Post by Janeiro on Apr 11, 2016 18:15:49 GMT
Open for up to two other players, but will reply every 24h myself if nobody joins.
Just like the resident NPCs of the towns on the first floor, the people living in Port Noir had a great variety of problems the players rushing into town were immediately confronted with if they bothered listening to the local populace. This time it had been a man sitting in front of a fisherman's hut on a simple wooden chair, his leg splinted with an improvised wooden construction. He was old, with thin grey hair falling down the sides of his head while the top was already almost bald and a full unkempt beard. Despite his age he seemed to be quite fit if it wasn't for his leg injury, the weatherbeaten skin stretching over the muscles he still had.
„Stupid giants,“ he had said. „They got good taste! I'm producing the best smoked fish in town after all. Too bad with their big noses they smell it from a mile away. Tried to squash me and take all my fish, but I'm a quick one you know? Well, usually, when my leg's not broken. Better my leg than my neck though, don't you think. And I still got my fish.“ The old man grinned, showing that his mouth lacked several teeth. „Can't carry it to Var now of course and that's a shame. I could sell it 'ere but what kind of friend would I be to disappoint my best bud down there sitting in Var, probably crying because he can't enjoy smoked fish and his best friend Gord's company! Would maybe you like to help out? I see you have a fine pair o'legs for jumping and walking, at least that way my buddy Drog can have his fish. You know who had the greatest legs I ever saw? My first wife! My, she was a beauty. Too bad they were bitten off by those timber wolves. Worse than giants I tell you. My second wife was thick as a whale but could sing like one, too!“
He continued rambling while Janeiro assumed he was just inventing stories to amuse himself. She wondered why the man did not let someone transport his fish by boat, but the cranky old Gord probably had his own weird reasons. Besides, this would be a good opportunity to get to know the environment a little better. Giants... she was curious how they would be like. Would they be able to talk? Were they smart, dumb, aggressive, peaceful?
With a big pannier full of fish on her back she said goodbye to Gord. Now it didn't surprise her anymore why the giants supposedly were able to smell the fish from far away – their odor was very strong. Janeiro would have to cope with that as she started her journey to the village of Var and set foot into the Highlands.
Just like the resident NPCs of the towns on the first floor, the people living in Port Noir had a great variety of problems the players rushing into town were immediately confronted with if they bothered listening to the local populace. This time it had been a man sitting in front of a fisherman's hut on a simple wooden chair, his leg splinted with an improvised wooden construction. He was old, with thin grey hair falling down the sides of his head while the top was already almost bald and a full unkempt beard. Despite his age he seemed to be quite fit if it wasn't for his leg injury, the weatherbeaten skin stretching over the muscles he still had.
„Stupid giants,“ he had said. „They got good taste! I'm producing the best smoked fish in town after all. Too bad with their big noses they smell it from a mile away. Tried to squash me and take all my fish, but I'm a quick one you know? Well, usually, when my leg's not broken. Better my leg than my neck though, don't you think. And I still got my fish.“ The old man grinned, showing that his mouth lacked several teeth. „Can't carry it to Var now of course and that's a shame. I could sell it 'ere but what kind of friend would I be to disappoint my best bud down there sitting in Var, probably crying because he can't enjoy smoked fish and his best friend Gord's company! Would maybe you like to help out? I see you have a fine pair o'legs for jumping and walking, at least that way my buddy Drog can have his fish. You know who had the greatest legs I ever saw? My first wife! My, she was a beauty. Too bad they were bitten off by those timber wolves. Worse than giants I tell you. My second wife was thick as a whale but could sing like one, too!“
He continued rambling while Janeiro assumed he was just inventing stories to amuse himself. She wondered why the man did not let someone transport his fish by boat, but the cranky old Gord probably had his own weird reasons. Besides, this would be a good opportunity to get to know the environment a little better. Giants... she was curious how they would be like. Would they be able to talk? Were they smart, dumb, aggressive, peaceful?
With a big pannier full of fish on her back she said goodbye to Gord. Now it didn't surprise her anymore why the giants supposedly were able to smell the fish from far away – their odor was very strong. Janeiro would have to cope with that as she started her journey to the village of Var and set foot into the Highlands.