"Morgan ... Hey Morgan, get over here." Simon calls out, sitting at a table in
the kitchen. "Check this out, it's a letter from Sebastion in jail."
"What? He's in jail?! We gotta get him out of there!"
"He said not to come. He's on a job, he says."
"What?" Morgan says dumbly, opening the rolled parchment letter and reading it.
--Hey Fellas,
Uh, not sure where to start with this so I guess I will in the middle. They are
going to hang me. Yeah, I know right now one of you is ready to bust me out and
the other is saying not to. Anyways, it's all gravy. I got a job to finish and
when I'm done, it's gonna make everything change. Trust me, I'll be fine, they
let me watch a hanging first. Tell the new guy that it was awesome working with
him. The kid's got potential, just needs direction. He's got a bad attitude and
responds well to Crabs. I think it's a fetish or something, but whatever. It's
okay in here, kinda dull. Miss you guys, drink a tankard or two for me and I'll
see ya when I'm done.
P.S. He got the kiss, but got screwed for it. He's not that bright, talk slowly.
"That's it?" Morgan says, looking the letter over again. "We can't just sit here
while he hangs! We gotta do something."
"Do you trust him, Morgan? He hasn't let us down before..."
"Yeah ... but ... but ..."
"Leave him alone."
A week later, a notice went up around the City of Delmarii concerning Sebastion's
execution.
"I don't get it. Why did he want to go through with it? We could of got him out!"
Morgan's tone holding a sharp edge.
"Something's wrong. Something isn't right... He did something. Have you seen the
city?"
"Yeah, every night. What's that got to do with Sebastion?"
"People are acting funny. Just sit back one night at the Gazebo and watch them.
The new guy started acting weird too. I don't like this ... He's done something.
I'll try to find out what's going on."
--END SCENE--
Saturday 4 February 2012
Wednesday 18 January 2012
Tavern Tales - Forest Field Trip!!!
"Alright ... one ... two ..." Sebastion counts, standing upon two branches up in a tree and watching as one of the forest militia hunters begins to approach. "Three." He mudders, snapping a small branch in the tree and drawing the hunter's attention. As the hunter looks up, Sebastion falls out of the tree and lands on him, the man's face taking the blunt of the blow. With a sickening thud, both hunter and rogue fall to the ground.
"I swear, that never fails." Sebastion chuckles, turning and checking the hunter, finding them knocked out cold. "See what I mean?" Quickly, he searched the unconscious body, taking a dagger from the man's belt. "One down." He climbs to his feet as the sound of approaching human voices comes into range. "Yikes, that's my cue!"
With that, he dives into the thick brush and scurries off into the distance like a wild vermin.
"Hmm, now ... an axe..." He mutters, looking around the forest, shuddering after a moment. "It's scary here." There comes a grumbling behind a dense patch of vegetation, drawing Sebastion closer. With a careful peek, he covered a green skinned monster. "Oh, a goblin ... Hey, he has an axe." He mutters, glancing around the tree tops for a moment. "How could I ... oh... Oh!" He ponders, grinning to himself and digging a coil of rope from his backpack. "I like." He says to himself, walking away and throwing one end of the rope over a thick branch and beginning to set up a snare. "This will work." He says, walking back to the brush and standing up in clear view of a goblin. "Hello!" He greets happily, waving at the goblin who seems to take a bit of offense to it, starting to chase after the young rogue. "Ut oh..." He moans, turning and running away. "One ... two ... three ... jump." He counts, leaping a 3 foot pile a leaves which soon takes the pursuing goblin into the trees. The goblin shrieks, jerking around and drops a small handaxe to the forest floor below. "There we go." Sebastion cheers, walking over and picking up the axe. He gives a glance to the hanging goblin, who is fiercely shouting something in the goblin tongue. "Something tells me he isn't cheering me on." Sebastion suggests, giving a shrug and waving to the goblin as he walks away. "Thanks, mate. I appreciate it."
"Knives ... axe ... what else was there? Oh right ... something for wood..." With that, Sebastion begins to make his way west, leaving one dense forest to enter another, less dense forest. "Hey Geoff!" He calls, looking around and only seeing a few deer poke their heads up and run off. "Oh, sorry." He apologizes to the animals in a soft whisper, calling out again. "Geoffery, where are you?" After a bit of wandering, he finally comes across one of the lumberjacks.
