Thrangis: Did you hear that?
Cornelius: I heard something. I believe it came from the other end of our camp.
Thrangis: I’ll go see what’s goin’ on.
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Thrangis: Kergo, did you hear tha-
Kergo: Shh Thrangis, we got company in the treeline. Gilbrin thinks it might be some greenies.
Gilbrin: Aye, I kno’ what I was seein’. Just grab yer axes and be on yer guard. I’m a goin’ to rouse Biggel and Trak.
Kergo: Right. I’ll go grab Habdirg. Thrangis, start building some sort of fortification around the middle car. Use the supplies and whatever else. We’ll be there shortly to help you finish up.
Thrangis: Och, right right. When I left Habdirg he was asleep.
Kergo: Ok, let’s be quick.
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Cornelius: Put some of those crates on the other side.
Thrangis: Don’t be tellin’ me how to build a wall. It’s insultin’ to my whole Klan. Can’t you just be my eyes or somethin’? You know, keep look out for anythin’.
Cornelius: Actually, it seems that Gilbrin is already here with the other two dwarves.
Gilbrin: Praise Valaya, you’ve got a good start. You might want to put some crates on that other side.
Thrangis: … Yeah, I was planning on doing that.
Trak: Where’s Kergo?
Thrangis: He went to get Habdirg.
Biggel: Well we ain’t got no time to be wastin’ standin’ ’round here havin’ a smoke and sippin’ on ale like a bunch o’ manlings. Let’s get a move on! My beard is growin’ white with frustration. Bloody chuffin’ grobs! I wish they’d just hit us already!!
Gilbrin: Let’s hurry!
Cornelius: Thrangis, Kergo is coming.
Thrangis: Why are you whisperin’?
Cornelius: Kergo is alone.
—
Kergo: Raise your axes dwarves!
Thrangis: Where’s Habdirg?
Kergo: The grob bastards already put a spear in him!
Grob Brute: WAAAGHHH!
Thrangis: By Grungni! Kergo get down!
Kergo: Hgahh!
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
[continued next week]
All posts tagged black fire pass
Grob Raid
Posted by Thrangis The Red on October 1, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/10/01/grob-raid/
The Supply Line
Thrangis: I can’t believe they locked it up so tight! They’ve probably got stores of Bugman’s in there!
Cornelius: Did you not say earlier that the brewmaster Bugman was off trying to reclaim his stolen merchandise?
Thrangis: Aye, but to close down his mighty tavern? Even I did not expect that… an’ here I was hopin’ to enjoy a pint…
Cornelius: Well it appears you won’t be able to enjoy that luxury just yet. Shall we now proceed to the train depot? Seeing as our caravan escort is now quite far from our location.
Thrangis: I guess that would be the next step in my plan. I’m hopin’ that hand cart I was set upon is actually there.
Cornelius: Yes, I would hate for this folly of a detour to be a complete waste.
Thrangis: Well, no time to be worryin’ about our mistakes. Let’s keep movin’.
Cornelius: Wait just a minute! “Our” mistake?
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Thrangis: Well at least the train depot is still here.
Cornelius: I like how you don’t mention the fact that it was surrounded by orcs and goblins.
Thrangis: They weren’t worth mentionin’, but it looks like you went ahead an’ added ‘em in anyway. At least the rails are still controlled by the dwarves. Let’s see if we can get a cart.
Depot-Dwarf: ‘Old it right there sonny, where do you think yer off to? Oh, by me ancestors! I thought you was one of the younger beardlings ‘upposed to be stationed at the rail house. You was the one out there makin’ a mess o’ those grobs and the like. We were takin’ bets on whether or not you was goin’ to make it ‘ere… looks like I’m out a pint.
Thrangis: You have Bugman’s?
Depot-Dwarf: Bugman’s? Hahahah! Yer a funny beardlin’. There ‘aven’t been any Bugman’s in these parts for too long. Used to be all I would drink. I’m thinkin’ one o’ me cousins is hordin’ a stockpile somewheres but I can’t be certain. Maybe I should go ask him one o’ these days. That’s if I ever get out of this chuffin’ depot. Been here for so long, haven’t seen wife nor child in over a year. I wonder what their up to, hopefully they’re gettin’ along alright without me. Well… maybe not too ok, it’s not a good thing when someones loved ones get along splendidly when their hubby ain’t hope. It gives a bad impression to the -
Cornelius: He certainly had a lot to talk about. I’m glad you walked off when you did, I was almost at the end of the page.
