As the room comes into focus fading from black into light provided by oil lanterns and candlelight, the setting is a Tavern on the edge of the Southern Territories. It was the last day of Barnumavall's & Balieysnatch's Circus, in fact, the show was over and some of the performers were enjoying an ale or twenty sharing stories and laughter. It was the final performance for Sinclair, who had joined the circus through chance and good fortune (and perhaps a little misfortune as well).
Shelia "It's too bad you won't be joining us as we head back to the Eastern Territories. You're from there right?" She throws him a wink
Sin "Yeah, but I kind of put that past behind me. I'm not ready to return, however, the "flexibility" you taught me how to utilize I will be forever in your debt."
Shelia "Well, we can settle that debt tonight. You can ply your flexibility in satisfying my every whim" The invitation was bold and caused an uproar from the other members of the Circus followed by laughter
Sin "I will not disappoint, milady, for I am a gentleman and now in possession of your trade secrets of additional maneuvers."
Sinclair had fallen in with the group and picked up an additional ability. His natural grace and skills made him a valuable addition to the circus, however, it was long since time for him to leave. There were other adventures and experiences that awaited him. Specifically, in the southern territories. There he would meet with some gentleman or another and deliver the last parcel that he had dutifully carried for the Spice Merchant all these months. It might have been a bit late, and rumors of his death were abundant, however he was all about honoring his word once it was given.
Bartlet "Tell us how you came into our wandering band. You never did tell the story of how and why you stumbled into our camp battered and bleeding from a dozen wounds." After issuing the request a silence fell over the tavern
Sinclair considered what Bartlet said and was asking, then after a long dramatic pause, inhalation of air and letting it out he began.
"Ogres, Ogres, Here and There, Ogres, Ogres Everywhere"
I was traveling with a Spice Merchantess, we were lovers. We were departing from an area just on the borders of the Old Kingdom and heading toward the western territories. We were travelling in a caravan of traders and being escorted by a band of Men at Arms. Honestly, just so all of you are aware... (he pauses and considers his words as the burden of what occurred weighs upon him) This is my least enjoyable story to recount. I would much rather tell you about the time I saved the ship mates from the cannibalistic aborigines.
Bartlet "No, Sinclair, just tell us the damned story. We nursed you back to health and taught you a piece of our trade. Granted you taught us some things too..." As a man passes behind him he lifts his purse deftly and presents it to his friends "Sin, the drinks are on me!" Everyone explodes into laughter and so the drinks began pouring in.
Alright, so, we were traveling through some rocky terrain and came under attack by a large band of Ogres. Mind you, what follows is not necessarily an account of heroism, but more of an account of desperate people trying to stay alive. We ringed the wagons as the war party of Ogres approached and held fast for six days. They unrelentingly probed our defenses and bled us for SIX DAYS. What kept them coming, well I will get to in a moment. However, we had lost about 50% of the caravan and its wares on the sixth day. We were all tired, battered and growing hungry as most of our stores were either depleted or had been burned when three of the wagons were set ablaze. Water was running low and anyone who attempted to break from the caravan was picked off mercilessly.
There was a merchant, Biggrin or something, I think was his name. He had some kind of cursed bracer and it was responsible for luring the ogres into the camp becuase on the sixth day he transformed into one of them and slaughtered almost everyone else in the caravan. We had no idea he was even responsible until I killed him and he transformed back to his original form with the bracer glowing all the while. So, I cast the bracer out over the remnants of the wagons and the Ogres claimed their prize and let us be.
I'm a Thief, by trade, that much most of you already know or have figured out. I was separated from my mate during the fighting as I was guarding the western flank and she the Eastern. She was among the first to die at the hands of Biggrin, he transformed and ripped her apart. A few Ogre Stragglers checked on the wagons as I buried her, I killed them, more so I butchered them mercilessly with all the sheer hatred and spite that I could muster exploded into the fire that powered my blows. I left with what I stumbled into your camp with that evening. I surely would have died if you had not taken me in.
