[ic] nameless II: the seventh from seven

[Argent Silvermage]

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ooc: Waiting for Corporal Cromwell to tell us what to do. Until then we banter.

 

[DrZombie]

After about 2 and a half hours, or 5 miles, Nate, having travelled this way way more than once, realises that you are approaching the first stop on your route. Ujersu.

[ooc : just making up an inn where they serve good lambchops that Nate knows because he's been there before, sorry for the confusion]

 

[doghead]

ooc: No problems. Banter away. And I'm not fussed about players adding background detail. It makes my life easier.

It was Nate's eager anticipation of a hot bath and bed already that had me laughing out loud. You've only gone about five miles. Only another 80 - 90 to go.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"We won't be stopping," says Cromwell simply. He offers no explanation unless someone makes a sign of appropriate disbelief or outrage. "Time is of the essence, and we've got enough daylight and strength to get another ten miles past the town, assuming our business there isn't a matter of hours."

 

[doghead]

As you head down the almost inperceptable slope towards the village ahead, you notice a change in the patterns of movement amoung the people in the fields. A ripple of activity spreads away from you towards the village. As you approach the first fields, a small cluster of people forms and makes through the fields on an intersecting vector.

By the time you reach the first field, 4 farmers stand casually in the centre of the path. Burly fellows the lot of them, and all armed in one way or another. A couple of bows, some hand weapons.

"Hoy they! You'd be from Seven suppose?"

Nate recognises one of them as one he has done a bit of work for. Hewik another as someone who has spent some time out on the planes. Cromwell as one who has been through his gate on occasions. Inhabitants of Ujersu, which lies barely a mile beyound, all of them.

 

[Velmont]

Hewik, sseing an opportunity to change his mind from his duty, salute the one he knows. "Hey! How are you?"

 

[DrZombie]

"Hiya Mr Hoggins, hope the hinges of the front door are still in one piece, or are you here to get your money back?" Nate sais jokingly, indicating the weapons they're holding.

 

[doghead]

"Hey! How are you?"

"I be right, thanks for asking. But what beu doin' all dressed up soldier like?

A sudden look of concern.

"An hoobe lookin' afteyu goats?"

"Hiya Mr Hoggins, hope the hinges of the front door are still in one piece, or are you here to get your money back?" Nate sais jokingly, indicating the weapons they're holding.

Mr Hoggins seems to chew his words awhile before speaking as if to check they taste right.

"Paid good coin for them hinges. If they're not up to clobber I might just have to do just that."

Deadpan. As usual. Nate's pretty sure that the old 'tard is taking the micky. Pretty sure. Almost sure. But in the year or so that Nate has known Hoggins, Nate's never been able to work it out for sure.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"My name is Corporal Cromwell. We're here on Seven malitia business," Cromwell breaks in. "We need to see Borgue Pruss on a matter of great urgency."

 

[DrZombie]

Oooh that's nice Nate. Trying to impress Lisa with your good work and now this. Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger me. Bugger. Is he joking or did I do a crap job?
"haahahaaha, always the funny one. trying to take the mick aye? I bet they're still as good as teh day I fixed 'em."
"Guess you've heard about the goblins?"
oooh yes nice smart remark, dimwit. Off course they've heard about the goblins, you sheep-brained fool. Noooo we haven't mister Nate, we're allways armed to the teeth when we're harvesting. Stupid stupid stupid. Bugger me.

OK, I think I'll just shut up now.