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He stayed in the water until his fingers and toes went wrinkly by that stage the water was lukewarm. Rarothuan wondered idly what would become of the egg... his stomach rumbled, he took that as a que to exit the bath.
He dried himself and the chicken (which had, half-way through Rarothuan’s bath fallen in and made quite a commotion). He was taking a bit of a shine to it, he half considered naming it, but emergency food shouldn't have a name.
He pulled on the clothes that Liagg had surreptitiously placed at some point or another, a blue shirt and brown pants, both of which fitted quite well. Liagg had also managed to get a pair of black boots, not that Liagg could even wear boots with his clawed feet. The chicken returned to his head before he could stop it. At least it didn’t go to the toilet on his head, it was pretty smart, well smart for a chicken at any rate.
He combed out his beard, put his sword belt on (sword included) and went back downstairs.
He was greeted by Ruanrih’s whooping laugh.
“My, you do clean up well don’t you, a real nobleman! Handsome, very manly”
“And here I thought they made me a Consul so as they wouldn’t see my ugly mug much” Rarothuan joked.
“Nah, they sent you off so as their hideous mugs wouldn’t look so ugly!”
Ruanrih and Rarothuan both laughed.
“Well that’s enough of that, have yourself a seat by the fire, my cook is doing up a treasure chest pie for you. I heard Bául was killed by a Knight, and from Liagg’s muttering about dried ogre blood I’m guessing you’re the Knight, I think you deserve a couple of free pints of ale”
“Dwarven?” Rarothuan asked.
“Deephold no less, brewed by Stonecallers, has to be stored in a golden cask, I’ve only a small one, given to my sister by a dwarf she did a favour for, bit of a story that”
“Speaking of stories your sister said that there was a story behind the name of your Inn...”
Ruanrih whooped.
“My sister always tries to push the telling of that tale onto me, she’s got the way of it better though, I’ll badger her about it when she gets back” Ruanrih said mischievously.
Ruanrih went into the cellar to retrieve a pint of Stonecaller Monk Ale.
Rarothuan took in the merry warmth of the fire and the gentle murmur of conversation.
Something however caught his attention.
“Have you heard... they said... a dragon in Datór”
“Impossible...”
“Too large... Scaly...”
“It’s said... human form...”
“Could be anyone...”
That was worrying, dragons were usually bad news and relations between the Titanian Kingdoms and dragons were bad. Many Dragons liked the idea of a kingdom to do mining for them. Rarothuan was sure it would be wise to investigate the matter.
Ruanrih plonked the ale in front of Rarothuan, the tankard was goldlined on the inside, the outside being dull so as not to attract attention. The Ale itself looked exactly like molten gold. Rarothuan gulped a mouthful. It bubbled festively down his throat and put a fire in his heart, it tasted glorious, like liquid victory. Rarothuan was transported to the world of darkness and earth, he felt the age of the land and for a moment completely understood the dwarven people, felt the weight of Deephold’s history.
A tear escaped from his eye.
“More than amazing, isn’t it, I’ve been told that a whole cask sends people of the race of men into a several year coma, what you’ve got there is the stuff watered down for Nighom consumption, we can’t handle the stuff straight”
“Been so long since I’ve tasted that, those stonecallers really put their whole heart into this ale...”
“You’ve had it before!?!” Ruanrih whooped.
“A Dwarven ambassador brought some as a gift once, I tell you, the Deephold Dwarves got some extremely favourable treaties that day!”
“I don’t doubt it”
Ruanrih did her whooping laugh and Rarothuan laughed too.
“Well, now tell me, have you heard any rumours about a dragon in Datór?”
“Serious matters now eh? Well I’ve heard a few; it is part of the job of an innkeeper to collect rumours”
“Any of them true? Is there a dragon in Datór?”
“Well... There’s nothing clear, usual claims of people they don’t like being dragons, but... there’s two things, some gang has suddenly appeared and they are stealing all kinds of valuables, and there’s been a couple of odd deaths, nothing that couldn’t be explained away but... this feels like a rumour that started somewhere true.”
