The Stable Boy's page

ZzZZzZZzZZz-- No! I'm here! I'm here! *yawn* I'm good to go! :D

Potential Titles
* You know, That Guy
* Ugghhh, you again
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Adjective
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Home
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Alignment
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Area of Concerns
* Petty Semantics and Pedantry
* Tests of moral fortitude and/or sanity
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Worshipers
* Probably narcissistic jerks and professional ax grinders
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Domains
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* Travel
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Favored Weapon
* Razor sharp tongue
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Symbol
* Dirty Pitchfork

Sacred Animal
* Hyena, probably.

Sacred Colors
* Haybale Gold and Excrement Brown

I'm working on mine. I'll probably post a redacted version here just to be a tease. :D

Should I do one?
It might be an interesting exercise.

You bet I would! Insubordination, high-risk ultimatums, possible inferiority complexes to exploit! It's a veritable playground of emotional and inter-personal uncertainty!

I'm happy to move on. You can post the big chunk when you feel that you won't loose it.

Onward HO! I'd ask for help with my build, but, well, spoilers. ;D

The stable boy jumps awake. Huh? What? Oh. Ya. I'm here!

The Stable Boy clicks his tongue. That does not bode well. I know you are used to being among crusaders and clerics and others of iron faith and Adamantine morale, Sir Drystan. You are no longer there. Consider this the next time you start giving the event ammunition in the war of public opinion.
The next time you blink, he's gone.

And what if I were to tell you that some of those foes are fighting fire from heaven with fire around the campfire? I have heard whispers of a demon of fire swooping down to scorch anyone and everyone who comes near. A being of terror and fury that strikes without warning. Sound familiar?

His leg bounces to the beat of some unheard tune. There are rumors of a shining demon out here frying people and leaving only a suffering few to tell the tale. Or was it an angel? Anyway, I had a sneaking suspicion it was you. Turns out I was right! So, what's a servant of Holy Ragathiel doing roasting people, anyway?

Near the end of the week, after purging a mortal patrol and leaving the charred survivors to flee, Drystan is about to take wing when a voice calls down from a nearby tree.
Hello Drystan!
The stable boy is there lounging on a thick branch with his hands behind his head and eyes closed.

Do you know why I'm the Stable Boy? he asks. He pauses just long enough for the question to register and for Godwyn to start wondering. The typical mischievous twinkle is gone from his eye. In its place is... sorrow?

Because... I help clean up the mess. he whispers.

The Stable Boy pickes up the corpse of his young counterpart that Godwyn had been carrying and walks to where the pyre was being constructed. He says nothing more than what is necessary for the rest of the time it takes to complete the grisly task.
The Stable Boy uses his tendency to disappear and reappear when Godwyn wasn't looking to great effect. With his help, the pile of corpses grows much, much quicker then Godwyn could have hoped to accomplish on his own. Even grown men seen to be no trouble for the boy, though Godwyn never actually sees the boy carrying men three to four comes his weight.

When it is all done, the two stand before the great pyre in one final, protected silence.

The boy looks for a long moment at the knight. He was utterly spent, that much was obvious. And, in an uncharacteristic fit of mercy, he holds the sharp edge of his tongue.
He steps over to Godwyn and looks him in the eye. For once, he doesn't have to stand on anything tall as Godwyn is already kneeling. Sir Godwyn Blaecwulf. Can you keep a secret?

As Godwyn is burning he comes across one who is not dead. Leaving against one of the posts in front of an inn-side stable was the golden haired boy. He held a pitchfork in his hand loosely with its butt on the ground.
Hello Godwyn. he says quietly.

Go nuts! Do some world building! Make stuff up! I won't mind!

We're waiting on Monkey, I think.

Ok still around. This conversation just wasn't a good time for me to pop in. :(

Amen to that

*kick*

Hey! It's my job to go bump in the night! :P

The Stable Boy raises an eyebrow and plucks a berry from Zarakir. He takes a long moment to respond. I doubt your price is paid, druid. The gods demand their pound of flesh. If I were you, I'd see that they got it before you go full plant.

And with that he's gone without even a whiff of wind to mark his passing.

Awww, shucks. Thanks. :)

Reasonable. responds the Boy without a hint of disbelief. Do you recon that price has been paid? Or no?

The Stable Boy shrugs. Why not. I'll come along. I'm kinda bored anyway.
As you walk the boy doesn't reveal much about himself. Only that he clearly knows more than he likes to admit abbot everything. Seriously, the kid knew one crunch of a leaf from another by how it sounded when you ate it.
He does, however ask probing strains about you. So, what's your story, plant boy? What's you did to get all those fancy vines?

