>>5653472>>5653473>>5653541>>5653551>>5653701>>5653743The blueboard is blocking us.
>>5654754Damnation, I have already written a part of the cart driver song (it took me quite a long time) but you voted for Nirdam... Well, I promise you to make you the song of Nirdam the next time you will stop.
You told the young man to sing about the cart driver who became a bandit and since the brave Bohémond gave him a lute he began to play it in a joyful air before singing in a clear, baritone voice.
-Since ten years I look at, the backside of a cow
I work hard as my ox, and never see a pound
The cart shaft is screaming, a banshee in barrow
I'm rocking in my seat, my soul wanders around.
And at home my wife has, the tastes of princess
Just try to displease her, you are riding to hell
An unlucky marriage and my heart is a mess
And poor luck behind me, something in the cart fell
I work like a donkey but there is never money
Like a blacksmith hammer, the road makes the cart jumpy
I fear that on the way I lost a bag of grain
Our rulers pave the roads, sparsely and scantily
So any invader, will lose his baggage train.
And here comes the Freeguard, a gold coins on the helmet
To make easier to guess, the amount of their bribes.
Their purses are just like, a fountain on a market
And you throw for some luck the last gold of your tribe.
I work like a donkey but there is never money
He continued with playing his lute a bit but before he could begin the third couplet you heard something from the bushes near you. A deep voice.
-Oy, you dere ! Stoop ! I cannot concentrate with dat music ! So stop before me an'my lads bash yar head in until we can't see it, or even hear it !
You unsheathed your sword and began to prepare to fight and you saw a huge man, stronger than you or any one of your men, and taller, with a powerful face. He wore a mask on the lower part of his head but you could see that he had green skin. Was he a saxon man like those that you saw when you fought the wolf men ? And where were his lads ? The area was partially wooden since you were in a small glade, but you could not see his companions. Your men jumped on their spears and told.
-An orc ! And when there is one there are other orcs nearby ! Why have you not seen them you imbeciles.
It was cop who told that and his son Swat answered.
-I was guarding but I do... Ouch !
His father slapped me at the back of his head. You then told.
-An or... Is he a saxon man ?
Bob the mercenary corrected you.
-No, he is an orc, from the orcish lands... But how could he be this far into the Empire. There are some isolated orcs, but a band... And did someone saw them...
