Barbarian in the Playground
Join Date: Jun 2010
Zahn to E-7. Your move.
Re: Things Old and New [OoC]
Sorry to double-post, just moving my character info to this post.
speaks with Indigo
Vrattarin - Woodborn, City slime:
(as told by A.D. Watersmith, self-proclaimed "justice-seeker")
“There is a fellow, east from here, a wanderer, an elf, a criminal. You should be wise to avoid him.”
So I have been told by a traveling minstrel, Injured and abandoned in the woods, He was gracious of my aid, and offered to recompense, I just asked of him what he has done to trigger such violence, to which he replied "It must have bothered him when I played my fiddle..."
After getting directions I asked for information, all that he knew was that he would find a gang wherever he went, and he went by the name "'Strongarm' Vrattarin".
I stayed in a small town west of Crowsfield, and northeast from the forest. It was such my fortune to find the elf walking into the same town as I, much less the same inn, he was laughing with a few mates as he entered, and told them "watch this:"
He slammed the open door to the wall, his walk confident and intimidating, he walked up to me, and smirked, in just a second he sat upon my table, and casually began eating the boar meat from my table.
He spoke to me with food in his mouth,
"tish ish goot, what ish tish, Hog?"
"You are Vrattarin, yes?"
"Let me assure you it's no one of importance—"
I immediately struck him with my strong left hook and he fell on the floor. Everyone was shocked, and the innkeeper stood silent, amazed.
I drew my sword and pointed the blade towards him,
"Vrattarin Strongarm, How dare thou harm an innocent troubadour and leave him to rot!?"
"Trouba-? I assure you, I did not attack no poet."
"Then who did, scum?"
"Just circumstance, sir, only an unfortunate circumstance...NOW!"
He yelled as a blunt object powerfully struck my head, and things went pitch-black.
Next I awoke on a bed, with wooden walls and candles around me. My throat and bleeding palm was sore and bandaged, A man in robes entered the room, as it turns out a guard carried me to the church once Everything was under control, the priest assured to me that he's been told the guards apprehended the thugs who knocked me unconscious. he asked me to stay in bed a bit longer. I have learnt in the past to trust the wise words of priests.
The rest of that afternoon I laid alone in the room when a child ran into the room, followed by another man in robes. The man called:
"Gordin! They are about to begin reading from the book of Fargo, I know it's your favorite."
"But Brother Randis, I have to hide from Rob, he's scary!" The boy cried back.
"Now, Gordin, Rob isn't going to hurt you, not while pastor Darren keeps an eye on him." Randis smiled at him. "Now run along before they begin, C'mon, for St.Fargo!"
As the boy rushed off the robed man turned to me, "I hope little Gordin didn't interrupt you in your nap or any such thing, he's afraid of Rob, he's tougher and more bold than him."
Then, the worst I could have feared happened, the happy smile of this Randis fellow suddenly betrayed a familiar feeling, I suddenly felt a shock to the resemblences between this man and that terrible elf, only without the pointed ears and long hair. my throat ached, but I tried to speak:"
" Come to think of it, I haven't seen you here before. I'm Brother Randis, a man loyal to Arwiln, and you are?"
"You look a lot like that bandit...Vratta—Aauurgh!"
Suddenly the man smirked held my sore hand tight, squeezing the injured area. "Now you will need to be careful not to apply pressure to this hand nor your neck for a while, otherwise it might get worse. Hold still..."
"You're... What do you want from —Aaaurgh!"
"Listen here, you lunatic." He leered at me, "you can try to ruin this for me, and I can't prevent it, you can go right ahead accusing harmless Brother Randis to being some mad criminal... And even if they believe you and my peaceful life with the children would come to an end, Vrattarin can still find you, he has your blade and he -will- skin you with it if it means he will spend the rest of his days shedding innocent blood with it until he does..."
He released his grip from my hand, and laid
"Ooooor we can both continue wandering like nothing happened, and you meddle away from the business of an elf who did not so much as lay a finger on you, much like he did not touch that lying minstrel, sounds good?"
I did not answer him, but I did ask what I felt compelled to:
"This Charade... and those crimes... Why would you do all this?"
He got up and picked up a prayer book from the shelf, and said calmly.
"Our sunlord Arwiln teaches us to experience all we can, and work hard to learn and preach our blessed message all, as children, men can grow to be wise and considerate and kind through words alone...
"But as you humans grow talking speaks to ye further less, and one can only teach a man who won't listen with something louder than words... Now please excuse me, I must pack to leave east come morn, follow me if you dare."
He laughed wholeheartedly, and left the room.
I don't believe half of what this criminal says, someone needs to knock him down a peg, and once I leave this church and encounter him again, the responsibility will fall on me once more to play his game....
And win this time...
P.S. TE: your PM box is full, so I couldn't PM anything, may just as well be up there^
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Originally Posted by Arcanist
I trust you mister DM! I just don't trust your NPC's!
Last edited by Prince Zahn : 10-15-2012 at 08:03 PM.