(028) Pillock's Farm

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 4:53 pm

eris wrote:

tonneau wrote:"Gentlemen!" hails Gustave, his grin shinning from beneath layers of mud, blood and small cloying bits of enemies. He waves casually as if to old friends as the small posse approaches the 'farmers'.
"What news of Ket?" he enquires, pushing locks of soiled hair back from his eyes.
"You must excuse our appearance, but we have just come from a pilgrimage to the hills and were attacked by bandits. Our provisions are emptied and our bellies to boot. We would be most grateful to break bread with you in exchange for a little hard earned booty, especially if perchance a dram of some warming spirit could be found."
"I am Gustave Tonneau, and these are my companions Dieter, ogre slayer, and Olaf sharp-eyes" he finishes, proffering a hand and a mustache brimmed grin.

Olaf grins and nods to the four men, "Hello to you, good sirs! We are surely happy to make your acquaintance!"

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 4:57 pm

eris wrote:

tonneau wrote:"Gentlemen" says Gustave, bowing toward the farming family, "...and, Mr...Thick", he adds, nodding to the burly sword-bearer.
"A timely pleasure to be sure"

"Now," he continues, wrapping an arm around Pa Pillock's shoulder and following him inside, "you mentioned...girls."

Olaf says, "Wait a moment. The rest of our party is back up the hill. We didn't want to have a whole group descend upon you, especially as motley as we must appear."

"Let me call them down to join us, and then food, drink and water to clean ourselves would be most appreciated."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:58 pm

coffee wrote:
"I thank you for your welcome," Dieter says, only now relaxing at all. He even essays a small smile.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:37 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
"Well now, any foe o' Saxxon mus' be a friend o' mine," concludes Pa Pillock, "So long as they's no Orcs or Elves or any weird folk, bring 'em down an' we'll have us this 'ere story o' yours."

To Gustave he replies, "Me wife, 'er sista, an' me daughtas, and cousin Jemma, an' Knox 'ere 'as a wife an' kiddies too. They's inside..."

Gustave can scarce wait to meet them.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:43 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:

eris wrote:The rest of our party is back up the hill. We didn't want to have a whole group descend upon you, especially as motley as we must appear."

"Yoo's right there," grins one of Pillock's lads (Olaf isn't sure which he is) "When oi saw ye, oi says to Pa, these 'ere err brigands fer sure, come fer some ruff stuff oi says, didn't oi Pa?"

"Ye surely did," replies Pa Pillock.

"But Pa says ta me, he says, they neva came at dusk before, they always comes at noon, didn't ye Pa?" expands the lug of a lad.

"Yep, thet oi did," says Pa Pillock.

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Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Sep 27, 2011 10:46 pm

waysoftheearth wrote:
Guntram the Thick smiles quietly to himself.

He has heard a number of these exchanges recently...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:00 am

rleduc wrote:
Recently? That's half his home village! [img]images/smiley/wink.png[/img].

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:29 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
The edumicated half ;D

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:14 pm

ehiker133 wrote:
"Well... here we go..." mumbles Desmond as he awkwardly gets to his feet, picks up his sack of coppers, and slowly makes his way down the hill towards the farmhouse.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:20 pm

eris wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:"Well now, any foe o' Saxxon mus' be a friend o' mine," concludes Pa Pillock, "So long as they's no Orcs or Elves or any weird folk, bring 'em down an' we'll have us this 'ere story o' yours."

To Gustave he replies, "Me wife, 'er sista, an' me daughtas, and cousin Jemma, an' Knox 'ere 'as a wife an' kiddies too. They's inside..."

Gustave can scarce wait to meet them.

Olaf's smile goes away when he hears...no elves or weird folk.

Olaf says to Pa Pillock"Well, sir, I'd say we're all *good* folk, but I won't say none of our company aren't weird. Dealing with the sort of evil magics that Saxxon's sort can throw around can do some pretty strange things to a fellow you know."

"I'll vouch for everyone in our party, though." Olaf says seriously, "Even the weirder of the bunch."

Olaf will take his leave of the group and return up the hill to speak to the others waiting above, "It appears the folk below are going to be put off by non-humans, but they seem to be good people. We might end up in the barn, but I think that we'll be okay with them....I hope."