intensify

[Okay, we need to fix this language thing. Someone get to casting a divination spell to see where it went? Someone try scrying? Anyone? Anything?]

[We would enjoy a pub in the fancy tower.]

>Signs (of Course it is)

Bhuel is féidir liom a thuiscint leat ach fíneáil. An riachtanas is gá roinnt earmuffs?
>(She.)

...

Right. Pints on me tonight.

Maybe you can make me a fancy room?

You got any books on how to summon food or another drink? I like my ale but I would kill for some rum.

I got a friend that peddles some illegal spices. Can he join me?

Ah ah ah, will do Serenity! Big ol' tongues circle, ya think?

Roundabout the Third Down be right?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>Ariedaeonis rears up on its hind legs and tries to roar so loud it breaks the Language Barrier

[We have a bit of an issue at the moment. Can the prostitution ring wait a moment?]

[Done. Third tower on the right, has a giant golden skeleton statue in front of it, can't miss it. Big room's down the left hallway. I'll have my squire put some books in there for you, and your friend may stay if you hide him when the inspectors come. That or find a magical loophole to make it legal.]

[That was definitely something. Now how do we all do that all the time any time we open our mouths to speak?]

>Diana just rolls her eyes.

. . .yes?

>She shoves the chalk in your hands.

I know a loophole mate.

My pub is gonna be an undercover "research" facility for you.

...

>"I've kept away from that, there's something you shouldn't know, like the orders of flats."

Right!
>Adam runs to the edge of the room and crouches, starting to trace a giant circle around it.
Get the bloods to keep in, what say?

>"That'll be a bit more tricky. Is it urgent?"

[Smart man. Can the first order of "research" be a way to get me so drunk I won't exist in this dimension anymore?]

Aye. Got a cocktail for that

[Summons a tankard full of universes]

*Screams and shrieks in a vaguely melodic way*

>"You dropped your name tag."

>She shakes her head to indicate no.

>After watching for a few minutes she remembers she has Sending and uses that.
[What can I do to help?]

>"I see. Well, can you use telepathy? I can't remember if you actually learned that."
>"Urgent in that I need to meet with a dead beat father."

[I got my diviners to trace Common to the Rogue's Guild. We have the location, we just need to take it back. Someone can go get it or teleport it back, I don't know how that works I just handle logistics.]

[You're pretty good.] *drinks and disappears in to one of your many universes*

>"You know how weak I am to psionics, and how incapable of it I am."

'ppreciate it Adam.
>Changes it a bit as he puts it on.

[Keep them all in the circle. And make sure my lines are right.]

>"Fourth Circle, coming up. Ring of Plane Shift."
>He pulls it out and tosses it to Glug.
>"Make sure you're safe when you use it. Get disrupted and you'll have to wait a week."

Ceart go leor ansin.
>"Do I? Do I really know anything about you?"
>Catches it
>"I feel fairly safe right now."
>He immediately uses it

>"Shit dad, I'm learning things about me everyday."

[Motion to investigate whether these diviners are accredited before we act on their questionable information and risk peeing off the rogues guild, through which the esteemed members of the guild purchase a not insignificant amount of hallucinations. ]

[They may not be accredited. No need for a motion.]

>Your "dad" has gone to a Circle of Hell

'S dòcha mo drùidhteach buidheann a bhios comasach air a' leaghadh seo cànan na chnap-starra?!
>Flexes

."..."

>Diana nods and starts constructing a wall of mirrors with her own ritual

Tá ag gach duine fanacht taobh istigh!

>Glares at the wyvern and points to inside the circle.

>drags in a meteor clump
>tries to talk in common
>speaks in Valmian instead
{What happened to.. words? This is some strange prank..}

>lifts up clawed feat nearly as large as you are
>"Did someone do lolimancy again?"

[What language are you speaking, sir?]

I'll need to lann that one.
>He's almost halfway around by now.

Pure angel's dust, my best thoughts.