Pirate Jamboree-manx
The Rode Pie Rats travel west, hauling you along as baggage, and making steady progress towards the Ruins. On the afternoon of the third or so day of this, the gang comes to an early halt and you see something you did not expect.
In a broad grassy field just a few miles from the walls of the City, dozens of motorcycles and trucks are parked. Tents and pavilions are set up everywhere, and a big crowd of tattooed, leather clad people, all dressed in the same gypsy style as your captors are cooking, eating, drinking (kind of alot of this), boasting, laughing. Here and there bargains are being offered and made for various kinds of loot and booty. Two or three fights seem to be either about to start or just getting over with. There's even music and some dancing.
It looks like some sort of wild pirate jamboree is going on. The Road Pie Rats pull into the gathering as if they were expected.
"Axel! You double dealing sidewinder, is that you?" roars a black eyed, black bearded man over the general hullaboo. He steps toward your crew's leader. "I thought I promised to cut your livers out if I ever saw you again!"
Axel only laughs good naturedly at this threat, although one hand does stray casually toward his knife hilt. "I don't think so Bronx, you scurvy son of a dog! I believe its you who owes me money!"
Everyone laughs at this, exposing almost as many missing teeth as whole ones. "What brings your sad sorry lot of inbred scallywags out this way?" Bronx asks with an untrustworthy smile "Don't tell me you be slave-tradin' again!"
Everyone laughs again at this and Axel says:
"We always get the best booty, tradin' with the Bogeys, friend!"
"Aye, aint that the truth!" agrees Bronx "Come have a brew with my crew! We can tally up your debts while we drink, Aye?!"
The two rapscallions head off into the crowd, and the rest of the crew begins to do likewise, slapping some old friends on the back, and others in the face, and generally joining in the revels. One of the crew- the same one who brought you blankets and ravioli the night you were captured- stays behind and cuts your taped hands and feet loose.
"We're too far from anything other than Bogeys for you to go running off, so for your own good don't try it" she warns you "But you might as well stretch your legs and have a little fun before nightfall." She moves off into the crowd as well, leaving you, more or less, kind of, free to walk around.
Interesting.
You look around.There is quite a bit to take in. The smell of barbecue from a nearby stall attracts your nose immediately. You have nothing to offer as trade, but click here if you want to try to snag some on the sly.
Just past the BBQ stand, a bearded fellow in a over-sized cowboy hat is up on a makeshift platform, making some sort of speech to the pirates. He's got a big old book in one hand and has gathered quite a crowd. Click here if you want to see what is going on there.
Or-If you dare-Go ahead and try your luck at running away! Even though old whatshername said not too.
In a broad grassy field just a few miles from the walls of the City, dozens of motorcycles and trucks are parked. Tents and pavilions are set up everywhere, and a big crowd of tattooed, leather clad people, all dressed in the same gypsy style as your captors are cooking, eating, drinking (kind of alot of this), boasting, laughing. Here and there bargains are being offered and made for various kinds of loot and booty. Two or three fights seem to be either about to start or just getting over with. There's even music and some dancing.
It looks like some sort of wild pirate jamboree is going on. The Road Pie Rats pull into the gathering as if they were expected.
"Axel! You double dealing sidewinder, is that you?" roars a black eyed, black bearded man over the general hullaboo. He steps toward your crew's leader. "I thought I promised to cut your livers out if I ever saw you again!"
Axel only laughs good naturedly at this threat, although one hand does stray casually toward his knife hilt. "I don't think so Bronx, you scurvy son of a dog! I believe its you who owes me money!"
Everyone laughs at this, exposing almost as many missing teeth as whole ones. "What brings your sad sorry lot of inbred scallywags out this way?" Bronx asks with an untrustworthy smile "Don't tell me you be slave-tradin' again!"
Everyone laughs again at this and Axel says:
"We always get the best booty, tradin' with the Bogeys, friend!"
"Aye, aint that the truth!" agrees Bronx "Come have a brew with my crew! We can tally up your debts while we drink, Aye?!"
The two rapscallions head off into the crowd, and the rest of the crew begins to do likewise, slapping some old friends on the back, and others in the face, and generally joining in the revels. One of the crew- the same one who brought you blankets and ravioli the night you were captured- stays behind and cuts your taped hands and feet loose.
"We're too far from anything other than Bogeys for you to go running off, so for your own good don't try it" she warns you "But you might as well stretch your legs and have a little fun before nightfall." She moves off into the crowd as well, leaving you, more or less, kind of, free to walk around.
Interesting.
You look around.There is quite a bit to take in. The smell of barbecue from a nearby stall attracts your nose immediately. You have nothing to offer as trade, but click here if you want to try to snag some on the sly.
Just past the BBQ stand, a bearded fellow in a over-sized cowboy hat is up on a makeshift platform, making some sort of speech to the pirates. He's got a big old book in one hand and has gathered quite a crowd. Click here if you want to see what is going on there.
Or-If you dare-Go ahead and try your luck at running away! Even though old whatshername said not too.
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