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<blockquote data-quote="jayoungr" data-source="post: 6929472" data-attributes="member: 6702445">Part 3:&nbsp; BarleytownMagus / Barleytown:&nbsp; The Hospitality of the Barley Lord&nbsp;Harp:&nbsp; After a certain space of time traveling in the Oak Hills, during which time the nights grow longer, the air grows cooler, and the trees start to burst out into color, we come into Barleytown just in time for the harvest festival.&nbsp; Although Barleytown is ruled by a noble family--actually, no, let's scratch that.&nbsp; Barleytown is built around this abbey, and the abbot is the de facto ruler of the town.&nbsp; But every year during the harvest festival, they appoint the Barley Lord, who reigns over the city in a mood of revelry, permitting things the abbot would never allow.&nbsp; Think the King of Mardi Gras.&nbsp; And so we arrive just in time the enjoy the hospitality of the Barley Lord.The Magus, being long-lived and extremely powerful, has residences for himself in pretty much every major city, and so he has a house in Barleytown that we can all go to.&nbsp; It's a chance to sleep in real beds for a change and cook in a kitchen and so forth.&nbsp; The Magus actually seems to cheer up a bit as we enter the town.&nbsp; He perks up a little, looks a bit animated, and announces, &quot;I thank you for coming with me; I know I have been a bit silent on the road.&nbsp; But you all are young.&nbsp; Enjoy the pleasures of Barleytown.&quot;&nbsp; He gives--probably not Harp, because she's on sort of an unofficial basis, but to the rest of you, he gives some money and says to go and enjoy yourselves.He himself is going to go and visit the abbot and consult with him.&nbsp; At the abbey, they pretty much stay indoors and let the revelry go on outside for as long it lasts, because they understand people need to let their hair down once in a while.&nbsp; They will be hearing confessions for weeks afterward of what everybody did.[She looks at Caspian, indicating that she is done.&nbsp; Caspian places his token.]Caspian:&nbsp; We'll be in the Inn of the Axe and Fiddle.Caspian /&nbsp; The Inn of the Axe and Fiddle:&nbsp; A Song of Your PeopleCaspian:&nbsp; The inn is loud, very loud, especially on the eve of the barley harvest and such.&nbsp; I'm thinking loud music, lots of raucous laughter.&nbsp; Caspian's sitting at the bar, looking excitedly at a big, wooden mug that's filled with a frothy foam at the top.&nbsp; Vago's there, looking at him like, &quot;Huh?&quot;&quot;They tell me this barley brew is what all the farmers work for year-round, that this is their happiest time of year--that you can taste all of their work and effort in the craftsmanship of this brew.&quot;Vago:&nbsp; &quot;I can't imagine these people being any happier than this.&nbsp; Look at them all.&nbsp; No burdens.&nbsp; Even the innkeeper who's giving out the beer--he's so happy to do it.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;What do you think, Piccolo?&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;Oh, uh, you know, I haven't had as much opportunity to taste the beers as maybe the two of you have, but it certainly warms my belly.&quot;Vago:&nbsp; Harp wasn't given any money by the Magus in her unofficial capacity, but did she come out anyway?Harp:&nbsp; Oh, yeah.&nbsp; Ever since the incident with the plums, she's let her hair down a little bit.Caspian:&nbsp; They drink for a while at the inn; everybody's up at the bar.&nbsp; It's funny because, maybe about a beer or two in, Piccolo's like, [drunkenly] &quot;Okay, this is, this is really good stuff.&quot;&nbsp; He's kind of ...Vago:&nbsp; He's on his way down.Caspian:&nbsp; He's on his way down, and as we keep drinking, everybody's getting drunker and drunker, but Caspian just keeps smiling, like &quot;Oh, all right, this is what we do.&quot;&nbsp; He's drinking just as much as anybody else; it just doesn't seem to faze him.&nbsp; As the band stops, people are at that point where they sing along to anything.&nbsp; He says, [to Vago] &quot;Do you have any songs--songs of your people, from where you come from, where you 'picked up your roots'?&quot;Vago:&nbsp; &quot;My people didn't sing.&nbsp; My people weren't permitted to sing.&nbsp; My people were under the whip, and if we sang, they would have taken it that we had spirit at all, let alone good spirit.&nbsp; It wasn't permitted.&nbsp; I've heard song, but never a song that I would revere enough to repeat.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;I see. Innkeeper, perhaps another barley brew for my friend Vago.&nbsp; Quite all right, quite all right.&nbsp; Harp, perhaps you know a song--a song of your people?&quot;Harp:&nbsp; &quot;You want to hear a song of my people?&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;I would.&quot;Harp:&nbsp; Harp has had a few.&nbsp; She's probably the type who turns pink when she gets alcohol, so she's very flushed and is just at the stage where her inhibitions are about ready to go.&nbsp; She sings a song that is full of double entendre, something along the lines of &quot;There was this woman who owned a farm, and she had this strapping young lad and was saying 'You want to stack my barley for me?'