Kuru is back!
We've decided to camp out instead of powerin'on to Haverhill (I'll get more into detail on this). We are only a lil'ways away from where we'ad that fight with some bandits. The camp is pretty ramshackle, jus' a small clearin' at the side of the road. I've found a nice hollow log to call my bed for the night, not as good as a badger'ole but it'll do.
Kuru's Return
So while we were takin' five an licken our wounds, we looked down the road an'saw Kuru makin'is way to us. I thought we were goin'to meet'im up at Haverhill, bu'there he was, larger than life. Jus walkin'down the road, seein as he was here, I told the others we should hit the road, bu'….
Merisiel and Olyn wanted to hide the corpses, we'd left. Now, I couldn't be assed for that sorta thing, they were gunna end up fox shit if we move em'or not. Kuru had the idea of stringing them up as a message, but seein' as they are jus'a couple of roadside Punks, it ain't really worth, it.
I took Kuru aside, mostly so we didn't have to bother with shiftin' bodies. Bu' I did use this moment to get Kuru up to speed on the Gangs of Bridgetown, which he seemed to take on board. Turns, out Kuru isn't from Bridgetown an'has never bin'there. So I also'ad to tell'im that Johnny Law ain't there, not in a traditional sense.
I also asked Kuru abou'how he got on with his contacts. He said he was able to find a small band of Orcs to act as muscle, while he was sayin this he was makin'big gestures with arms an such, sayin' how great they were. Then his lil'tale ended with them all drownin'on the way'ear in a flash flood, despite it bein'dry as a bone. I giggled a lil at this, it ad'been a while since I'd smelt bullshit. He weren't the'appiest when I called'im out on it, I've noticed when he gets angry, lil'hairs stand up on his eyebrows.
MORE BLOODY CAMPING!!!
By the time we'd finished our lil chat, the others climbed into to the cart, pantin'like dogs. With a snap of the lead, tha'nasty pony was pullin'us along. I spun around an asked the others if we're goin'straight to Haverhill, bu'they said nah, they wanted to camp out again. I protested, sayin I wanted some chicken'an dumplins before the night's done. Bu'they gave the lame excuse of "The Pony Needs Rest". Considerin' I ain't drivin' I left it alone bu'im still not bloody'appy.
So here I am, sleepin' in a wormy log. My belly distinctly void of chicken'an dumplins. Hopefully tomorrow we will finally be in Haverhill.
Tic-Tic's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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The Otari Story
Just After Breakfast time, 30th Harvest
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Otari Shopping Haul
A bit longer after breakfast time, 30th Harvest
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Riding Out of Otari
Well After Bedtime. 30th Harvest
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Camping at the Willowbrook Bridge
Well After Bedtime. 30th Harvest
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Bandit Ambush & The Journey to Haverhill
Getting close to Teatime, 3rd of Firewane
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Kuru is back!
Jus'before bedtime 3rd of Firewane
Just After Breakfast time, 30th Harvest
A bit longer after breakfast time, 30th Harvest
Well After Bedtime. 30th Harvest
Well After Bedtime. 30th Harvest
Getting close to Teatime, 3rd of Firewane
Jus'before bedtime 3rd of Firewane
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