A Part of the Bard Again

Role 12: Chapter two - 02

This update took FOREVER to practise. I hope it'due south worth it.

It took longer and then the others for a couple of reasons. Not but is in that location 12 pages of double-spaced (or less) text, at that place were a whopping FOURTEEN videos to process and upload (TWICE).

Chapter ii - 02

Haggle with Chubnik

Threaten Chubnik

Pay Chubnik in Full

The Bard sucked air across his teeth. "15, eh? I don't know, that sounds a little high. Since you seem to love the river so much, perhaps you'd care for a little swim?"
Chubnik: I see. It'southward obviously your first visit to Neversdale and as a first fourth dimension visitor I may be able to give you lot a small discount. Now don't tell your friends. This is a special deal only for you. ten silver.
: That sounds more reasonable. I'm tired of listening to my ain wet boots stomp through the forest anyhow.
Chubnik: Ready to lath?
: Yep aye, helm.

The Bard boarded the ferry.

Chubnik: Now go along your arms and legs inside the vessel at all time. You aren't meaning are you? No, of course you're not. ... The raging chubnik rover and the surrounding Chubnik valley contain over 1000 types of flora and fauna. Permit me point out a few.

The Ferry reached the far side.

Chubnik: Be careful as you disembark and thanks for choosing Chubnik's magical waterway transportation service... We know that y'all have a choice in your waterway transportation services and we value your patronage.

In a clearing a few meters from the river's edge, the bard witnessed an odd scene. A young bow was facing down a Kunal Trow archer.
Ogan: Prepare to die! I am Ogan! The chosen one! Nada will stop me from my quest to save the princess and bulldoze the evil from this country. Have at y'all!

The Death of Ogan Caddell - Snarky

The Death of Ogan Caddell -Nice

The Trow casually nocked an arrow and fired information technology straight through the unfortunate boy'due south skull.

As the Bard stepped forward, the Trow noticed him.
Trow: And what have we hither!? Some other Chosen Ane, off to salvage the princess?

The Kunal Trow was standing casually, but the Bard was not at ease. He could sense many unfriendly eyes watching him. The Heroine gripped the Bard's arm and inclined her head towards the bushes. The Bard nodded in acknowledgement. He besides could hear the audio of several Trow trying to move quietly into an deadfall. There would be no talking his mode out of this one...

: Brave talk for someone who picks on crazed one-half-wits with more than bravery so common sense. I assure you that y'all will soon join him.

So a vi Trow leapt from the underbrush, and the boxing was on. The first few fell easily, but so the Bard felt a strange tingling, and later on that, every hit he landed barely seemed to scratch the Trow, while he was unable to cake their own hits adequately. Stumbling back under the onslaught, the Bard glimpsed a pair of Trow state of war-mages at the border of the clearing. Information technology was a Curse of Bad Luck that they were inflicting on the Bard.

Steeling himself, the Bard pressed the assail.

: With a great deal of skill, or possibly a tremendous corporeality of luck, the Bard disposed of the murderous Trow. With a bit more luck, he may even come up out the other end of the forest without an pointer coming out the other end of his head.
: Ever the optimist.

Our noble hero then turned to the thing of Ogan - specifically, relieving him of his worldly possessions earlier the trunk had a chance to cool.

: Daft young fool. What was he on about? Some sort of princess he was going to rescue? Ha. Called i? Heh, he must have been out of his mind.
: The Bard of course was overcome with sympathy for the poor deceased beau.

Reward: 15 silver
Experience: 250

: By the way, your mum says hullo.

Equally the Bard stood up he saw the same three Peerie Trow from the Kirkwall farm run up. The Bard wanted to shout, only to his horror (and my blessed relief), he found he was unable to speak.

It's Bad Luck to be You - Ogan

Oh, it's bad luck to exist you.
A chosen i of many isn't new
When you think you're full of luck
in the bullock's you'll get struck
Oh, it'due south bad luck to exist you.

