There and Here again: A Halflings Holiday
~By Bernie Bottoms, Year 75
((Closed RP between Bernie, Flannery and Malchus. The name of the ‘Victim” has been changed to prevent “Metagaming” Enjoy the story! Thanks!))
(Present Day - Galmair Harbour at the new Chamber of Commerce Building)
Late in the evening on the 7th of Tanos, Malchus and Flannery were finishing the details of the new luxury apartment at the Chamber of Commerce when Bernie arrived, delivering a Bundle of straw for building.
“I think that’s the last of it,” Bernie said.
Malchus nods his thanks.
“Say, I have trouble with colors. Would either of you help me with a color problem?”
They looked at each other and whispered.
“I’ll wait downstairs,” Bernie dashes off.
From below, the sound of something large being dragged through the tavern and then tossed down the stairs can be heard, a large mass, not hard, but semi-soft like bread pudding.
As Flannery appears in the Saloon, Bernie is sitting in the chair breathing a little. “Oh good!” he says, “Follow me please!” as he dashes down the stairs.
Down below, Flannery arrives at the bottom of the stairs and looks to Bernie as he is looking in the corner, finishing affixing something to the wall. He steps back and throws a pure fire down on the ground to illuminate it. Flannery Gasps. The Body of some stranger hangs on the wall.
“What do you think looks better? This or…” he picks up the pure fire and throws down a poisoned dagger, “This? Or….” Then he retrieves the dagger and throws down a crystal shard, “This?” all changing the color reflected from the corpse’s hanging form.
Catching her breath, she finally says, “Uh…depends what you’re needing the color for?” hesitant at this unexpected side of Bernie.
“Oh! Just to give him a little light and not to disturb customers with any erie glow.” He says mater of factly.
“Um….I don’t know…the green I suppose” Flannery admits.
“Great!! Sort of Ironic actually!” Bernie replaces the crystal shard with the Poisoned Dagger and glues it down, whistling a happy tune. “There you go you bastard!” he says to the corpse.
Malchus arrives just at that time, seeing the body and asks Bernie, “What the Hell?....”
Curious at their reactions, Bernie tries to explain…
A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
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A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
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Re: A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
(Time Flashback – 83 years ago – Mainland between Pennymill and Gynk)
As a young Halfling, Bernie felt proud when his father, Dusty asked him to go with him on his first trade caravan, delivering the finest produce and fruits the Bottoms Clan could provide. Sure, the trade routes to Salkamar and Albar were profitable, but if they could cut out the middleman and get to Gynk across land, there would be more profit for the Clan!
Never tried before by anyone in the Midlands, Dusty had organized carts, mules and even a few mercenaries to convey the goods across land. 5 days it took, and then they arrived in Gynk, selling the best food the Midlands could provide directly. Oh the money was good! Little did they know they caught the attention of the ‘middlemen’.
The second shipment went much the same, 5 days overland to Gynk, no problems. However, on the third shipment, they were ambushed on the fourth day. Rogues and marauders quickly overpowered his few mercenaries and tied Dusty and Bernie up in ropes.
A portly man, emerged from the group, wearing a black robe only marked with a Honeycomb symbol and a Gold pin of an open hand on his lapel. He dropped his hood and hissed at Dusty, “You think you can just go around me? I don’t think so. I run the markets there, not some halfer farmer!” He smacks Dusty across the face. Bernie yelps, wanting to protect his dad, but is unable to do anything but burn the memory of this assailant into his memory. The stranger smacks Dusty again before stepping back. He whispers to his help to dispose of the bodies, and “yes”, he answers "even the kid". They promptly knock the two unconscious.
When they awaken, they are sprawled deep in the deck of a ship bound for Gobaith. A backwater few return from. A place to dispose of people, quietly. Despite their pleas and offers of pay to return them, the Captain of the ship refused, and drops them in the City of Trollsbane.