&quot;&nbsp; This is an <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35EOLO-JhR0" target="_blank">actual Irish folk song</a>.Caspian:&nbsp; I believe it.Harp:&nbsp; Only it's in Gaelic, so you'd never know it was filthy.Vago:&nbsp; You just have to assume, because it's in Gaelic.Harp:&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; So she sings that and isn't even embarrassed.&nbsp; She'll be tremendously embarrassed tomorrow, but right now, no.Caspian:&nbsp; She's just feeling the beer?Harp:&nbsp; Yeah.Caspian:&nbsp; [to Vago] &quot;That's a nice song, wasn't it?&nbsp; She had a servant, like Piccolo--a big, strapping boy who moved her barley for her.&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;I've got a song.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;Good!&nbsp; A song of your people?&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;Yeah.&quot;&nbsp; I start singing a song about how, long ago, Barleytown wasn't cleared; it was a huge wood.&nbsp; There were people coming from far away, the people who had lived in Barleytown.&nbsp; They were fleeing--who knows?&nbsp; Disease, war, famine.&nbsp; They came to the forest and started clearing it.&nbsp; The men of the forest were strange men--beautiful, but strange; they were resistant, but they made a deal with the people who came, saying, &quot;If you allow your daughter one day to marry my son, then I'll let you clear this area.&quot;&nbsp; It was made in earnest, but years later, the man tried to renege, and it led to a battle at Swine Hill.&nbsp; In the end, the man agreed to have his daughter married, and she was taken away and never saw him again; but once in a while, you see people who, they say, are descendants of the forest men.Vago:&nbsp; &quot;That song had a lot of words.&nbsp; Are you from here?&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;Yeah.&quot;Host:&nbsp; Maybe even, as you're singing the song, other people join in, because they know the words.Caspian:&nbsp; If it's a local one, yes.Harp:&nbsp; &quot;You're quite the scholar of local history.&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;Not much on the writing as much, but that's how we keep our records, through the song.&quot;Vago:&nbsp; &quot;That is good tradition.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;A book or a scroll, but from the heart ... you'll write one one day.&nbsp; I know it, Vago.&quot;Vago:&nbsp; &quot;I can't write.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;But your heart beats, and you're not under the whip anymore.&quot;Harp:&nbsp; [drunkenly]&nbsp; &quot;Did you say you can't write?&nbsp; That's so sad!&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;Innkeep, another beer.&quot;Harp:&nbsp; &quot;I'll teach you to write.&nbsp; You've gotta write!&quot;Piccolo:&nbsp; &quot;Harp, why are there so many of you?&quot;&nbsp; He falls off the stool.Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;No more beer for him.&quot;Vago:&nbsp; &quot;We're going to have to take him home.&quot;Caspian:&nbsp; &quot;Indeed.&quot;Harp:&nbsp; That was fun.&nbsp; That was the first scene we've had with all four of us, I think.Caspian:&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; I was like, &quot;Let's get everybody in so we can mix it up.&quot;[Vago places his token on the market.]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jayoungr, post: 6929472, member: 6702445"] [SIZE=5][B]Part 3: Barleytown[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=4][B]Magus / Barleytown: The Hospitality of the Barley Lord[/B][/SIZE] [B]Harp:[/B] After a certain space of time traveling in the Oak Hills, during which time the nights grow longer, the air grows cooler, and the trees start to burst out into color, we come into Barleytown just in time for the harvest festival. Although Barleytown is ruled by a noble family--actually, no, let's scratch that. Barleytown is built around this abbey, and the abbot is the de facto ruler of the town. But every year during the harvest festival, they appoint the Barley Lord, who reigns over the city in a mood of revelry, permitting things the abbot would never allow. Think the King of Mardi Gras. And so we arrive just in time the enjoy the hospitality of the Barley Lord. The Magus, being long-lived and extremely powerful, has residences for himself in pretty much every major city, and so he has a house in Barleytown that we can all go to. It's a chance to sleep in real beds for a change and cook in a kitchen and so forth. The Magus actually seems to cheer up a bit as we enter the town. He perks up a little, looks a bit animated, and announces, "I thank you for coming with me; I know I have been a bit silent on the road. But you all are young. Enjoy the pleasures of Barleytown." He gives--probably not Harp, because she's on sort of an unofficial basis, but to the rest of you, he gives some money and says to go and enjoy yourselves. He himself is going to go and visit the abbot and consult with him. At the abbey, they pretty much stay indoors and let the revelry go on outside for as long it lasts, because they understand people need to let their hair down once in a while. They will be hearing confessions for weeks afterward of what everybody did. [I][She looks at Caspian, indicating that she is done. Caspian places his token.][/I] [B]Caspian:[/B] We'll be in the Inn of the Axe and Fiddle. [SIZE=4][B][B]Caspian /[/B] The Inn of the Axe and Fiddle: A Song of Your People[/B][/SIZE] [B]Caspian:[/B] The inn is loud, very loud, especially on the eve of the barley harvest and such. I'm thinking