"Oh, hey Geoff, can I get that axe from ya? Give ya a goblin for it."
"A what? Why would I want a goblin?" The lumberjack asks, shaking his head. "Sebastion, have you been smoking again?"
"No ... okay maybe a little ... okay maybe a lot but that has nothing to do with this!" Sebastion argues, giving a childish pout to the man. "Give ya a goblin in a snare, last offer." He barters.
"Sorry Seb, I need my axe." The lumberjack declines, turning back to the trees to begin chopping.
"So do I." He says, offering a large bag of coins to the man. "Give ya this for it."
"What's in there?"
"Six thousand, five hundred gold."
"You are insane, Sebastion. Who pays six and a half grand for an axe?"
"Someone who isn't paying." Sebastion replies, handing the bag to the lumberjack. "Can I have the axe?"
"Sure..." comes an immeditate reply and with it, the foresting axe. "Cya Seb, I'm going home."
Sebastion nods as the man walks off, shouldering the axe and beginning to head north towards the city.
"Knives, axes, I think that's it. Thanks Viscount Hopkins."
"I swear, that never fails." Sebastion chuckles, turning and checking the hunter, finding them knocked out cold. "See what I mean?" Quickly, he searched the unconscious body, taking a dagger from the man's belt. "One down." He climbs to his feet as the sound of approaching human voices comes into range. "Yikes, that's my cue!"
With that, he dives into the thick brush and scurries off into the distance like a wild vermin.
"Hmm, now ... an axe..." He mutters, looking around the forest, shuddering after a moment. "It's scary here." There comes a grumbling behind a dense patch of vegetation, drawing Sebastion closer. With a careful peek, he covered a green skinned monster. "Oh, a goblin ... Hey, he has an axe." He mutters, glancing around the tree tops for a moment. "How could I ... oh... Oh!" He ponders, grinning to himself and digging a coil of rope from his backpack. "I like." He says to himself, walking away and throwing one end of the rope over a thick branch and beginning to set up a snare. "This will work." He says, walking back to the brush and standing up in clear view of a goblin. "Hello!" He greets happily, waving at the goblin who seems to take a bit of offense to it, starting to chase after the young rogue. "Ut oh..." He moans, turning and running away. "One ... two ... three ... jump." He counts, leaping a 3 foot pile a leaves which soon takes the pursuing goblin into the trees. The goblin shrieks, jerking around and drops a small handaxe to the forest floor below. "There we go." Sebastion cheers, walking over and picking up the axe. He gives a glance to the hanging goblin, who is fiercely shouting something in the goblin tongue. "Something tells me he isn't cheering me on." Sebastion suggests, giving a shrug and waving to the goblin as he walks away. "Thanks, mate. I appreciate it."
"Knives ... axe ... what else was there? Oh right ... something for wood..." With that, Sebastion begins to make his way west, leaving one dense forest to enter another, less dense forest. "Hey Geoff!" He calls, looking around and only seeing a few deer poke their heads up and run off. "Oh, sorry." He apologizes to the animals in a soft whisper, calling out again. "Geoffery, where are you?" After a bit of wandering, he finally comes across one of the lumberjacks.
"Oh, hey Geoff, can I get that axe from ya? Give ya a goblin for it."
"A what? Why would I want a goblin?" The lumberjack asks, shaking his head. "Sebastion, have you been smoking again?"
"No ... okay maybe a little ... okay maybe a lot but that has nothing to do with this!" Sebastion argues, giving a childish pout to the man. "Give ya a goblin in a snare, last offer." He barters.
"Sorry Seb, I need my axe." The lumberjack declines, turning back to the trees to begin chopping.
"So do I." He says, offering a large bag of coins to the man. "Give ya this for it."
"What's in there?"
"Six thousand, five hundred gold."
"You are insane, Sebastion. Who pays six and a half grand for an axe?"
"Someone who isn't paying." Sebastion replies, handing the bag to the lumberjack. "Can I have the axe?"
"Sure..." comes an immeditate reply and with it, the foresting axe. "Cya Seb, I'm going home."
Sebastion nods as the man walks off, shouldering the axe and beginning to head north towards the city.
"Knives, axes, I think that's it. Thanks Viscount Hopkins."
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