Confessions of Childerbert Ingoberger - Session 52
The following is an IC summary written by Bert's player. I make no claims to intelligibility of Childerbert's regional accent, but his manner of speech is as entertaining as ever.
As usual, I am giving +1 CP for those players that submit a summary for me to post here on the blog.
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So’s, in the darkness, amid the stench o’ bowel gases an’ blood, Oi resolved ter join the fray good an proper: picking moi feeting among the cadavarrs, Oi advanced: echoing up the stairs came the clash o’ steel an’ some sort of awful roar, loike the world’s biggest reynard in heat. Moi guts churned, Oi can tell ‘ee: what’s you doing in here young Childerbert, run to earth like a connie wi’ reynards behin’ an’ weasels i’ front. Well, Oi fears no ‘obblede’oy: Oi’s fought ‘em afore, an’ better the enemy in front o’ yee.
I stepped forward, cautious like, ready to get to grips wi’ one o’ the three ‘obblede’oys in front o’ us, at the edge o’ our light, they looked like mummers masked up as devils, not real flesh an’ blood. Were they as feared o’ us as we they? They were coming rushing out o’ their door, defending their ‘omes an’ bairns, loike. Can’t think o’ that, young Ingoberger, thinks Oi, an Oi steps forward, but the bugger is afeared o’ me, an’ he swings his sword, wild loike, stepping back rather than fight. Snicker snack, wi’ arrer and sword my companions cut ‘im down.
Well, the ‘obblenobbles was falling back now, an’ Oi realised our light were falling behind us, I stepped back to get the stone, so’s Oi can’t say much about what happened next. An’ ‘orrific groan wafted up the stairs, and then the ‘obblenobblers came back, slipped passed Miaoees guard, an’ they must a’ struck poor young Jenkins down wi’ a frightful blow: nigh mortal, loike. Well, Miaoee, she goes all radgee, loike, an’ sets back inta the fray. Warrian were moving ‘mong us trying to help the wounded, loike, an’ young Mice started to come to.
Miaoee killed the last o’ the ‘Obblegobbles, an’ Oi reckons, this is your job now young Childerbert, there’s a door there, an’ that’s what locksmiths is for: woi need a rest, an’ we need that door locking: Oi went inta Jenkins blood soaked bag, not thinking o’ the poor lad, ‘is face were so still an’ pale, that beautiful boy. Oi fished out the spike ee were carrying fer moi, an’ oi set about nailing that door shut, while Miao stood over moi, looking back at her loyal friend.
The rest of the party reached the top o’ the stairs, an’ Lady be Praised, Jenkins were brought back from the brink.
So’s, we sits down an breaths a mo, but we can ‘ear things on t’other side o’ door, an’ we still don’t know what forces are behin’ us: all Oi knows is we was depleted an’ exhausted, not knowing what horrors may lie ahead. Oi want out o’ this place, but we ‘ave spilled so much blood, for what? We don’t know if evil lies behind or ahead: maybe the easiest way is to fight on an’ hope that there is few enough for us to prevail.
The Lady provides, but evil abides. We’re stuck.
As usual, I am giving +1 CP for those players that submit a summary for me to post here on the blog.
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So’s, in the darkness, amid the stench o’ bowel gases an’ blood, Oi resolved ter join the fray good an proper: picking moi feeting among the cadavarrs, Oi advanced: echoing up the stairs came the clash o’ steel an’ some sort of awful roar, loike the world’s biggest reynard in heat. Moi guts churned, Oi can tell ‘ee: what’s you doing in here young Childerbert, run to earth like a connie wi’ reynards behin’ an’ weasels i’ front. Well, Oi fears no ‘obblede’oy: Oi’s fought ‘em afore, an’ better the enemy in front o’ yee.
I stepped forward, cautious like, ready to get to grips wi’ one o’ the three ‘obblede’oys in front o’ us, at the edge o’ our light, they looked like mummers masked up as devils, not real flesh an’ blood. Were they as feared o’ us as we they? They were coming rushing out o’ their door, defending their ‘omes an’ bairns, loike. Can’t think o’ that, young Ingoberger, thinks Oi, an Oi steps forward, but the bugger is afeared o’ me, an’ he swings his sword, wild loike, stepping back rather than fight. Snicker snack, wi’ arrer and sword my companions cut ‘im down.
Well, the ‘obblenobbles was falling back now, an’ Oi realised our light were falling behind us, I stepped back to get the stone, so’s Oi can’t say much about what happened next. An’ ‘orrific groan wafted up the stairs, and then the ‘obblenobblers came back, slipped passed Miaoees guard, an’ they must a’ struck poor young Jenkins down wi’ a frightful blow: nigh mortal, loike. Well, Miaoee, she goes all radgee, loike, an’ sets back inta the fray. Warrian were moving ‘mong us trying to help the wounded, loike, an’ young Mice started to come to.
Miaoee killed the last o’ the ‘Obblegobbles, an’ Oi reckons, this is your job now young Childerbert, there’s a door there, an’ that’s what locksmiths is for: woi need a rest, an’ we need that door locking: Oi went inta Jenkins blood soaked bag, not thinking o’ the poor lad, ‘is face were so still an’ pale, that beautiful boy. Oi fished out the spike ee were carrying fer moi, an’ oi set about nailing that door shut, while Miao stood over moi, looking back at her loyal friend.
The rest of the party reached the top o’ the stairs, an’ Lady be Praised, Jenkins were brought back from the brink.
So’s, we sits down an breaths a mo, but we can ‘ear things on t’other side o’ door, an’ we still don’t know what forces are behin’ us: all Oi knows is we was depleted an’ exhausted, not knowing what horrors may lie ahead. Oi want out o’ this place, but we ‘ave spilled so much blood, for what? We don’t know if evil lies behind or ahead: maybe the easiest way is to fight on an’ hope that there is few enough for us to prevail.
The Lady provides, but evil abides. We’re stuck.
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