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Post by Eadwig, the Bastard on Mar 14, 2016 21:01:39 GMT
Godenland, Eadwig though to himself. Godenland would provide him a certain degree of protection, perhaps he could find a band and raid the Wild Lands. Or better yet, obtain a contract from the King. Four hundred miles is a long way, and Eadwig gave up his stolen horse. He would need a new one. He slowly returned to the hill upon which he had stood previously and glanced along the horizon. There was a relatively large farm ahead of him, perhaps he could buy a horse there.
He checked his purse, he still had plenty of wealth to keep him fed and watered on the path. He made his way slowly to the farm, making sure his sword was at the ready should he find and of his assailants lingering in the area. Standing outside the farmhouse, he glanced around uneasily. Searching for someone to talk with about the purchase of a horse. 'Hello?!' He announced his presence loudly, but softly.
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Post by Admin on Mar 15, 2016 10:48:23 GMT
A few small children peak out of a window, one of them screams, and they flee shouting "Da! Da! We're being attacked! Da!"
Moments later, a slightly fat man comes chuffing up from one of the fields, his face a deep red "quiet you little scoundrels, quiet now, or it will be thin gruel and riverwater for you!", he calls to his children, disgruntled.
"Forgive the little'uns good man, they like to sport with newcomers. What can I do ye for? If it's vittles, I have a fair bit of last year's barleyoats in the small barn there. And the cabbages are coming up nicely. Hildy makes a decent brew too, if I do say so myself. Come on in."
The man bustles you into the clearly prosperous farmhouse, where his equally plump and cheerul looking wife pours out a mug of small ale for you.
"My lords", she chuckles as she slops a little on the table... the farmer's eyes vanish in the crinkles of a smile as he joins in her mirth.
Over the beer, the farmer explains that they cane over from Friedland 14 years previously, had founded their little steading, and recently had been recognised as Freelord by the Earl.
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Post by Eadwig, the Bastard on Mar 15, 2016 12:16:22 GMT
Eadwig felt a little uncomfortable, he had never remembered experiencing such mirth. His childhood had been overshadowed by the hatred of his father's wife. His adult life had been dealt a considerable blow by the murder of his loving father and his subsequent exile.
'Thank you.' Eadwig said sheepishly as he took a small sip of the ale before him. 'And congratulations on your new standing. I arrived from Friedland only a few months ago to look for work. Unfortunately my horse was... stolen... I'm looking to buy a new one, nothing special, just something to get me to Godenland. I'm willing to pay handsomely.'
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Post by Admin on Mar 15, 2016 13:13:08 GMT
"Afraid we don't 'ave an 'orse. Not fer sail, anyway. Best bet will be to head for Earlshill, they got the best around, no doubt about it. The horses run wild on the plains northaways, taller and swifter than the old Friedlanders, and the Earl himself keeps a few o' the best studs" he drinks deeply from his mug, "what business takes you to Godenland? I was of the understanding that they don't want no dealings with traditional folk anymore."
"Aye", chimes in his wife, "All Theos this and David that... or so we hears anyways"
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Post by Eadwig, the Bastard on Mar 15, 2016 15:53:58 GMT
Eadwig noted this, he'd have to by one of those 't' shaped medallions on his way to Godenland. (OoC: Presuming the crucifix is relevant to Theism.)
'I'm looking for work. I suppose I figured the King of Godenland would pay more than the other Lords here.' Eadwig gulped down the last of his ale. 'I thank you, for your hospitality. Perhaps I can repay your kindness one day.'
Eadwig got up to leave. Earlshill he thought, could be dangerously close to trouble, but he had little choice in the matter. He bade his hosts farewell, and set out on his way.
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