The Beetle Performs & Delivers-9/01/22

But as Coll announced me though as I walked up on stage in the bar I just knew just had to let flit and fly!

At first some faithful fruit juggling with the old beetle legs to get the crowd warmed up-kind impressed myself I got away with the handstand part thrown in there during the addition of the satsumas.

Next was some tests of strength, luckily Coll had lots of empty crates and barrels for me to pulverise with some rhino horn beetle head slams-still get a bit of a head ringing from that after a while. The crowd were really gettin’on my side as I dumbbell lifted two hefty large barrels of meed together, so much so that I knew it was time to bug big or fly home.

“Oh no Coll, quite the opposite! Infact-“ I said as I rolled my shoulders in prep, “why don’t you take a seat up on it, best seat in the house, whilst one of these fine folks pours you a drink?”

There were a few laughs as this and one eager halfing took it upon himself to start fillin’a tankard at the bar- probably sneaking a himself a refill while he was at it too. Coll gave me an interested smile-that I knew like with Pa hid a lot of think’n behind-but he kindly obliged my offer and took a seat.

I then started my’foot stompin’ to work the crowd! Clomp! Clomp! Slowly at first, then faster, my wings adding a backin’ drone to the noise as the crowd caught hold and started their own’a stomping and tankard bangin’. Clomp! Clomp! THUD! THUD! Clomp! Clomp! THUD! THUD! Louder and louder as I made my way up behind the barrel. Clomp! Clomp! THUD! THUD! Clomp! Clomp! THUD! THUD! I heard my leg plates clack as I squatted, flexing my fingers before slotting them at the ready along the edge of the barrel.

I waited, took a breath!

And with a sudden heave-

I hefted the barrel, Coll’n’all, onto my shoulders!

The crowd went buggin’wild, I even heard Coll exclaim a laugh of surprise as I held him aloft. I managed a quick blurry glance of the room through the sing’n strain’in pain of my limbs, saw the shock and admiration in the faces of the crowd, the halfling at the bar slack jawed in either shock or drunked’ness as he left the barrel tap gushing ale unknowingly into the back of the bar, Heard the clang of ‘coin’ they call them little metal disc things, onto the stage ahead of me, that as I’ve seen when watching other performers on my travels here that meant, that their eyes, they were impressed!

The following afternoon-after a recovering from waaay to many free ales from my bar folk ‘fans’ seriously how do those big guys keep it down?-was much more calmer. I did some delivery drop offs around Fort Ettin for the lovely Jenna-who’s company I’ll say meant much more to me than that fat sack of ‘coin’ I heaved onto the counter to Coll previous night after picking it up from the said.