Al anagengi si swāri (Altengardish for: All beginnings be d Oct 2, 2019 12:35:57 GMT whiteface likes this
Post by brisko32312 on Oct 2, 2019 12:35:57 GMT
"ifficult" (it should say in the subject of this thread.)
Two longtime friends in their late forties met to throw some dice again -"like in the good old rpg times" - and fantasy it should be.
Character creation ran quick (time is relative, isn't it?!) and smoothly - and soon two young Altengard men (one missile-, one melee-man, both REP 3 and with alignment towards Twilight) were eager to gain fame and glory.
"Why REP 3?" - the experienced THW-enthusiast might ask. Well, it wasn't, that we ignored Ed's advice - really not, at least not totally. The plan was, to create a REP 5 NPC Star, acting as mentor (and leader) for our two boys and giving them a chance to learn.
But before spending more time with work that should be done (creating the said NPC Star) and bothering a REP 5 Hero with a pair of inexperienced backwoodboys it was decided to send the two of them on a short hunting trip. This way they could gain first experiences with their weapons (a sling and a hammer) - and some increasing REP d6 - I mean, what harm can there be hunting rabbits, squirrels and other small game?!
And so it was, that the two of them left their small settlement in the centre of Altengard, and
cautiously moved through the hilly woods near their homestead, wielding their sling and hunting spear, marking some bushes and trees for whatever reason with their weapons, and doing no harm to anything living, breathing and tasty...
Instead they stumbled into three members of the Brotherhood, the Leader a formidable REP 6 Brother Knight. The encounter started on friendly terms, but somehow our two want-to-be huntsmen managed to annoy his Big Brotherhood, and so he threatened to teach them respect and humility if they would ever meet again. Well, that didn't bother the boys much - face it: what are the chances to meet a Brother Knight in an Altengard Backwood a second time? You get it: to be ignored!
Nevertheless, a bit startled about how they managed to displease that shining Knight - maybe, it was because being asked for our names we could't come up with an answer?! Not because we didn't want to, it was just that we didn't have names with us - I mean, what men takes his name with him, going out hunting? (That was the moment we realized we forgot to name our characters). Maybe it was one of the fashionable remarks ("Wow, you really look gay with that big sun on your robe - you must really be flame!?", "Is that sun shining everywhere you go?", "You Brothers must be warm, dressed like this", etc).
Before the two came up with an answer, or any other thing they were looking for, they stumbled onto another wanderer - this time a lone REP 5 Altengard sell-sword (TW) named Guntbert. After a short conversation about hunting different types of game on a very special sunny day the three of them parted as friends.
This way ended the first encounter of two Altengard innominates, one of them gaining two decreasing REP d6 and a respectable future enemy, the other a new friend and one each in- and decreasing REP d6.
Upon returning home our two braves first helped themselves to some names -
and from now on they will be known as
Isenhart and Wickbert*
(*ed: one of the long forgotten and almost always overseen side-branch-ancestors in the super big and multi branched family-tree of a present day huntsman named Johann Wickbert).
During light and frugal (and vegetarian) evening-meals both had to answer questions as to why their chores weren't done and - having left them for their sibblings to grow on them - how comes they dared to return without prey!?! Upon hearing their full and honest reports, and with an eye on an upcoming festivity, it was decided that our two roughnecks will have the honour to go and collect the bright and gaudy flowers and blossoms, needed for decorations. And so it was, that early -very, very early - so early that even the roosters were still deep into their sleep - two cloaked figures, adorned with spear and pannier, slowly, quietly and gently tiptoed out of the settlement, not to provoke some untimely cock-a-doodle-doo, and disappeared into the woods.
Beating about the bushes in the dawn, Isenhart was deep in thought, trying to figure out, what went wrong to bring this calamity upon him. So deep in thought he was, that not only didn't he find any flowers or blossoms - it even took him a lo-o-ong moment to realize that he was looking straight into the sun -the full-sun standing low in the west. Lifting his gaze a bit it dawned upon him, that this was not the morning sun at the horizon, bringing warmth and liveliness - but the full sun adorning the barrel-like chest of Brother Knight Ubaldo - REP 6 and out for a vengeance and to teach some manners - staring coldly at him (failing on the Gather-table, meeting Brethren again, followed by a "1" => someone of the group we met before, and a "2" for Brother Knight (1-2), Brother 1 (3-4) or Brother 2 (5-6)).
Suddenly, things move quickly: Brother Knight Ubaldo charges at Isenhart, who prepares himself for the impact of whatever might overcome him, and is a few paces short, giving Wickbert the chance for a shot (- or is it a sling?). Wickbert lets loose, and the missile hits Umbaldo at the head, knocking him down and seeing him stunned, only to be knocked out by a somewhat amazed Isenhart.
The two relieved and dumbfounded victors took their time (and brother Ubaldos two Gold Talos), and pondered their options. Everything, from outright killing their assailant, to rob him and leave him alone, or bring him to the settlement and to their landlord - and every possibility they could think of in between was weighed up.
In the end it was agreed upon, that the landlord seemed the best suited for knowing what to with such a unique prize, and so they returned home - without gathering flowers nor blossoms. In the end, each of them gained an in- and a decreasing d6 and 1 Gold Talos ("We looked everywhere, but there was no gold to be found. He must have lost it somewhere else... And then the foliage...impossible to find anything").
(ed: I decided to let out all the debates about politics, tanks, military-and history-topics, day-to-day-chores, getting older, illnesses and injuries and surgeries and whatever topics enriched our little adventures, either sober or squiffy)