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Mongoose
Just in case anyone not playing was interested...
I have just put up the first part of the Narrow Stream Clan campaign on the web. The whole log of the game so far is at: http://www.glorantha.org.uk/orlanthigamelog1.html
But so far my favourite section has been (because I found it fun) (sic):
Re: Clan Duty by Yelm (GM)
GM,
Fri, 09 May 2008 00:44:15 GMT
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After stopping for your midday meal you travel out of the open woodland and into heath. The wind occasionally gusts, but the sky does not look as stormy as it usually does at this time of year.
Soon the land turns to agricultural as you get closer to the Oddusson stead.
Once the stead is in sight you can see it is not up to the standard of the chieftain’s stead, nor of the steads the clan members of your party grew up in. The stockade around the stead hall and other buildings is not in great repair – the live wattle (OOC: where living trees are cut and woven to make a fence) of some of it is becoming too leafy and overgrown. The hall itself has seen better days, and some of the animal houses are little more than lean-to huts.
As you arrive – unchallenged – a herd of unwashed and barefoot children run out from the stockade and follow you in the last few metres…
“Hey look there’s Hervald the peddler,” calls one of the older children, then sings on, “He wants to sell what he brings, and wears ladies under things!” A tune which is soon taken up by a couple of other children!
Another of the older (they look about ten years old or so) kids points to Zandalin. “That must be the bark man my dad said he saw at the moot! Here mister tree,” he addresses Zandalin. “Did your mum put you in poo when you was a nipper so you’d grow big and strong?” (Zandalin will need a language roll to understand what is said.)
One of the smaller kids – she is maybe four – begins flapping her arms and waddling behind Keetfoot John, saying, “Quack quack! Quack quack!”
You can see a man, probably a carl try to hide a smile and go into the hall while all this goes on. A few seconds after, a thin old and dishevelled man comes out and starts towards your band.
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Re: Clan Duty by Vagryr Gothroldsson
Fri, 09 May 2008 02:18:53 GMT
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Vagryr looks around at the sorry state of the stead and moves over next to Hervald, quietly asking him "Is this stead always so poorly cared for, or is there something wrong of late?"
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Re: Clan Duty by Hervald Orldagsson
Fri, 09 May 2008 15:59:08 GMT
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Hervald sings out in a friendly fashion to the urchins, “They maybe ladies under things but at least there are not the only things I own!”
He wishes he had bought with him some cheap jewellery and horse tack to sell.
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Re: Clan Duty by Keetfoot John
Wandering Durulz, Narrow Stream Clan Friend
Fri, 09 May 2008 16:07:01 GMT
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John stops abruptly and turns hi head back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as though straining to hear something. He then leans down and places his head between his legs to look behind himself and says "Quackety, quack, quack to you too little lass, I didn't know you could speak durulz!" and then laughs, a sound more like quacking than either the girl or he had so far made.
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Re: Clan Duty by Yelm (GM)
GM,
Mon, 12 May 2008 00:28:37 GMT
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On hearing Hervald’s words the children who had been chanting hoot with laughter, “He admits it, he wears ladies under things!” one yells, and they all laugh.
The little girl is fascinated by Keetfoot John’s laughter, and sits down and tries to per Sniff. “What’s ’is name Quackquack?” she asks.
The wizened old coot from the hall finally reaches your band…
“Oi!” he shouts at the kids. “Is that how you greet honoured guests? What if young Haakon there pulled out an axe and cut you? It would be no more than you deserve, and you’d be dead, and then your mums would be right mad at you!” He looks quite flustered, and the kids look chastened, but also look as if they’ve heard this a thousand times before.
“If’n you ask stupid questions of that honoured al-dree-am-ay there he might plant you in the ground. Unlike his folk though, you won’t grow up out of it, ’cos you’ll be dead. What would you do then, huh? And if you taunt the peddler, you gets low standard goods. Is that what you want? You grow up and your wife boxes your ears because you can only get goods half as good as the neighbours? Go on, scram, fore I gives you what for!”
As all the kids except the little girl playing with Sniff scatter away, the old man turns to you. “Sorry about that friends, they’re just high spirited is all,” he grins. “I’m Odda Oddasson, grandpappy of this here stead. Come on inside, I’ve got some refreshment for you… And some words.”
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Re: Clan Duty by Vagryr Gothroldsson
Mon, 12 May 2008 01:25:40 GMT
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"I am Vagryr Gothroldsson, and we welcome your hospitality. Let us go inside and have the refreshment and words of which you speak." Vagryr hopes, though doubts, the inside of the Hall is in better shape than the outside. If this stead's condition is the result of laziness he does not understand how good followers of Orlanth could let it get this bad. Perhaps they haven fallen prey to the lies of Dragonspeakers he thinks to himself, and starts to keep an eye out for any evidence of serpentine influence.
