06-16-2010, 03:23 PM
Greetings and Salutations.
I suppose I should begin by introducing myself. I am Samuel FarStrider. Brother to Sabastian FarStrider which you may know from times gone back. He has passed on to me his knowledge of the Red Blades of Manderian and conviced me to support your noble cause of building a free city.
To that ends I have taken up the honest trade of Slag Hauler. I would like to share with you my interesting if not comical tale of night time mining.
It all started this evening as I set out to do some mining. Through the efforts of the day I had become worn down and a little tired. I figured the safest thing for me to do was to sit down by the wall of the town and take a breather to regain my strength. I had no fear being safely in the confines of the town protected by its stanch guards. As I sat there i began to here some russeling. Contented in my rest I leaned back and thought nothing of it. Next thing I knew my head was starting to swoon and I was seeing blod dripping before my eyes. I knew it was no ruffian or cut purse becasue I had nothing on me but the cloths on my back the the pickaxe at my side.
I jumped up and looked around for the aggressor and to my surpirse it was a wild pick that had wandered into the town and decided to take umbrage with me. I in no way was content with it trying to take my truffles so I began to dodge out of its way moving closer back into the centre of town.
I drew my pickaxe to try to keep it from me and swung repeatedly but this only angered it more and it persued me with greater intensity. Since I was casuing it no harm and it was swiftly tiring me out I began to rummage in my russick sack to the worn out sword my brother gave me at the start of my journying. With it in one had and the pick axe in the other I began to swing wildly to try and frighten it off. All the while backing into a crowd who began to laugh and jeer with some even encouraging the pig on with a prod or two with spear and bow.
Finally the pig gave up its chase with me retaining my precious trouffles but less my pride over the fool I made of myself.
Since darkness was now decending in earnest I chose to go into one of the nearby huts to nurse my wounded pride and minor cuts.
After a bit of rest I felt invigorated enough to head out to the Quarry north of town. Now after my encounter with the ravenous pig I was watchful of any other denizens of the night that may be lurking at the edges of the light provided by the town.
Having made my way out to the quarry by the light of the stars I found for myself a nice outcropping and set to hacking away. After gaining now more that a stack and a half of usable Granum I guess my pickaxe took offense at its ignoble use as a whirlygig in my efforts because it now decide to break into unusable pieces.
"Wonderful' I thought as I peered back though the dark thinking of the long treck back to the town. So off I started. Pearing left, right and over my soulder as I jumped at every sound or percieved movement. One of those times whlile I had my eyes cast behind me I tripped and fell flat on my face. Now image the sight as I went ass over tea kettle with my bag of ore flying up in the air. Yes, you guessed it. That bag of ore came to land upon my head.
When I came too and started to feel around to gather the contents of my bag to myself I found the carcus of a pig. It made me grin to think that this might in fact be the same pig that harrased me earlier in the night. I took simple pleasure believing it were so. So without shame or remorse I began to use the pieces of my pick axe to slavage what I could from this valiant foe.
With all things put to right and me laoded to bare I staggered into town and straight to the vendor to sell what I could from my oinkered nemisis.
Being I did a poor job with the skins as I was using parts of a broken tool I only gained a few coppers. So I head off to my storage chest to dump in the ore that I gained and pulled out the remaining few coppers I had to my name. I took these and went to the Utilites vendor to by a new pick axe and a torch for good measure.
Now not wanting to burn out my new possession before finding the spot I wanted to work again I made my way to the quarry once more guided only my the shining stars. After Skinning my shins on several new outcroppings I decided to light my torch and check on where best to being my excavating for optimum success. I was in the perfect spot. So out went the torch and as I picked up my brand new pick axe.
As I stood there admiring its balance and getting ready to take my first swing I was struck from behind. My first thought was some rogue snuck up on me and was prepared to take my life. I wqas dreading the thought of the afterlife and petitions of the priests. Would my brother think fondly of my or bemone my recklessness of mining at night.
And then I heard it. Not a grunt. Not a sigh but a damn snort of a pig. Can you believe it. The torch had roused another pig and it too had taken umbrage with me. This time over the disturbance of its slumber. This time I wasn't going to take the chance of damaging the one tool that could be useful to me so I began to dodge away and hope that the rock outcroppings and darkness of the night would discourage the pig from his rampage. Thankfully with only a single blow and several near misses the pig moved on giving no further though after its initial attack.
With a sigh and a repositioning of myself I set to mining in earnest as this night really was taxing on my nerves as much as my body. Quickly I had filled my Russuck with the precious ore just as the pre dawn light began to brighten the horrizon.
I tuned to lug my burdon back to storage once again when I noticed off in the distance several more carcusses of pigs that had passed in the night. I set down my load of stone and ran from one to the next gleaning all usable materials I could.
By the time I had settle accounts with the vendors and storage I had come away with 1 gold, a couple silver and a handful of cuprum coins.
As I laid my head down to rest from my eventful night I must say I didnt do too bad as a Late Night Novice Slag Hauller on his first night.
