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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:41 pm
 Where: The Busthind Mountains. When: A little before midnight. Why: Fellah has been contemplating raising some newer crops lately. In order to find some more diversity he has taken a trip to the Busthind Mountians looking for some new vegetation to cultivate. Who knows what sort of rough and tumble troll he might run into.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:48 pm
Over the past couple of weeks Fellah had been having some trouble with a roaming pack of hoofbeasts. PapaBuff had been doing his best to keep the herd away, unfortunately there were far too many of them to be kept out of all of the young trolls fields. Many of his crops had suffered and withered away from the animals tromping through them, a lot of the plants just weren't sturdy enough to be cultivated so widely, he needed to tighten their fields and plant some new stuff.
In order to find some newer, sturdier vegetation the farmer troll decided he'd have to take a journey up into the mountains in order to look for some new seeds. The travel itself wasn't too terribly bad, he would be able to make it there and back in a day, unfortunately he didn't know how long it'd take to find some new crops. So to be on the safe side the redblood packed up a bunch of supplies and gear. Camping was a rather dangerous past-time considering that if anything went wrong with the tent and they were exposed to the sun the consequences could be dire. It was a risk that Fellah chose to take regardless, and he wrangled a couple of wild hoofbeasts to hitch up to his wagon; he'd be able to let them go if anything happened and didn't have to worry about their endurance as much since he seemed to spoil his own hoofbeasts quite a bit.
The journey was fairly calm and when he finally arrived Fellah was taken over by wonder as he gazed up at the massive mountains, giving out a long "Woooow," as they seemed to go up forever.
Once the path got too treacherous for his wagon Fellah found a cave to hide it in, leaving some feed with the hoofbeasts before continuing on his journey on his own. He hiked quite a ways, backpacking through the trails and proving that the endurance he gained from farming did come in quite handy when put to the test.
There were a few plants here and there that he noticed but none of them looked to bear any fruits or vegetables so he pressed on, unaware what he'd come across or when he'd find what he was looking for.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 12:57 am
Like gunshots, the strikes of Sempur's sticks on his snare drum rang out loud and clear, echoing off the craggy face of Busthind Mountain, his heavy bootsteps landing in unison. Truly, it was a good night to march. With his failure of his lusus out hunting, no longer bogged down by that lazy swine who couldn't even march the 5 mile warm-up seriously what is that, Sempur took the opportunity to venture farther out into his beloved mountains. Not so much to enjoy the scenery, and certainly his playing scared off any fauna, but because someone had to patrol. And there was no better troll for the job than Sempur Livora!
The drum clicks led into a cadence now, his playing swift but as deliberate as ever. It was a rare moment of blitheness for Sempur, or as much as he could show it anyway (so, not much at all), allowing his eyes to slide shut as he continued marching forward, as though led by the drum at his side. He knew these paths so well anyway pfft it's not like anything could surprise him. After all, he was a troll of memorization and routine, rudiments playing out from calloused and scarred hands as he marched on trails he had basically carved out himself.
Say, that'd be nice. To have a trail named after him. The most treacherous track, of course, that only the best of the best could ever hope to attempt. And it'd lead to the peak of Busthind—and the peak of perfection. Sempur almost just barely allowed himself a satisfied smirk at his musings as he focused his sight forward again, when suddenly, whoop, something caught him by surprise.
A lowblood, on his trail! Not just any lowblood, either, but the lowest of the low, probably even a blue's worst enemy. Red. Yes, Sempur was seeing red alright, abruptly cutting off his cadence as he slammed his sticks down flat on the drumhead, one last loud shot ringing out. Teeth bared, he stormed towards the peasant, this patrol paying off after all. "State your name and business!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:32 am
The mountains were fairly difficult to navigate, and the sturdy produce he sought became more and more elusive with the passing hours. Fellah had heard some sort of drumming echoing off the faces of the mountains. It was hard to tell where it was coming from. For a while the bumpkin troll just ignored it, figuring there wasn't much he could do about it if he couldn't see it. Instead he continued on scrounging the scraggly vegetation that was growing between the crevices in rocks and shooting out from the side of cliffs.