I have just put up the first part of the Narrow Stream Clan campaign on the web. The whole log of the game so far is at: http://www.glorantha.org.uk/orlanthigamelog1.html
But so far my favourite section has been (because I found it fun) (sic):
Re: Clan Duty by Yelm (GM)
GM,
Fri, 09 May 2008 00:44:15 GMT
-----------------------------------------------------------
After stopping for your midday meal you travel out of the open woodland and into heath. The wind occasionally gusts, but the sky does not look as stormy as it usually does at this time of year.
Soon the land turns to agricultural as you get closer to the Oddusson stead.
Once the stead is in sight you can see it is not up to the standard of the chieftain’s stead, nor of the steads the clan members of your party grew up in. The stockade around the stead hall and other buildings is not in great repair – the live wattle (OOC: where living trees are cut and woven to make a fence) of some of it is becoming too leafy and overgrown. The hall itself has seen better days, and some of the animal houses are little more than lean-to huts.
As you arrive – unchallenged – a herd of unwashed and barefoot children run out from the stockade and follow you in the last few metres…
“Hey look there’s Hervald the peddler,” calls one of the older children, then sings on, “He wants to sell what he brings, and wears ladies under things!” A tune which is soon taken up by a couple of other children!
Another of the older (they look about ten years old or so) kids points to Zandalin. “That must be the bark man my dad said he saw at the moot! Here mister tree,” he addresses Zandalin. “Did your mum put you in poo when you was a nipper so you’d grow big and strong?” (Zandalin will need a language roll to understand what is said.)
One of the smaller kids – she is maybe four – begins flapping her arms and waddling behind Keetfoot John, saying, “Quack quack! Quack quack!”
You can see a man, probably a carl try to hide a smile and go into the hall while all this goes on. A few seconds after, a thin old and dishevelled man comes out and starts towards your band.
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Re: Clan Duty by Vagryr Gothroldsson
Fri, 09 May 2008 02:18:53 GMT
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Vagryr looks around at the sorry state of the stead and moves over next to Hervald, quietly asking him "Is this stead always so poorly cared for, or is there something wrong of late?"
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Re: Clan Duty by Hervald Orldagsson
Fri, 09 May 2008 15:59:08 GMT
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Hervald sings out in a friendly fashion to the urchins, “They maybe ladies under things but at least there are not the only things I own!”
He wishes he had bought with him some cheap jewellery and horse tack to sell.
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Re: Clan Duty by Keetfoot John
Wandering Durulz, Narrow Stream Clan Friend
Fri, 09 May 2008 16:07:01 GMT
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John stops abruptly and turns hi head back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as though straining to hear something. He then leans down and places his head between his legs to look behind himself and says "Quackety, quack, quack to you too little lass, I didn't know you could speak durulz!" and then laughs, a sound more like quacking than either the girl or he had so far made.
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Re: Clan Duty by Yelm (GM)
GM,
Mon, 12 May 2008 00:28:37 GMT
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On hearing Hervald’s words the children who had been chanting hoot with laughter, “He admits it, he wears ladies under things!” one yells, and they all laugh.
The little girl is fascinated by Keetfoot John’s laughter, and sits down and tries to per Sniff. “What’s ’is name Quackquack?” she asks.
The wizened old coot from the hall finally reaches your band…
“Oi!” he shouts at the kids. “Is that how you greet honoured guests? What if young Haakon there pulled out an axe and cut you? It would be no more than you deserve, and you’d be dead, and then your mums would be right mad at you!” He looks quite flustered, and the kids look chastened, but also look as if they’ve heard this a thousand times before.
“If’n you ask stupid questions of that honoured al-dree-am-ay there he might plant you in the ground. Unlike his folk though, you won’t grow up out of it, ’cos you’ll be dead. What would you do then, huh? And if you taunt the peddler, you gets low standard goods. Is that what you want? You grow up and your wife boxes your ears because you can only get goods half as good as the neighbours? Go on, scram, fore I gives you what for!”
As all the kids except the little girl playing with Sniff scatter away, the old man turns to you. “Sorry about that friends, they’re just high spirited is all,” he grins. “I’m Odda Oddasson, grandpappy of this here stead. Come on inside, I’ve got some refreshment for you… And some words.”
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Re: Clan Duty by Vagryr Gothroldsson
Mon, 12 May 2008 01:25:40 GMT
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"I am Vagryr Gothroldsson, and we welcome your hospitality. Let us go inside and have the refreshment and words of which you speak." Vagryr hopes, though doubts, the inside of the Hall is in better shape than the outside. If this stead's condition is the result of laziness he does not understand how good followers of Orlanth could let it get this bad. Perhaps they haven fallen prey to the lies of Dragonspeakers he thinks to himself, and starts to keep an eye out for any evidence of serpentine influence.
