Peasants Requests
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Ssast
Re: Peasants Requests
Ssast nods once again to the elder peasant in acknowledgement, and as the crowd disperse, she slithers back into the town hall to arrange for the requested items, and a few other miscellaneous goods to be moved to the place where they should be sacrificed. Just in case someone other than the mages would attempt to remove items, Ssast decided that the rest of the town's goods and most of its funds be placed into a grant.
Re: Peasants Requests
"The peasant mobs seem very uneasy. They have been listening to the words spoken to them from their leaders. The heat blisters on and something will definitely happen tomorrow"
Dwayberry came to Bravia for the first time in years. She had lived in the city for almost a year, after fleeing her old hometown, and before her "accident"...
However, this time she didn't come to reminisce old times. She came to duel Tolin, and perhaps to have a bit of fun, get some strawberries, and head back home. It was a long trip for something so minor, but after spending a while in council it was good to travel again. And she could prove she could travel, any time and any where she wanted.
Even though Dwayberry didn't come for old times sake, she couldn't help but notice how much things changed in four years. Such as that bunch of grumbling peasants. They hadn't been there before. The only bunch grumbling when she lived here, had been a bunch of politicians.
Dwayberry carefully listened, without seeming too obvious. A lot of complaints about unusual heat, it seemed. Apparently the town wells smelled bad. Apparently the small streams that bordered the strawberry fields had sprouted a wild population of algea. Apparently the birds in the area looked thirsty enough to attack those strawberries. Well, that was something that made Dwayberry feel uncomfortable...
Dwayberry overheard that the mayor, Ssast, had already helped to relieve some of the discomfort, but it wasn't enough. The heat was still present. Little peasant children still went to bed crying of thirst every night, and if that wasn't bad enough already, the thirsty city rats crept up to those children and licked the tears from their faces.
Dwayberry smirked slowly. She had been in the mood for a bit of inappropriate action, for way too long already. She had held back when she was still a member of the Fenian council, mostly because she was worried Zuan might decide to punish her by making her finance minister for the rest of her life.
But those days were over.
And now she saw the perfect opportunity, the last shreds of feeling guilty, that tiny voice trying to tell her she should act more like a responsible mother now she had a child, also faded away.
"You're damn right!" she joined the mob of dissatisfied peasants. "Here we are, thirsty with the sweat staining our clothes, while the mayor and her council are probably bathing in the booze that should fill our mugs!" She emphasized the last words with air punches, before lowering her voice to a conspiring whisper.
"Tonight, after sunset, my hard-working friends. We shall gather at the town hall... No not right now, it's too hot. We'll wait till after sunset..."
She realised some guards or tattle tales might have overheard the first part of her little speech. It didn't matter. She wasn't in this to win anything. It was highly unlikely to win anyway, with this mob of unarmed, untrained, inspirationless dimwits. No, Dwayberry was only in this for the action. And action she would get, one way or another.
((OOC: I hope this is ok, I know I'm not the mayor nor do I live in Bravia but I'm visiting. If it's not ok, just let me know and I'll make it a separate thread))
Dwayberry came to Bravia for the first time in years. She had lived in the city for almost a year, after fleeing her old hometown, and before her "accident"...
However, this time she didn't come to reminisce old times. She came to duel Tolin, and perhaps to have a bit of fun, get some strawberries, and head back home. It was a long trip for something so minor, but after spending a while in council it was good to travel again. And she could prove she could travel, any time and any where she wanted.
Even though Dwayberry didn't come for old times sake, she couldn't help but notice how much things changed in four years. Such as that bunch of grumbling peasants. They hadn't been there before. The only bunch grumbling when she lived here, had been a bunch of politicians.
Dwayberry carefully listened, without seeming too obvious. A lot of complaints about unusual heat, it seemed. Apparently the town wells smelled bad. Apparently the small streams that bordered the strawberry fields had sprouted a wild population of algea. Apparently the birds in the area looked thirsty enough to attack those strawberries. Well, that was something that made Dwayberry feel uncomfortable...
Dwayberry overheard that the mayor, Ssast, had already helped to relieve some of the discomfort, but it wasn't enough. The heat was still present. Little peasant children still went to bed crying of thirst every night, and if that wasn't bad enough already, the thirsty city rats crept up to those children and licked the tears from their faces.
Dwayberry smirked slowly. She had been in the mood for a bit of inappropriate action, for way too long already. She had held back when she was still a member of the Fenian council, mostly because she was worried Zuan might decide to punish her by making her finance minister for the rest of her life.
