tarlyn wrote:Gorgon's Crown - Crowley, Torthur and Clyde
"Awright. Thank yer. So where was I? Yeah, .... Da Bears.... I escaped wit Clyde ana few udder wilder bears into Lofton. Dis started tha Watches run after me. In the end of it all, me visit ter Lofton, More 'n' 50 Watchmen tried ter git me n failed. 50! Reegawn will ne'er live that down. I dunno whutever 'appened ter him, an if 'es still alive. But I kin bet yer one ting, 'E remembers me an tha trouble I caused 'im. ' E knows who Torthur is. Which is more 'n' I kin say fer our asshat Duke."
He pauses, scratching absently at the top of his missing leg.
"So tha bears went on into Lofton an me n CLyde made it ter tha cellar doors of tha brothel like I telled yer. I busted it open and we went in, me n Clyde. Clyde stayed in dat room while I went further inter tha basement. I finded wimmin who was pregnant an one had a baby! Anyways, I tried ter save tha baby an Clyde n I fled tha brothel with the Watch hot on our heels. We killed or knocked out many an we did git caught. Clyde n me getted seprated but I finded im later. The best part o dis wuz I gitted put in jail n tortured by a Toad,,,, HAW!HAW!HAW!... Is face still makes me laff. I e'en telled im but e hadded no funny bone n tortured me. I did escape that jail, an tha bestest part is dat I freed every prisoner an caused a riot in da streets o Lofton. Alla da time I hadded a baby an a dead watchman on me. In da end, the watchman got left in an alley I think an tha baby, Reegawn getted. Not afore I gitted me revenge on 'im. I blew up some black powdered stuff which made a big mess. Dat letted me gert free yet agin an find Clyde. I did an we escaped to tha river an luck be wit us, I finded a boat to row. We eventually made it back to home."
He grins. "Well, dat is when I telled off da Duke whem I gitted back safe." He goes into detail the whole encounter of he, the Duke at the Inn and the afterwards.
When done, he spits on the ground.
"So dats it. I hopes I done help yer n that lady Dels'nora. Thank her fer payin me n Clyde's way fer a bit. I wish I could help yer out there, but wit me peg leg I ain' no good fer travelin."
Crowley listens intently to Torthur's tale. If it werent for the fact that Torthur had one leg and couldn't really do much, Crowley could almost believe that Torthur could be behind a plot to kill
Devlin or ruin his wedding. Given what he has seen of the dwarf and heard him tell, he has serious doubts to this effect.
"Torthur. Thank you for your information. I will relay this information to my boss the lady Delsenora. I am really sorry about your leg and all you have endured since almost a year now.
Remember that the past is the past and the future is the future. I would try to move on as you have done.
Listen. I am going to go now. Stay well, friend dwarf and take care of Clyde and yourself. I will return to see you to report what is going on in this matter. As a sidenote, the patrons upstairs aren't quite adept at fighting. I kicked three of their asses without breaking a sweat. The rest chose to leave me alone."
He chuckles, grinning at the dwarf.
"Ye've got spirit I sees. Ye knows how ter use them weapons at yer hip? Whut is they? Sticks?"
Crowley shakes his head. "No. They are belaying pins. I use them to hurt, not kill. They are made of metal and hurt like fuck when one hits you. Just ask the three men upstairs."
He unsheathes one and hands it to Torthur.
The dwarf holds it in his hand, testing its balance and running a hand over the pin, feeling the weapon.
"It be a nice weapon, laddie. Ye've got two? Ah, ye fight two handed. Jest like I used ter, wit me axes. Mine axes are beaten up, yet Dwarven made. Yer pins are in nice human quality."
He tests the balance and weight of the pin again. This time he inspects the pin closely, eyeing it with a practiced eye.
"The workmanship is awright, but it aint no dwarf who maked this. In me earlier days, I worked a forge an made weapons fer me family back home. This pin is passable but
a dwarf could make ye a better one. Two, if yer be countin tha other one ye got sheathed. If ye like, I kin git yer two nicer made ones. Atli kin git ye them. I bin itchin ter do somethin asides
sit 'ere an tell stories an feel sorry fer meself. Tell 'im I will make em fer ya meself. Ok?"
Crowley nods. "Sure. Okay I am going to take off. I will let my boss know about the weapons. I really appreciate this, Torthur. Take it easy, man."
The man moves away from the wall, looks at Torthur even as the dwarf blows out the light source. Mungus climbs the stairs, satisfied with his morning. It was near lunch and he still had to go to the Three Penny Inn where this Crone was supposed to hang out or had people there working or he or her.
The Inn was still quite boisterous, but as he exited the cellar, noone bothered him. Nodding to the barkeep and waving to Wendy, he left Gorgon's Crown. Three Penny wasn't far, but first he had to see Atli for Torthur. Or did he? He would mention this to the boss and let her speak with this Atli that Torthur spoke of.
Making a steady pace, he heads for the Three Penny boss told him of.
Mungus Crowley crosses the cold, windswept streets and squares of central Haes, making good time to reach his destination. Traffic this morning remains light: firewood carts making deliveries, servants running errands, and watchmen patrolling in great cloaks. Notably absent: gentry, merchants, clerks.
Well, most clerks.
He does see a single priestess of Haelyn, instantly identifiable by her red robes, helping a shaking, dirty man into the back of a pony cart. Two other men sit in the cart, gibbering and twitching. As he strides past on the same side of the street, he hears the priestess singing to the man. Not a hymn, but a lullaby. It seems to work, though, the man settles down a little, still twitching but not with such force.
Not far ahead, Crowley spots the sign of the Three Penny, kitty corner across an intersection.
