Those damned nightmares!
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2024 1:47 am
Suddenly.....he awoke....young Torben Dungshuvler bewilderedly came to his senses....it had been that damned dream again....the one where that skeletal figure, with the hood and the scythe, had appeared beckoning to him and mumbling something about "The time is nigh"!!
What could it all mean, was this some kind of portents of the future? Yes, he had recently, very recently joined the Free Philosophers Regt and elevated himself to the rank of Hundred-Thane BUT wasn't this the way forward for all budding social climbers in Boldhome....come to the City, get yourself recognised, join the military and then wait for the riches and rewards to start rolling in.....what was all this nonsense about menacing figures in dark cowls, huge scythes and grinning skeletal visages.....especially with the beckoning finger business and said boney finger being drawn across the throat?!!
No, it must only be his mind playing tricks upon him. He is Torben Dungshuvler, proud participant in the recent Hero Quest, an Initiate and potential Godtalker of Orlanth, Aide to a Balmyr Noble and, now, appointee Ferret to the DPH herself.....a man destined to go places and no fear or doubt should be present.
However, on top of this nightmare is the matter of the communications from that Broar Hofarson fellow.....the flurry of letters....the latest one going on about how this Broar was contemplating a return to the City and how he wanted his lodgings back that young Torben had moved into upon his arrival. What was it the letter had said....
"Dearest Torben,
How are things going for you in Boldhome? It's been a good few Seasons now since we first met as I was leaving the City and you were on route to it, I still fondly remember our meeting and all the solid advice that I gave to you.
Word reaches me that you and your Regiment are shortly to depart for the Front....sigh...how I relish the chance to join you but I'm still making my way back and what with me not currently having a Regiment and all that it's not possible for me to do so BUT if you happen to bump into that Quatlu chap or anyone else in one of the top notch units do please tell them that my services as a Healer remain available and just as soon as I'm back I'll be ready to sign up!
What's more, what with me being a God and all that, I regret to say I have this foreboding sense of doom for you...nothing personal of course...though if it should come to pass that the God's call you to greater things and the Lunars 'do for you' I'll be keen to avenge your good name and upon my return to Boldhome your spirit may rest assured that I'll be moving back into 'our lodgings' and getting a statue set up in you memory as a matter of course, for sure I will.
I know that there might be the odd cynic or two....one in particular but I'll mention no name.....who may register some objection but, heck, the mistake or two that I made in the past should remain such and I'll be looking forward to re-establishing myself as a valuable member of society and getting all those old misunderstandings sorted out.
Anyway, good luck to you lad, let's hope you don't get skewered by some Lunar scimitar or Red Moon magic.
Former King of the Broos
Broar Hofarson"
Well, thought young Torben, what on earth does the future hold.....all this fighting and campaigning stuff definitely had it's risks....especially when he had just heard his Regiment was one of those on the Assault approach...but...but...he'd been a good citizen to date....a responsible Cult member...a dutiful servant to Lord Erik....providence and the mighty Orlanth would protect him....it wasn't his time for that Grim Reaper type figure to end his mortal existence.....the lodgings wouldn't...once again....become a home to that One-legged self announced King....would it.....
What could it all mean, was this some kind of portents of the future? Yes, he had recently, very recently joined the Free Philosophers Regt and elevated himself to the rank of Hundred-Thane BUT wasn't this the way forward for all budding social climbers in Boldhome....come to the City, get yourself recognised, join the military and then wait for the riches and rewards to start rolling in.....what was all this nonsense about menacing figures in dark cowls, huge scythes and grinning skeletal visages.....especially with the beckoning finger business and said boney finger being drawn across the throat?!!
No, it must only be his mind playing tricks upon him. He is Torben Dungshuvler, proud participant in the recent Hero Quest, an Initiate and potential Godtalker of Orlanth, Aide to a Balmyr Noble and, now, appointee Ferret to the DPH herself.....a man destined to go places and no fear or doubt should be present.
However, on top of this nightmare is the matter of the communications from that Broar Hofarson fellow.....the flurry of letters....the latest one going on about how this Broar was contemplating a return to the City and how he wanted his lodgings back that young Torben had moved into upon his arrival. What was it the letter had said....
"Dearest Torben,
How are things going for you in Boldhome? It's been a good few Seasons now since we first met as I was leaving the City and you were on route to it, I still fondly remember our meeting and all the solid advice that I gave to you.
Word reaches me that you and your Regiment are shortly to depart for the Front....sigh...how I relish the chance to join you but I'm still making my way back and what with me not currently having a Regiment and all that it's not possible for me to do so BUT if you happen to bump into that Quatlu chap or anyone else in one of the top notch units do please tell them that my services as a Healer remain available and just as soon as I'm back I'll be ready to sign up!
What's more, what with me being a God and all that, I regret to say I have this foreboding sense of doom for you...nothing personal of course...though if it should come to pass that the God's call you to greater things and the Lunars 'do for you' I'll be keen to avenge your good name and upon my return to Boldhome your spirit may rest assured that I'll be moving back into 'our lodgings' and getting a statue set up in you memory as a matter of course, for sure I will.
I know that there might be the odd cynic or two....one in particular but I'll mention no name.....who may register some objection but, heck, the mistake or two that I made in the past should remain such and I'll be looking forward to re-establishing myself as a valuable member of society and getting all those old misunderstandings sorted out.
Anyway, good luck to you lad, let's hope you don't get skewered by some Lunar scimitar or Red Moon magic.
Former King of the Broos
Broar Hofarson"
Well, thought young Torben, what on earth does the future hold.....all this fighting and campaigning stuff definitely had it's risks....especially when he had just heard his Regiment was one of those on the Assault approach...but...but...he'd been a good citizen to date....a responsible Cult member...a dutiful servant to Lord Erik....providence and the mighty Orlanth would protect him....it wasn't his time for that Grim Reaper type figure to end his mortal existence.....the lodgings wouldn't...once again....become a home to that One-legged self announced King....would it.....