From that time until the great deluge, (83-75 years ago) Dusty had befriended halfers in Gobaith, started a small farming business, restarted the Farmers Guild, and was even elected Mayor of Greenbriar, catching the Ire of the leader of Trollsbane, a man called Stephen Rothman, who tried to subjugate the Halfling town again, but was defeated in a small uprising there, as Greenbriar declared full independence as a County of Briar, with help from friends at Caelum and Hellbriar. Bernie admired and learned all he could from his dad. Unbeknownst to Dusty at the time, was that word of his successes had reached the ears of “Honeycut” in Gynk.
Now, the official report is that Dusty died of a heart attack one night, but Bernie noticed the half spilled goblet on the floor that night when he found Dusty. A bottle of Elven Wine nearby with a simple label of Honeycut, which disappeared soon after. In his anguish, he thought nothing of this at the time, but time has a way of putting the pieces together.
After Dusty’s Death, Bernie tried to resume his father’s business dealings, but his heart had hardened. He saw the World as a cruel place, where only the shadows ruled by Night, and the Day was but a play of masked people, lying to themselves and each other that everything was peaceful. By Day, Bernie was the happy-go-lucky farmer and merchant like his father, but at night, Bernie organized a thieves guild, “Ronagan’s Rangers” to recruit and utilize the stronger underbelly of Gobaith, to really pull the strings of power. He turned away from his ancestral Oldra, and embraced the elusive Ronagan.
Through illicit dealings, a network of fences and buyers, he quickly raised the money he needed to buy the Glassworks and patronize artists, while providing a front for his illicit business dealings. He was quickly one of the richest people on the Island. Then catastrophe occurred and Gobaith sank below the waves as a series of quakes and Volcanic eruptions destroyed the Island.
As a young Halfling, Bernie felt proud when his father, Dusty asked him to go with him on his first trade caravan, delivering the finest produce and fruits the Bottoms Clan could provide. Sure, the trade routes to Salkamar and Albar were profitable, but if they could cut out the middleman and get to Gynk across land, there would be more profit for the Clan!
Never tried before by anyone in the Midlands, Dusty had organized carts, mules and even a few mercenaries to convey the goods across land. 5 days it took, and then they arrived in Gynk, selling the best food the Midlands could provide directly. Oh the money was good! Little did they know they caught the attention of the ‘middlemen’.
The second shipment went much the same, 5 days overland to Gynk, no problems. However, on the third shipment, they were ambushed on the fourth day. Rogues and marauders quickly overpowered his few mercenaries and tied Dusty and Bernie up in ropes.
A portly man, emerged from the group, wearing a black robe only marked with a Honeycomb symbol and a Gold pin of an open hand on his lapel. He dropped his hood and hissed at Dusty, “You think you can just go around me? I don’t think so. I run the markets there, not some halfer farmer!” He smacks Dusty across the face. Bernie yelps, wanting to protect his dad, but is unable to do anything but burn the memory of this assailant into his memory. The stranger smacks Dusty again before stepping back. He whispers to his help to dispose of the bodies, and “yes”, he answers "even the kid". They promptly knock the two unconscious.
When they awaken, they are sprawled deep in the deck of a ship bound for Gobaith. A backwater few return from. A place to dispose of people, quietly. Despite their pleas and offers of pay to return them, the Captain of the ship refused, and drops them in the City of Trollsbane.
From that time until the great deluge, (83-75 years ago) Dusty had befriended halfers in Gobaith, started a small farming business, restarted the Farmers Guild, and was even elected Mayor of Greenbriar, catching the Ire of the leader of Trollsbane, a man called Stephen Rothman, who tried to subjugate the Halfling town again, but was defeated in a small uprising there, as Greenbriar declared full independence as a County of Briar, with help from friends at Caelum and Hellbriar. Bernie admired and learned all he could from his dad. Unbeknownst to Dusty at the time, was that word of his successes had reached the ears of “Honeycut” in Gynk.
Now, the official report is that Dusty died of a heart attack one night, but Bernie noticed the half spilled goblet on the floor that night when he found Dusty. A bottle of Elven Wine nearby with a simple label of Honeycut, which disappeared soon after. In his anguish, he thought nothing of this at the time, but time has a way of putting the pieces together.
