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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1871311" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p>From "Of Sound Mind the Halfling Way," this takes place sort of 'between' major story arcs. It's a teaser- if you want to see how it comes out, go <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showpost.php?p=1285636&postcount=67" target="_blank">here.</a> This post highlights the roleplaying in the campaign, with a few bits of humor as well- there's lots of that in this campaign! I hope everyone enjoys it...</p><p></p><p><strong>Patronage</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Airhead Ed skips happily along, the bottle of wine that was awarded to her clutched in her hand. It’s a fine halfling vintage, bearing the Redgrape label, and Ed just knows that it’s going to be great! A wide grin splits her face as she sings to herself and skips along the path between the wagons and tents. </p><p></p><p>The gathering is a riot of color, with brightly-painted wagons and dyed tents on every side. The folk largely recognize her, though her face will likely be forgotten by many in a few months; but for now she’s a hero! And thinking of the letter of introduction that she was awarded (like all her friends), she knows that she can count on halfling allies anywhere she goes.</p><p></p><p>“Oh!” Ed exclaims, catching herself as she nearly bumps into a short old woman with a scent like apples. “I’m sorry, old grandmother!”</p><p></p><p>“It’s all right, dearie,” the halfling matron sooths. “Say, you’re one of those younguns who got the bell, aren’t you?”</p><p></p><p>Ed blushes. “Yes,” she says modestly. </p><p></p><p>Beaming, the old woman says, “Oh, that was so nice of you! Well done, too- from the stories you kids have been telling it was very dangerous!” She opens her handbag and digs around for a moment, finally pulling out a bottle. “Here,” she says. “I don’t need this anymore- my days of adventuring are over! But you may. It’s a potion of healing. Take it as a token of my thanks.”</p><p></p><p>Speechless, Ed takes the proffered bottle. She watches gratefully as the old lady hobbles away humming to herself.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>“Well, well,” says Gregory Yellowflower. “You seem to have made a bit of a name for yourself, Phenol.”</p><p></p><p>Phenol Sandybanks- Sandy to his friends- is relaxing, trying not to look nervous and doing a fairly good job of it. The Yellowflowers are well known as one of the moderately powerful and fairly wealthy clans, and- or so Sandy’s heard rumored- at least some of the money comes from less, well, legal activities. Not that there’s much law these days to worry about, but there are still tax collectors- as Sandy knows all too well! </p><p></p><p>“So what are your plans now?” Gregory continues. The two of them are in a large tent, full of comfortable but light furnishings. Gregory is seated behind a light writing desk and is opening a small box of polished mahogany. From it he withdraws a pair of cigars, snips them and offers one to Sandy, who accepts gratefully. The sweet aroma of the tobacco is almost as nice as that of Mama’s famous pancakes. </p><p></p><p>There’s a moment of silence as both cigars are puffed upon, broken only once both are nicely cherried. “I don’t know,” Sandy admits. “Take a little while off, maybe... I don’t really have any plans. Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, it seems that you’re developing some pretty useful skills,” Gregory answers blandly. “Skills that might be useful at times. Now, I don’t have anything in particular in mind, but you just never know.” He grins. “Perhaps I could offer you a retainer? And then you could be available to help me out with various tasks that your skills are suited for?”</p><p></p><p>Sandy studies the Yellowflower for a moment. It wouldn’t be wise to alienate someone with the kind of connections he might have... and besides, the Yellowflowers are a pretty successful clan. It can’t hurt to hitch one’s fortunes to the successful guys, right?</p><p></p><p>With a smile, Sandy graciously accepts a 50 gold piece retainer.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ed is almost back to the wagons that the Flapjacks clan have set in a semicircle when she bumps into a beautiful beautiful man. </p><p></p><p>“Oh my!” she exclaims. </p><p></p><p>He’s... he’s...</p><p></p><p>Old enough to be mature, but young enough to be... well... young. Not a boy, he’s definitely a man. (Well, a halfling man, but you know what I mean.) His hair is a luxurious reddish-brown, set in little ringlets. He wears a proud purple cloak, a bright tunic and hose. A hat set at a jaunty angle almost completes the picture, but it’s the dazzling smile that really tops it off. “My apologies, my lady,” he says smoothly. “I was not watching where I was going!” He sweeps Ed’s hand into his and presses his warm lips to it. Ed’s heart is all aflutter, her head swimmingly light.