Thrangis: Aye, I need to find someone who can give me a cart. Let’s go to the platform.
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Platform Manager: Careful with those beams, we need to make sure they are prepared for departure whenever we get the go ahead from central.
Thrangis: So the trains are runnin’ again?!
Platform Manager: No the trains ain’t chuffin’ running! I ain’t going to be made a fool when the time comes for shipments to come out though. They left me in charge of this platform and I aim to maintain a level of efficiency, even without the trains. The name’s Halbrin, of the Goldfist Klan. Now, who are you and by Grungni’s chuffin’ boots, what do you need?!
Thrangis: I’m Thrangis, of the Hammersmith Klan. I was hopin’ to find a hand cart so I can get to Kadrin Valley.
Halbrin: You offerin’ to pump the hand cart? Praise Valaya! We were needin’ an extra hand. I had this wild idea to try and send a shipment deeper into the mountains by hand cart. We were just short of a few dwarves to man the whole operation. But, since you’re offering to move this process right along, I’ll allow you to aid this endeavor.
Thrangis: Huh? I’m to work a shipment inland? How many are comin’ with me?
Halbrin: Oh, no more than five extra. Two on the front cart, two on the back, and two ridin’ the shipment. They’re to make sure nothing gets on or off until you reach Kadrin.
Thrangis: You have a wealth of dwarven strength here, why not send them?
Halbrin: Are you mad? I’d leave my platform grossly understaffed! We’d lose it to the grobs within a fort night. I can’t let that happen. I have a spotless record, I don’t aim to mess it up now.
Thrangis: Well, I really need to get there so… aye, sign me up.
Halbring: Wonderful! I’ll get these slackers to prepare the cart right away. Hey! I said to set those beams down carefully! Lift ‘em back up and do it right!
Cornelius: Well this seems to be working out, though not precisely to your plan.
Thrangis: Och, I wonder how much we’re going to ‘ave to bring with us. I hope it’s not too heavy.
Cornelius: Just be happy we’ll be on our way to Kadrin Valley. Now we won’t have to travel the roads alone.
Thrangis: Aye, I guess I should be happy to not be wanderin’ around out there with all these grobs lurkin’ about. I could really use a pint right about now…
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Those beams are a complete mess
Posted by Thrangis The Red on September 14, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/09/14/the-supply-line/
A Quick Stop
Thrangis: We’re already in Black Fire Pass? I wasn’t expectin’ the caravan to be movin’ this fast.
Cornelius: The deep mountain holds must be in great need of supply.
Thrangis: Aye, with the bloody rails down they’re probably almost out. Chuffin’ Grobs. Actually, we’re rather close to a point o’ interest.
Cornelius: You are thinking of taking a detour? Now?
Thrangis: Ah, we should be fine. The brewery of our finest brewmaster happens to be in these parts. Every good dwarf knows he’s out an’ about tryin’ to reclaim his stolen shipments of XXXXXX from bandits, trolls, and greenies. So, I was just wonderin’ if the place might ‘ave any ale on tap!
Cornelius: We are going out of our way for a drink?
Thrangis: This ain’t just a drink friend! It’s a Bugman’s pint! Show a bit o’ reverence!
Cornelius: Well, I can honestly say I have never tasted this brew, nor would I. However, even with my disregard for the imbibing of spirits we do have more pressing matters to attend to. Do we not?
Thrangis: Ahh, quit’ your complainin’. There’s a train depot, not but a skip an’ a hop from the brewery. You know it’s a regular destination for some folk.
Cornelius: I thought the trains were down…
Thrangis: Och… We ain’t going to take a train! I was plannin’ on borrowin’ one o’ their hand carts. They were plannin’ on expanding the rails in this area, so I’m sure they have a few.
Cornelius: So we are going to trek away from our caravan, into the mountainside, to acquire some brew that may or may not be there. Afterward, we shall cross back over where we came from to a train depot in order to use a hand cart that may or may not be there. Instead of continuing our course with the caravan that is moving quite quickly, as you mentioned, to our destination?
Thrangis: The logic of a dwarf sometimes surpasses that of every other race. I’m startin’ to see that now. This is a pint of Bugman’s we’re talkin’ about here!
Cornelius: Oh boy… I wish I was able to rightfully read the stars on this matter. That, however, would take more time than this little trip. Let us be off then, if you must.
Thrangis: To the pub!
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Just a slight detour
Posted by Thrangis The Red on September 6, 2010
http://thrangisthered.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/a-quick-stop/