After Dusty’s Death, Bernie tried to resume his father’s business dealings, but his heart had hardened. He saw the World as a cruel place, where only the shadows ruled by Night, and the Day was but a play of masked people, lying to themselves and each other that everything was peaceful. By Day, Bernie was the happy-go-lucky farmer and merchant like his father, but at night, Bernie organized a thieves guild, “Ronagan’s Rangers” to recruit and utilize the stronger underbelly of Gobaith, to really pull the strings of power. He turned away from his ancestral Oldra, and embraced the elusive Ronagan.
Through illicit dealings, a network of fences and buyers, he quickly raised the money he needed to buy the Glassworks and patronize artists, while providing a front for his illicit business dealings. He was quickly one of the richest people on the Island. Then catastrophe occurred and Gobaith sank below the waves as a series of quakes and Volcanic eruptions destroyed the Island.
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Re: A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
(Time Flashback – 75-60 years ago – Galmair)
Bernie was washed up on the shores of Galmair, having bought a small boat and saved most of his fortune, he made a life for himself at the new town. The dwarves, generally reserved at outsiders, seemed to accept him as a fellow miner and he took to it easily, learning all he could from them. Later he founded the Galmair Mining Club with little success, but he was able to explore and make contacts in the sewers of Galmair and try to rebuild his networks.
Every Mas, Bernie decided to avoid the 5 nights of dread with a vacation to the old country, visiting Pennymill and Albar, but everyone he knew had passed. He was still accepted as a member of the Bottoms Clan, but he felt like an outsider.
Finally, on his tenth trip, 60 years ago, he vacationed in Gynk. Memories flooded back to him about the two wonderful times he spent here with his father, and the ambush that sent them to Gobaith that changed their lives forever.
Bernie was washed up on the shores of Galmair, having bought a small boat and saved most of his fortune, he made a life for himself at the new town. The dwarves, generally reserved at outsiders, seemed to accept him as a fellow miner and he took to it easily, learning all he could from them. Later he founded the Galmair Mining Club with little success, but he was able to explore and make contacts in the sewers of Galmair and try to rebuild his networks.
Every Mas, Bernie decided to avoid the 5 nights of dread with a vacation to the old country, visiting Pennymill and Albar, but everyone he knew had passed. He was still accepted as a member of the Bottoms Clan, but he felt like an outsider.
Finally, on his tenth trip, 60 years ago, he vacationed in Gynk. Memories flooded back to him about the two wonderful times he spent here with his father, and the ambush that sent them to Gobaith that changed their lives forever.
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Re: A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
(Time Flashback – 60-40 years ago - Galmair and then Gynk during Mas)
Years passed quickly as Bernie honed his skills, traded and helped with public projects such as the Dark Hole Tunnel. Every Mas, he continued to vacation in Gynk, preferring it’s seedy underside to the sickly innocence of his homeland. He began to make friends, develop fences and start trade deals to benefit the people of Gamair, and himself of course!
This was also the time he ran a newspaper, the "Daily Profit". Times were good and money was great!
Then one Mas, 40 years ago, he was finally introduced to a middle aged merchant of some renown in Gynk, a Patrician, “Mr. Honeycut” a well dressed portly man with a golden lapel pin of a Hand, who simply wanted to open trade between Galmair and the markets in Cadomyr. Bernie agreed but upon reflection later, the man’s image stirred something deep in his memories.
Years passed quickly as Bernie honed his skills, traded and helped with public projects such as the Dark Hole Tunnel. Every Mas, he continued to vacation in Gynk, preferring it’s seedy underside to the sickly innocence of his homeland. He began to make friends, develop fences and start trade deals to benefit the people of Gamair, and himself of course!
This was also the time he ran a newspaper, the "Daily Profit". Times were good and money was great!
Then one Mas, 40 years ago, he was finally introduced to a middle aged merchant of some renown in Gynk, a Patrician, “Mr. Honeycut” a well dressed portly man with a golden lapel pin of a Hand, who simply wanted to open trade between Galmair and the markets in Cadomyr. Bernie agreed but upon reflection later, the man’s image stirred something deep in his memories.
