Fantasy Warhammer: The Dragonliche

[Da Doofus]

“Well your confidence is appreciated.” He sighed. “Alas, such a future is far from bein a reality. The Karaz Ankor is spread thin. So for now the lost holds remain just that.”
He groaned. “Boga, I could use a drink.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz only snickered at that. "Ah tell me about it." He commented. His eyebrows furrowed as an idea popped inside his head. It didn't seem like a bad idea to cause a bit of mischief right about now. Forget about everything that was wrong right about now. "Ya think if we annoyed our friend over there enough he might grab us a few?" Lorenz asked, pointing at the Guard.

He stood up, walking to the front of the cell and banged at the bars in an attempt to get the guards attention. "EY BARKEEP YA HEAR THAT!" He shouted in the direction of the guard. "My friend' ere's looking for a drink! Bring me some of a that bugmen's brew!"

 

[Da Doofus]

The Halfling jolted from his slumber and spasmed to the floor in a crash. Khazu glanced over and chuckled at the scene.
The portly guard regained his senses, at the cost of his composure, and huffed at the young man.

“You stuff a pie in it, boy-o.” He growled, albeit with no intimidation. “Some o’us are tryin to get some shuteye, we are.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz laughed waving the guard off in the meantime. “Oh! Sorry. I thought this was an inn” Lorenz added nonchalantly. “Buuut. It’d really be a nice incentive for that being quiet thing if ya could buy us a couple’o bugmans for us. We’re real thirsty.”

 

[Da Doofus]

“Ye be nogoodknicks!” The Halfling retorted, and pulled out a pipe. “Tattywoggles to your ale! Go to sleep.” He flicked a match alit and soon was exiting the cell block with tobacco smoke trailing behind him.

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz watched as the guard left the cell block, attempting to keep himself from laughing at the way the little guard spoke. He could barely control himself until the halfling had left, letting everything loose as soon as he heard the door to the cell block close. A hearty laugh emerged at that moment as Lorenz indulged in the thrill of that conversation.

"AHhhh what a guy." Lorenz mumbled, lying back down on the cot. "I think I'm really getting along with that guy."

 

[Da Doofus]

Khazu chuckled and settled back into his cot.
“You’re a peculiar umgi, Lorenz.” He commented. “But you’re alright.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

"Just alright? Offensive." Lorenz quipped, feigning hurt as he crossed his arms beneath his head. Inwardly though, Khazu's comment caught him slightly off-guard. In a good way. He wasn't used to receiving compliments that were for sure. But if it made him feel like this, then maybe it'd be a good idea to change that.

"Ehh. Ya mind get's screwed up when ya live in the middle a nowhere for too long." Lorenz said, a smile slowly forming on his face as he found himself being real with someone in a while. "Though I wonder if bein in here for 3 months will fuck me up even more."

 

[Da Doofus]

“Quiet livin’. Personally, umgi, I welcome some quiet.
Do you some good to clear this debt while you’re young. Because I don’t think you’re ready for the world yet.” The Dwarf stretched and shut his eyes.

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz took a glance over at him, before turning to the wall and shutting his eye. Oh how the Dwarf was wrong about that.
"If only I had the time." He mumbled, mostly to himself, but it was loud enough for the dwarf to hear as well.

 

[Da Doofus]

“What’s your hurry?” Khazu said quietly. “Folk in the Moot have nothin’ but time.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz chuckled softly as he moved his hands to support his head. Ready to sleep. "Ehhh, I'll tell ya why some other day. For now I think I'll get some shuteye." He said, voice almost slurring at the end. "You should too."

 

[Da Doofus]

“Aye. Till the mornin’, manling.” The Dwarf stroked his beard and was soon snoring loudly (but tolerably).

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz grunted in response as he started to doze off. As much as he was worried about the days ahead, Lorenz was too tired to think into it. He dozed off quickly, an uneasiness within him as he began to feel the beginnings of sleep overtake him. Tomorrow would be a long day, and he needed to be ready for it.

He wouldn't awake until the next day.

 

[Da Doofus]

The following morning was met with the squeaking hinges of their cell, and the slapping of bare feet upon stone.

“Alright’y boy-o’s.” Their guard greeted loudly. “Another day in the Moot.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz was abruptly awoken by the guard, jump slightly in the bed at the sudden loud noise, before finally realizing who it was. This guy, this damn halfling with his squeeky ass voice really knew how to get on his nerves. He looked up, giving the guard a glare before pushing his head straight back into the pillow. "Khazu....can you get'em outta our room please." He mumbled, clearly not having any of this at all.

