Chapter 4: The Will of The Gods (thread two)
Time passed as the small wagon train gently rolled along the road south from Blackwood Village to Thirdgate. There was no stop for discussion regarding the rapidly departed captain, Geekaar apparently content to keep his amusement to himself at the front and leave the group to their own thoughts. Occasionally there was traffic from the south, still the lone rider or two, or a wagon passing by. They did not seem to have the surprised look of people who had see na fey guard shift passed them on a magical horse, so it was very likely that Captain Harrasslesser had disappeared back in to the forests not long after leaving sight.
Many stayed to idly play on the top of the wagon for a while, but while he started making little sparks with his fourth eye to imitate Nym's whirling colour display from earlier, the efforts seem to be impeded and he pretended he hadn't been trying. The day was not brightening up too much, the sky clouding over hiding the sun for much of it. It felt cool, and the little beholder alternated between shivering and yawning. He remembered Ee-Ee, and made a big show of going to check up on the little rodent, though clearly he justed wanted to nap somewhere warm. He did make sure, in his best matronly voice, that Ryn promised to look after Nym and not let Nym spend too much longer up on the roof in case she fell or caught a cold.
Meanwhile, inside the wagon Farren had drifted off in to a heavy slumber, and never reacted no matter how hard a wagon wheel found a pothole or stone in the road. The little rodents around him seemed to have come to a consensus of keeping together for shared warmth, meaning the revenant must have been on the cold side. The rodents made occasional wuffled snoring noises, with Many's occasional light snoring and muttering always underscored by Farren's light rasp of breath.
It seemd, for once, or at least for the first time in over a week, the group had discovered how to have an uneventtful few hours to themselves.
Elsewhere...
A man sat on a chair. He had impressive bulk, even compared to Geekaar. And impressive facial hair, a greying red beard and exploding moustache that Geekaar would envy. Usually the equally greying but still impressive hair on the top of his head was hidden from view in a manner that would allow Geekaar not to be jealous of it, were Geekaar and the man ever destined to meet. Which, most likely, they were not. And this was well, for at the moment the chaotic whirls of his hair were not reigned in tightly in the confines of his dapper hat. There were allowed to bob as freely as his moustache and beard, and therefore all three intruded upon his attempts to eat his pipping hot soup with some modicum of dignity.
The Captain's impressive blue and yellow overcoat, drapped on the back of the chair, was one first victim to his imcreasingly desperate attempts to not feed soup to his folicles. His expensive white velvet trousers were rapidly becoming the second.
His famour, feather bedecked, fur lined hat was far away, hanging on a hook. It would never be put in such dangers by the man.
The Captain, therefore, required additional time to answer the loud banging upon the door. This man who was fighting with soup and lamenting his life while the grouop traveled elsewhwre was never destined to meet with Geekaar. However, fate had yet to roll its dice to decide if The Captain would cross paths with a group of interesting individuals, individuals who could answer the questions that vexed The Captain and made him lament so...
Lol, just a teaser to reassure Meri that The Captain is most certainly someone different, and almost certainly possibly maybe someone you may at some point perhaps who knows really meet some day, eventually, maybe. Or at least walk passed even if you don't realise it :p
Feel free to either summarise what you'd be doing during the dead time of the afternoon, or feel free to retcon speaking to each other while all the NPCs are being boring and being elsewhere for the moment :D
