For those of you who are wondering, Touse is a long walk. Far longer than those bastards guys in Belgae had told us. Especially with a hangover. Wintermane and I had a few beverages yesterday for lunch. And for supper, and maybe for breakfast.
“Its a good racket” Wintermane told me. Wintermane was a local member of the merchant council. He owned a warehouse near the southern docks, and helped me offload particular items of my cargo I’d found in my adventures. That was back when I’d been a halfling with prospects. It was Wintermane that had found me this gig. Help the broad get to Touse, some backwater spit in Aquitane or such place. I’m can’t say I was keen, but my lines of credit in Belgae were getting thin. So get this chick to Belgae safely, get some capital from a grateful council, then I can get another vessel and start trading again. Somewhere far, far away from Belgae.
So the next day I trudged over to the hall and met this birdy. Not sure I think much of her, she’s a real ice princess. But she seems pleasant enough and she’s got a nice set-up. Ther’s something strange about her I can’t put my finger on, she doesn’t seem to like the sun that much.
The journey was long and blessedly quiet and uneventful, until we found the chair. It was just a chair on the middle of the road. In the middle of a forest. Strange, I thought to myself. Well the next thing this big hairy bugger brute of an orc runs out, nekkid as the day he was born (or however it is that orcs come about), except for big-arsed jolly large club. And of course, he comes straight for me.
He didn’t do too much harm of course, and I knew he wasn’t much of a threat (the big jobby). So I thought I’d give the wee big lass a chance to show her skills. It would do her a bit of good, a bit of physical exertion. So I cheered her on and encouraged her, and she handled herself alright, for a girl. But finally, enough was enough and I couldn’t let her break a nail or something, so I thought I’d better get serious. He knew his master, and seeing my seriousness, he quickly buggered off decided to depart.
So we made it to Touse. Its not quite the bad town I thought it would be. Not a bad local brew. There is a river through the main part of town. It’s probably not big enough to bring a Caravel up, but a couple of longboats? Not that the town offers much wealth, apart from the piss booze of course.
Seems to be a bit of a bandit problem though. They’ve got a pallisade in the middle of town (prolly to protect the tavern methinks). I took up the tavern as my ‘keep’ to protect the womenfolk and chillers there, it seemed like the most important place, strategically, to me. It seemed to scare the bandits off anyway, though next time I wouldn’t mind a bit of a scrap.
So then the Lord turned up after it was safe with some of his pony-kickers. He didn’t look like much, but he was generous enough with the slosh. After chewing fat with him and his lads, I waited for Geovanna to come out of the tavern (I thought I’d have to set the roof on fire to get her out of there) and we went and had a word with the courier.
Anyway, thats enough for today, I’m writing this from the bigjob’s place. I might get some sleep now, I wouldn’t mind a bit of a poke around the place tomorrow.
~ HD
Filed under: Organized Event, Real Life Adventures | Tags: 4th edition, Deadweight, gaming, Geovanna
It happens to all of us at some stage. We enter a story in the middle with no idea what’s going on or why this person is treating the other so badly. Perhaps your friends have all been watching a new show, and you catch an episode with them. It doesn’t take long to realise how much you’ve missed, so you ask somebody beside you what’s going on.
Due to timing restrictions we didn’t have as many players today as I had hoped, but we still played. This is a summary or what’s happened.
The Boetian Empire has been slowly oppressing its soveriegn states whilst exhaulting the status of its own citizens. The people of Belgae have managed to send a representative, Geovanna, to Baron Garfield Spiggot, an influential man who may be able to help them confront the Empire about its latest edicts.
The two were attacked by an ork on the way to Trouse, the hometown of Spiggot. The ork proved to be much mightier than they had anticipated.
They arrived in town shortly before it was attacked by a group of bandits. The townsfolk grouped together in the center of town, in a pallisaded area apparently made for just such an occasion. As the bandits looted the town Deadweight the warlord, in an impressive display of leadership qualities, survayed the local brew, Spiggot Ale, and tried to stay unnoticed. Geovanna went to find out more.
A guard told her that these attacks are not an uncommon thing, but that Baron Spiggot always protects them. While Geovanna watched, and Deadweight vigorously engaged in innaction, the Baron himself rode into town, blowing a trumpet at the edge of town, visiting the pallisade, then chasing the bandits out of town. What a hero!
He joined the townsfolk for a round of Spiggots Ale and spoke with the two newcommers. They were invited to spend the night in his mansion, but to wait a couple of hours before coming to allow time to ‘prepare.’
Geovanna and Deadweight visited the local courrier, which has been hit several times by the bandits – even to the point of losing several imperial messages…
Spug, the Chief Courrier, gave them a little information and hinted that there could be great rewards if they could find the bandits base, and return what was taken. Deadweight mistreated a young boy. The two went to the Baron’s mansion to spend the night.
other things you missed:
- Deadweight abusing an orphan
- Geovanna’s jugs
- Deadweight leaving Geovanna with the bill for his ale
- Some amazingly low rolls against a super-resourceful ork (able to jump small chairs…)
With a little luck the 1st edition campaign will start soon aswell. The story has been re-written and is entirely compatible with the present campaign.
