The Little Man's Revenge (6/2/20)
Feb 17, 2020 17:03:20 GMT
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Post by Wren Lunaboult on Feb 17, 2020 17:03:20 GMT
Worn leather boots stomp down the steps at the Cavenous Seashank, attached to a now slightly less frozen Wren. Their bow and sword for once not at their side.
“Oi kid what did I say about that stomping?”
Wren comes to a stop at the side of the bar, looking sheepish.
“Err sorry, here's the cash for the room. Bye” Placing a handful of silver pieces on the bar they turn and leave. The bar keep merely shrugs at the retreating figure and scoops up the coins.
Back outside Wren moves quickly in some attempt to ward off the biting cold. Eventually arriving at the main hub for the towns guard, where inside they make a beeline for a human man sat at a desk stacked with papers.
Looking up briefly they spot Wren fast approaching. “Hey there, Wren right? What you rushing for?”
“Any shifts left for this week?”
Not even looking back at the papers to check they reply “No, none left. Surely you know they're given out yesterday?”
Wren nods, but obviously it's not the answer they were hoping for.
“Why’d you miss yesterday anyway? Too hungover?” A disapproving arch of the eyebrows already set on their face.
“Err, no, adventuring, in the Ferythorn. I only just got back”
(I don't drink before a job anyway)
The disapproving look instantly vanishes from the man’s face “Ahh fair enough, well did you get paid for it?”
Wren nods
(I think, who knows with these adventuring jobs)
“Well there you go then! Sure you got enough for the week. Now get along, enjoy some free time” At this they wave their hand in the direction of the door, already looking back to their papers. Wren nods and turns to leave.
“Oh Wren!” They turn back around, looking hopeful. “Some of the others were looking for you, and I can tell you some of them just finished their shifts.”
(Was really hoping you found a shift for me there)
“Thanks, Sir” And once again they turn to leave and fight the biting cold outside.
Now back in the Cavenous Seashank, they pull up a chair to a table of assorted members of the guard, who have already got their pints in.
“W’hey, if it ain't our glowing adventurer, glad you made it back!” Quentin, a half-elf guard says as he waves at an empty seat by the table.
“Any more of those weird humped horses this time?”
“Nah, there was a talking cat this time though, called himself Greebo”
(Definitely seemed too human to be a normal cat)
One of the others excitedly slams her tankard down on the table “Was Ms. Leek there this time!?”
“Yeah mate, she was, calm down though”
(A happy wall of steel and sunshine as she usually is.)
“Woah woah woah, don’t change the subject here. Did you just say a bloody talking cat?”
“Yeah I did, look, I’ll tell the whole story and then you can ask questions after yeah”
Everyone at the table leans in a little closer to listen, some nodding their heads to acknowledge Wren.
“Alright then. This all started off with this old dwarf bloke Coppertongues complaining about adventurers over at the Ettin. I was sat at the table next to his with Ms. Leek, a fluffy cat, and this water lady called Shui, and he wasn’t exactly trying to be subtle about it so I leaned over to tell him to keep his issues to himself. He seemed to notice my dwarfish rather than my words, which was rude, then he tried to recruit us all to help find some treasure near a mountain. After just complaining about us!” At this point Wren holds their hands out exasperated to the others, only receiving shrugs in return.
“Anyway, whatever, at the mention of treasure some little blue guy called Hamish appears out of nowhere, nearly knocks over the cat as he sits at the table. He was bonkers but had his head right for some stuff, go figure, and seemed to get along with one of the guys called Cadfan who was working there. So, old man’s talking about this treasure and a mysterious mountain in the Feythorn and will we meet him and Maximillian at the Grave Gate tomorrow, and suddenly the cat Ms. Leek is petting talks. Talks! Like smart talk about negotiating contract terms with the old man talk.”
Everyone pauses until someone pipes up with a “What?”
“Look, imagine a normal person called Greebo but shaped like a cat. Actually he had some fancy lord name or sommin’ but I zoned out as he said it so I can’t remember.” At this point Wren shrugs “Whose got time for fancy names anyway.”
“So next day we all meet this guy at the gate, turns out Maximillian is a donkey pulling a cart with a whole shops worth of stuff, and we set off. Ms. Leek ends up carrying like half the party at one point as we’re walking through the Feythorn. I got to spend most of the time up in the trees, it was great! Kept loosing Cadfan and Greebo up there though. Couldn’t loose the voice of the old man up there as much as I wanted, he kept complaining about, well everything. Eventually after a few days of travelling and complaining from the old man we finally seem to be getting a bit closer to the mysterious mountain when a big ol’ pack of wolves attacks us. One of them was wayyy bigger than the others, white fur and everything.”
(Good thing we kept the pelts afterwards, that one sold decent.)
“Did you beat ‘em?”
“Well obviously we beat them, otherwise I wouldn’t be ‘ere would I? But not gonna lie it was looking not great at one point, we all took some bad hits. Me and Cadfan spent half the fight running around, close combat kinda sucks with bows. Ms. Leek tanked the big wolf with Hamish screaming bloody murder as he swung around the place. And you know the cat Greebo? Shot lighting out his damn mouth right in the wolve’s faces, pretty badass.”
(He deserved that fist bump, but not that old man, he just cried on the way home.)
Wren exhales long and loud at this point “Well that was a lot of talking, i’m gonna get a drink, anyone want one?”
The whole table puts their hands up, Wren gives them all an unimpressed look “Damn, I thought at least one of you wouldn’t need one.”
Quentin gives them a light punch on the arm “It’s your round you know! And anyway, Dodda’s still needs to tell us about these weird flowers she saw in the market the other day.”