loud music, lots of raucous laughter. Caspian's sitting at the bar, looking excitedly at a big, wooden mug that's filled with a frothy foam at the top. Vago's there, looking at him like, "Huh?" "They tell me this barley brew is what all the farmers work for year-round, that this is their happiest time of year--that you can taste all of their work and effort in the craftsmanship of this brew." [B]Vago:[/B] "I can't imagine these people being any happier than this. Look at them all. No burdens. Even the innkeeper who's giving out the beer--he's so happy to do it." [B]Caspian:[/B] "What do you think, Piccolo?" [B]Piccolo:[/B] "Oh, uh, you know, I haven't had as much opportunity to taste the beers as maybe the two of you have, but it certainly warms my belly." [B]Vago:[/B] Harp wasn't given any money by the Magus in her unofficial capacity, but did she come out anyway? [B]Harp:[/B] Oh, yeah. Ever since the incident with the plums, she's let her hair down a little bit. [B]Caspian:[/B] They drink for a while at the inn; everybody's up at the bar. It's funny because, maybe about a beer or two in, Piccolo's like, [I][drunkenly][/I] "Okay, this is, this is really good stuff." He's kind of ... [B]Vago:[/B] He's on his way down. [B]Caspian:[/B] He's on his way down, and as we keep drinking, everybody's getting drunker and drunker, but Caspian just keeps smiling, like "Oh, all right, this is what we do." He's drinking just as much as anybody else; it just doesn't seem to faze him. As the band stops, people are at that point where they sing along to anything. He says, [I][to Vago][/I] "Do you have any songs--songs of your people, from where you come from, where you 'picked up your roots'?" [B]Vago:[/B] "My people didn't sing. My people weren't permitted to sing. My people were under the whip, and if we sang, they would have taken it that we had spirit at all, let alone good spirit. It wasn't permitted. I've heard song, but never a song that I would revere enough to repeat." [B]Caspian:[/B] "I see. Innkeeper, perhaps another barley brew for my friend Vago. Quite all right, quite all right. Harp, perhaps you know a song--a song of your people?" [B]Harp:[/B] "You want to hear a song of my people?" [B]Caspian:[/B] "I would." [B]Harp:[/B] Harp has had a few. She's probably the type who turns pink when she gets alcohol, so she's very flushed and is just at the stage where her inhibitions are about ready to go. She sings a song that is full of double entendre, something along the lines of "There was this woman who owned a farm, and she had this strapping young lad and was saying 'You want to stack my barley for me?'" This is an [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35EOLO-JhR0"]actual Irish folk song[/URL]. [B]Caspian:[/B] I believe it. [B]Harp:[/B] Only it's in Gaelic, so you'd never know it was filthy. [B]Vago:[/B] You just have to assume, because it's in Gaelic. [B]Harp:[/B] Yeah. So she sings that and isn't even embarrassed. She'll be tremendously embarrassed tomorrow, but right now, no. [B]Caspian:[/B] She's just feeling the beer? [B]Harp:[/B] Yeah. [B]Caspian:[/B] [I][to Vago][/I] "That's a nice song, wasn't it? She had a servant, like Piccolo--a big, strapping boy who moved her barley for her." [B]Piccolo:[/B] "I've got a song." [B]Caspian:[/B] "Good! A song of your people?" [B]Piccolo:[/B] "Yeah." I start singing a song about how, long ago, Barleytown wasn't cleared; it was a huge wood. There were people coming from far away, the people who had lived in Barleytown. They were fleeing--who knows? Disease, war, famine. They came to the forest and started clearing it. The men of the forest were strange men--beautiful, but strange; they were resistant, but they made a deal with the people who came, saying, "If you allow your daughter one day to marry my son, then I'll let you clear this area." It was made in earnest, but years later, the man tried to renege, and it led to a battle at Swine Hill. In the end, the man agreed to have his daughter married, and she was taken away and never saw him again; but once in a while, you see people who, they say, are descendants of the forest men. [B]Vago:[/B] "That song had a lot of words. Are you from here?" [B]Piccolo:[/B] "Yeah." [B]Host:[/B] Maybe even, as you're singing the song, other people join in, because they know the words. [B]Caspian:[/B] If it's a local one, yes. [B]Harp:[/B] "You're quite the scholar of local history." [B]Piccolo:[/B] "Not much on the writing as much, but that's how we keep our records, through the song." [B]Vago:[/B] "That is good tradition." [B]Caspian:[/B] "A book or a scroll, but from the heart ... you'll write one one day. I know it, Vago." [B]Vago:[/B] "I can't write." [B]Caspian:[/B] "But your heart beats, and you're not under the whip anymore." [B]Harp:[/B] [I][drunkenly][/I] "Did you say you can't write? That's so sad!" [B]Caspian:[/B] "Innkeep, another beer." [B]Harp:[/B] "I'll teach you to write. You've gotta write!" [B]Piccolo:[/B] "Harp, why are there so many of you?" He falls off the stool. [B]Caspian:[/B] "No more beer for him." [B]Vago:[/B] "We're going to have to take him home." [B]Caspian:[/B] "Indeed." [B]Harp:[/B] That was fun. That was the first scene we've had with all four of us, I think. [B]Caspian:[/B] Yeah. I was like, "Let's get everybody in so we can mix it up." [I][Vago places his token on the market.][/I] [/QUOTE]

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