</p><p></p><p>“Oh... I... I’m Ed,” she gasps.</p><p></p><p>“Zenvo Dalais, at your service,” and he bows sweepingly. “If only I had more time to talk with you!” Somehow both of her hands have become lightly clasped in his. She threatens to swoon. “But alas,” and he releases her, and a poignant yearning shoots through her, “I have many things that require my attention.” He takes a step back, his eyes seeming to hold her like a lover. “Perhaps we shall see each other again.” His smile again! -So warm and open, it’s irresistible! </p><p></p><p>“Oh... I...” Ed doesn’t even know what to say. So she gives up, leans forward, pecks him on the cheek and runs away.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>A few hours later, on the outskirts of the camp, Ed and Sandy are walking together. She’s caught up in thoughts of Zenvo, and he’s caught up in thoughts of Gregory Yellowflower, so they aren’t talking too much. They’re actually, oddly, good company for each other because of this. But both are knocked clean out of their reveries when they hear a high-pitched scream. The two of them rush towards it and find a female halfling crying in fear. “My baby, my baby!” she shrieks.</p><p></p><p>Following her gaze, Ed and Sandy spot the child in question. He’s young, probably no older than four. Somehow, he’s gotten up a tree- high up a tree. </p><p></p><p>“What are you doing up there?” cries Ed. Thinking of climbing makes her think of her dead twin, Coco, and she bursts into tears, as usual. </p><p></p><p>“Kitty!” the child calls down, and claps his hands.</p><p></p><p>“Come down, kid!” Sandy shouts. </p><p></p><p>The child looks down. His eyes grow to the size of saucers. “Nuh-uh! I’m scared!” He sits down, then looks around sniffling. “Kitty?”</p><p></p><p>Sandy groans. “We’re going to have to climb after the kid,” he tells Ed. And while his face is turned from the tree, something hits him in the head. “Ow!” he cries angrily, turning to look.</p><p></p><p>“Kitty!” the boy cries gleefully, pointing.</p><p></p><p>Sitting on the branch, having emerged from a hollow in the tree, are a pair of squirrels. </p><p></p><p>Four-foot long squirrels, that is. </p><p></p><p>As Sandy and Ed gape at them, the dire squirrels spit rocks from their cheeks into their hands and start throwing.</p><p></p><p>“Kitty?” asks the child.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Next Time: A fight with dire squirrels, a party at the Featherheads, and introducing the Bakeswells!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1871311, member: 1210"] From "Of Sound Mind the Halfling Way," this takes place sort of 'between' major story arcs. It's a teaser- if you want to see how it comes out, go [url=http://www.enworld.org/forums/showpost.php?p=1285636&postcount=67]here.[/url] This post highlights the roleplaying in the campaign, with a few bits of humor as well- there's lots of that in this campaign! I hope everyone enjoys it... [b]Patronage[/b] Airhead Ed skips happily along, the bottle of wine that was awarded to her clutched in her hand. It’s a fine halfling vintage, bearing the Redgrape label, and Ed just knows that it’s going to be great! A wide grin splits her face as she sings to herself and skips along the path between the wagons and tents. The gathering is a riot of color, with brightly-painted wagons and dyed tents on every side. The folk largely recognize her, though her face will likely be forgotten by many in a few months; but for now she’s a hero! And thinking of the letter of introduction that she was awarded (like all her friends), she knows that she can count on halfling allies anywhere she goes. “Oh!” Ed exclaims, catching herself as she nearly bumps into a short old woman with a scent like apples. “I’m sorry, old grandmother!” “It’s all right, dearie,” the halfling matron sooths. “Say, you’re one of those younguns who got the bell, aren’t you?” Ed blushes. “Yes,” she says modestly. Beaming, the old woman says, “Oh, that was so nice of you! Well done, too- from the stories you kids have been telling it was very dangerous!” She opens her handbag and digs around for a moment, finally pulling out a bottle. “Here,” she says. “I don’t need this anymore- my days of adventuring are over! But you may. It’s a potion of healing. Take it as a token of my thanks.” Speechless, Ed takes the proffered bottle. She watches gratefully as the old lady hobbles away humming to herself. *** “Well, well,” says Gregory Yellowflower. “You seem to have made a