pogre
Legend
Intrepid Adventures of Legend or Hobo Murderers on the Loose (a pogre storyhour)
Episode 01
A Female! That’s My Favorite Encounter!
“You filthy peck!” the barmaid screamed. She then delivered a resounding slap that nearly knocked Cabo off of his chair. He righted himself and gave a half-smile to his companion, Gideon.
“That one likes me,” Cabo slurred.
“You give our race a bad name,” Gideon chided shaking his head.
Cabo’s other companions seemed oblivious to the exchange and were debating the merits of various metals. Stridently making his point was the Dwarf, Brodek. Listening calmly to the Dwarf’s rant was another halfling, a sorcerer named Osbourne.
The four had come to this outpost on the edge of the wilderness looking for new starts. Old Ox Inn was no longer an Inn, but more of a complete village under one roof. It was clear from the layout of the place the proprietor had big plans.
“Keep your hands off my girls!” boomed a loud voice at the end of the table. The group looked up to see a large man with fiery red hair and a sizable potbelly beaming down at them. “It’s rare we get the wee race in here, and even rarer that they cause problems.”
“A simple misunderstanding,” Cabo slurred. Gideon stood on his chair and offered an open hand to the man while introducing himself. The man warmly greeted Gideon and introduced himself as Lant Marrowkind, the owner of the Old Ox. The rest of the group introduced themselves as well. During the ensuing conversation Lant explained his efforts to tame this area and the efforts he made in the last several years expanding the Old Ox. When Lant learned the group was looking for work he let them know his niece was supposed to arrive four days ago and he was worried. There was a new roving band of goblins that had attacked some caravans recently. He asked if the group would be interested in taking out the band and looking for his niece.
“What are you paying?” the dwarf asked.
“All the food you can eat, all the drink you can drink, and a place to rest your heads,” Lant replied.
“Done,” the dwarf replied.
The Dwarf’s other three companion looked at him quizzically. The Dwarf shot at glare at them and said, “Look, you pecks don’t have to come, I can go myself.” The halflings exchanged a buzz of conversation and then agreed to Lant’s terms as well.
Cabo did try to get a bonus, “What about her?” He thumbed toward the barmaid who had just slapped him silly.
“Nay, my friend, that’s not a business I’ll tolerate in this premises,” Lant replied. “Besides she is my third cousin removed or something - anyway, she’s blood.”
The rest of the evening involved copious amounts of drinking and feasting and was largely uneventful except for Cabo getting slapped by various females working the lower tavern.
*****
The group that now trudged along the trail in the mid-morning sun did not inspire confidence. Hung over and unsettled from too much rich food the three halflings made frequent stops for water, both drinking and leaving. The dwarf was the only one of the group who was not a shambling mess. However, following a mid-day meal, even the halflings began to feel better.
The group travelled along a path edged with light woods and heavy undergrowth one either side. The path ran parallel to a small river the group could see through the foliage most of the time and provided the welcome relief of cool, clean water.
Suddenly, the dwarf’s hand shot up at the front of the group. The halflings immediately stopped and quit chatting. The monk, Gideon, moved quietly up to the dwarf and asked, “What is it?”
The Dwarf tapped his nose and whispered, “I smell gobbos.” The group remained very still and calm for a few minutes and finally the spotted a pair of goblins hunched in the foliage to the side of the path.
“Here’s what I think we should do…,” Osbourne the sorcerer began to whisper.
A great war cry came out of the Dwarf, “Die greenskin vermin!” The heavily armored dwarf trundled in a charge towards the goblins.
Episode 01
A Female! That’s My Favorite Encounter!
“You filthy peck!” the barmaid screamed. She then delivered a resounding slap that nearly knocked Cabo off of his chair. He righted himself and gave a half-smile to his companion, Gideon.
“That one likes me,” Cabo slurred.
“You give our race a bad name,” Gideon chided shaking his head.
Cabo’s other companions seemed oblivious to the exchange and were debating the merits of various metals. Stridently making his point was the Dwarf, Brodek. Listening calmly to the Dwarf’s rant was another halfling, a sorcerer named Osbourne.
The four had come to this outpost on the edge of the wilderness looking for new starts. Old Ox Inn was no longer an Inn, but more of a complete village under one roof. It was clear from the layout of the place the proprietor had big plans.
“Keep your hands off my girls!” boomed a loud voice at the end of the table. The group looked up to see a large man with fiery red hair and a sizable potbelly beaming down at them. “It’s rare we get the wee race in here, and even rarer that they cause problems.”
“A simple misunderstanding,” Cabo slurred. Gideon stood on his chair and offered an open hand to the man while introducing himself. The man warmly greeted Gideon and introduced himself as Lant Marrowkind, the owner of the Old Ox. The rest of the group introduced themselves as well. During the ensuing conversation Lant explained his efforts to tame this area and the efforts he made in the last several years expanding the Old Ox. When Lant learned the group was looking for work he let them know his niece was supposed to arrive four days ago and he was worried. There was a new roving band of goblins that had attacked some caravans recently. He asked if the group would be interested in taking out the band and looking for his niece.
“What are you paying?” the dwarf asked.
“All the food you can eat, all the drink you can drink, and a place to rest your heads,” Lant replied.
“Done,” the dwarf replied.
The Dwarf’s other three companion looked at him quizzically. The Dwarf shot at glare at them and said, “Look, you pecks don’t have to come, I can go myself.” The halflings exchanged a buzz of conversation and then agreed to Lant’s terms as well.
Cabo did try to get a bonus, “What about her?” He thumbed toward the barmaid who had just slapped him silly.
“Nay, my friend, that’s not a business I’ll tolerate in this premises,” Lant replied. “Besides she is my third cousin removed or something - anyway, she’s blood.”
The rest of the evening involved copious amounts of drinking and feasting and was largely uneventful except for Cabo getting slapped by various females working the lower tavern.
*****
The group that now trudged along the trail in the mid-morning sun did not inspire confidence. Hung over and unsettled from too much rich food the three halflings made frequent stops for water, both drinking and leaving. The dwarf was the only one of the group who was not a shambling mess. However, following a mid-day meal, even the halflings began to feel better.
The group travelled along a path edged with light woods and heavy undergrowth one either side. The path ran parallel to a small river the group could see through the foliage most of the time and provided the welcome relief of cool, clean water.
Suddenly, the dwarf’s hand shot up at the front of the group. The halflings immediately stopped and quit chatting. The monk, Gideon, moved quietly up to the dwarf and asked, “What is it?”
The Dwarf tapped his nose and whispered, “I smell gobbos.” The group remained very still and calm for a few minutes and finally the spotted a pair of goblins hunched in the foliage to the side of the path.
“Here’s what I think we should do…,” Osbourne the sorcerer began to whisper.
A great war cry came out of the Dwarf, “Die greenskin vermin!” The heavily armored dwarf trundled in a charge towards the goblins.
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