 

[Da Doofus]

“Nai, umgi.” Khazu stretched. “This fellow’s done nothin to deserve it.”
He hopped down from his cot and approached Lorenz to slap his arm. The Dwarf’s strength was enough to ensure a bruise was left behind.

 

[Chai_T3a]

"ACK!" Lorenz yelped, immediately sitting up off the cot. His expression clearly groggy and tired. The small uncomfortable cot he was given pretty much ensuring he woke up with a sore body. "Okay okay, I'm up I'm up." He mumbled, rubbing his arm. "Hit me lighter next time will ya?"

 

[Da Doofus]

“Pffft . . . Umgi. So soft.” Khazu laughed, and followed theif portly escort outside for another day work on Birkman’s farm.

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as he did so. Another damned day in that farm. 2 of many many more days to come.

He groaned in annoyance at that realization as he exited the cell behind Khazu. His muscles beginning to ache from yesterdays work. "If my arm breaks from your hit today, ya taking half my work." He mumbled as he caught up to Khazu.

 

[Da Doofus]

“Fine by me, manling. Your weight isn’t that much.” He teased as they were lead outside to the wagon.
They weren’t even shackled, proving how little criminal activity occured in Eicheschattan.

The guard lowered the railing and awaited the two to climb aboard. Khazu gruffly clampered upward to a height difficult for a Dwarf.

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz rolled his eyes at Khazu's quip. At least he didn't look like an idiot clambering onto the wagon. Speaking of that, he couldn't help but crack a smile as he watched the vertically challenged dwarf attempt to enter the wagon. It probably wouldn't have been so funny if he spent his life mingling with other short people. But that wasn't how it was was it? He kept the humour mostly to himself though, as the bruise on his left arm reminded him what would happen if he did anything that Khazu seemed to deem annoying.

Lorenz jumped into the wagon after the dwarf, getting cozy on the rough wooden seat.

 

[Da Doofus]

The journey to Birkman’s farm well outside the borders of the town was similar to the one before, yet quieter than last time.
The fields they passed no longer had the flocks of sheep grazing upon the lush grass on the hilly horizon beyond the fences.

A few hours passed as they had done yesterday, until a figure was seen ahead of them. A familiar man was atop a horse riding in front of them.
The driver came to a hault beside the Combed Crow’s bouncer.

“Mornin, Mr. Bordeaux.” The Halfling yokel greeted. “Fancy seein’ you headed to Birkman’s so early.”

“Morning, Mr. Festus.” The redhead nodded. “The messenger boy didn’t arrive at the inn, so I’m going to check in for my weekly pay.” He made a glance at the wagon.
“Those two been any more trouble?”

“Oh them? Nay.” Mr. Festus laughed. “Prim and proper aside from the smell. Say . . . Think you could walk em the rest of the way?” He gestured to his pair of mules pulling the wagon. “Ol Bee and Bob didn’t get their breakfast, and I can’t stand to push em so hard on empty stomachs.”

Kendal sighed. “Well seeing as how I’m headed that way as is . . .” He looked at the man and the Dwarf.
“You two hop down and follow me.” He barked.

Khazu huffed. “And who be you to order a Dawi?”

“The same man who dragged said Dawi out of his own pool of vomit.” Kendal replied cooly. “Now we can be cordial, or not.” He tossed away a flap of his cloak to reveal a sheathed sword.
“An unarmed Dwarf can still be put back in his cell, you know. Conscious or not.”

 

[Chai_T3a]

Lorenz had almost drifted off on the ride in the wagon, barely noticing the fact that the field seemed quieter than normal. It wasn't until the bouncer from earlier bumped into their wagon that Lorenz woke himself up. Lorenz was more then just a bit disappointed by the fact that they wouldn't be having a ride anymore. He wanted his damn beauty sleep. But their wasn't much of a reason to complain about it. Considering Kendal looked like he could snap his neck in mere moments.

Lorenz jumped out of the wagon, donning as smug of a smile as he could in his groggy mood. Mostly just to hide how disappointed he was.
"Eh I wouldn't fight him." Lorenz agreed. "He's got an scar on is'eye. Probably means business."

 

[Da Doofus]

“Pffft . . . You’d be smart to remember someone had to give him that scar.” Khazu scoffed and stomped off the wagon.

“You have yourself a fine day, Mr. Bardeaux.” Mr. Festus bidded and turned the wagon around to return to town.

Once the Halfling farmer was gone from sight, Kendal gestured in front of him.
“Start walking.” He said blankly.
His horse snorted and pawed at the ground passively. Khazu tensed at the equine’s action.