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A recount of the travels of the ever-changing 'saviours of brumswinkle', part I
A brief rendition of the proceedings that followed the assault on Brumswinkle, specifically those surrounding the six comrades whom sought to defend it, as told by your gracious and overtly honest chronicler, Michael.
I do not wish to tarry on unnecessary bunk, as it bores me so, so let's attempt to pretend that we can try to keep this brief, shall we?
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To detail what was lost:
To start with, I suppose I should pay a brief, albeit very solemn and serious homage to my old travelling companion and 'friend', Lord Aaron. I'll admit, he was a gentleman, and there were and will ever be, only a few souls like him. Decapitated by a very disturbing puppet, which was once a somehow stupider man (in your generous writers opinion, at any rate, which is all that should matter), my old comrade was smote rather quickly. Which.. I suppose was good for him? I wouldn't know. Regardless, the death brought home to the latest addition to the towns defence, a young sir Eric, just how seriously mortal and frail we all (i say we..) all are. I like to humour myself when I consider how short that lesson fell on him. So yes, where was i.. It was good to know you, Brandt. You absolute moron.
The Brumswinkle family lost a couple members, thanks to Brogs brazen acts when attempting to set the late undead Aryall and some of her flanks ablaze. I suppose the local priest is a tad more somber now.
The hundreds of families and such that inhabit the slums and other homes of the town, of course, lost many.
And let's not forget the famous Yondalla's Rest, and the even more famous Kreth! Yes, both harbors for those in need of bedding or a good ale and a fight, were both razed from existence that day. Including the Hole, actually. Those earthquakes and rumblings did stir up quite the number of subterranean landslides!
What else can I number off for you, oh patient reader? Let's see..
- Charlies hole (a sad, day, to lose such a marvellous monument to sanity)
- The Upper Circles Markets <- completely gone! Replaced, even!
- The bridge (which has since been repaired)
- The Hole.. hrm. I would happily divulge the whereabouts of the owner of said establishment and his supporters, but where would the fun be in ruining what you have yet to read?
- The statue to Plib.. admittedly a fantastic loss. A severe lacking of old, honest sculptures these days, my children. And that commemorated such an important lad at that. Not a once have I ever seen another smoke a pipe the way he would. Although I believe Markis may start giving him a run for his coin..
- The Mad Squid! Ahhhh now there was a fantastic pub. Always empty, ne'er a logical flow to be had in any conversation with the captain, and the only seller of Port in town. What a strange rabble that rubble once had.
- Peace. Aye. Now that they've experienced the same level of tragedy other places in the world have, I have noted a large loss in contentment amongst the once calm and carefree villagers and townsfolk of Brum. Why they have even since erected a massive wall, surrounding the farmland exterior of the place, and it is far more fortified than e'er before.
--
enough of that.
Let's get to the grit.
I shall carry on this brilliant piece of journalism in the next chapter.
signed,
'the immortal, bored and enigmatic bard of the planes',
Michael
I do not wish to tarry on unnecessary bunk, as it bores me so, so let's attempt to pretend that we can try to keep this brief, shall we?
--
To detail what was lost:
To start with, I suppose I should pay a brief, albeit very solemn and serious homage to my old travelling companion and 'friend', Lord Aaron. I'll admit, he was a gentleman, and there were and will ever be, only a few souls like him. Decapitated by a very disturbing puppet, which was once a somehow stupider man (in your generous writers opinion, at any rate, which is all that should matter), my old comrade was smote rather quickly. Which.. I suppose was good for him? I wouldn't know. Regardless, the death brought home to the latest addition to the towns defence, a young sir Eric, just how seriously mortal and frail we all (i say we..) all are. I like to humour myself when I consider how short that lesson fell on him. So yes, where was i.. It was good to know you, Brandt. You absolute moron.
The Brumswinkle family lost a couple members, thanks to Brogs brazen acts when attempting to set the late undead Aryall and some of her flanks ablaze. I suppose the local priest is a tad more somber now.
The hundreds of families and such that inhabit the slums and other homes of the town, of course, lost many.
And let's not forget the famous Yondalla's Rest, and the even more famous Kreth! Yes, both harbors for those in need of bedding or a good ale and a fight, were both razed from existence that day. Including the Hole, actually. Those earthquakes and rumblings did stir up quite the number of subterranean landslides!
What else can I number off for you, oh patient reader? Let's see..
- Charlies hole (a sad, day, to lose such a marvellous monument to sanity)
- The Upper Circles Markets <- completely gone! Replaced, even!
- The bridge (which has since been repaired)
- The Hole.. hrm. I would happily divulge the whereabouts of the owner of said establishment and his supporters, but where would the fun be in ruining what you have yet to read?
- The statue to Plib.. admittedly a fantastic loss. A severe lacking of old, honest sculptures these days, my children. And that commemorated such an important lad at that. Not a once have I ever seen another smoke a pipe the way he would. Although I believe Markis may start giving him a run for his coin..
- The Mad Squid! Ahhhh now there was a fantastic pub. Always empty, ne'er a logical flow to be had in any conversation with the captain, and the only seller of Port in town. What a strange rabble that rubble once had.
- Peace. Aye. Now that they've experienced the same level of tragedy other places in the world have, I have noted a large loss in contentment amongst the once calm and carefree villagers and townsfolk of Brum. Why they have even since erected a massive wall, surrounding the farmland exterior of the place, and it is far more fortified than e'er before.
--
enough of that.
Let's get to the grit.
I shall carry on this brilliant piece of journalism in the next chapter.
signed,
'the immortal, bored and enigmatic bard of the planes',
Michael
Monday, December 2, 2013
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