An obvious thieving gang in Datór was a serious problem, dragon or no. Rarothuan grimaced, perhaps it was time to contact the lords and ladies, that thievery guild didn’t like rampant theft. Well that business could wait until later. For now he had a tankard of very fine ale to empty, and a pie to come. Rarothuan noticed the chicken putting its head inquisitively near his ale, he moved it, the chicken clucked indignantly.
“Ah, what’s the name of the gang?” Rarothuan asked, remembering that.
“The Firetakers, they have no symbol, but they have a propensity for arson”
“What do they burn?”
“Stone, people are pretty sure they have a sorcerer with them, a flame caller.”
“That’s bad”
“Very”
A grim silence came over the two people. The chicken squawked breaking the oppressive atmosphere. Both Rarothuan and Ruanrih couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well you black hen” Rarothuan addressed the chicken “It seems you are useful afterall!”
Ruanrih whooped a bit at that comment, then wheezing she caught her breath.
“Hoo... Well I’m going to check up on the cook, when I come back I want to hear how a ogre-slaying knight ended up with a comedic chicken!” Ruanrih said, as she pranced in the direction of the kitchens.
“It’s not a terribly interesting story!” Rarothuan protested.
“I don’t care! I’m sure it really is interesting”
Rarothuan shook his head and went back to drinking his ale. A thought occurred to him, dwarves being dwarves, would they quaff this ale? He wasn’t about to, it was too good to waste. He leaned back and relaxed, he was beginning to feel the effects of his journey and the bashing he had recieved from Bául. It was beginning to look like he would need to stay in Datór a few days, get come supplies and a new warhorse, he didn’t like that thought, he’d have to go to the castle for that. Perhaps he could help the ruffian gang problem... then there was the rumor.
A Dragon in Datór...
There was an ominous feel to it, a dragon in human form in our midst.
Rarothuan thought of Liagg, if things got bad, a mob would naturally come, with the way Liagg looked people would easily claim he was the dragon. Well such a thing wouldn’t happen on his watch. Dispersing mobs was not an uncommon activity for Consul Knights.
Rarothuan’s thoughts drifted as he drank the ale, he thought about his encounters with dwarves, the times that he was underground...
“Hey! Your Valiance!” a voice slightly cracked form barking orders greeted.
Rarothuan started, and almost fell from his seat, the chicken clutched gamely onto Rarothuan’s head with her feet. Hualde grabbed his arm and stabilised him.
“Deep in thought?” Hualde stated.
Rarothuan nodded.
“Well how do you like my sister’s inn?”
“Very good, this ale is spectacular and Liagg heated the water of the bath perfectly”
“Ah that ale, hmm my sister clearly favours you, careful you don’t make her admirers jealous, though she wouldn’t have them, she is still waiting for one adventurer to come back...”
Hualde stopped abruptly, she slapped her forehead.
“What am I doing telling you this? Gossiping, please forgive me!” Hualde apologised.
Rarothuan smiled. “Not to worry, people’s tongues just loosen when they are around me, It’s an invaluable asset to a Consul Knight”
“Well I must leave then, before my tongue betrays me again!” Hualde joked, “Though I shall leave you, I need to bathe and change into more suitable clothing! I’ll be back soon”
Rarothuan waved as she rushed off.
He had barely finished waving when a steaming plate was set before him.
“One treasure chest pie! Made with your own egg no less!” Ruanrih stated proudly.
Treasure chest pie was a favourite among adventurers in the Titan’s Belt Mountains; there were few things more invigorating after a journey, raid or fight. The “pie” was always in the shape of a chest. Inside a there would be a kind of stew or really whatever was handy or looked good at the time, these are referred to as the gold, the lesser treasures. The main thing however was a battered/spice-caked stuffed egg. The nature of the egg could change but there would always be an egg.
Rarothuan then thanked Ruanrih and began to eat the pie with knife and fork, he eat very formally being of noble upbringing, though if he we as out in the mountains he would not have such decorum. He saved the egg for last, as was his wont to do. Bar fights over the “best” way to eat a treasure chest pie were common enough.
Rarothuan leaned back in his chair extremely satisfied. Hualde descended from the stairs, wearing soft black boots and a ruffled sleeved shirt. She looked quite impressive. She went over to Liagg (Who was at that time behind the counter) and entered into his embrace and kissed him forcefully.
“Husband” She said.
“Wife” Liagg replied.