So as Wren hails down some drinks, the stories from the others that range from the mundane to the weird continue on, with some peeling off to do guard shifts and others joining later.
“Oi kid what did I say about that stomping?”
Wren comes to a stop at the side of the bar, looking sheepish.
“Err sorry, here's the cash for the room. Bye” Placing a handful of silver pieces on the bar they turn and leave. The bar keep merely shrugs at the retreating figure and scoops up the coins.
Back outside Wren moves quickly in some attempt to ward off the biting cold. Eventually arriving at the main hub for the towns guard, where inside they make a beeline for a human man sat at a desk stacked with papers.
Looking up briefly they spot Wren fast approaching. “Hey there, Wren right? What you rushing for?”
“Any shifts left for this week?”
Not even looking back at the papers to check they reply “No, none left. Surely you know they're given out yesterday?”
Wren nods, but obviously it's not the answer they were hoping for.
“Why’d you miss yesterday anyway? Too hungover?” A disapproving arch of the eyebrows already set on their face.
“Err, no, adventuring, in the Ferythorn. I only just got back”
(I don't drink before a job anyway)
The disapproving look instantly vanishes from the man’s face “Ahh fair enough, well did you get paid for it?”
Wren nods
(I think, who knows with these adventuring jobs)
“Well there you go then! Sure you got enough for the week. Now get along, enjoy some free time” At this they wave their hand in the direction of the door, already looking back to their papers. Wren nods and turns to leave.
“Oh Wren!” They turn back around, looking hopeful. “Some of the others were looking for you, and I can tell you some of them just finished their shifts.”
(Was really hoping you found a shift for me there)
“Thanks, Sir” And once again they turn to leave and fight the biting cold outside.
Now back in the Cavenous Seashank, they pull up a chair to a table of assorted members of the guard, who have already got their pints in.
“W’hey, if it ain't our glowing adventurer, glad you made it back!” Quentin, a half-elf guard says as he waves at an empty seat by the table.
“Any more of those weird humped horses this time?”
“Nah, there was a talking cat this time though, called himself Greebo”
(Definitely seemed too human to be a normal cat)
One of the others excitedly slams her tankard down on the table “Was Ms. Leek there this time!?”
“Yeah mate, she was, calm down though”
(A happy wall of steel and sunshine as she usually is.)
“Woah woah woah, don’t change the subject here. Did you just say a bloody talking cat?”
“Yeah I did, look, I’ll tell the whole story and then you can ask questions after yeah”
Everyone at the table leans in a little closer to listen, some nodding their heads to acknowledge Wren.
“Alright then. This all started off with this old dwarf bloke Coppertongues complaining about adventurers over at the Ettin. I was sat at the table next to his with Ms. Leek, a fluffy cat, and this water lady called Shui, and he wasn’t exactly trying to be subtle about it so I leaned over to tell him to keep his issues to himself. He seemed to notice my dwarfish rather than my words, which was rude, then he tried to recruit us all to help find some treasure near a mountain. After just complaining about us!” At this point Wren holds their hands out exasperated to the others, only receiving shrugs in return.
“Anyway, whatever, at the mention of treasure some little blue guy called Hamish appears out of nowhere, nearly knocks over the cat as he sits at the table. He was bonkers but had his head right for some stuff, go figure, and seemed to get along with one of the guys called Cadfan who was working there. So, old man’s talking about this treasure and a mysterious mountain in the Feythorn and will we meet him and Maximillian at the Grave Gate tomorrow, and suddenly the cat Ms. Leek is petting talks. Talks! Like smart talk about negotiating contract terms with the old man talk.”
Everyone pauses until someone pipes up with a “What?”
“Look, imagine a normal person called Greebo but shaped like a cat. Actually he had some fancy lord name or sommin’ but I zoned out as he said it so I can’t remember.” At this point Wren shrugs “Whose got time for fancy names anyway.”
“So next day we all meet this guy at the gate, turns out Maximillian is a donkey pulling a cart with a whole shops worth of stuff, and we set off. Ms. Leek ends up carrying like half the party at one point as we’re walking through the Feythorn. I got to spend most of the time up in the trees, it was great! Kept loosing Cadfan and Greebo up there though. Couldn’t loose the voice of the old man up there as much as I wanted, he kept complaining about, well everything. Eventually after a few days of travelling and complaining from the old man we finally seem to be getting a bit closer to the mysterious mountain when a big ol’ pack of wolves attacks us. One of them was wayyy bigger than the others, white fur and everything.”
(Good thing we kept the pelts afterwards, that one sold decent.)
“Did you beat ‘em?”
“Well obviously we beat them, otherwise I wouldn’t be ‘ere would I? But not gonna lie it was looking not great at one point, we all took some bad hits. Me and Cadfan spent half the fight running around, close combat kinda sucks with bows. Ms. Leek tanked the big wolf with Hamish screaming bloody murder as he swung around the place. And you know the cat Greebo? Shot lighting out his damn mouth right in the wolve’s faces, pretty badass.”
(He deserved that fist bump, but not that old man, he just cried on the way home.)
Wren exhales long and loud at this point “Well that was a lot of talking, i’m gonna get a drink, anyone want one?”
The whole table puts their hands up, Wren gives them all an unimpressed look “Damn, I thought at least one of you wouldn’t need one.”
Quentin gives them a light punch on the arm “It’s your round you know! And anyway, Dodda’s still needs to tell us about these weird flowers she saw in the market the other day.”
So as Wren hails down some drinks, the stories from the others that range from the mundane to the weird continue on, with some peeling off to do guard shifts and others joining later.
