Epilogue - 014

Epilogue - 014

Turns since TBfGK: 2

They did not stay in Aqua Velva long. As promised, Big Al allowed Jillian to fill her saddlebags. She chose hardtack, nuts, olives and jerky, and bonemeal feed for the gwiffons, enough to keep her on minimum upkeep for five turns. Despite herself, she thanked him and managed to mutter an apology about the fish called Wanda. This led to Al giving her a big, sweaty hug, which she guessed was a reasonable price to pay. He smelled funny. The whole town did, in fact.

Caesar led the stack away into the sky without much discussion. Jillian thought he was brooding on something.

Yeah well, who wasn't?

They didn't follow the water, but turned northwest over scrubby hills that rapidly rose toward a ridge of craggy mountains. Caesar allowed her to trail the stack a bit, with Vinny keeping an eye on her.

Vinny didn't say much either. He simply flew along next to her, keeping exact pace with her while staring straight ahead. She tested him, several times. She'd pull up, or lag back, and he would stay with her as if they were both standing on the same log in a river. But he never looked at her. Never even turned his head.

In less than four hexes, she cracked. "Are you doing that to get on my nerves?"

After a long pause, Vinny finally turned his head, very slowly, and looked her in the eye. "No," he said. "But if I were, you would prob'ly deserve it."

They held eye contact for several long moments before Vinny spoke again. "I am waiting for you to want to talk again."

"Oh," said Jillian. She took up her reins and looked up ahead at Caesar and the other two. They were far enough up that they wouldn't overhear, but she couldn't put her jumbled thoughts together into anything like sensible words.

So neither of them spoke again, until they had entered the next hex.

"If y'd prefer to listen," said Vinny eventually, "I have a rant prepared. I don't usually do that, but this is a pretty good one."

Jillian looked down at the scrub oaks below, and thought about it.

"I don't think I could take a rant," she said. "Summarize."

Vinny nodded.

"You are about to have an audience with my king," he said gravely. "You know what I'm sayin'? I know that don't mean anything to you. But it would be nice if you could pretend to be a person instead of an animal when you meet him."

The air was chilly in this hex, as they climbed in elevation. Jillian hunched forward a bit in the saddle and looked at the increasingly bleak terrain ahead. "I guess it depends on what he wants from me."

"It shouldn't. He's a king. He's my king," said Vinny. "And he's a good guy, too. You should give him the respect he deserves, even if he sticks you in the dungeon. Which he probably won't."

Jillian's mount shivered, a ripple that ran down its flanks. "My father was a king," she said, with bite. "I didn't respect him in the slightest."

"That's your problem," Vinny sniffed. "My problem is that I'm about ta come home from a mission that completely failed, and say, 'Heyyy, King! Meet my new friend here!' And you're gonna walk right inta the royal court and blow yer nose on the drapes."

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DevilDan wrote:
I like the idea of a profit motive behind the RCC--it certainly rings more true than some of the other explanations. But if GK was such a prize, why would Vinny even question Ansom and Jetstone's participation? That a smart, worldly character such as Vinny wonders about Ansom's motivation suggests that he has reason to believe that it won't be such a profitable venture for Jetstone even if things go to plan.


I don't think profit was the main motive. As Vinnie guessed, they didn't liked that Stanley wasn't royal. But the campaign would have had some additional perks: they would have got rid of an aspiring new nation (at least it was with Saline as King and Stanley as chief warlord), they could expand and they could make themselves the hegemony power in this region as leader of the coalition. The capital with the treasure was probably only the cherry on the cake to even the cost of the war.
Joe22c. wrote:
wow, she's got a really well toned ass


Wait, what? Oh, wow, you're right. :o
Cmdr I. Heartly Noah wrote:
she already saved a fox... or, well its tail... as a souvenir!

yep, she saved part of it to defy the stupid naming convention and prove she makes her own fate. she says as much to dies horribly to give him confidence.
moose o death wrote:
Cmdr I. Heartly Noah wrote:
she already saved a fox... or, well its tail... as a souvenir!

yep, she saved part of it to defy the stupid naming convention and prove she makes her own fate. she says as much to dies horribly to give him confidence.

...yes, I know... thus the joke...
i was elaborating the point. not arguing.

in future i'll try not to support your posts...and what joke? there was no joke in that sentence. it was statement of fact.
I didn't think it needed any elaboration... apparently it did

The joke is, she did save a fox after all (or at least part of one), thus fulfilling her name (in a sense) while trying to defy it

(thus your point seemed to be she was defying her name, while mine is that she wasn't, so we seem to be in conflict)
this is what i get for bringing up goblins in a forum that works
"Bringing up goblins" sounds like an idea for a mechanima WoW sitcom...
Growing Up Goblin, starring a bunch of little green guys with frosted hair and popped collar polo shirts?
Carlan wrote:
Growing Up Goblin, starring a bunch of little green guys with frosted hair and popped collar polo shirts?


I'd watch it, just for the comedic gold.