Rarothuan was needless to say a little surprised but the union of a tainted and a human didn’t bother him, much. He looked around the room, there was not a wince or a scowl in the room, most were minding their own business, though there was one or two looking at the couple and smiling, how oddly tolerant.
Ruanrih thumped down at a chair at Rarothaun’s table.
“My sister used to be an adventurer, that’s how she met Liagg, though I’ve never gotten the specifics from her or him” Ruanrih said, sensing Rarothuan was vaguely interested.
Hualde and Liagg went arm in arm towards Rarothuan.
“Well, you’ve already met my husband Liagg and my sister Ruanrih, now that we are assembled you can tell us why you have a chicken attached to your head and your fight against Bául!” Hualde said sitting down.
The black chicken clucked at being mentioned.
“What about your other guests?”
Ruanrih waved a dismissive hand. “They can take care of themselves, I don’t let troublesome types in here and besides my regulars would deal with anybody messing with my place, and they adore me you see, Tell us the story behind the chicken I am dying of curiosity here” She explained.
“Well perhaps Hualde could tell me the story behind the name of this place?”
Ruanrih shook her head “Chicken first, goat later!” she demanded.
“Wait a minute! How did I end up having to tell the goat story!?” Hualde protested.
“Shush! Rarothuan is going to tell us how he ended up with the chicken!”
Rarothuan sighed, but with the good treatment he had received from Hualde, Liagg and Ruanrih, it was only right to tell them some stories.
“Well I was trying to find Captain Fruadyr, he was in none of the places he was supposed to be, and I was lugging around this huge ogre head, so walking through a market I bumped off some man’s chicken cages. The cages broke and this” he said pointing at his head, “Black Chicken Fluttered onto my head. His other Chickens were caught easily enough but... The black hen refused to leave my head. The man was very displeased, as the black one was his prize hen, he had been hoping to get a tidy sum for it, but she pecked at anyone who tried to remove her, now I wanted to get a move on, i had been travelling for days and I stank of ogre blood, Ah that’s the strange thing, to the other chickens I smelt like an ogre so they kept away, but Blacky here wasn’t fazed at all!
So the man saw I wanted to leave, poor man thought I was going to go off with his prize hen, seeing as how Consul Knights don’t have to pay for anything and knights in general have a bad habit of taking what they want. Of course I wasn’t going to steal a man’s chicken, so I offered to buy it...
So, get this, the man started to haggle, I didn’t have the time for this so I gave him some coins and went off, It must have been three times the worth of the chicken that I gave to him.
After that I ducked into an alley and tried to get rid of the chicken, for my troubles a group of cutthroats tried to kill me, they were more than a little sorry when they discovered I was carrying an ogre head which I beat them with. After that a pack of dogs decided that they would like some chicken, so I had to push my way past a large number of dogs, it was a small mercy they were frightened of the head.
After that was a trial of cats, then after that there was some sort of ... thing from the sewers, I guess this chicken must be really tasty or something” Rarothuan regaled.
The hen clucked indignantly.
Liagg and Hualde laughed, and Ruanrih whooped, and after a moment, Rarothuan laughed, it all seemed ridiculous now. They settled down.
“Weel, a proize hen foir sure!” Liagg stated.
Ruanrih’s whooping started up again.
“Right then...” Hualde began.
“Woooaaahhahahahahahaahhah!”
“As soon as...”
“Woooahahahahaha Woop, Woohaha!”
“My sister is done...”
“Woahappapapapaphhhahahaa!”
“I can tell you the story behind the name of this inn.
“WoahahahapapajaHAHAHaHAHA!!!!*Cough!*”
Ruanrih spluttered a bit, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she then regained her composure, she blushed a bit.
“Ah... sorry Sister, do go on”
“Ahem” Hualde coughed.
“Right, so This Inn was not always called the Brave Goat, It has however been in the Kankard family for many years and once upon a time this inn was called the Cobbled Stone. Now about this time, my ancestors were keeping a goat. This goat, by all accounts was an odd one, she would drink beer and ale and supposedly her milk was great for lessening the sting of hangovers.
