After midnight we're gonna all let it all hang down...

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Eslyk looks up - "Knowledge is also power, as this can also be proof. You aim for us, as we also desire, to return to these greener times you described, and any help will be welcomed and taken away from those that may search it for greed and personal development.
I have many questions but no time sadly, but I have time for answers. You may search for a place called Glerran, and the surrounding area, as it still helds a community of Rhulistic artisans. These might be the best ones to reveal knowledge from past, to recorded and improve from, although we can also get the journey to deliver it ourselves if you think appropriate to.

Different humanoid races developed since and we can all live in harmony, as you can see, not all is lost"

The female halfling looks for something in her backpack to leave as a reminder of this unique moment, pulling out a bone mask carved like an animal face and an obsidian shard she had from her youth - "It's not much I can bring as a present myself but this is what I can, the facial representation of one wild beast and an obsidian shard. The first as a proof that art and mind over matter still remains, the second as a proof of how sharp and dark the lands at the other side of the Ringing Mountains are" - nodding and stepping back

[OOC: Not sure which animal face, but a fierce one, detailed. Eslyk will also reveal the name of a local wild beast from the Ringing Mountains]

[Attilius]

Seeing everyone else give a memento or token, the little halfling thinks for a bit then nods to himself and pulls out an older looking chatcha, worn and darker dasl than the rest but no less razor sharp. Coden would recognize HurK's had it since his beginning days at the Cerebran when they first met. He gently places it on the pile and softly pats it as if it were a loved pet.

"If... if you ever need to cut something, this'll do amazingly! Just be careful when throwing it. It's deadly AND [snif] really [snif] REALLY sharp."

He says emotionally while showing several deep laceration scars on his palm that the efferet's's spell fire didn't cook away entirely. He then wipes away something on his cheeks.

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Quila nods towards the Seed’s representative, and produces out of the folds of her clothes a brightly feathered dart and gingerly places it on the now increased stack of tokens and well-wishing parting gifts. She will also soak up as much detail as she can from the items placed by others, increasing her chances for using them in future clairvoyant endeavors would she wish to do that.

[Deleted]

Chat'cho is no stranger to gift-giving, and hums quietly as she considers just which of her possessions it would be best to divest herself of. She considers the Gythka of Past and Present, but eventually decides that it wouldn't be right to give such a relic to a non-Kreen, nor would they likely appreciate it. The compass leading to the elemental planes might not even be useful to them, and even if it were, they're not heading for those planes, so it's not likely to be useful, either. The fruit of resistance to water isn't really all that likely to be worthwhile either, so in the end she just clips off a ribbon from her raiment and tosses it onto the heap, hoping that the gift of the crew's lives will suffice when she has so little else to give.

[AthasianLaborer]

Ande smiles as politely as a lipless avian can as everyone piles their gifts onto her feathers.  She flushes slightly pink but continues smiling and breathing rhythmically as she watches their communal offering grow.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Eslyk approaches Chat'cho, takes one piece of a chunk of a local Tri-kreen hive resin and whispers - "I have a bit of the melted hive we helped with not long ago. You could gift it to them if you wish as well" - looking at her - "You make this and they never saw it before, I'm sure"

[Deleted]

Chat'cho produces a long, soft coo as she takes the piece into her hand. Suddenly, she leans against Eslyk, pressing her great chitinous mass against the approaching psion and nuzzling her for a moment in appreciation of the gesture. Her voice seems to slowly gurgle out from a chamber deep inside the Thri-Kreen rather than issue from her mouth itself.

"You do right *y mme, dra. I will not xhorget you."

As suggested, she adds the small chunk to the heap of presents.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Eslyk accepts the hug gladly, giving another back, keeping like this for a moment - "I don't know why I kept it for, but this is the right time for" - with a wink and a smile at her - "I don't forget you neither, anyone"

[DM Bob]

[Closing thread.]