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"Yessir. You're aware ...nobody gave me no equipment, right? Cain't we try a con? We're s'posed ta distract, right? Gotta be a way of doin such without endangerin these kids ..."
"When didja first meet Mr. Fire?"
"Dunno who ya pissed-off, Randrashar Sir, but you, us two hicks, and a couple kids is who they stuck ya with."
Silas here. Playing with my table group today but will try to pm equipment.
Silas remains unusually silent during the rest of the night, watching over Billy and listening to the room.
Silas nods. "The General, probably. The king, f'r certain. And Billy, let's jus you and me wait till we see what the prize them fellas win afore we call the win."
"None of us, nor who fought. When folk are set against one another, the rich win
"Seems ta me one hell oF a lot of gold went in to this. Not even rich folk like wastin this much. Somethin must make them profit. But what?"
"Fun at first, sure. But fights rarely stay fun or even glorious. Just fellas hurtin, and most folk get enough of that eventually."
"Remember, Billy. Them folk volunteered. Volunteered ta be put in charge of us folk. And without knowin a damn but more than we do. Violence ain't a cure all, but some things call for a beatin."
"Now, Billy, watch close, awful as what comes might be. These here decided they was good enough to lead us. Could be one or two might be. But them what hungers for authority often got a deep chasm ta fill. "It'll be easy to watch this and favor the strong as they hurt the weaker. But keep an eye open for smarts. And heart."
"'Swatchya get goin' round vah-lun-TEARING fer authority." Silas spits the last word out.
"Now this right-chere is a bonafide feast. Yes, sir, bo-na-fide. The whiskey's OK for flatlander whiskey."
"Silas T. Stagg. Right pleased ta meet y'all."
"Ta tell ya th'truth, I ain't done much in the ways of plannin' at all. Don't rightly know what ta plan for. Soundin' like strappin some steel might be necessary, I s'pose."
Well, he was raised in a small, possibly-inbred mountain family of moonshiners. There's a possibility the main pantheon are inspired by Dukes of Hazzard characters.
I'm currently inventing my guy's weird family religion.
Silas nods to Winst. "Weren't like I had too hard a feelin about the deal before, what with how some a my stills ended up, but fer that price pa got one hell of a deal! A few thousand buys one hell of an amount a corn mash."
How long have we had to meet each other?
This is a fascinating mix.
Should be good to go.
Ooof, yup. I knew a bar napkin wasn't the best character sheet. Will fix that.
Digger's submission here. My pa and his pa done run shine all up and around such hollers as these. I started messin with the fam'ly recipes and done found an odd gift. |