Post by Jim (Wee Mad Haimish/Gütts) on Feb 24, 2020 11:55:23 GMT
In the Cavernous Sea Shank; A small tattoed ginger mess is downing a stein the size of itself talking to a heap of raggedy bloodied animal pelts
Oi! yuz! ye ol’ scunner, wi’ thank ye for da ale, and for ye wi’ give ye some advice, and this wi’ do for gratis as ye bough uz ale.
Ye better watch oot for wee large draoonie lizurds, the oother day right, wi’ wuz mindin’ oour’own buziness tending too n’ ale, after I’d had a runn’in with a shelled meanace down the pits.
When this not so much dragon but moor dragonish dragoon, ye keen wut me means…
like psu-ed-o dragoon came un woz like rude to me face, normally i’d give it a good hidin’, buut it had a wee bit of paper in its mouth, sayin’ somboody woz harrazzin’ some wee wolffies. And ye keen me, wi’ have none of that, sowi’ wur offski to give somebody a good kickin’.
Bu ye keen, ‘ere in Kantas, dere iz alway’z a few wierdoooz dat decide to tag along, this time, a wee lass with a bow, Elliewick we’ keen her ta be, and a this other lass, a sturdy lass, not as sturdy as the blue lass froom one from the other day, but pretty a fairly biggun for a bigjob, with purple eyes, so I’z called’er purple eys
Anyways, we got going, with that pso-edoish lizurd leadin’da way, we came ocroos dis bigjoob, a hunter ye keen, but I got this feelin, you keen the feelin’, when somebody is a right fooking bawbag, but he offerd some coin to find his wee doggies who’d gone scamperin’, probably cuz he wuz such a nastie wee man, I did spy a necklus of canine ears, aroond ‘is nek, nastie piece o work, yee keen?
But we keened we find the wolffies n’ the doggies, n’ make some coin, before givin‘im a goood kickin afterwords, so we’d juz nodded n’ wi’ where offski n’ the woods,
But before ye ken‘no we where beset upon by fooking huge boar beasties, wi’ wuz sober so wi’ wuz cranki n’ it’z been sum teim since wi’ had a good pork roast, s’wi’ got primal on em’.
After dat little scruff, we found the wee doggies, and a whole lot of ye dead wolffies, dem boars can be nastie buziness, ye keen.
But waste not, want not, I needed a good new hide armoor, so here ye are, Turns oout, the wee pesky psudoemagiggie dragoon, belong’d to diz mys-to-gun fellow, doon’da rood so wi’d be settin’ off doon da rood when the doggies owner-man turned op again, the bawbag man ye keen, I reely wonted to give him a face’full o dandruff but the lasses where a wee bit squeamish aboot the law. So we just took the doggies instead to dat mysto’gun fell’o.
Oi! yuz! ye ol’ scunner, wi’ thank ye for da ale, and for ye wi’ give ye some advice, and this wi’ do for gratis as ye bough uz ale.
Ye better watch oot for wee large draoonie lizurds, the oother day right, wi’ wuz mindin’ oour’own buziness tending too n’ ale, after I’d had a runn’in with a shelled meanace down the pits.
When this not so much dragon but moor dragonish dragoon, ye keen wut me means…
like psu-ed-o dragoon came un woz like rude to me face, normally i’d give it a good hidin’, buut it had a wee bit of paper in its mouth, sayin’ somboody woz harrazzin’ some wee wolffies. And ye keen me, wi’ have none of that, sowi’ wur offski to give somebody a good kickin’.
Bu ye keen, ‘ere in Kantas, dere iz alway’z a few wierdoooz dat decide to tag along, this time, a wee lass with a bow, Elliewick we’ keen her ta be, and a this other lass, a sturdy lass, not as sturdy as the blue lass froom one from the other day, but pretty a fairly biggun for a bigjob, with purple eyes, so I’z called’er purple eys
Anyways, we got going, with that pso-edoish lizurd leadin’da way, we came ocroos dis bigjoob, a hunter ye keen, but I got this feelin, you keen the feelin’, when somebody is a right fooking bawbag, but he offerd some coin to find his wee doggies who’d gone scamperin’, probably cuz he wuz such a nastie wee man, I did spy a necklus of canine ears, aroond ‘is nek, nastie piece o work, yee keen?
But we keened we find the wolffies n’ the doggies, n’ make some coin, before givin‘im a goood kickin afterwords, so we’d juz nodded n’ wi’ where offski n’ the woods,
But before ye ken‘no we where beset upon by fooking huge boar beasties, wi’ wuz sober so wi’ wuz cranki n’ it’z been sum teim since wi’ had a good pork roast, s’wi’ got primal on em’.
After dat little scruff, we found the wee doggies, and a whole lot of ye dead wolffies, dem boars can be nastie buziness, ye keen.
But waste not, want not, I needed a good new hide armoor, so here ye are, Turns oout, the wee pesky psudoemagiggie dragoon, belong’d to diz mys-to-gun fellow, doon’da rood so wi’d be settin’ off doon da rood when the doggies owner-man turned op again, the bawbag man ye keen, I reely wonted to give him a face’full o dandruff but the lasses where a wee bit squeamish aboot the law. So we just took the doggies instead to dat mysto’gun fell’o.