《The Butcher of Gadobhra》Chapter 23: Road to Ruin
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Chartok the necrobunny was having a bad day. He'd really wanted to make the whole rabbit theme work. No one ever conquered the world with undead bunnies! Just the looks on the humans’ faces would have been worth the trouble.
The problem was, they really weren't terribly effective. He'd gathered up a hoard of about 30 zombie fat rabbits and went to clear out a bandit camp for practice. Score: Bandits 30, Zombbits 2. And he'd even attacked while they were asleep!
He went back to the burrow to see if he could find some tougher ones. He took over a fresh bunny body and walked in. The silly things paid him no attention. It took about ten minutes for him to kill a few dozen and turn them into undead. The first level was full of fat rabbits and ruled over by a "Stout Rabbit". Chartok rolled on the ground laughing. What was next? Big Boned Rabbits? Portly Rabbits? He was never going to make this theme work. He was so glad he hadn't spent points on this theme. Time to go back to working with wolves.
Hmm, what to do with all of these stupid undead bunnies following him. Maybe turn them loose near a village and let the feral undead bother some humans? That sounded fun! He took them over to the nearest village and snapped all of the necromantic bonds he used to control his minions, eager to see what they did.
What they did was start eating grass. Stupid rabbits! Human zombies had a hunger for Brainzzz! but these were hopping around looking for Grazzzz! He was done. Time to head south and find a pupper to take over and build his pack back up.
First though, he was going to spend a few points! He had saved the points he earned getting to Tier 2 in case he found some spiffy bunny only power, but they continued to disappoint. He was a Tier 2 boss now, time to make the world fear him! (Chartok's sheet in Post-Chapter notes.)
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Surveying the scene of last nights little battle, Ozzy was even more confused. What did those guys hope to accomplish by destroying a corral and chunk of pasture? Easy enough to fix. He started dragging the killed sedgebeasts over to his butcher block while Rolly filled in the hole. As he was cutting up the carcasses, Ozzy saw Rolly dragging some large logs over to the broken corral. "Aren't those a tad big Rolly? We should probably go cut some lodgepole to fix that, not foot thick timbers."
"Naw, I got this. I want to try out one of my new Shepherd powers."
Ozzy watched as bony blades sprouted from Rolly's forearms. The things were two foot in length and looked deadly. He took a log and ran the blade down the edge of the log and sheared off a 1" thick plank, then proceeded to turn the entire log into a stack of planks.
"Holy shit, when did you learn to do that? What the hell are Shepherd powers?"
Rolly continued to make planks, easily cutting the huge timbers down. "Oh, I grabbed a perk for increased damage from natural weapons when we got points for killing that wolf boss. That interacts with my Shepherd class abilities and lets me use some new abilities. Pretty cool, isn't it?"
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Frightening was a better word, Ozzy thought to himself, and then shrugged. Rolly had always been able to find weird little advantages in classes no one else bothered with. Looks like he'd done the same here.
It took a couple of hours to repair all the damage. Rolly quickly rounded up a small heard of cows and started feeding them into the re-built corral. The great slaughter began again. Ozzy called a break around noon and started up a fire. "I grabbed some onions and garlic from the garden behind the inn, let’s see how herb encrusted sedgebeast liver tastes."
After frying up the sliced liver and onions, Ozzy tried a bite and grimaced. "Damn, I think that's twice as bad." He staggered off behind a tree. Rolly munched on a slice himself. Five minutes later Ozzy got back, and saw that not only had Rolly finished the pan of meat, he was frying up some more. "This stuff is actually pretty good Ozzy, I'm not sure why you guys don't like it."
"Rolly, aren't you getting notifications about the poison? That much is probably going to kill you!"
"No worries Ozzy. They keep showing up, but my Shepherd powers are neutralizing the poison pretty fast. Getting some nice increases."
You have eaten enough poisoned meat to kill a normal human. Luckily, you are pretty far from normal right now.
You have gained 50 points in Minor Poison Resistance. MPR is now at rank 1.
You have gained 50 points in CON. Your CON is now at rank 1 for a total of 3.
You are still famished. It's like you were eating for two!!
Just then two large wagons pulled up to the barn, each pulled by four oxen. Two Legionnaires in light armor hopped down and walked over. "Greetings citizen. Gustuvus of the Emperor's Legion at Rowan Keep. I understand you have a load of hides for me and another of cured meat." He looked oddly at where Rolly was slicing up more liver and setting it to fry. The smell was horrible.
Ozzy decided to let Rolly enjoy his lunch. "Sure thing. Let's get you loaded up. Mr. Billy said you'd be coming by. I've got 200 full carcasses hanging, and 50 should be cured well enough. Check them out and tell me what you want loaded. I'll load up the hides."