But those days were over.
And now she saw the perfect opportunity, the last shreds of feeling guilty, that tiny voice trying to tell her she should act more like a responsible mother now she had a child, also faded away.
"You're damn right!" she joined the mob of dissatisfied peasants. "Here we are, thirsty with the sweat staining our clothes, while the mayor and her council are probably bathing in the booze that should fill our mugs!" She emphasized the last words with air punches, before lowering her voice to a conspiring whisper.
"Tonight, after sunset, my hard-working friends. We shall gather at the town hall... No not right now, it's too hot. We'll wait till after sunset..."
She realised some guards or tattle tales might have overheard the first part of her little speech. It didn't matter. She wasn't in this to win anything. It was highly unlikely to win anyway, with this mob of unarmed, untrained, inspirationless dimwits. No, Dwayberry was only in this for the action. And action she would get, one way or another.
((OOC: I hope this is ok, I know I'm not the mayor nor do I live in Bravia but I'm visiting. If it's not ok, just let me know and I'll make it a separate thread))
"It's alright, you wouldn't be the same if you were nice."
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Ssast
Re: Peasants Requests
A mob of unarmed, untrained, inspirationless dimwits they were, as Ssast found a crowd fleeing the town hall on the following day. Some were leaking water from their eyes and sobbing from the heat. At this point, even Ssast was growing uncomfortable and cranky like the rest. She hissed and flared her hair out like a cobra's hood at one man who stumbled into her path, and he quickly scrambled out of her way. The scent of urine was easily detectable, and she felt some twisted amusement at that as she slithered into the shadows of the town hall to wait out the worst of the day's heat.
Re: Peasants Requests
Some of the peasants hopped away with wheat chaffs cracked in two. They didn't know they were ill fitted to do anything being unorganized and untrained for this. If only they had better numbers...
Some of the peasants happily took the items for sacrifices. Doing the rituals, a soft gentle sound of wind seemed to appear across the town. A cloud seemed to form over town hall and drops of rain seem to cool off the town a bit. The peasants sing praises to the mayor and to the deities involved. A small group of butterlies land on ground.
Some of the peasants happily took the items for sacrifices. Doing the rituals, a soft gentle sound of wind seemed to appear across the town. A cloud seemed to form over town hall and drops of rain seem to cool off the town a bit. The peasants sing praises to the mayor and to the deities involved. A small group of butterlies land on ground.
This world is but just a canvas for our imagination - Henry David Thoreau
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Tarance
Re: Peasants Requests
The happy peasants seem to have a big impact on the battle against the Golems
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
Tarance zoomed around, this was better than picking pockets! He caused mayhem in every direction he could manage and grabbed what prizes he could in the process. He decided the ugly golem piece was still prize enough to wear, so he slung one around his neck and cackled as he built up speed, headbutting a golem in the shins and collecting a second piece as the golem bounced around clutching the injury. A peasant finished off the foolish golem and Tarance went off home to rest and start again tomorrow, dragging 4 pounds of stone behind him and singing horribly off key.
"Oh what er beutirful mARNIN, oh wut AH wunnerfullll DAAAAAAY."
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
Tarance zoomed around, this was better than picking pockets! He caused mayhem in every direction he could manage and grabbed what prizes he could in the process. He decided the ugly golem piece was still prize enough to wear, so he slung one around his neck and cackled as he built up speed, headbutting a golem in the shins and collecting a second piece as the golem bounced around clutching the injury. A peasant finished off the foolish golem and Tarance went off home to rest and start again tomorrow, dragging 4 pounds of stone behind him and singing horribly off key.
"Oh what er beutirful mARNIN, oh wut AH wunnerfullll DAAAAAAY."
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Tarance
Re: Peasants Requests
The peasants rejoice watching the golems fall and the threat eliminated.
Golems are barely still around...
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 1 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 3 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIYIYIYIYIYI!!!!!"
Tarance divebombs the golem, crashing into it with some sort of force, enough to knock loose a fresh piece for himself. Picking up some stones he spins and pelts them into the melee, cracking them into shins of golems or peasants, he doesn't really care which. The peasants didn't seem to notice who was throwing the stone either, because they were cheering as they chased down the last few golems.
Tarance picked up a couple more golem pieces and dragged fresh stones away for furniture, seeing as how he'd sold the last set to the priests.
