The testament of Rosie Frost, barmaid at the Travellers’ Rest, regarding the events of 23 April 216.
I don’t want no trouble, sorr, and anyways Oi was behind the bar and didn’t see much of what ‘appened. But Oi did serve ’em all afterwards, so Oi did get a good look at ’em. What was they loike? Well, there was a forgeborn, you don’t see many o’ them around ‘ere, an’ there was a knight on a griffin, an’ two elves, an’ a lady – ‘ighborn she was, you could tell just by lookin’ at ‘er, even if she was dressed funny – an’ a bard, pretty thing she was an’ no mistake, an’ a angel with a flamin’ sword – no, I mean it was on fire, flames runnin’ down the blade. Oh, an’ they ‘ad a tame wolf with ’em as well.
Now before they arrived we only had two visitors, it bein’ slow for a Saturday fer some reason; Dicias the elf and a merchant called Charrid, they’s both regulars. They was takin’ a wagon-load of weird stuff to that apothecary in Dwardel, what’s ‘is name? Lucius, that’s it. Moi dad – ‘e’s the landlord y’see – ‘e was afraid it might blow up, so ‘e made ’em park it a long way from the door, an’ what do you know? No sooner did these strangers turn up than it did blow up! Charrid said later as the forgeborn ‘ad started fossickin’ around in the back o’ the cart, an’ it was ‘im what blew it up.
Oi tell ‘ee, Oi never saw a calmer ‘orse than Charrid’s that day. ‘E just kept on drinkin’ from the trough, ‘e didn’t mind when the cart blew up an’ not even when the griffin came an’ stood right next to ‘im. What? Oh yes.
So anyway, the forgeborn walks into the pub, smokin’ a bit from the explosion, an’ I sees the knight lift ‘is purse an’ some sort o’ book, then ‘e throws the book in the fireplace an’ it burns up. No, Oi din’t try to get it out, what use is a book to me? Oi can’t read. Let it give us a bit o’ warm Oi sez, useless things them books. The forgeborn comes up to the bar an’ asks for a point o’ oil, an’ Oi sez “Olive all right?”, an’ ‘e sez yes, so Oi pours ‘im a tankard full o’ olive oil an’ then ‘e sez ‘is purse is missin’, an’ ‘e stomps back outside an’ chops Charrid’s ‘and off with an axe. Vicious, that forgeborn is Oi tell ‘ee, vicious. Charrid sez that knight gave ‘im a purse to pay for ‘is losses, which ‘e thought was fair enough, but then this forgeborn comes up and yells at ‘im about stealin’ ‘is purse an’ chops ‘is ‘and off.
The angel an’ one o’ the elves was up on the roof, to drink in peace they sez, which normally moi dad wunt allow, but Oi seen what ‘appened to Charrid an’ Oi decided to keep me views to meself. Anyway, they started hollerin’ ’bout ‘obgoblins, then there was a big fight outside – they said later some ‘obgoblins ‘ad attacked the pub, an’ there was certainly bodies outside when we dared come out again – three with their throats cut an’ one stuck on a branch on that tree there, if you looks you can still see the blood. Oi don’t mind cleanin’ the pub Oi sez, but Oi’m not doin’ the trees an’ all.
Then they comes back inside, cool as you please, an’ orders lunch like nothin’ ‘ad ‘appened. They buys Charrid’s ‘orse off ‘im – for a fair price, mind you, not that ‘e would’ve turned anything down at that point – an’ fixes ‘is arm as best they can. Then the ‘ighborn lady, she asks Dicias an’ me all sorts o’ questions about Dwardel an’ Marble’all, so Oi reckon that’s where they was goin’.
A job for Charrid you say? Bless you, sorr, ‘e surely needs one, what with losin’ ‘is ‘and an’ ‘is liveli’ood in the same day. Why you can ask ‘im yourself, ‘e’s just over there…
I always document the group’s adventures in one way or another, and recently I’ve taken a liking to statements from surviving witnesses, as it excuses any variation between my memory and those of the players.
Sooner or later, this lot are going to attract attention from somebody big and nasty enough to pay them back in their own coin. Meanwhile, they are getting quite fluent in Savage Worlds, and I’ll move out of the combat rules into some social interaction; now that Casila is nearly home they should start meeting her family and friends, hopefully without killing them all in the process. That will take us to the Christmas break – two weeks of not gaming – and in that period I can plot out the next 10-20 sessions for them, while they have a chance to study the handouts I’m preparing for the area near Marblehall. I want to keep them close to Casila’s family for a while, perhaps having to live with the consequences of their actions will calm them down a bit, currently they are moving faster than the news of their atrocities.