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==== Alparslan Kalkandelen ==== | ==== Alparslan Kalkandelen ==== | ||
Alparslan wonders regarding Playstation is it a fruit, vegetable or some kind of weapon. | Alparslan wonders regarding Playstation is it a fruit, vegetable or some kind of weapon. | ||
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| + | == 26th March == | ||
| + | === Summer Day -- [[Falens]] === | ||
| + | ==== Osgar Haidvogel ==== | ||
| + | The Baron of Astin was overseeing the construction of some light fortifications in the mountains to the north when he decided to take a break and go for a walk. He stumbled over a recruitment center and asked himself what proud soldiers his lands may produce. | ||
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| + | It was a rather small wooden hut attached to some kind of tent. Goats where lying around in some corners and in the middle of the tent a leathery old man was busy cooking something that emited an evil stench. The face of the man had the same color and structure as his leather armor but his smile was as bright as the sunlight, interesting enough the man was also barely tall enough to reach the Barons shoulder. "Oh! It must be our new Lord! We have been waiting for you to arrive! Come sit with us and eat! Have some goat stew! Or do you prefer fruit like the fancy man from the big settlement in the far west?" The Baron had no idea what was going on but tried some of the stew, it was fine despite the smell. | ||
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| + | "Come me Lord! You must see the recruits!" Infront of the hut a dozen, of what seemed to be kids, tried to hit each other with wooden sticks "Once they done training they are allowed to drive nails through their clubs and join the Kings army!" not able to decide if he should burst into laughter or beeing sorry for those poor souls the Baron couldnt keep shaking his head when the small men smiled and said "We couldnt decide on a name for them either, too many small tribes, all from different valleys but.... Kingsmen call us the `Mountain Midgets`! Not sure what it means, someone told us: small man from mountain. We think it is name that fits and so we keep it!" | ||
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6th March
Summer Evening -- Lesthem
Tulvir Pileran
Tulvir stumbled through the foot hills of Lesthem, clutching at an arrow in his shoulder. He bellowed, as quietly as he could, for his unit was scattered, and mostly dead after the battle.
"CAPTAIN MARIA. YOU ARE A SMARTER WOMAN THAN I AM."
An equally wounded woman came out of the brush to walk next to Tulvir, trying to shoosh him. Tulvir did not notice.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE SHOOT, STAB, OR BASH TULVIR? WHAT MAKES /ME/ SUCH A TARGET."
Maria contemplated Tulvir for a moment. "Tulvir. You're the size of a large Shed."
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ME GETTING SHOT?"
14th March
Summer Day -- Lesthem
Coulson Blue
Coulson squinted, looking into the opening beneath the tangle of gnarled tree trunks. It was tall enough for a man to walk through without stooping. He eyes were having trouble penetrating the gloom, so he shielded his eyes and leaned forward.
Step forward, said a raspy voice from the darkness.
"Uh.. what?" Coulson stammered, confused. He scratched his chin.
Only silence issued from the hollow.
He stepped forward.
You have stepped forward and proclaimed yourself a Hero. Only time will tell if you actually are.
"Wait, hold on a second. That's it?!"
He felt a hesitation in the darkness. Then, Yes. That's how it works.
"Oh. Great."
15th March
Summer Day -- Neralle
Osgar Haidvogel
"Oi! What are you lookin' at?!" *random act of violence*
Osgar Haidvogel
"How I love this Island!" Osgar said and spat out, returning to his Playstation "Making stupid jokes and dont givin a sht bout bananas makes me feel happy in me tummy!" Osgar said and smoked a bong....
NOW COMMON EVERYBODY! ITS SOUTH ISLAND! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!
Alparslan Kalkandelen
Alparslan wonders regarding Playstation is it a fruit, vegetable or some kind of weapon.
26th March
Summer Day -- Falens
Osgar Haidvogel
The Baron of Astin was overseeing the construction of some light fortifications in the mountains to the north when he decided to take a break and go for a walk. He stumbled over a recruitment center and asked himself what proud soldiers his lands may produce.
It was a rather small wooden hut attached to some kind of tent. Goats where lying around in some corners and in the middle of the tent a leathery old man was busy cooking something that emited an evil stench. The face of the man had the same color and structure as his leather armor but his smile was as bright as the sunlight, interesting enough the man was also barely tall enough to reach the Barons shoulder. "Oh! It must be our new Lord! We have been waiting for you to arrive! Come sit with us and eat! Have some goat stew! Or do you prefer fruit like the fancy man from the big settlement in the far west?" The Baron had no idea what was going on but tried some of the stew, it was fine despite the smell.
"Come me Lord! You must see the recruits!" Infront of the hut a dozen, of what seemed to be kids, tried to hit each other with wooden sticks "Once they done training they are allowed to drive nails through their clubs and join the Kings army!" not able to decide if he should burst into laughter or beeing sorry for those poor souls the Baron couldnt keep shaking his head when the small men smiled and said "We couldnt decide on a name for them either, too many small tribes, all from different valleys but.... Kingsmen call us the `Mountain Midgets`! Not sure what it means, someone told us: small man from mountain. We think it is name that fits and so we keep it!"
