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March 2017 Game History
By: iikepie13 Date: October 25, 2017, 5:44 am
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A transcription of the conversation had in the Illyngrad tavern
on this night:
“I must say that these strange bunch we have around here at
Illyngrad are stirring up too much trouble my friends. It’s
getting to be that time of the month again when we have one day
that they all go wild about the barony. I tell you something’s
wrong with them.” Exclaimed the bar keep, as he poured a few
more rounds, shooting a glance toward the various sympathizers
to the foreigners. “Take for instance when that hoity elf Eru
somethin’ or rather, took our token Sauran, that derned fuzzy
Connar, and the masked girl that’s been hanging about, all to
patrol the forest one morning. The handful of them thought they
would take on a bandit patrol by themselves, and got what was
coming to them. These bandits aren’t stupid mind you, as they
always sent out some of their best fighters as their scouts
along the roads. They even sundered that Sauran, Bjernsen’s,
great sword! Have you seen how big that guy is?! And still they
were gotten the better of and ran back to town licking their
wounds. Hah, bunch of rambunctious adventurers I say, should
have picked up a trade instead!” The farmers round the tavern
gave approving grunts to their skill in the fields, before
taking another swig.
A voice from the tables declared, “It’s strange though, we
haven’t had any problems from them northern Bandits for some
time though, as that same day we all heard those green skins
charging through the fields, not attack us, and set up quite the
commotion in the North but haven’t bothered us since.” Some
snickers come from those listening as if they didn’t have to
ponder why those bandits won’t be bothering us for a while.
One of the farmers who witnessed the horde roll through the
fields said, “I could have sworn some of those green skins
weren’t exactly green though.”
“I’m almost certain you are right.” Huffed the barkeep.
“Apparently we do have some new bullywugs, ‘round about though.
According to Asherah, and her no name fella’, these ones aren’t
related to our local king. They just want to smash up the place
apparently, just like my brother.” Squeaked a young child.
“Atleast I finally have a deal with someone for my Tinkle
Tinctures, with Fabio and his crew.” the Survivorman, on one of
his rare visit in town, laughed at his own brilliance. “He and
those other strange persons are stimulating the economy I say.”
“You sir are equally strange.” Said the barkeep as he passed him
a brew.
“Connar sure stimulated our economies before he left us.”
Giggled a few of the barmaids through the tavern. A few of them
men spat on the floor at that comment.
“If that Satyr hadn’t left of his own free will, I’m sure the
Zestav would have found something else to convict him of in no
time.” The barkeep said.
Shouts rose after those comments, and heavy bootsteps headed out
the door, “Both of his heads should have rolled, we all know
that miner was innocent!”
“Sure as the Masters are deaf, he was probably right about
that.” The barkeep sighed.
“Atleast we have a new team to start protecting us miners more.
Granted it’s only the weird green Leaf guy that nobody can talk
to, our guardsman Pavlov, and that elf… Eruainon! That’s what he
said his name was. Still… not much of a team to face all those
things that come from the underground…” remarked an ever so
slightly buzzed miner.
A disgruntled dock worker shouted from the back, “Why are you
worried about the underground when we are almost to the raiding
season?! The first of the Sauran boats has already come and
robbed us, specifically a poor little fellow, and then run off
without a scratch on them. Asherah at the very least thought to
steal their boat, but they stole one of ours in return! That
Fabio and his Peacock friend just huddled together in fear,
while those other so called adventurers ran scared, how will we
protect ourselves this summer!?”
“Hang the raiders, our own town guard must be more corrupt than
usual even. I heard them talking about how one of their number
was driven mad when this stranger he was meeting with died, more
like turned to ash when they unmasked him. Our own Zestav can’t
protect themselves, let alone us poor folk. Those adventurers
that you keep talking bad about are the only answered prayer to
have been bestowed upon us.” Countered another patron
With a huff the barkeep concurred, “You may just be right sir…
They have proven themselves on occasion. Why, Brondo that
hunter, took Connar, that wee masked girl, and errr… Eruainon
and killed an Owlbear by the look of the pelt they drug back
here.”
The dock worker piped up again, “Asherah, along with Non, Fabio,
and Mr. Peacock even drove off an evil water spirit that
attacked their newly acquired ship, I saw it just off the
horizon through my spyglass. They have to be blessed by the
Masters I tell you to face such creatures day in and day out for
us.”
“Indeed, they even brought my prize bull to heel after he was
stung by all these derned bugs flying about thanks to that Grand
Heating that’s going on. Though they did have to use magic,
haha, silly things could have just asked for my lassoes.”
Remarked another farmer.
“There is that tiny green skin that has been wandering about
with them too.” Another patron interjected, “Not very strong but
useful and friendly as can be I tell yah. Why he was telling me
the other day how he met a chicken that could transform into a
human, and his musical companion. Poor creature does get bullied
a bit too much though, if you ask me.”
“We are gonna need all of ‘em, before we know it.” Said a
merchant rising to his feet. “They are always risking themselves
to protect your sorry hides. A number went out on patrol, and
the high elf, and one of the younger fighters, got captured by
Dark Elves that ambushed them on the road. Connar was the only
one that could track his friends down, while the hunter Brondo
got a whole ‘nother group to rescue them. Apparently that bat
changeling Nethylis, was able to get some quick spells off to
free the two prisoners, but he himself got captured and left for
dead in the woods by those blasted dark elves.” He took a final
swig, “If any ten of you had an ounce of the courage inside one
of em, I’d be shocked. In all my travels, not a single person
would be willing to help you bumpkins up here in Nowhere Ratoss,
not even your own Baron. Yet these ragtag adventurers fight and
die to protect what semblance of a life you all have here. I’ll
be glad to rid myself of you ungrateful lot come morning, and
travel the safe roads they have made!” slamming his mug down the
merchant headed up to his room.
“Last call!” Yelled the barkeep, though it was really too early
to close up for a usual evening. “Head home to your families,
get rested. There will be plenty of work, and brew for you
tomorrow.” Under his breath he murmured with hope, “Maybe those
adventurers can ensure we can always have a tomorrow to wake up
to…”
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