Drimble lay on the cot. Brund had offered a tincture and applied balms, reassuring her that she’d ’be alright, Lass’, but there was a catch in his voice. Now she had another visitor, well two actually, the Frankish pair. An odder pairing you couldn’t imagine. ‘Le Baron’ was loquacious, all flourish and gestures, his attire dapper. Jacques, on the other hand, was dull in every sense, sullen and spoke but little. This was unfortunate as, of the two, only Jacques spoke any Northybran.
The baron offered a deep bow as he entered, his hat swooping from his head in a grand gesture, practically swatting Jacques aside. He then strode to her side taking her paw in his. He looked deep into her eyes as he spoke, the kind of look that conveyed earnest sincerity. Words flowed from him. It sounded like a mixture of an epic poem and a declaration of fervent intent. She understood none of it.
He must have spoken for a good five minutes. No response seemed needed. Either he was oblivious that she did not understand him or he simply did not care. She was too tired to tell him where to go, so she just listened. At least it was pleasant to listen too in an obscure poetry kind of way.
The baron finished. Paused, apparently for dramatic effect. The only response she could muster was a weak smile. He knelt and kissed her paw, returned his hat to his head and exited.
Drimble looked to Jacques with a shrug. “Ee sez Zank You!”, he said and nodded before leaving. She rolled to her side, wincing as the scarred flesh dragged against the blanket.
This is my fifth game of our Burrows & Badgers 2nd Ed campaign and I needed to rescue the Baron from the mines underneath Moorham. He had been clonked on the head in an altercation in the town. The Pages of Tome sent a ransom note, but it seemed fishy. Brund would have been content enough to just leave the Baron, but Fennel insisted they find out what was going on.
My warband had 16(!) more warband rating than Adam’s going into this game. That’s a lot and it showed. The use of Fate to rebalance wasn’t overly effective. The mine made for an interesting terrain and I think it worked well. It forces routing decisions. I wasn’t careful enough early on though and the trap was sprung in turn 2. I really should have played slower. It would have given the Pages fewer options when I arrived on top of them. As it was, I hit them hard and pushed through to free the Baron. The only injury was Drimble becoming enfeebled after a fireball hit her (which was a pretty cinematic moment); despite being on fire (conceptually, not in the game!) she managed to put a couple of arrows into Bagoly, the owl with the magical tome, who’d cast the conflagration spell.
I’m saving my pennies to add a Hare to the warband. I have the perfect model for it.
Until next time,
Owen