D1: Ashin's Commission (El Jefe judging)
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ajanders said:
The shepherds look a bit confused.
"Not that I heard. Bad things happening in the mountains. Dead men walking and daemons is what I heard."
"Soldiers are stopping everyone ..."
"Samnel said he had to sneak out of Kinthriver like a common thief," Borland interjects. Soldiers all over the place. Its not right like. Kinthriver aint no fief of Fallon."
ajanders
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Michael taps his jaw thoughtfully.
"Demons and dead men sound like they'd make for pretty nasty stories. What do the demons look like?"
He pats the closest sheep affectionately.
"Is that how their hair got curled? From the demons?"
He looks over the party carefully, twitching his nose at Ironwolf casually, in his "I smell a rat" gesture.
"Hope you guys haven't had any trouble."
"Demons and dead men sound like they'd make for pretty nasty stories. What do the demons look like?"
He pats the closest sheep affectionately.
"Is that how their hair got curled? From the demons?"
He looks over the party carefully, twitching his nose at Ironwolf casually, in his "I smell a rat" gesture.
"Hope you guys haven't had any trouble."
doghead
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ajanders said:
The shepherds shrug. "We never saw no daemons. Is just what we heard."
ajanders said:
The shepherds snort with laughter. Then Welsh's expression changes.
"Are you taking the micky? We are just shepherds for sure, but we aren't stupid Master Cleric. We just telling you what we heard. Samnel was in Kinthriver for sure, and told us the ssoldiers aren't letting anyone leave. They are rounding up everyone who comes out of the mountains, but aren't exactly saying why. Story is the people coming down aint right. Not. Natural."
He shrugs.
"Don't believe us if you wish. Make of it what yous like for yourselfs. We was just trying to be helpful."
ajanders
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Michael raises his hand placatingly.
"No, Welsh. I beg your pardon. Some of those stories have filtered in to Orussus as well -- that's mostly why we're here."
Michael grimaces slightly. "We can testify personally there are a few unpleasant things tucked away in these mountains, so it seems reasonable. But I am aware stories grow in the telling, and one person's orc may be another person's demon."
He smiles reminiscently. "My grandpappy was out hunting one day and got a good long shot at an antelope. It got mad and chased him for about a mile before he speared it. Nice little buck, maybe four feet at the shoulder.
On the way back home he stopped off at the neighbor to tell him the story. The neighbor went in to town the next day and passed the story around a little."
Michael has to restrain his chuckles for a moment.
"My daddy went to town a couple days later and heard the antelope was six feet tall, with three foot horns sharp as swords, breathed sparks and smoke out of its nostrils, and chased grandpappy for nine miles, swimming after him across Little Riverbend and Big Riverbend.
Grandpa was purely disgusted. All he could say was if he'd known that antelope was going to do that much growing, he would have waited a day or two and got the horns for trophies."
He waits for everyone else to laugh, then recognizes Big Sky humor seems to be pretty localized.
"So I thank you both for all your help. It's good to know what's been seen as well as what's been said, because it will help us to make it out for ourselves."
"No, Welsh. I beg your pardon. Some of those stories have filtered in to Orussus as well -- that's mostly why we're here."
Michael grimaces slightly. "We can testify personally there are a few unpleasant things tucked away in these mountains, so it seems reasonable. But I am aware stories grow in the telling, and one person's orc may be another person's demon."
He smiles reminiscently. "My grandpappy was out hunting one day and got a good long shot at an antelope. It got mad and chased him for about a mile before he speared it. Nice little buck, maybe four feet at the shoulder.
On the way back home he stopped off at the neighbor to tell him the story. The neighbor went in to town the next day and passed the story around a little."
Michael has to restrain his chuckles for a moment.
"My daddy went to town a couple days later and heard the antelope was six feet tall, with three foot horns sharp as swords, breathed sparks and smoke out of its nostrils, and chased grandpappy for nine miles, swimming after him across Little Riverbend and Big Riverbend.
Grandpa was purely disgusted. All he could say was if he'd known that antelope was going to do that much growing, he would have waited a day or two and got the horns for trophies."
He waits for everyone else to laugh, then recognizes Big Sky humor seems to be pretty localized.
"So I thank you both for all your help. It's good to know what's been seen as well as what's been said, because it will help us to make it out for ourselves."
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"We concur completely. If we must deal with these guards, let it be from a position of our advantage, after already having defeated the threat. That way, whether or not they are truly on our side, we will have the upper hand."
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