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Re: A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
(Time Flashback – 40-20 years ago – Galmair)
The first twenty years of correspondence with “Mr Honeycut” went well, as deliveries arrived, coin was made and deals struck. Bernie thought nothing of this as he was dealing with other merchants from Gynk and Salkamar too. Goods and offerings increased, networks were made and certain ships with cargos were sent to Cadomyr for their markets, no questions asked.
However, soon Cadomyr outlawed slavery and those ships seemed to stop coming. Profits weren’t as lucrative anymore and Bernie started to write letters to “Mr Honeycut” asking for explanations. The replies were always full of flowery promises of future profits.
One day a package arrived, a goodwill gift basket intended to pacify fellow businessmen to ‘cool down’, Bernie gasped as a Bottle of Elven Wine rolled out of the package with the label of “Honeycut” exactly like the night he found his father! Memories flooded his brain, emotions washed over him and grief. He spent the next few days, a recluse trying to reconcile what he could remember. “Was this meant for me?” he wondered.
After that time, he decided to fight fire with fire as they say. He wrote a letter back to “Honeycut” thanking him for the gift, reassuring him of his fervent wish to continue trade and that he happened to be allergic to elven wine, but thanks for the thought.
The first twenty years of correspondence with “Mr Honeycut” went well, as deliveries arrived, coin was made and deals struck. Bernie thought nothing of this as he was dealing with other merchants from Gynk and Salkamar too. Goods and offerings increased, networks were made and certain ships with cargos were sent to Cadomyr for their markets, no questions asked.
However, soon Cadomyr outlawed slavery and those ships seemed to stop coming. Profits weren’t as lucrative anymore and Bernie started to write letters to “Mr Honeycut” asking for explanations. The replies were always full of flowery promises of future profits.
One day a package arrived, a goodwill gift basket intended to pacify fellow businessmen to ‘cool down’, Bernie gasped as a Bottle of Elven Wine rolled out of the package with the label of “Honeycut” exactly like the night he found his father! Memories flooded his brain, emotions washed over him and grief. He spent the next few days, a recluse trying to reconcile what he could remember. “Was this meant for me?” he wondered.
After that time, he decided to fight fire with fire as they say. He wrote a letter back to “Honeycut” thanking him for the gift, reassuring him of his fervent wish to continue trade and that he happened to be allergic to elven wine, but thanks for the thought.
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Re: A Halfling's Holiday (Closed RP)
(Time Flashback – 20 years ago - Mas, year 74 - Gynk while on Vacation)
Bernie continued to vacation in Mas every year in Gynk, gathering any information about “Mr. Honeycut” he could from his underground friends in Gynk. It turns out that this “Mr. Honeycut” had been involved in undercutting merchants from all over, and even mysteriously acquiring their businesses, accumulating them into an empire of Commerce. His funding sources were vague, until year 67, Bernie discovered he was funded by a group known as the Golden Hand who dealt in Slaves. Bernie’s heart sank as he realized his complicit actions in facilitating them to Cadomyr while it was still legal. He realized that this was the very same man who ambushed him and his father those many years ago, and even poisoned him later. This man was scum and had to die.
Several times, Bernie had tried to get close to “Mr. Honeycut”, but he was a shrewd man with many enemies. He always traveled with mercenaries, guards and even children when he went out. Efforts to sneak into his Estate were always foiled by Dogs, Mercenaries or hidden traps. It was impenetrable! Getting close to him was going to be impossible without help from the inside. Day after Day, Bernie would watch and record the daily routines. One day, he saw a chance. A red-headed slave girl sent out to the market to fetch fresh produce.
Bernie followed and put on all the charms he could to sway the girl. She resisted his charms, but he was persistent. He spent all of year 73 in Gynk trying over and over to charm this girl, always in vain, but her armor was cracking with each passing day. Finally, she warmed to him and they would meet during the market. In hushed tones, he had a small dalliance with the slave girl and professed his love and wish for her to be free, always keeping his real plans close to his heart.