Now, Ogan came young from the subcontract.
And tried to save the princess from all damage.
Equipped with but a stick
And a head made out of brick.
His rabbit'due south foot failed equally a charm.

Oh, it's bad luck to be you.
The prophecy is never coming true
In a pickle you'll be stuck
Like a chicken you'll cluck
Oh, information technology'due south bad luck to be you.

Believing that he was the i
His Ego weighed in at a ton.
His Mum'due south a crazy bat.
Did we mention that she was fat.
And she'll need a pino box for her son.

Oh, it'due south bad luck to exist you.
Don't think for merely a 2d information technology's not true

When your life has run amuck
Yous'll run into that you're the schmuck.
Oh, it's bad luck to be
Really bad luck to be
Nobody could disagree.
It's a freaking guarantee.
Oh, it's bad luck to be you lot.
Diddly doo.

As they ran off, the Bard got his voice back (unfortunately), and shouted after them, "Hey you!! Why are y'all following me?!" Only they had already vanished.

A short altitude afterward, the Bard found what he was sure was Ketill Swart's hideout, mainly because Ketill Swart was standing outside it.

Ketill Swart: Come and get me, you meanderin' moron!
: Ketill! Quit cowering up there like the frightened rodent that you are! Come out and fight!
Ketill Swart: Ah, your female parent's a Firlbog and your old human'due south a Trow!
: You lot don't want to make me come upwardly there!
Ketill Swart: Save yer singin' for the sheep, you croonin' coward!
: And then, just to be clear, there's no bespeak in askin' you to come quietly?

With that, Ketill Swart snorted and went back within. The Bard went after him.

Ketill boss fight

WHAT IF... Ketill Swart is dead? (Ketill'south Hideout)

: For an unarmed man, Ketill Sward proved to exist surprisingly tough to accept downwards. Perchance the Bard was using the incorrect finish of the sword.
: I'll tell you what: I'll go up there and read the story, and you tin can come down here and get your arse handed to you lot, how 'bout that?

Eventually though, Ketill could take no more than.

Ketill Swart: No more! No more! Don't kill me! I was only kiddin' near your sis. I'll come up with you.
: Put your hands behind your back.
Ketill Swart: Now what!? Y'all won't be tryin' any of them... preversions, volition you.
: I'm making sure you can't run away again, or if yous'd prefer, I could merely cut y'all off at the knees.
Ketill Swart: Just you're the one who let me go. And now y'all're takin' me back? Are you bored out of your skull, or just incorrect in the head?

The Bard gave Ketill a whack in the back of the caput.

Ketill Swart: Ow! Terminate hitting me!
: Would you lot prefer I first stabbing you? Now shut your mouth and come up with me.
: With Ketill in tow, the Bard moved on hoping to avoid the Trow and bring his prisoner back to Houton.
Just beginning, since Ketill Swart would accept no use for them in jail, the Bard decided to salve him of his ill-gotten possessions, as is the unspoken custom among thieves. Among the pieces of Silver, the Bard constitute three things of notation:

The starting time was a small wooden Bucker shield. "Hmmm..." the Bard said, "Probably a good idea for me to keep agree of this."

The second was a minor token, the Eagle Charm. As the Bard he studied the intricate patterns decorating its surface, he gained a subtle agreement of how patters could apply to music besides.

The third was what appeared to exist a magical tune. "Crone" was scribbled at the top of the sheet in rough letters.

Every bit the Bard and Ketill emerged into the daylight once once again, he heard the sudden sounding of an odd horn in the distance. Both the Bard's Heroine companion, and Ketill Swart recognized it immediately.

Ketill Swart: What are you doing? The Kunal Trow are looking everywhere. They'll kill y'all as soon as expect at you. Untie me, and nosotros might make a match, the pair of united states.

The Bard hissed to Ketill, "That's not gonna happen, and if you don't want the Trow to find united states, then you may want to End SHOUTIN'!"