It was during the Rule of the great king Darleon, when the Chlan Hordes were ravaging the lands and this city was under siege, so any way a Chlan Fiarn slipped in, and it was hungry for flesh, it felt the presence of people in the Cobbled Stone, the goat was in her cups at the time and all the patrons of the inn knew better than to disturb her. There was a great wailing from everyone when the Chlan came, a fear went into their hearts, and those that could fight were made cowards by it’s power.
The Goat however, looked up from her cups and gave the Chlan a foul look, as only a goat separated from it’s drink can. The Chlan made as if to move but the goat, rushed off and rammed the beast, then she trampled and butted the Chlan to death, it was a fierce battle, but to the amazement of everyone, the goat won and went back to her cups. News of the goat spread far, and there was much congratulations, about a year later she died of liver failure and that’s the story!” Hualde told.
Rarothuan could hardly believe it, he hadn’t quite expected a tale like that, his jaw was almost hanging open.
“Is that story true?”
“As true as the mountains!” Ruanrih solemnly stated.
“Amazing, truly amazing”
Ruanrih smiled mischievously. “Well, it’s your turn again Sir Rarothuan!”
“Yas, Yoiu muast tell hiow yoiu kilt Bául!” Liagg added.
Rarothuan laughed, “Very well, you shall get your tale!”
“Right, so I was in the area of Graundul, when I heard talk of something terrorizing the farmlands, after a bit of questioning, I found out about Bául. I decided to hunt him down, thus granting the farms respite. After much searching and doing seemingly pointless tasks for people, I found where Bául was, His lair was deep within a rock bog, Yalduan’s End it was called, near a small mining village called Coppertown. Must be thousands of places in Kigan called that
So I went on my horse into the bog, rock bogs not being as bad as other bogs it was safe enough to go on horse. A couple of rock-worms thought I would make a nice meal, I took them out as they burst through the sinking shale, my warhorse even mashed one to pieces. Nasty things rock-worms, you know they chew rock to keep their teeth and mouth parts sharp, hard to believe they were once earth-worms.
There wasn’t much else that happened, a lot of things stayed out of my way after the rock-worms. Bául’s lair was a vile thing, a dank cave stinking of rotten flesh; there were the remains of all kinds of creatures decorating the ground about the cave entrance. An Ogre will eat anything it can kill. Thankfully it was still day, which mean I had the advantage, ogres have problems seeing during the day, weaker physically too. I just needed to lure it from its cave, to fight an ogre in such a dark place would be suicide.
I decided to sing the ogre hunting song, it’s annoying to most living beings, but it is particularly insulting and infuriating to ogre-kin. It’s a pretty catchy tune. So there I was...”
“Ah, You were about to skip singing the song!” Hualde protested.
“Very bold of you, sing for us Sir Knight!” Ruanrih scolded.
Liagg chuckled, “Yoiuld best sing foir tham, thay won’t take noi foir an answer”
Rarothuan threw his arms up in mock despair, “What has the Kingdoms come to? A knight singing for his supper? Well you call for a song, a song you will have.”
Rarothuan’s voice was a strong rich vibrating bass, just the kind of singing voice dwarven maids would fall for. Sharp like a sword, steady as a statue and loud as a battle, his voice was.
“I’ve heard tell of dangers, shapes in the night
I’ve heard tell of sightings of Ogres!
Ogres!
Big Stupid Ogres, Nothing stupider in Kigan!
I’ve heard they eat anything that moves!
So let’s roll some boulders down, and they can choke!
A hunting we will go, A hunting we will go, A hunting ogres we will go!
Well let’s all get together and hunt some ogres!
Grab your torches, grab some pitch forks!
Put on a helmet, so you don’t catch their folly!
So let’s hunt some ogres
Don’t ya know this is the ogre hunting song!
So let’s hunt some ogres
A hunting we will go, A hunting we will go, A hunting ogres we will go!
An Ogre is strong, An ogre is fierce!
Not that it matters, if we trap it in a pit!
HA! Smart beats strong!
Strong is not strong if Strength can’t be used!
So let’s dig a bit and drop the old beast down!
A hunting we will go, A hunting we will go, A hunting ogres we will go!”
Rarothuan stopped there, which was reasonable considering the ogre hunting song was near endless, and in Rarothaun’s case he knew about twenty verses, and could make up some on the spot. All the other verses Rarothuan knew were kind of unpleasant, the ogre hunting song was perfect for sending most semi-rational beings into maddened rage.