The Stable Boy dodges the question of why he's not depressed and answers only Zorakir's longings. I don't see why you can't go exploring. Is not like these piles of rocks are going to walk off or something. I'll even keep an eye on them for ya if you want!

My word. Nobody! a voice days from just feet to your right. Turning you see the Stable Boy lounging in one of your larger vines.
You'd think they'd at least leave someone to make sure you stayed put. Or at the very least follow you if you left!

I have to go to be now. :)

Congrats. :)

Then move this scene to a ridge just outside of town. :)

Indeed. And it provides a measure of just how far that golden rod is shoved up your butt.
For the first time the Stable Boy's tone shifts and he speaks bluntly.
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin, Godwyn. Not all are as upright as you. he says, then he is gone without even a hint of wind to mark his passing.

Cool. Stable Boy is being his cryptic self and pestering Godwyn. ;)
He might pester someone else after this. We'll see.

Oh, I understand. But most people won't. I wonder, have you thought about what your little display of virtue might cost?

The fact that you're sitting up here could say otherwise. What will the Hellknights say, I wonder?

As the procession makes its way through the city, Godwyn finds himself on a slight ridge overlooking the lumbering wagons.
So, they decided to bring the hybrids back! Interesting. says a laid back voice you recognize instantly.
The Stable Boy lounges on a small wall that surrounds a local store. The height of the wall brings him roughly even with your height in your horse. He looks very much like a cat laying there.
I assume words were had. he glances at you with an arched eyebrow.

He snickers. Same difference.

The Stable Boy, now lounging on the bar with some kind of purple drink (which none of you saw him get or even saw him move), snickers at Anafa's interjection and waves art the group in general.
"Bye! Have fun storming the castle!"

There is a trough off to the side near the pumpkins where the Stable Boy is now sitting on a chair-like pumpkin and pretending to nap. You didn't see him move.

Half way to his pumpkin the Stable Boy stops, looks back at the stable and jogs over to a stall two spaces to the right of Yamyra's. HEY PENCHI! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE! I THINK YOU NEED TO HAVE A TALK TO SOMEBODY! THIS BATCH IS ALL SCATTERED AND CRAP!
Cue Zorakir.
He grabs a pitchfork that was leaning on the post next to the stall and heads in. You can hear him calling, "Wakey Wakey, sleepy head!" in a sing-song voice.

Yes, they are all "stable boy" or something roughly equivalent. You can have get recognize them if you want.

It is too! It's the same as Garcio, or Ippokomos, or Koniuch or any other language you please.
Now, stop being grumpy and go with Ametist here. This is not a bed you want to wake up on the wrong side of. After all, it's the first day of the rest of your life!
He smiles and skips out of the stable toward his pumpkin-seat near the Cup.

The Stable boy returns Anafa's gesture just like he did with Godwyn just minutes earlier, "The Stable Boy. Augustana. No idea."

He then looks to Ametist, "She's confused and asking the normal questions. Just like you did a few minutes ago.

Outside, the Stable Boy (who used to be inside) pokes at another recently risen body. HEY! WE GOT A LATE ARRIVAL! he calls back into the Inn.
Cue our wayward bleeding heart. :)

The Stable Boy rolls his eyes at your host, but obeys and says nothing more.

What God I serve? Oh THAT'S all you wanted to know? Goodness me! I thought you were asking something much more personal! I serve Iomedae on Mondays and Wednesdays; Ragathiel on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and every other Friday (he is a demanding one); Pharasma every other-other Friday, and Groteus on Saturdays.

The boy, though his eyes still twinkle, adopts a more serious tone. Look, Crusader, there are things your mind can't handle right now. As you said, you just came back from the dead. A lot has changed. If you don't get up and go DO something there is a good chance I'll find you curled up in the corner muttering to yourself in a pool of your own excrement, and not even the Bar Maid wants to deal with that. Being brought back after so long would be a shock to a demi-god, much less mere mortals. So, pardon me if there are some things I don't tell you, little crusader. I'm trying not to shatter your soul.
A chill sweeps through the room at his words, though no breeze is felt.

The Stable Boy raises an eyebrow. Look out, Penshi! You've caught a lively one! He sits up on the rafter, his legs dangling like a child on a tall chair. He leans over with his elbows on his knees and ticks your questions off on his fingers, Let's see... I'm the Stable Boy. A Stable Boy. I didn't. It was chosen for me and I happen to like it very much. His eyes twinkle with mischief.

I've always disliked earth elementals... The Stable Boy muses. He is sitting on a rafter above the new guy's table. You didn't see or hear him get up there. He's currently lounging against an angled brace and picking at his fingernails with a knife you didn't see on him when you first met. They're not the sharpest of creatures.

You have your items.

As opposed to their 'target' side. Do try not to mess it up. They get super cranky.