Hoping his new bond-servant could be of apply, the Bard unsummoned the Thunder Spider, and played the Crone's tune instead.

"And what can you do?" the Bard asked.

"Why don't I just show ya instead?" the Crone replied, "You look a piddling injured, dearie. Allow me run into what I can practise about that."

The Crone raised her hands and cast a spell. A swirling blue light shimmered around the Bard and his wounds immediately felt much better.

"Cheers, old woman," the Bard said, "I think this could be the starting time of a young man-... er... the start of a... expert... clan. I even so feel a bit hurt though."

"Don't be impatient laddie, I tin only heal a portion of yer wellness at one time, and it takes a bit o' time to get my free energy up enough to do it again. So ye'd best not runnin' be into the middle of an army as if yer' wearin' dragonhide armor," the Crone snipped.

"Believe you an' me, if I come across any armies, I'll most surely be runnin' the other way," the Bard said.

The Crone is an invaluable fellow member of the Bard'southward group. It'due south best to keep her around at all times, and resummon her immediately if she dies. She heals the party in the following order: The Bard, The Bard's Summons, Herself, your dog. If the Bard is at 99% health and your Heroine is at x%, she'll heal you earlier the Heroine. I think she heals fighting summons in a higher place support summons too, although I'thou non sure.

The Bard and company headed back to the dock where he arrived in Neversdale, but when he arrived, he saw just a crudely made sign reading "Back in fyve minnutes."

Beyond the river, Chubnik'south gunkhole was docked, merely there was no sign of the captain himself. The Bard was wondering whether or not to risk shouting for Chubnik, when the Kunal Trow fabricated the decision for him. The Bard spotted a sizeable grouping of them emerge from the bushes on the far side of the river at the dock.

The Bard and Ketill beat a hasty retreat before they were spotted.

"We could fight," suggested the Heroine, "If they take the gunkhole across, we could pick em' off while they're crowded in the boat."

"Did you see how many there were?" the Bard exclaimed, "An' it looks like half of them take bows, also. Even with the Crone hither helpin' I dubiousness even you could take out more'n half of them."

The Bard turned to his prisoner, "This is your hideout, Ketill, where'southward the back fashion out of here - and don't tell me you don't have one 'cause I know you lot do."

Ketill grumbled for a minute, but finally did speak upward, "Aye, there is a dorsum way, but we can't utilize it."

"And why not, exactly?" The Bard asked, idly fingering his sword.

"This section of Neversdale is on a kind of plateau, there'south nothing only loftier cliffs to the due east and west, to the north is a steep cliff down to a gorge. If you want we could try information technology -" Ketill started, but the Bard cut him off.

"No! I hateful - no, you're right , we can't go that way," the Bard said, utterly declining to disguise his fear of heights, "I'm not gonna untie yous, you can't climb with your hands bound, and I'm non carrying you downwards. So I'll ask you i more time: Is at that place whatever other way out his TRAP that y'all call a hideout?"

"Well, there'due south always the ferry," Ketill started.

"Howdy? Anyone home? Nosotros were only there," the Bard snapped impatiently.

"I know that you idiot," Ketill said, "you interrupted me. There's some other ferry farther upstream, information technology's not too far. We'll just have to promise the Trow don't know about it."

With little other choice, the Bard and Ketill headed dorsum, There were two paths out of the clearing where Ketill'southward hideout was nonetheless to be taken.

"So, uh, which ane goes to the 2nd ferry?" the Bard asked.

"Um... that one, I think," Ketill said hesitatingly.

As the Bard and Ketill approached the audio of the river, they burst into a clearing. They could clearly see a boat on the water'south border. But it was not the ferry. It was a gunkhole filled with an aroused mob of Kunal Trow, including some spear-wielding boar riders.

"Bugger," The Bard swore.

The fight was long and perilous, but thanks to he healing powers of the Crone, the Bard prevailed.