It was the silence that Fellah noticed first before the blueblood that was staring him down, staring down his very existence. When he heard the sharp order though he swiveled his head to see the young troll in military reminiscent garb. He wasn't expecting to run into any other trolls up here, though he'd never turn down an opportunity to meet someone new.
"Oh, uh hi there," he said standing up and brushing some of the dirt off of his clothes, He smiled widely at the stranger, he seemed pleasant, glad just for the chance to talk with someone, "My name's Opimus Fellah, you can just call me Fellah though," he extended his hand to the stranger, a friendly gesture that matched his smile well. "Business? Oh! I'm just out here trying to find some new crops to plant. Ya see I've got a farm down in the plains, but there's been an awful lot of hoofbeasts tromping around lately. My lusus can't keep them all away, so I gotta find something new to plant that's sturdier than my usual crops." he explained. He didn't much mind sharing his explanation with a stranger, quite honestly he seemed pretty open, a big difference from most guarded trolls.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:34 am
Sempur stared at the offered hand like it was a personal affront to his honor—because it might as well have been, to think this rustblood considered them equals! Glaring back at Fellah's smile, he swatted at the offending hand. "Perhaps a friend—" he spat the word like it was a bad taste in his mouth, "—would call you that, but as your superior, I will call you whatever I wish! You do not get the same luxury. I will be sir, and sir only."
Gripping the drumsticks tightly in his hands now, the blueblood scrutinized Fellah, the frown never leaving his face. He certainly looked like a farmer, surprisingly robust for a redblood, and Sempur tried not to be impressed with this filthy peasant. Still, at least he was being useful, a trait so sadly, infuriatingly absent in so many trolls nowadays. Sempur's tone was still disdainful as he spoke, but at least now he just looked disinterested instead of disgusted!
"I must commend you, Opimus," ah, he was going the spiteful route with names, "Providing glorious Alternia with sustenance is a fine occupation. You're not completely useless, other lowbloods would do well to follow your example." Still, peering about, Sempur wasn't quite sure he liked this redblood on his precious mountain. After all—"I can't imagine there are any edible crops here." He spoke haughtily, as though he totally knew what he was talking about, but Sempur never was one to stop and smell the proverbial roses when out and about. He just hoped this peasant would get the idea and move on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 2:01 am
Fellah was a bit taken aback when his hand was swatted away, but he didn't really take much offense to it. It probably was his fault, after all he had just run into this troll, he should have known better than to be offering physical contact.
"Oh uh...sorry bout that," he said rubbing his hand shamefully. The fact that he was being horribly talked down to didn't seem to penetrate his mind. He really didn't care what this guy called him, if he wanted to use his first name that was fine with him, "Uhm alright, I'll call you sir then," he nodded not really having much of a qualm with it.
Fellah was excited to be complimented, or at least as close to a compliment that he'd get from a high blood, "Shucks, thanks sir! I sure do try my best," truth be told Fellah was a pretty bad farmer. Not that he was bad at the task, quite the contrary, he was quite good at cultivating the land and crops. He was just horrible when it came to selling the food, instead he ended up giving most of it away. Speaking of, "Oh hey! I brought some of my crops with me to snack on while I looked for some new plants to grow," he said, as if he really needed to snack period. He took off his backpack and started to dig through it, "You can have some if you'd like sir," he chuckled a little. He found it rather funny to be calling someone 'sir', he'd never addressed someone like that before. "Here, these are a couple of the best ones I brought with me," he pulled some vegetables out of his bag and held them out to the blue blood with a broad warm smile.
Fellah didn't seem to get the hint...or he just wasn't listening when he was told there were no crops in the mountains. He was getting swept away in the moment, talking with someone new it was a huge thrill for him. He didn't want it to end.
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