Day 158 - Bez Drock's Wake

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Bez Drock's Wake
Day 158 (20th July)
At the wake there is much story telling, and copious amounts of alcohol consumed, particularly by the Shanah worshippers amongst the clans but also by more than a few of the Wildwood adherents.
During the wake Joshua latches on to a couple of clansmen sitting on the outskirts of the campfire deep in discussion. They are obviously somewhat inebriated, but not overly so.
The clansmen are:
Lik Hammerhead: Orc warrior of the Sharktooth clan, also apprentice listener (Wildwood worshipper)
Chrithson: Senior Maratasen warrior of the Razorclaw clan, relatively even tempered for a Razorclaw Maratasen.
(Joining later)
Tian Farstride: Junior warrior Shaman Centaur of the Wolverine clan
……..
(overheard)
Chrithson: “You could well be right, but I still think we wait and watch.”
Lik: “Look, all I am saying is that…..”
(spotting Joshua)
Lik: “Welcome, join us if you wish.”
Chrithson: “You were with Bez recently, weren’t you.”
(much idle chatter and discussions around Bez Drock)
Chrithson: “So are you coming back West with us, or sticking with your ideas of returning to Willston?”
Joshua: “Still considering to be honest….what do you think we should do?”
Chrithson: “Well, much as I am not keen on the Elves – particularly in light of the stories coming out of Stormhaven, this Rasten bloke seems to at least be a bit more reasonable.”
Lik (looking round): “Is is as I said, fanatics are what always cause the trouble.”
Chrithson: “We have been through this, lets just wait.”
Lik: “Until it might be too late, you know how hot-headed some people can be.”
Chrithson: “You calling me sword happy.”
Lik (laughing): “C’mon mate, for a Razorclaw you are a positive pacifist, but that still means I wouldn’t want to piss on your fodder.”
Chritson (also smiling): “Yeah, guess there is a reason why they call me Thinker, but not to my face.”
Lik: “In all seriousness, I am not sure how you folks will get back to Willston though, Ghoulagabba may be currently taking a hammering here but this is only one of their armies – and from what I gather, not the strongest. At a minimum they will be looking to keep Willston bottled up.”
Chrithson: “Indeed, but would it be safe for them to come with us?”
Lik: “I cannot see anything happening for a while.”
Joshua: “Happening, how do you mean.”
Lik: “What do you know about the Thunder Clan?”
Joshua: “Not that much, everyone here seems pleased to see them though.”
Chrithson: “Big word, seems”
Lik: “Let me tell you a little bit about them”
Chrithson: “Lik wants to be a speaker one day, so prick up your ears young human.”
(You get the full Thunder Clan fact sheet, halfway through a centaur introducing himself as Tian joins – bringing some fresh skins of alcohol)
Tian: “Well told Lik, obviously you have been practicing!”
Lik: “To be honest, until the Giants began appearing, I hadn’t given that tale much thought”
Tian: “Some of the old tales always turn out to be the most important. At least with the Thunderers return we will have an easier time of returning home, and then – there will be a reckoning I feel.”
Chrithson: “With Ghoulagabba?”
Tian: “Of course, but also with others….”
A Thunder Clan giant passes nearby, heading towards the centre of the wake. Tian sees him passing.
Tian: “Will catch up with you later, just need a quick word.”
Lik: “See what I mean!”
Chrithson: “Well there will always be some who are blind.”
Lik: “Get enough blind people and they will kill the sighted – out of pure jealousy”
Christhson: “If they can find them…..”
Joshua: “Sorry, I am not following.”
Lik: “Look I can’t say much, but this afternoon the Thunder Clan appointed a new Knight. They haven’t had a Knight since they left Far Haven.”
Joshua: “So they are a fighting force again.”
Lik: “Yes, a formidable clan indeed, the new Knight is from exile, turns out that the exiles maintained the position of Knight within themselves – so he was an obvious choice.”
Joshua: “OK.”
Chrithson: “The new Knights name, is the same as all Knights elected by the exiles.”
Lik: “Soratan.”
Chrithson: “Look we had better stay quiet for the moment, if may all be a false concern but none of us want history to try and repeat itself.”
Lik (rising to his feet): “Indeed, anyway – good luck to you all, whatever path you choose.”
Chrithson (also rising): “I need to get drunk I think.”
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