"At present, to get their gunkhole an-" the Bard trailed off. In all the confusion and fighting, none of the Trow had tied upwards their boat, and information technology had already drifted far town the river. As the Bard watched, the swift current smashed it to kindling on jagged rocks.

"Double Bugger," the Bard swore over again, and kicked a stump heavily. The lid of the simulated stump popped open. Inside was a pair of badger-hide gloves. The Bard sensed a magical aura around them, and when he put them on, he felt slightly stronger.

"Nice directions. This own't no dock, Ketill," the Bard grumbled.
"Hey listen, I was in that jail a long time, people forget stuff, you know," Ketill explained.
"I thought you were just in jail for a day," the Bard said suspiciously.
"Yep, well... my memory isn't what it used to be," Ketill said sheepishly.

Retracing their steps, the Bard and visitor headed down the other remaining path. Simply the Trow were waiting for them.

The Bard fought his way through, and certain enough, there was another ferry at a dock. It wasn't Chubnik manning the vessel, though. The Bard peered across the river, and seeing no Trow waiting on the far bank, he proceeded with caution to the Peerie Trow.

Piskey - Haggle with Chubnik

Piskey - Threaten Chubnik

Piskey - Pay Chubnik in Full

Piskey: Belcome to Piskey'south baggical matermay transpor... transpor... transport thingie... to the future! *groooannn*
: Alibi me?
Piskey: I don't smell annihilation... *hic* Wait! Yous're the Barf! Right, my brother told me virtually you. What did he say? Oh yes, he said the Barf... Hey Ketill, what are you doing here! Yous know Fnarf is looking for you. Fnarf rhymes with Barf! *giggles drunkenly* I tin make up a song nigh you lot two.

A Trow horn sounded again, this time it sounded like it came from somewhere backside them.

: Listen, I uh, don't accept time for your ramblings. Perhaps you could take me beyond the river.
Piskey: Taking the Bard across the river! That was it! Now what was the special Barf bargain?

Distant shouting could at present be heard budgeted.

: Seeing as I'm in a bit of a bustle and you lot're not in much status to sail. Why don't I only accept that ferry across on my own?
Piskey: Oh can't do that. As well danger dangerous the Piskey river is, for the novice. How much did my brother pay or charge you?
: 10 Silver, I recall.
Piskey: Give him a bit of a ribbing, did you?
: Mayhap.
Piskey: Oh, proficient. He'southward too upright anyway. I'll have you over for the same price. Ready to shoot on across the Piskey river?

[it]With unusual speed, the Bard handed over the coins.[/I]

Piskey: Keep your arms in your legs. Let's get this road on the ship.

Piskey: You lot know as the captain of this send I tin can legally marry you lot ii, if you lot want.

Piskey: Now exist fareful every bit you lot go out because the dock is made out of hickory wood and information technology can get slick if its wet. Which makes it a very slippery hickory dock.

Piskey so sailed the ferry back across the river.

The Bard and Ketill headed quietly towards the edge of the woods. The Heroine frowned, "I don't like it, information technology's besides quiet."

She was right of course, for the party ran right into a large group of Kunal Trow waiting for them. Their leader was easily identifiable with a headpiece and armor made of spiky tangles of roots.

Boss: Fnarf (Ketill unbound)

Ketill's Fit to be tied

WHAT IF... Ketill Swart is dead? (Fnarf)

Fnarf: Well at present. What have we hither? I don't know you. But Ketill my clandestine companion, when was the final fourth dimension nosotros saw each other?
Ketill: Well now, let's encounter. I was on my way to Houton and...
Fnarf: Oh wait... I remember... yes... information technology was... when y'all pilfered my prized possession, my exquisite Eagle Amuse.
Ketill: Twasn't me, Fnarf! It was this beggar right hither who stole it! I was bringin' him dorsum to yous when he knocked me over the head, took information technology from me person and tied me up.
: Agree on a minute! I never saw this matter before in my life: I found it in Ketill's house when I came to take him back to Houton.
Fnarf: Ahhh... The perplexing problem is, if I were to let yous get, my feral friends here would consider me a coward. Yous see they might even get into their noggins the notion that they could takeover this bloodthirsty band. And then we're going to bash your brains and purloin your property. Nothin' personal, you empathise.