bit of a name for yourself, Phenol.” Phenol Sandybanks- Sandy to his friends- is relaxing, trying not to look nervous and doing a fairly good job of it. The Yellowflowers are well known as one of the moderately powerful and fairly wealthy clans, and- or so Sandy’s heard rumored- at least some of the money comes from less, well, legal activities. Not that there’s much law these days to worry about, but there are still tax collectors- as Sandy knows all too well! “So what are your plans now?” Gregory continues. The two of them are in a large tent, full of comfortable but light furnishings. Gregory is seated behind a light writing desk and is opening a small box of polished mahogany. From it he withdraws a pair of cigars, snips them and offers one to Sandy, who accepts gratefully. The sweet aroma of the tobacco is almost as nice as that of Mama’s famous pancakes. There’s a moment of silence as both cigars are puffed upon, broken only once both are nicely cherried. “I don’t know,” Sandy admits. “Take a little while off, maybe... I don’t really have any plans. Why?” “Well, it seems that you’re developing some pretty useful skills,” Gregory answers blandly. “Skills that might be useful at times. Now, I don’t have anything in particular in mind, but you just never know.” He grins. “Perhaps I could offer you a retainer? And then you could be available to help me out with various tasks that your skills are suited for?” Sandy studies the Yellowflower for a moment. It wouldn’t be wise to alienate someone with the kind of connections he might have... and besides, the Yellowflowers are a pretty successful clan. It can’t hurt to hitch one’s fortunes to the successful guys, right? With a smile, Sandy graciously accepts a 50 gold piece retainer. *** Ed is almost back to the wagons that the Flapjacks clan have set in a semicircle when she bumps into a beautiful beautiful man. “Oh my!” she exclaims. He’s... he’s... Old enough to be mature, but young enough to be... well... young. Not a boy, he’s definitely a man. (Well, a halfling man, but you know what I mean.) His hair is a luxurious reddish-brown, set in little ringlets. He wears a proud purple cloak, a bright tunic and hose. A hat set at a jaunty angle almost completes the picture, but it’s the dazzling smile that really tops it off. “My apologies, my lady,” he says smoothly. “I was not watching where I was going!” He sweeps Ed’s hand into his and presses his warm lips to it. Ed’s heart is all aflutter, her head swimmingly light. “Oh... I... I’m Ed,” she gasps. “Zenvo Dalais, at your service,” and he bows sweepingly. “If only I had more time to talk with you!” Somehow both of her hands have become lightly clasped in his. She threatens to swoon. “But alas,” and he releases her, and a poignant yearning shoots through her, “I have many things that require my attention.” He takes a step back, his eyes seeming to hold her like a lover. “Perhaps we shall see each other again.” His smile again! -So warm and open, it’s irresistible! “Oh... I...” Ed doesn’t even know what to say. So she gives up, leans forward, pecks him on the cheek and runs away. *** A few hours later, on the outskirts of the camp, Ed and Sandy are walking together. She’s caught up in thoughts of Zenvo, and he’s caught up in thoughts of Gregory Yellowflower, so they aren’t talking too much. They’re actually, oddly, good company for each other because of this. But both are knocked clean out of their reveries when they hear a high-pitched scream. The two of them rush towards it and find a female halfling crying in fear. “My baby, my baby!” she shrieks. Following her gaze, Ed and Sandy spot the child in question. He’s young, probably no older than four. Somehow, he’s gotten up a tree- high up a tree. “What are you doing up there?” cries Ed. Thinking of climbing makes her think of her dead twin, Coco, and she bursts into tears, as usual. “Kitty!” the child calls down, and claps his hands. “Come down, kid!” Sandy shouts. The child looks down. His eyes grow to the size of saucers. “Nuh-uh! I’m scared!” He sits down, then looks around sniffling. “Kitty?” Sandy groans. “We’re going to have to climb after the kid,” he tells Ed. And while his face is turned from the tree, something hits him in the head. “Ow!” he cries angrily, turning to look. “Kitty!” the boy cries gleefully, pointing. Sitting on the branch, having emerged from a hollow in the tree, are a pair of squirrels. Four-foot long squirrels, that is. As Sandy and Ed gape at them, the dire squirrels spit rocks from their cheeks into their hands and start throwing. “Kitty?” asks the child. Next Time: A fight with dire squirrels, a party at the Featherheads, and introducing the Bakeswells! [/QUOTE]
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