Ulgoth's Beard - RP

[Broham2]

[Broham2]

The hamlet is too small to have any formal political structure but Farmer Tom is indeed the closest thing they have to a local leader. "Head Farmer" is not an official title per se, but it is locally recognised as a being a guide for the community, and as such he is usually the one to facilitate and adjudicate at town meetings.

The people of Ulgoth's Beard have always been hardy folk, accustomed to rough conditions and often exposed to pirate and bandit raids. Much as the rest of the farmlands, the locals have suffered from the aftermath of the Amn-Gate war, including reduction of yields. Little trade passes through the town so they are somewhat insulated from the current trade crisis in the Gate, but they are no less subject to taxation, which is always a survival burden on subsistence farmers, shepherds and fishermen. However the real problem out there by the coast is that the hamlet is currently not well protected and the locals are once more very vulnerable to raids from both land and sea. There have been other troubles, too, such as recent rumours of a strange terror in the woods. It is hardly a surprise that most locals are stubbornly suspicious of outsiders.

Radly and Torsen are also local figures of note. Since that first archery lesson they have stepped up a lot to train their friends and neighbours, and they make regular trips to the farmlands to help out and spread the practice there.

http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?p=340513#p340513

[Broham2]

Some marksmen of Doron Amar travelled to Ulgoth's Beard to teach archery to the local farmers, that they might better hunt the game in the woods to supplement their farming activities. At first, their calls were slow to garner interest, but eventually farmers Tom, Radly and Torsen came over to talk to them. They were very reluctant at first to go along with the outsiders, but acquiesced once the elves declared they could keep the bows afterward.

The three lined up and the elves taught them how to correctly grip and draw the bows. It was clear the farmers had never held bows in their lives. After much practice and instruction, two out of three farmers managed to hit the target tree. Assumptions about Elladyr's gender caused one of the farmers to flirt with him, resulting in much embarrassment when he stated he was in fact a male elf.

By the end, the three farmers had been swayed that this was a good idea, and promised to practice on their own and drum up support for participation in future lessons. They warmed to their teachers in general, saying these elves "know a thing or two about a thing or two."

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The two farmers from Ulgoth's Beard, Radly and Torsen, now make regular trips to the farmlands. Their distinctive and enthusiastically bellowed orders echo in the still evening air as they walk up and down the lines.

http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?p=335050#p335050

[Broham2]

There are rumours around Ulgoth's Beard of a terror in the woods this past tenday, and of several farmers and hunters having gone missing. Some say that following a great commotion in the hills and around the edge of town yesterday, the mysterious threat has been dealt with. But who can say for sure?

((http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?p=335050#p335050))

[Planehopper]

A frequent visitor to the town over the years and an avid fisherman of the coastal areas, Halbert Bibbletuck (http://www.bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=26574) has been seen asking the local shepherds and farm hands if he can be of any assistance with their stock or their crops.

He will also heal or aid any locals that approach him while he is in the hamlet.

He actively seeks a meeting with Farmer Tom, after having heard the recent rumors of trouble in the local wood.

[The_Gruff_Stout]

Butch rolls over onto a bed of seaweed and sand. He sits up spitting sand from his mouth and squinting at the rising sun. He reaches to his backpack, looking for his morning nip only to find an empty bottle. Grumbling about how his day is ruined he stands and stomps down to the seas edge and throws the bottle as far as his stubby arms will allow.

“Ye damn'd idjits! Leave'n me 'ere wit a bunch o' lubbars!” He yells at the top of his lungs, “Ye'll dance the hempen jig if'n Butch 'ave anythin ta say 'bout it!” He spits a few more curses out across the sea before turning back to his makeshift camp. Gathering most of what he'll need, he leaves the rest in the lean-to tent.

He spends a portion of the morning trading coin for eggs, milk and other various ingredients from the local farmers. He hunts the wood until almost dusk, bagging a small boar. Before returning to the beach he buys six bottles of rum from the barkeep at the tavern, getting slapped on his way out for pinching a serving wenches bum. After the loud crack from her swing all that is heard is Butch's laughter as he walks through the door.

After stashing his foodstuffs in a pit he dug in the back of his tent, Butch cracks a bottle of rum. Nearly polishing off a third of the bottle, he takes his pole in hand and walks closer to the water.

“Time'ta try these wiggly worms tha' hin sold me. They bes'ta work!” He slides a few worms on the hook and tosses his line out to sea. “There it be. That'll be the spot wut does it!” Butch continues through the night drinking his rum and cursing at worms until he finally passes out.

[The_Gruff_Stout]

A grumbling dwarf steps off a ship on the docks in Ulgoth's Beard. As he makes his way to The Bearded Mermaid, people that pass by can overhear bits a pieces of his rant.

"Waste'd trip dammit! Took me arse ta Roar'nshore'n fer wut!? Nuttin, tha' be wut! Need'a git me'a bottle o' tha' strong shyte fer fergitt'n. BAH!"

As he reaches the doors he kicks out a stubby leg, swinging them both inward. With a growl in his voice he orders a room and several bottles of rum. He pays the innkeeper forward in coin by placing a sack of gold on the bar.

"There be 'nough coin'n there fer'a week'er better, rum 'nough'ta drown'a stout! I'mma leave the empties outside me door. Ye jus' be make'n sure yer replace'n 'em, ye 'ear?"

He takes the first few bottles and heads up to his room to tie one on and get some sleep.

[The_Gruff_Stout]

Those passing through The Bearded Mermaid well past the hour of goodly folk, hear an overly loud and drunken dwarf telling stories of his catches of the day. He stands atop a table in the dimly lit room, fire light dancing off his form as he waves his arms wildly in the telling.

"I'mma tell'n ye! The day 'ad been shyte, not'ta pot ta piss in'er a winder'ta throw it out! But thaar a stout stood when'a monster come'a crawlin frum'da depths! It 'ad the pull o' ten ogres and the fight o' a 'undred stout! Ole Butch plant'd 'is feet in'da sand 'an yell'd a curse ta the Bitch Queen 'erself!"

The dwarf jumps from table to chair, barely keeping balance in his drunken state. He lets out a long deep belch and continues his tale.

"Tha' be when the beast o'a fish jump'd 'is arse frum'da sea an look'd Ole Butch straight in 'is good eye befur dive'n ta the depths once muur! I pull'd 'gainst the devil as he try'd ta flee...but 'is arse was git'n whoop'd 'n me 'aul'd 'is big ole arse ashore!"

Butch puffed his chest as he told the tale. He held his empty mug out to the crowd for a refill.

"Sword face! Ye 'eard me right! Sword face!! Bigger'n anythin ye e'er saw! Go'n ask Barnacle Bob if'n ye ain't fer believe'n!"

As he finishes his statement the drunken dwarf hiccups and passes out cold. The unconscious stout hits his head on the table and another chair on his way down. Snoring can be heard almost instantly.