Each wagon had a crew of four men wearing tunics but no armor. Each did have a sword though. New recruits probably. They started to grab individual hides off a stack but Ozzy shooed them away. Easier to just do it himself. Bending down he took hold of either side of the pallet and lifted the stack of hides and carried it to the wagon. Everyone got out of his way. He set the pallet on the end of the wagon and pushed it up to the front. "You want another? It looks like your wagon can hold the weight and I can toss another on."
Gustuvus stroked his chin and took a long look at Ozzy. "That would be just fine, citizen. My men will make sure to balance the loads and stay out of your way while you load the wagons." Ozzy moved a second pallet to the back of the wagon, and then started carrying out smoked sedgebeasts two at a time and putting them in the first wagon. Both were loaded in about a quarter hour.
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The Legionnaire shook Ozzy's hand. "My thanks. That puts us back on the road much quicker than I expected. You have a large enough stock on hand that I'll be sending the wagons down again tomorrow, along with payment of course. Convey my thanks to Mr. Billy. And if you ever have a thought to other employment, please come see me. The Legion would welcome a man with your strength. "
"I'll keep that in mind. Have a good trip and I'll notify Mr. Billy about the second load. The wagons moved off down the road. After they left, Ozzy walked back down to where Rolly was finishing his meal. How he could eat that shit was beyond him.
"Ok, round another bunch up. Might as well keep filling that smokehouse. The Legion seems hungry.”
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Suzette burned. Her head exploded as daylight filled the room. She tried to hide under her blanket but it was rudely ripped away. The light became brighter as Zephyr opened the other shutter.
"Damn girl, how late did you stay up last night. You knew we were leaving at dawn to go herb picking."
Suzette considered throwing Zephyr out one of the windows, but was having trouble just getting up. A mug of tea was put in her hands, heavy with honey. Ok, maybe not kill Zephyr just yet. "Well, maybe a bit past 4am. But I have this skill that doubles my hours sleeping."
Zephyr rolled her eyes. "So, an hour and a half sleep, but it counts as 3 hours. Yep, that's plenty. Well, no sympathy, I’m up, so you get to be up. If we die to something horrible in the forest, you can take a nap them."
Suzette downed the tea in three gulps. "Death, yes! Must look on the bright side. Wow, this place looks so much worse in the daylight when you can see the dust." Last night had been her first sleeping at the Tavern. The room was a long, narrow garret tucked under the eaves. The ceiling was 12' high in the middle, but sloped down on either side to only 3' high. Small cabinets and shelving filled the long, low sides of the room. Currently the room was mostly full of ancient junk that needed going through and tossing away. Derek had told her she could keep what she wanted and toss the rest. Things had been stored up here for generations. Right now, she had her bedroll in a cleared spot of the floor. Cleaning out the room could wait for later when she had volunteers. She had several in mind.
The girls headed downstairs to the kitchen. Granya refilled the mugs of tea and Bettie had just brought fresh bread from the oven and gave them a loaf to split with some fresh butter. Granya leaned back against the sink, wiping her hands on her apron and gave Suzette a nod. "Derek is happy with how things are working out. We went through quite a bit of alcohol last night to the adventuring crowd. When you get back, he'd like to show you the brewery in the basement. It's not much, but it keeps us in small ale and beer. The hard stuff we bring in from down south, along with that Bludgeon Brew crap."
"Will do. Herbs first. Brewing second. Then off to Alchemy school and then back to sling beer all night. Come my young padawan, we have to go find valuable herbs and dangerous beasts in the wilds." Suzette downed the tea, grabbed the rest of the loaf, and they were out the door"
Out in the woods, Zephyr took charge. She gathered each herb or mushroom while lecturing on how to harvest them, and a bit of their use. Suzette paid attention to the lecture, but more to the woods around them. She didn't want to have something like that damn worm sneak up on them again. Eventually, they came to the Phytolaccaceae Belladona where they had fought the thing and Suzette had died. The bush no longer had its juicy looking berries. Zephyr explained they only ripened like that for a week or so each summer and then the berries dried up. They looked like a bright red raisin and lay in heaps on the ground.
"So, these are still poisonous?" Suzette was gathering some up to experiment with.
"Not nearly as much. Birds and small animals will live for quite a while after eating them, then collapse. This spreads the seeds and provides fertilizer for the new bush. Dad and I actually pull a lot out of the ground each year, to keep the spread down. Too many is bad for the area. Dad sent me for some of the potent kind for some work he was doing."
"These have their uses though. They can be used in some alchemy, and I've heard that there is a way to distill some potent alcoholic beverages from them. But you'd have to be careful or you'd just end up with some very dead drunks."
Now that interested Suzette. While Zephyr was getting some water cress and wild asparagus by the river, she put on her light gloves and gathered up a large bag of the poisonous raisins. She was going to be working on alchemy, brewing, and poisons. Surely, she'd find uses for these. They made it back to town and Zephyr waved as she headed home. Derek was waiting for her and she headed down to the large basement under the tavern to start learning brewing.
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