POSTS MADE DURING THE FORUM'S BREAKDOWN
The icebreaker slows to a halt amongst the icy waters, those aboard the vessel either assist in deciphering the infrasound or preparing the icebreaker for the coming snowfall and for future research, and as such slowly the interior of the icebreaker warms and a column of thin smoke rises from the single funnel on the ship as the crew start up the ship's intensive heating.
The crew shall ride out the coming snowfall while those well versed in or at least somewhat cultured enough in the Dze spend the ensuing halt in ship movement to figure out what the infrasounds mean and at the very least see if they can make some sort of greeting to sound if needed. While others the seek meaning in the infrasounds, a team of three Dzeologists set to leave once the snow subsides converse upon how to approach the camp.
The snowfall was light, barely a drizzle coating the lands, but it was nontheless cold. The three Dzeologists would then see...no, percieve, something in the shrubbery near the shore. Something was there, but they couldn't see it. Until they began to heard hooves in the distance. From the valley where the camp's fires would be spotted, 20 riders would appear, clad in laminar and scaled armour, hardy boots and gloves, their faces hidden by masks of metal attached to their helmets, bearing black hair standards, shields, seathed sabres and bows, mighty of height, only the star-like glitter of their eyes could be seen by those of keen eye, for the rest of their body was covered, they would stand motionless in formation until their captain spoke, in a tongue they might recognize (Solaren).
Qudlał̣: "¡Hail, foreigners! I am Qudlał̣ of the Sea People, captain of this tł̣uƚ (unit of twenty) and guardian of my tribe. ¿Will you accompany us so you may meet the T'aan and be guarded and subject to our laws?"
From the railing of the icebreaker, 2 of the 3 Dzeologists stare in slight confusion until soon after the oldest of the 3 relays to them in a foreign language most likely what was said. He most likely is the only one who understands the most Solaren and after a few seconds he responds back in Solaren.
Këluriķ Ag-Țketṡkaṭ: "Greetings! I am Këluriķ Ag-Țketṡkaṭ, here with two of my colleagues. We will accompany you, but we require a small amount of time to prepare."
Qudlał̣: "Worry not then, although snow falls, night is not yet to approach and the reach of the elements is weaker. We can wait, in the meantime ¿may I ask the names of your accompanying crew?" said the captain as he writes in a wooden tablet the name of the Voiditen in a perfect phonetical translation, his ear catching even the slightest of changes "For now" interrupting his own words with a whistle "while we wait, I have ordered for garments for you and your kin, the cold here is often lethal to unaware foreigners as we have learned for milennia."
The rest of the unit would then stand there, however talking between them in an unknown language, of long and complex words, intertwined meanings in where nothing seemed to be equivalent to what was said before, yet in their tone it seemed most apparent a matter of curiosity if anything, for it was rare to see foreigners from the shore and yet, in the past four years it had become increasingly common.