Tarance goes back to singing his song as he heads off the battlefield, "Evertin GOOOOOINN My waaaayyeeeeeeeee!"
Golems are barely still around...
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 1 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 3 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIYIYIYIYIYI!!!!!"
Tarance divebombs the golem, crashing into it with some sort of force, enough to knock loose a fresh piece for himself. Picking up some stones he spins and pelts them into the melee, cracking them into shins of golems or peasants, he doesn't really care which. The peasants didn't seem to notice who was throwing the stone either, because they were cheering as they chased down the last few golems.
Tarance picked up a couple more golem pieces and dragged fresh stones away for furniture, seeing as how he'd sold the last set to the priests.
Tarance goes back to singing his song as he heads off the battlefield, "Evertin GOOOOOINN My waaaayyeeeeeeeee!"
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Ssast
Re: Peasants Requests
Whilst fighting the golems herself, Ssast began to notice a little blue blur zooming about the battlefield crashing into the things, screeching a silly song. She couldn't help but siss in amusement as she coiled around one of the golems, tightening until it crumpled beneath her strength. A second and third golem fell in this manner, but the fourth and fifth were a bit more clever, working together to give her no time to constrict either one. When she tried, the other would attack her and force her to evade.
And so she changed tactics, striking and dodging, parrying and lunging. But she felt herself growing tired and began searching for other options. There! One of the useless peasants that had called her male. Well now he would serve a higher calling. When his eyes met hers, she summoned the Power of Medusa's Glare, turning him to stone. "Your sssacrifice for the town will be noted," the snake-woman grunted as she hefted the statue. The golems approached, and she took a swing! CRACK! The lead golem crashed into its parther, and they both tumbled to the ground, flailing like flipped turtles. Ssast swung the statue again and again until both golem and statue lay shattered before her.
The town was now clear, but the castle had yet to be completely safe. The peasants seemed disinterested in helping over there, yet they had defended the town well for the small price of eggs and milk. For this reason, she determined that the safest place to catch her breath was here in town. For the time being, she curiously watched one woman cooking with the milk and eggs in the process of making souffle.
And so she changed tactics, striking and dodging, parrying and lunging. But she felt herself growing tired and began searching for other options. There! One of the useless peasants that had called her male. Well now he would serve a higher calling. When his eyes met hers, she summoned the Power of Medusa's Glare, turning him to stone. "Your sssacrifice for the town will be noted," the snake-woman grunted as she hefted the statue. The golems approached, and she took a swing! CRACK! The lead golem crashed into its parther, and they both tumbled to the ground, flailing like flipped turtles. Ssast swung the statue again and again until both golem and statue lay shattered before her.
The town was now clear, but the castle had yet to be completely safe. The peasants seemed disinterested in helping over there, yet they had defended the town well for the small price of eggs and milk. For this reason, she determined that the safest place to catch her breath was here in town. For the time being, she curiously watched one woman cooking with the milk and eggs in the process of making souffle.
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Tarance
Re: Peasants Requests
You seem a bit more blue today (-1 Mood)
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 3 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
Tarance buzzed around, throwing eggs, dirt, or whatever he could manage onto the golems' heads from above. It was a pity there were so few left, he didn't want to cause mayhem on the peasants - this time - and so he had to aim carefully in order to miss them and hit the golems. Next times, we helps da golemy goops.
Today he watched to see if he could collect more pieces as he'd put his collection at market. Gonna decorrates, he thought to himself as he gathered the pieces. He dragged a few more stones away, singing off key loudly, "I's likes Bwead an budder, I likes toast n JAAAAMMMM, That's what Tarance eatses, after golem beats."
You battle the golems attacking the castle. The peasants seem disinterested in helping. You picked up 2 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
You battle the golems attacking the town hall with the peasants by your side. The butterflies are seen to be attacking the golems as well. You picked up 3 pounds of Stone and 1 Golem Piece
Tarance buzzed around, throwing eggs, dirt, or whatever he could manage onto the golems' heads from above. It was a pity there were so few left, he didn't want to cause mayhem on the peasants - this time - and so he had to aim carefully in order to miss them and hit the golems. Next times, we helps da golemy goops.
Today he watched to see if he could collect more pieces as he'd put his collection at market. Gonna decorrates, he thought to himself as he gathered the pieces. He dragged a few more stones away, singing off key loudly, "I's likes Bwead an budder, I likes toast n JAAAAMMMM, That's what Tarance eatses, after golem beats."