Orcs of the Red Blade
Tribe Annals => The Campfire => Topic started by: Bamm on January 30, 2022, 04:11:46 PM
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Evening was drawing in Booty bay the gulls where cawing on the evening sea breeze. The hustle and bustle of sailors, merchants, smugglers and pirates was drawing from the docks to the Tavern and small dwellings of the town. A top a wooden platform with rickety gangway planks sat a hastily built or rebuilt hut parts of a gyrocopter sticking halfway though its roof, echoing bangs a loud muffled "noise" coming from its interior.
STOMP STOMP STOMP!...... STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"Shitfire maaan i tell you what this is dang ol great i tell you what!"
Bamm proclaimed his voice imitating from inside a self made diving helmet as he stomped and marched around the workshop in heavy diving boots.
"Maaaan making it pump air into it as i walk was innnnssspired if id do say so myself i tell you what HooooooeeeeEEE!"
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"GEAROID !! GEAROID, BOSS, BOSS, BOSS, BOSS, HEY CAN YOU HEAR ME? I SAID.."
A defeated sigh came from Gearoid the goblin. Bamm's mentor, teacher, friend, subject of abuse to his very presence and adoptive guardian from the time his mother left him there to go to sea.
Gearoid scuttled across the workshop to tinker with something, his metallic crab like legs clinking, his eyes glowing blue, his face palid green devoid of life.
"Bamm the ones that sleep in deep dark blue of the sea can hear you. Grrmm"
SHITFIRE! I could find them thar fellas with this helmet and say howdy! imagine meeting a deep dark fella. AWESOME! I have been told i am a very tall dark and handsome myself! hoooeeeeEEE! Imagine that Gearoid! Gearoid! can you hear me?
Another defeated sigh came from Gearoid as the goblin peered at the ceiling.
"Son dang it when, when are you gonna fix that thar roof! and.... another thing" Gearoid said pinching his nose with his one remaining flesh and bone hand it doesnt count when its your own mother who says your handso... shitffire you what it dont matter none... just, just fix the dang roof.
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!
"SURE THANG BOSS!
hey, hey boss what do you think of this i made it up as i was a walking here"
Bamm produced his banjo and began to play loudly in tune with his stomps of heavy diving boots, the helmet's viewing window only showing the briefest flash of a wide grin. Boomer vocalising with a metallic off key Awooo!