Idle Gossip

Another day has passed… this tavern seems to be the meeting place for a few other bands of adventurers. There are always the story tellers… tales of gold and glory… and that idiot elfis crapping on about his blue shoes every hour or so.

Here are some random snippits from random drunkards :

“Oooh arrr…. Be careful out on moors… don’t go out thaaar at night…”

“Ahh don’t know what it was… all I know is there was this eerie ‘ollow sound… like wind blowin across a bottle… and a gawd awful smell, like a big old privy bucket...then me mate billy was gone… taken in the darkness by some eeevil stinkin' thing…down by the old coast road”

"Oooh Arr... speakin of mad hatters, did yer see the ridiculous hat Zeike had on last week when 'e staggered in 'ere. 'e looks a right twat... it looks like a grass hut.

"Av yer seen thut wee lass Nicosugarsmack about?.. ahh do mis her drunken table dancin'..arr....she's a mad lass thut wun!"

“A swear.. this crazy fool came walkin up outta the ocean wearin some stupid kinda bucket on his head with pokey horns and stuff… almost looked as mad as Aaaahnult… even had a leather gimp suit on like woshername the angry girl that hangs out with that bunch. ‘E was skinny as ‘ell too.. like ‘ed been starved for weeks. ‘e looked like an angry whippet shrink wrapped in licorice.”

"Slate!, let us pray! oh mighty slate"

“Beware the beast on the moors…beware the dreaded Becclehoff… tis a fell creature of the night…”

"Woot woot!"

"Veely?, der is ein new monster loose? das beast of burbon? wot!

"Ohh Arr... young Robynn's right, it does look good in leather"

“Get yer fuggin dog orf me leg or I’ll turn im into sausages”

"He aint nothin but a hound dog..."


Sigh. Commoners… this must be how they pass their days. Making up stories.