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[kahn1234]

((Just a little game to get me back into the swing of things.))

You awaken. The pain in your head forced you to keep your eyes closed. You are lying on something hard, but slightly curved. Your head is foggy, and you have one hell of a headache.

What do you do?

[kj1225]

Look around and try to find out if we did anything we're going to regret.

[Gamerboy4life]

Look around and try to find out if we did anything we're going to regret.

+1

[kahn1234]

Slowly, you open your eyes, trying to ignore the ache permeating from your frontal lobes.

The sun blinds you as you accidentally stare right at it. Looking away quickly, you observe that you are lying in the middle of a very wide road, flanked on both sides by very dense deciduous and evergreen forest. You are currently facing towards the forest.

Looking to your left, you see 3 wagons. two seem to have crashed stupendously and the third has somehow managed to lose its two front wheels, and all three are carrying very large barrels. The beasts of burden are nowhere to be seen. There is some sort of light brown, bubbly concoction flowing slowly all over the road and into the gutters at the sides and down the centre.

To your right, you see an unconscious Dwarf, although, of what species you cannot tell from here. Looking for more people, you scan the crashed wagons, and you think there may be some unconscious people mixed in the wreckage.

What do you do?

[kj1225]

Yell to the skies about the good brew that was lost and swear vengeance. And then find some aspirin or something for our head.

[kahn1234]

In the gruffest North Dwarf-like voice you can muster, you draw upon your little knowledge of North Dwarf slang to shout to heavens:

"Damn it aw! th' bevvy is tint!" *ahem*

With that out your system, you then stand, wobbling more than a little and feeling rather sticky, and stagger over to the nearest wagon to try and find some headache/hangover destroying herbal remedies.

Climbing slowly into the drivers area of the first, least damaged wagon, you find several bags. Looking into the first one you reach, you find several bottles labelled:

'Ye Olde Headache Remedye'

Shrugging you uncork the bottle and drink it down. Your headache immediately begins to recede.

What do you do now?

[kj1225]

Begin to salvage what we can. Then find some animals to use for training wrestling.

[kahn1234]

You try to take stock of what can be saved, but it seems only 1 barrel survived. The rest of the booze is tainted/spilled beyond all hope.

As you climb back down from the third crashed wagon, after your little stock taking, you start looking for animals to satisfy your strange craving for wrestling.

As you scan the forest for a suitable wrestling partner, you realise that you still cannot remember who you are, what you are, your past and even your gender, among other things. 'Damn, that must have been some good booze' You think to yourself. Blinking, you turn your concentration on those questions:

Who are you? what are you? your gender?

((You can be anything except a Northern Dwarf)).

[kj1225]

Kyle Johnson the cousin of Urist McTrader. Urist asked us to help with gaurding a trade caravan holding booze in return for us helping guard it using our skills in throwing and wrestling. We are male and a human. We should still have our helmet around here...

[kahn1234]

((OOC: Gonna wait and see if anyone else has any other ideas. I don't want this to be a one man show. If no one else pops in, Kyle Johnson the Guard it is!))

[kj1225]

I just realized I accidentally made Batman. Well, Batman minus the morals.

[Funk]

let be Kyle Johnson the Guard, see to the dwarf and the other people.

[kahn1234]

((OOC: Kyle Johnson it is then!))

Ah, there, you remember. Kyle Johnson the Caravan Guard for hire.

Whilst you quickly search around for your helmet, which seems to be missing for some reason, your mind drifts back to the unconscious dwarf. Giving up your search as fruitless, you hurry back to where you woke up. The Dwarf is still unconscious, as far as you can tell. Old Urist McTrader must have drunk the equivalent of several barrels full to be out that bad, especially when the Dwarfs natural resistance to alcohol is taken into account.

You walk over and nudge him with your boot.

Nothing happens.

You nudge him harder. Still nothing.

Getting impatient, you wind up for a kick. walking back a few metres, you have a good run up. You run full pelt towards him, booting him in the thigh as hard as you can.

He jumps up, fists and feet flying, like someone had stuck a firework up his backside nd insulted his mother at the same time.

"Och buck! fa did 'at?! i'll feckin' skin them alife th' wee buggers fa dared wake me!. Och aye i'll...." Not seeing his supposed enemies, he stops. Turning slowly, eventually resting his eyes on you., he raises one bushy eyebrow.

"Och, it was only ye." He puts his fists down and scratches his mustache.

What do you do?

[kj1225]

Tell him what we know and then ask about our helmet. After that grab some random objects to throw, it's usually about this far in that some nasty monster shows up.

[kahn1234]

"Hey, Urist, the booze is gone" You say, matter of factly, trying to sound as if the fury this Dwarf is about to unleash doesnt phase you.

"Whit! it was yer job tae guard it, laddie! is thaur onie left?" Urist shouts, rattling the axles of the wagons.

"Well, there is one barrel..."

"A barrel!? whit th' heel am Ah supposed tae dae wi' a barrel, laddie?!?" He shouts, becoming more outraged by the second.

"Sell it, i suppose....." You trail off into silence as Urist does his best impression of a beetroot.

"Seel? SEEL a SINGLE barrel!? th' buyer wanted two dizzen barrels!!! Ah cannae seel heem only a single barrel.!" He puts his head in his hands and moans.

"Erm...Urist, changing the subject but, have you seen my helmet? And what happened to us anyway?"

"Nae Ah huvnae seen yer damn helmit. An' did ye forgit laddie? we waur attacked by a load ay those thievin' wee mirk elves. Elves laddie, och, th' shame...." Urist falls to his knees, rocking back and forth, head in hands.

Feeling sorry for the old brewer and trader, you decide that your job isnt done yet, and set about scanning the forest with your eyes to make sure you aren't being snuck up on. Turning in a circle, there is nothing ahead of you, nothing except forest to your right, nothing behind you except the destroyed wagons and nothing to the left of you besides forest and a pack of 12 foot bears....

Wait. Twelve foot bears? TWELVE FOOT BEARS!?!?! A PACK OF?

"SHIT! By the Goddess Poonedmihurder, mistress of lust, gambling, brothels and promiscuity, we have to RUN FOR IT URIST!!"

Your shout of fear broke Urist from his self induced mourning enough for him to spring to his feet, and speed up next to you as you run East along the road.

What else do you do now?

You can turn around and (try to) fight the bears, continue down the road or something else.....