Shelia, I think it's long past due that I exercised my body instead of my mind, let us begone from this rabble.
The two went off to pleasures the flesh leaving behind a much subdued and more sullen bunch of circus performers...
Shelia "It's too bad you won't be joining us as we head back to the Eastern Territories. You're from there right?" She throws him a wink
Sin "Yeah, but I kind of put that past behind me. I'm not ready to return, however, the "flexibility" you taught me how to utilize I will be forever in your debt."
Shelia "Well, we can settle that debt tonight. You can ply your flexibility in satisfying my every whim" The invitation was bold and caused an uproar from the other members of the Circus followed by laughter
Sin "I will not disappoint, milady, for I am a gentleman and now in possession of your trade secrets of additional maneuvers."
Sinclair had fallen in with the group and picked up an additional ability. His natural grace and skills made him a valuable addition to the circus, however, it was long since time for him to leave. There were other adventures and experiences that awaited him. Specifically, in the southern territories. There he would meet with some gentleman or another and deliver the last parcel that he had dutifully carried for the Spice Merchant all these months. It might have been a bit late, and rumors of his death were abundant, however he was all about honoring his word once it was given.
Bartlet "Tell us how you came into our wandering band. You never did tell the story of how and why you stumbled into our camp battered and bleeding from a dozen wounds." After issuing the request a silence fell over the tavern
Sinclair considered what Bartlet said and was asking, then after a long dramatic pause, inhalation of air and letting it out he began.
"Ogres, Ogres, Here and There, Ogres, Ogres Everywhere"
I was traveling with a Spice Merchantess, we were lovers. We were departing from an area just on the borders of the Old Kingdom and heading toward the western territories. We were travelling in a caravan of traders and being escorted by a band of Men at Arms. Honestly, just so all of you are aware... (he pauses and considers his words as the burden of what occurred weighs upon him) This is my least enjoyable story to recount. I would much rather tell you about the time I saved the ship mates from the cannibalistic aborigines.
Bartlet "No, Sinclair, just tell us the damned story. We nursed you back to health and taught you a piece of our trade. Granted you taught us some things too..." As a man passes behind him he lifts his purse deftly and presents it to his friends "Sin, the drinks are on me!" Everyone explodes into laughter and so the drinks began pouring in.
Alright, so, we were traveling through some rocky terrain and came under attack by a large band of Ogres. Mind you, what follows is not necessarily an account of heroism, but more of an account of desperate people trying to stay alive. We ringed the wagons as the war party of Ogres approached and held fast for six days. They unrelentingly probed our defenses and bled us for SIX DAYS. What kept them coming, well I will get to in a moment. However, we had lost about 50% of the caravan and its wares on the sixth day. We were all tired, battered and growing hungry as most of our stores were either depleted or had been burned when three of the wagons were set ablaze. Water was running low and anyone who attempted to break from the caravan was picked off mercilessly.
There was a merchant, Biggrin or something, I think was his name. He had some kind of cursed bracer and it was responsible for luring the ogres into the camp becuase on the sixth day he transformed into one of them and slaughtered almost everyone else in the caravan. We had no idea he was even responsible until I killed him and he transformed back to his original form with the bracer glowing all the while. So, I cast the bracer out over the remnants of the wagons and the Ogres claimed their prize and let us be.
I'm a Thief, by trade, that much most of you already know or have figured out. I was separated from my mate during the fighting as I was guarding the western flank and she the Eastern. She was among the first to die at the hands of Biggrin, he transformed and ripped her apart. A few Ogre Stragglers checked on the wagons as I buried her, I killed them, more so I butchered them mercilessly with all the sheer hatred and spite that I could muster exploded into the fire that powered my blows. I left with what I stumbled into your camp with that evening. I surely would have died if you had not taken me in.
Shelia, I think it's long past due that I exercised my body instead of my mind, let us begone from this rabble.
The two went off to pleasures the flesh leaving behind a much subdued and more sullen bunch of circus performers...
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