Looking over at the new man in the group he says, "Guntram, while we're waiting for the others to get back, have you got any exciting tales about your adventures you'd care to share?"
"I've had a simple life, working as a hand for old Sturla, the gamekeeper at Ser Falco's manor near Maine," Guntrum begins. "I set out for a life of adventure, since the pay was not near enough to raise a family or to help my folks. That was only just more than a month ago.
I did have a run in with one Gregoire. Sour sort of git, and not good at cards. I let him put a bag of beans up as a bet since he was short. He claimed they were magic. I know naught about that, but agreed as we were deep in the game, and there was no sense calling it off. When I won, he accused me of being a cheat, which I don't take kindly to. I've never a dishonest bone in my body. He shouted and raved and then he pushed me. One thing led to another, and I bust his nose. Anyhow, all his fuss over losing made me think the beans might be worth something after all. Had to leave the town quickly after that, and haven't thought about how to work 'em. Hopefully they are at least good eating!"
"Well Guntrum stick with us and aid out adventuring and we will look after you", says Wibert, looking at Guntrum's wide eyes on the treasure sacks. Now lets set up a guard and look out in case of any trouble.
"Thank'ee kindly, Wibert. I see you and the lot seem to be rather good at it!"
Guntrum looks back down the road, hoping Ulric returns soon with that cart.
Looking over at the new man in the group he says, "Guntram, while we're waiting for the others to get back, have you got any exciting tales about your adventures you'd care to share?"
"I've had a simple life, working as a hand for old Sturla, the gamekeeper at Ser Falco's manor near Maine," Guntrum begins. "I set out for a life of adventure, since the pay was not near enough to raise a family or to help my folks. That was only just more than a month ago.
I did have a run in with one Gregoire. Sour sort of git, and not good at cards. I let him put a bag of beans up as a bet since he was short. He claimed they were magic. I know naught about that, but agreed as we were deep in the game, and there was no sense calling it off. When I won, he accused me of being a cheat, which I don't take kindly to. I've never a dishonest bone in my body. He shouted and raved and then he pushed me. One thing led to another, and I bust his nose. Anyhow, all his fuss over losing made me think the beans might be worth something after all. Had to leave the town quickly after that, and haven't thought about how to work 'em. Hopefully they are at least good eating!"
"Magic beans, eh?" Olaf's eyebrows raise, "Huh! Well, you might want to try planting one and see what grows from it?"
The tall young man adds with a chuckle, "I do think I'd hold off on eating them til I know more about em though...might sprout and grow a beanstalk in your gullet for all you know."
Kelmult Dwarven Fgt-2 Olaf, the very lucky...so far! Human Fgt-2 Yusuf Kamal(Chainmail & Shield: AC 4, MV 6, HD 1, XP: 0, hp 6. #AT 1. 1d8 Sword, 1d6 Bow, 1d4 dagger x 2. Lucky Amulet, rations, waterskin x 2. GP: 0. [gold necklace & jewelry case with a few silver rings & bracelets...est. 70 gp])
Kelmult Dwarven Fgt-2 Olaf, the very lucky...so far! Human Fgt-2 Yusuf Kamal(Chainmail & Shield: AC 4, MV 6, HD 1, XP: 0, hp 6. #AT 1. 1d8 Sword, 1d6 Bow, 1d4 dagger x 2. Lucky Amulet, rations, waterskin x 2. GP: 0. [gold necklace & jewelry case with a few silver rings & bracelets...est. 70 gp])
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Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #35 on Oct 13, 2011, 4:28pm »
Ket
Dieter, Gustave and Koch stride beneath the gate arch and into Ket at last! They find themselves standing upon the muddy, uneven cobbles of Main Street, which all at once seems familiar and different.
The trio have been absent for the better part of two weeks, and in that time the season seems to have turned from winter to the beginnings of spring. The streets are not so water logged, and green shoots are gathering in every crack and corner. The same kind of folk seem to be getting about the same kind of business, but they amble now rather than huddling against to cold.
And lo! There not a city block away stands Master Albert's Plough and Furrow. The very inn you have frequented several times in the past. Your mouths water involuntarily at the memory of his last breakfast spread!
Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #37 on Oct 13, 2011, 5:48pm »
"Well, well, the Plough..." says Gustave, almost drooling in temptation, the itching in his clothing and hair suddenly overwhelmed by an itching in his belly.
"I think perhaps we should make some...ah, inquiries...about err...lodgings for the night eh wot?", he adds, and paces off toward the limply hanging sign without looking back.
Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #38 on Oct 13, 2011, 7:47pm »
"Well Victor," Ulric says to his old companion, "it looks as if we won't find the farm. Let's see if we can purchase a cart and mule from one of these other farms instead. Maybe a load of vegetables as well to cover our weapons and loot."
Ulric stops and the nearest and friendliest looking farm to begin his inquiries.
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Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #40 on Oct 14, 2011, 9:23pm »
The Holdfasts
Ulric and Victor give up on identifying the Hubert plot by sight, as all the farmstead hereabouts look pretty much the same, and with spring just around the corner the fields might as well be on another planet compared to those they marched through two weeks ago.
The pair instead approach the nearest farmstead, and more or less immediately come across the residents.
"'Lo thar," says a farmer in grubby coveralls, leaning on a shovel. "Wot kin we do fer ye?". He is a stout, middle aged fellow with a busy steel grey beard protruding from beneath a beaten old straw hat.
Nearby is a women of similar proportions in a voluminous, grubby dress and apron. She appears to have been cutting herbs until just now, for she has a large bunch of cuttings cupped in a fold of her apron, and a scissor in her other paw.
The pair of them have a... dubious look about them.
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Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #41 on Oct 14, 2011, 9:32pm »
The Plough and Furrow
Gustave confidently throws open the doors of the Plough's common room, and is immediately greeted by a wave of the most delicious, homely cooking and warmth. Dieter and Koch are on his heels, and all three revel in the astonishing feeling of comfort!
"Ahhhh!" all three Men sigh involuntarily. Now this is what it's all about.
"Gent'elmen!" declares the familiar rotund figure of Albert, as he comes bobbing out of the kitchens with a wash-towel over his shoulder as ever. "Wot kin oi do your good selves?"
His memory never was very sharp, and he shows no sign of recognising any of you now. Mind, all of you are in a royally unrecognisable state, but Albert doesn't seem to mind; most of his customers are grubby farm folk in any case.
The common room is mostly empty, but a fair guess says it will be full to the rafters in an hour or two.
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Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #43 on Oct 15, 2011, 12:40am »
Ulric and Victor; The Holdfasts
The farmer scratches his head thoughtfully for a moment, then laughs.
"If ye think this 'ere is the markets, you's more stupid then ye looks," chortles the farmer.
"Markets ain't 'til afta tha new moon," confirms his wife, tetchily.
By the corner of his eye, Ulric sees Victor spit ferociously. The Man truly has no patience.
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"But if it's a mule you's after," says the farmer after settling himself down, "You's might ask them Trevors, yound'r,". He gives a vague sweep of his hand toward the next hill.
"Them Trevors," repeats the woman.
"Talk is they's might be sellin' animals orf come market day,".
At the mention of the "market" he bursts into a laugh again.
Re: (029) Return to Ket « Reply #44 on Oct 15, 2011, 3:02pm »
Olaf sits upon his rock and drums his fingers on his thigh, glancing at the sinking sun, "Seems like they've been gone a long time. I mean all they was to do was buy an over sized cloak or hood for Des/Mon here.
He adds with a frown and a grumble, "If they'd a taken the coin with them, I'd a thought they done run off on us, but here we sit with bags of coin all in sight of the town gates. I don't intend to sit the night on this, here, rock. I want a beer, fresh bread, a bath and a soft bed...and I ain't getting it sitting on this, here, rock!"
"If'en they don't get back here soon, I say we heft up as much of this silver as we can carry and leave *their* coins behind and head for the town."
Kelmult Dwarven Fgt-2 Olaf, the very lucky...so far! Human Fgt-2 Yusuf Kamal(Chainmail & Shield: AC 4, MV 6, HD 1, XP: 0, hp 6. #AT 1. 1d8 Sword, 1d6 Bow, 1d4 dagger x 2. Lucky Amulet, rations, waterskin x 2. GP: 0. [gold necklace & jewelry case with a few silver rings & bracelets...est. 70 gp])