I suppose I should begin by introducing myself. I am Samuel FarStrider. Brother to Sabastian FarStrider which you may know from times gone back. He has passed on to me his knowledge of the Red Blades of Manderian and conviced me to support your noble cause of building a free city.
To that ends I have taken up the honest trade of Slag Hauler. I would like to share with you my interesting if not comical tale of night time mining.
It all started this evening as I set out to do some mining. Through the efforts of the day I had become worn down and a little tired. I figured the safest thing for me to do was to sit down by the wall of the town and take a breather to regain my strength. I had no fear being safely in the confines of the town protected by its stanch guards. As I sat there i began to here some russeling. Contented in my rest I leaned back and thought nothing of it. Next thing I knew my head was starting to swoon and I was seeing blod dripping before my eyes. I knew it was no ruffian or cut purse becasue I had nothing on me but the cloths on my back the the pickaxe at my side.
I jumped up and looked around for the aggressor and to my surpirse it was a wild pick that had wandered into the town and decided to take umbrage with me. I in no way was content with it trying to take my truffles so I began to dodge out of its way moving closer back into the centre of town.
I drew my pickaxe to try to keep it from me and swung repeatedly but this only angered it more and it persued me with greater intensity. Since I was casuing it no harm and it was swiftly tiring me out I began to rummage in my russick sack to the worn out sword my brother gave me at the start of my journying. With it in one had and the pick axe in the other I began to swing wildly to try and frighten it off. All the while backing into a crowd who began to laugh and jeer with some even encouraging the pig on with a prod or two with spear and bow.
Finally the pig gave up its chase with me retaining my precious trouffles but less my pride over the fool I made of myself.
Since darkness was now decending in earnest I chose to go into one of the nearby huts to nurse my wounded pride and minor cuts.
After a bit of rest I felt invigorated enough to head out to the Quarry north of town. Now after my encounter with the ravenous pig I was watchful of any other denizens of the night that may be lurking at the edges of the light provided by the town.
Having made my way out to the quarry by the light of the stars I found for myself a nice outcropping and set to hacking away. After gaining now more that a stack and a half of usable Granum I guess my pickaxe took offense at its ignoble use as a whirlygig in my efforts because it now decide to break into unusable pieces.
"Wonderful' I thought as I peered back though the dark thinking of the long treck back to the town. So off I started. Pearing left, right and over my soulder as I jumped at every sound or percieved movement. One of those times whlile I had my eyes cast behind me I tripped and fell flat on my face. Now image the sight as I went ass over tea kettle with my bag of ore flying up in the air. Yes, you guessed it. That bag of ore came to land upon my head.
When I came too and started to feel around to gather the contents of my bag to myself I found the carcus of a pig. It made me grin to think that this might in fact be the same pig that harrased me earlier in the night. I took simple pleasure believing it were so. So without shame or remorse I began to use the pieces of my pick axe to slavage what I could from this valiant foe.
With all things put to right and me laoded to bare I staggered into town and straight to the vendor to sell what I could from my oinkered nemisis.
Being I did a poor job with the skins as I was using parts of a broken tool I only gained a few coppers. So I head off to my storage chest to dump in the ore that I gained and pulled out the remaining few coppers I had to my name. I took these and went to the Utilites vendor to by a new pick axe and a torch for good measure.
Now not wanting to burn out my new possession before finding the spot I wanted to work again I made my way to the quarry once more guided only my the shining stars. After Skinning my shins on several new outcroppings I decided to light my torch and check on where best to being my excavating for optimum success. I was in the perfect spot. So out went the torch and as I picked up my brand new pick axe.
As I stood there admiring its balance and getting ready to take my first swing I was struck from behind. My first thought was some rogue snuck up on me and was prepared to take my life. I wqas dreading the thought of the afterlife and petitions of the priests. Would my brother think fondly of my or bemone my recklessness of mining at night.
And then I heard it. Not a grunt. Not a sigh but a damn snort of a pig. Can you believe it. The torch had roused another pig and it too had taken umbrage with me. This time over the disturbance of its slumber. This time I wasn't going to take the chance of damaging the one tool that could be useful to me so I began to dodge away and hope that the rock outcroppings and darkness of the night would discourage the pig from his rampage. Thankfully with only a single blow and several near misses the pig moved on giving no further though after its initial attack.
With a sigh and a repositioning of myself I set to mining in earnest as this night really was taxing on my nerves as much as my body. Quickly I had filled my Russuck with the precious ore just as the pre dawn light began to brighten the horrizon.
I tuned to lug my burdon back to storage once again when I noticed off in the distance several more carcusses of pigs that had passed in the night. I set down my load of stone and ran from one to the next gleaning all usable materials I could.
By the time I had settle accounts with the vendors and storage I had come away with 1 gold, a couple silver and a handful of cuprum coins.
As I laid my head down to rest from my eventful night I must say I didnt do too bad as a Late Night Novice Slag Hauller on his first night.