Then finally, during his vacation this last Mas, he hatched his plan. Day 2, he met her in the Market, made arrangements to have her meet him at the service entrance that night to set her free. That night, he arrived at the door, but she wasn’t there. Nervous, Bernie hid in the shadows, when finally, she opened the door to look for him and Bernie stepped up. Apologetically, she explained she had to help the Master to bed, but he was sleeping now. “Go” Bernie urged as he pushed through the door. Confused, she waited, then left quickly. Bernie snuck through the Estate as quietly as he could. He had a layout of the place, positions of the mercenaries and there seemed to be no obstacles in his way to “Mr. Honeycut’s” chambers. It was a lucky night!
As he snuck into “Mr. Honeycut’s” chambers, the large form was snoozing quietly, opulent covers on his 4 poster bed moving slightly. Bernie jumped on top of the form, Poisoned dagger in hand saying, “My name is Bernie Bottoms! You killed my Father! Prepare to die!”
The man gasped and was about to call out, when Bernie’s dagger quickly silenced him with a wild, gleeful look in Bernie’s eye. As the man choked to death, Bernie watched closely, reveling in the revenge 80 years in the making. A Revenge so sweet, it had to be savored! Bernie noticed a bottle of Berry Booze on the nightstand and poured himself a drink, toasting his own success as the man expired. Now came the hard part.
How does an 80 Pound halfling drag a 350 pound human? Very slowly.
Bernie wrapped him in his own blankets and slowly, quietly pulled him to the window to the alley. He cleaned up any evidence and then threw the body out the window to the alley below. Bernie then snuck down through the estate back to the door, exited and went down the alley to a waiting cart. Slowly, he moved and shoved the body into the cart and covered it with Straw. The effort hurt his back, but was worth it.
Bernie escaped through the dark streets of Gynk, avoiding the watch at every turn and being as inconspicuous as he could to the wharf, where his ship was moored. Paying the Captain for his discretion, the crew used a Boom, block and tackle, as they winched the cart onto the boat, stowing it in the hold for the trip home. Setting sail, they quickly put Gynk under his stern as the Captain counted his new coins.
Arriving in Galmair in Elos, Bernie had the cart unloaded and stored it behind the never used Harbor Masters at the Harbor until he was ready to dispose of the body. Finally, in Tanos, the basement was ready for his prized possession. Giving the straw to Malchus, he dragged the body down to his new home.
Bernie continued to vacation in Mas every year in Gynk, gathering any information about “Mr. Honeycut” he could from his underground friends in Gynk. It turns out that this “Mr. Honeycut” had been involved in undercutting merchants from all over, and even mysteriously acquiring their businesses, accumulating them into an empire of Commerce. His funding sources were vague, until year 67, Bernie discovered he was funded by a group known as the Golden Hand who dealt in Slaves. Bernie’s heart sank as he realized his complicit actions in facilitating them to Cadomyr while it was still legal. He realized that this was the very same man who ambushed him and his father those many years ago, and even poisoned him later. This man was scum and had to die.
Several times, Bernie had tried to get close to “Mr. Honeycut”, but he was a shrewd man with many enemies. He always traveled with mercenaries, guards and even children when he went out. Efforts to sneak into his Estate were always foiled by Dogs, Mercenaries or hidden traps. It was impenetrable! Getting close to him was going to be impossible without help from the inside. Day after Day, Bernie would watch and record the daily routines. One day, he saw a chance. A red-headed slave girl sent out to the market to fetch fresh produce.
Bernie followed and put on all the charms he could to sway the girl. She resisted his charms, but he was persistent. He spent all of year 73 in Gynk trying over and over to charm this girl, always in vain, but her armor was cracking with each passing day. Finally, she warmed to him and they would meet during the market. In hushed tones, he had a small dalliance with the slave girl and professed his love and wish for her to be free, always keeping his real plans close to his heart.