“How many verses did you have to sing?” Ruanrih asked.
“Only five” Rarothuan answered. “Unfortunately I wasn’t quite prepared for how angry Bául got. He charged straight out of his cave, without even a club, that didn’t stop him from hitting me and my horse up into the air. I hit against a nearby tree, my armour kept me relatively uninjured. My horse was not so fortunate; he was dashed upon some rocks, died instantly. I should have been more careful, singing the song out in the open was insane. I looked up and before me was Bául, who grabbed me and thrust me towards his mouth, he nearly bit my head off, but I pulled away just as his teeth clashed, my helmet was ripped from my head though, my ears rung and my vision blurred.
My legs were free, even though Bául was holding me, so I kicked him in the windpipe. He gasped and dropped me, I dizzily got to my feet, I was nearly crushed by Bául as he staggered about. I took the opportunity to hamstring one of his legs, I didn’t get to do the other because of a swiftly approaching fist, which I neatly dodged. Unfortunately this left me open to being kicked sky ward.
I rolled as I hit the ground, it was a mercy I hit a boggy part rather than a rocky part. I thought that things would be a bit easier now that Bául’s movement was limited; in my experience of fighting ogres that is usually the case. That being said, I had only fought ogres twice, once with some other knights and another time I trapped one with the aid of some villagers. I thought I was doing pretty well for my first head on ogre fight. Then he ripped a tree up and threw it at me. I scrambled out of the way, the tree smashing right behind me.
There were quite a few trees near Bául, well, there were, until he pulled them out and threw them at me. I did manage to get close to Bául again but this was not the best situation. He swung a fist at me and I jumped out of the way, and dug my sword into his forearm. He swung me about, trying to dislodge me, I fended off his other hand with my dagger. Finally my chance came, his arm was over his head so I dropped down on to his back.
He was furious, he couldn’t reach me with his arms you see! So I climbed up to his head, plunging my sword in to help. I gripped on to his neck with my legs and raised my sword to strike the point his head and neck connected. It sunk in but, not deep enough, and his arms flung me off, reaching his head was well within his arms reach. So there I was weapon-less.
Bául wasn’t paying any attention to me flailing about trying to get the sword out of his neck. I was afraid I would have to use my Díolgarde’s power...”
Liagg interrupted “Wait, hoiw dois a tha poiwer toi tell truth froim lies help?”
Rarothuan smiled. “A Consul Knight’s Díolgarde has two powers, it does grant the bearer the power to tell lie from truth but there is another power. This power is bound to the knight’s spirit and is not to be used lightly...
So I was afraid I’d have to use that power, however I noticed that I was near the grizzly remains of my ill-fortuned steed. The horse was well past helping me, but one of my lances was intact. Bául was still focused on getting my sword out of his neck. I grabbed the lance and snuck up to him hoping I wouldn’t be noticed. I should have known better. Bául noticed me nearly instantly and charged at me, I only just escaped being crushed as it was I was sent flying again. I had begun to notice a pattern, I wound the ogre I get flung, I don’t wound the ogre, I get flung.
I rolled out of the way just as Bául came charging back. It was clear what I needed to do. I scrambled up and forced my lance into the earth. Sure enough Bául came charging along, I braced myself. He kept going you know even with the lance stuck deep in his chest. He fell to his knees and I let go of the lance. I went behind him, held my hands together and smashed the sword in his neck. Bául’s head was severed from its body; I cleaned my sword, recovered what I could from the remains of my horse and supplies, picked up the head and went on my way.
Awed Silence is what follows Rarothuan's tale. Liagg proclaimed Rarothuan a fine hero, and Ruanrih poured him more Ale, and gave a round of free drinks to all. They swapped many stories that night. One of the patrons of the inn pulled out and played a lute and soon the whole inn was dancing. Rarothuan was thoroughly drained once he finally went to the room prepared for him.
He slept like what Bául had thrown at him, a log.
Rarothuan woke to the smell of toast and bacon...
He dressed and ate the breakfast, there was a long day ahead of him.
>A number of options are now open, and a number of problems have arisen.
>Wat do?
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