Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Ottokar: You move through the crowd looking for Captain Schiller, but don't see him anywhere quite yet, but you do manage to talk to a handful of local citizens and wounded warriors that you recognize. Most of them tell you nothing, but one of them tells you that the Drakwald is still full of Beastmen and various stragglers from the Chaos armies.
Grimkrag: The man smiles wryly at you. "Say, I don't know if you've heard, but Dietrich supposedly has some sort of holy relic. I wonder what an old man like him is doing with something like that." Dietrich is a local man, fairly devout in his belief in Sigmar, but not necessarily a member of the priesthood that you know about.
Everyone: After a short while -- some ten or fifteen minutes -- the buzz grows louder, and a ripple runs through the crowd as Captain Schiller appears. One of his watchmen sets up a box for him to stand on. He mounts it spryly for a man of his age (you'd place him around 50). Though his uniform is torn and his armor dented, the captain still commands the respect of the crowd. He motions once, and the crowd quiets.
"People of Untergard," he begins, "this is a glorious day. I have received a letter from Count Todbringer of Middenheim. The old wolf still lives, and the city of Middenheim still stands." With this, the crowd cheers, and Schiller again has to gesture for silence.
"Count Todbringer sends his thanks to all of Untergard for the part you played in hampering the invaders. He said, 'the battle for the Untergard Bridge will go down as one of the most glorious moments in Middenland's history.' Be proud. Our dead -- your friends and families -- have not died in vain." Again, the crowd cheers.
"To show his gratitude for our valour, the Count has sent us a token of his appreciation." Schiller opens a bag and pulls out some fine bread and a bottle of one of Middenland's wines. "We have received thirty loaves of fresh bread and twelve bottles of wine. For the moment, we can stop rationing."
Some of the poorer people's eyes go wide at the bread and wine, and, soon, a chant rises through the crowd, "Long live the Count! Long live the Count!" Schiller grins widely and holds up a loaf of bread and the bottle of wine as the cheers grow louder.
Suddenly, there is a loud crack and the bottle shatters, showering the captain with blood red wine and glass. He drops the loaf of bread to the ground. Panicked, the crowd begins to scatter, making a wild dash to find cover in the open spaces of the Ackerplatz.[sblock]Perception tests, please.[/sblock]
Grimkrag: The man smiles wryly at you. "Say, I don't know if you've heard, but Dietrich supposedly has some sort of holy relic. I wonder what an old man like him is doing with something like that." Dietrich is a local man, fairly devout in his belief in Sigmar, but not necessarily a member of the priesthood that you know about.
Everyone: After a short while -- some ten or fifteen minutes -- the buzz grows louder, and a ripple runs through the crowd as Captain Schiller appears. One of his watchmen sets up a box for him to stand on. He mounts it spryly for a man of his age (you'd place him around 50). Though his uniform is torn and his armor dented, the captain still commands the respect of the crowd. He motions once, and the crowd quiets.
"People of Untergard," he begins, "this is a glorious day. I have received a letter from Count Todbringer of Middenheim. The old wolf still lives, and the city of Middenheim still stands." With this, the crowd cheers, and Schiller again has to gesture for silence.
"Count Todbringer sends his thanks to all of Untergard for the part you played in hampering the invaders. He said, 'the battle for the Untergard Bridge will go down as one of the most glorious moments in Middenland's history.' Be proud. Our dead -- your friends and families -- have not died in vain." Again, the crowd cheers.
"To show his gratitude for our valour, the Count has sent us a token of his appreciation." Schiller opens a bag and pulls out some fine bread and a bottle of one of Middenland's wines. "We have received thirty loaves of fresh bread and twelve bottles of wine. For the moment, we can stop rationing."
Some of the poorer people's eyes go wide at the bread and wine, and, soon, a chant rises through the crowd, "Long live the Count! Long live the Count!" Schiller grins widely and holds up a loaf of bread and the bottle of wine as the cheers grow louder.
Suddenly, there is a loud crack and the bottle shatters, showering the captain with blood red wine and glass. He drops the loaf of bread to the ground. Panicked, the crowd begins to scatter, making a wild dash to find cover in the open spaces of the Ackerplatz.[sblock]Perception tests, please.[/sblock]