Then finally, during his vacation this last Mas, he hatched his plan. Day 2, he met her in the Market, made arrangements to have her meet him at the service entrance that night to set her free. That night, he arrived at the door, but she wasn’t there. Nervous, Bernie hid in the shadows, when finally, she opened the door to look for him and Bernie stepped up. Apologetically, she explained she had to help the Master to bed, but he was sleeping now. “Go” Bernie urged as he pushed through the door. Confused, she waited, then left quickly. Bernie snuck through the Estate as quietly as he could. He had a layout of the place, positions of the mercenaries and there seemed to be no obstacles in his way to “Mr. Honeycut’s” chambers. It was a lucky night!
As he snuck into “Mr. Honeycut’s” chambers, the large form was snoozing quietly, opulent covers on his 4 poster bed moving slightly. Bernie jumped on top of the form, Poisoned dagger in hand saying, “My name is Bernie Bottoms! You killed my Father! Prepare to die!”
The man gasped and was about to call out, when Bernie’s dagger quickly silenced him with a wild, gleeful look in Bernie’s eye. As the man choked to death, Bernie watched closely, reveling in the revenge 80 years in the making. A Revenge so sweet, it had to be savored! Bernie noticed a bottle of Berry Booze on the nightstand and poured himself a drink, toasting his own success as the man expired. Now came the hard part.
How does an 80 Pound halfling drag a 350 pound human? Very slowly.
Bernie wrapped him in his own blankets and slowly, quietly pulled him to the window to the alley. He cleaned up any evidence and then threw the body out the window to the alley below. Bernie then snuck down through the estate back to the door, exited and went down the alley to a waiting cart. Slowly, he moved and shoved the body into the cart and covered it with Straw. The effort hurt his back, but was worth it.
Bernie escaped through the dark streets of Gynk, avoiding the watch at every turn and being as inconspicuous as he could to the wharf, where his ship was moored. Paying the Captain for his discretion, the crew used a Boom, block and tackle, as they winched the cart onto the boat, stowing it in the hold for the trip home. Setting sail, they quickly put Gynk under his stern as the Captain counted his new coins.
Arriving in Galmair in Elos, Bernie had the cart unloaded and stored it behind the never used Harbor Masters at the Harbor until he was ready to dispose of the body. Finally, in Tanos, the basement was ready for his prized possession. Giving the straw to Malchus, he dragged the body down to his new home.
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(Present Day - Galmair Harbour at the new Chamber of Commerce Building)
As Bernie explained the history of this macabre trophy, Flannery was uncertain and ill at ease, although Bernie didn’t understand why. He offered 10 Gold for their ‘discretion’ which she denied at first, but accepted later.
Malchus was a little more panicked though, and after asking Bernie about it, Bernie had to cut him off and assert control of the situation, “Wall it off!” Bernie ordered. Malchus resisted, but complied helping to enclose the figure in his new tomb.
Just before the final bricks sealed him in, Bernie slapped the corpse’s face and spit at him. “Welcome to Hell you Bastard!” Bernie yelled at the corpse. A longtime revenge finally settled. A glint caught Bernie’s eye, as he removed the Golden Pin from “Mr. Honeycut’s” smoking jacket. “Hmm…could fetch some coin I think,” Bernie said as he pocketed it.
He paid Malchus an extra 10 Gold for his “discretion” and work on the wall of course. He then turned to his friends for their reactions….
As Bernie explained the history of this macabre trophy, Flannery was uncertain and ill at ease, although Bernie didn’t understand why. He offered 10 Gold for their ‘discretion’ which she denied at first, but accepted later.
Malchus was a little more panicked though, and after asking Bernie about it, Bernie had to cut him off and assert control of the situation, “Wall it off!” Bernie ordered. Malchus resisted, but complied helping to enclose the figure in his new tomb.
Just before the final bricks sealed him in, Bernie slapped the corpse’s face and spit at him. “Welcome to Hell you Bastard!” Bernie yelled at the corpse. A longtime revenge finally settled. A glint caught Bernie’s eye, as he removed the Golden Pin from “Mr. Honeycut’s” smoking jacket. “Hmm…could fetch some coin I think,” Bernie said as he pocketed it.
He paid Malchus an extra 10 Gold for his “discretion” and work on the wall of course. He then turned to his friends for their reactions….