: If there'south ane thing I detest, information technology's Kunal Trow with delusions of grandeur.
Ketill: Quick, cut me loose, so I can fight!

: Like hell! You'll bugger off as soon as I do!
Ketill: Are you lot daft, human being!? Let me loose or they'll kill u.s.a. both!

: All correct Ketill. I'thou trusting you!

Together, with support from the Heroine and Crone, the Bard and Ketill Sward fought side by side, and decimated the Kunal Trow, until only Fnarf himself was left.

"Give my regards to the Sheriff, you simpleton! Ha, ha, ha!" Ketill taunted every bit he ran off into the woods.
: Ketill of course took the opportunity to run away.
: Thank you, I can meet that.

Fnarf, seeing that he was all lonely, decided that mayhap a chip of cowardice was called for after all.

Fnarf: I've got to go see a guy nigh a gelding. And so I'll endure you to survive for now! When we assemble again you won't find yourself as fortunate.

Fnarf ran off into the forest.

: Despite the Bard'due south warm and shining personality, people continued to run from him like the plague. Perhaps he would i 24-hour interval learn that in order to keep friends well-nigh, a man such as himself needed to go on them tied upward.

: If only I could find a sock big plenty to put in that mouth of yours.
: Though Fnarf had escaped, the Bard had the unmistakeable feeling that they would run across again.
: Of course, that'southward how these things always work. If they simply stayed around the beginning time and took their beating like a man for the outset time, they'd salve me a lot of trouble.
: If only the Bard would accept his own advice.

Experience: 350

As the Bard despairingly picked through the possessions of the slain Trow for anything of value, his canis familiaris had other things in listen. Later whining for a while, the Bard finally paid attention. "All right Bitey, what is it?" Bitey barked eagerly, and then headed off through the woods, nose to the ground. "Yer dog is trackin' something, Bard," commented the Heroine. "Aye, I get it," said the Bard.

The Bard followed, and sure enough... there was Ketill Swart, hiding in a side clearing. He hadn't dared to cantankerous the river with the Trow war-party on the far side.

Feel: 300

Re-capturing Ketill

"You can run, Ketill, merely y'all tin't hide," the Bard said triumphantly.
Ketill: You'd never have plant me if it weren't for that... mangy dog!
: Mangy? Well, there's the pot calling the kettle black, or Ketill calling the pot black. Or... forget it. Just showtime walking.
Ketill: Only y'all wait! My blood brother Shaw'll hear about this. And then you're going to get it! You'll see! He doesn't like people picking on his kid brother. No sir...
: Shut your gob... and stand downwind. You're making my dog sick.

The Bard triumphantly returned to Houton with Ketill Swart.

Ketill returned to Houton

Sheriff Rucky: So y'all swine! Happy to see me? Just you try runnin' once more and it's fodder for the finfolk yous'll be.
: Now, about my reward...
Sheriff Rucky: Reward? You're lucky I don't throw you in jail.
: And then no reward then?
Sheriff Rucky: Out with yous!

All Videos:

Haggle with Chubnik

Threaten Chubnik

Pay Chubnik in Full

The Decease of Ogan Caddell - Snarky

The Death of Ogan Caddell -Nice

Information technology'southward Bad Luck to exist You - Ogan

Ketill Dominate Fight

WHAT IF... Ketill Swart is dead? (Ketill's Hideout)

Piskey - Haggle with Chubnik

Piskey - Threaten Chubnik

Piskey - Pay Chubnik in Full

Boss: Fnarf (Ketill unbound)

Ketill'south Fit to be tied

WHAT IF... Ketill Swart is dead? (Fnarf)

Re-capturing Ketill

Ketill returned to Houton

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