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===Backstory=== | ===Backstory=== | ||
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Reg Margin was an inhabitant of the salted peasant fields beyond {{sal}} and behind Bretton Woods. Being marshy badlands, nothing much grows there and, like many of the local peasantry, Reg supplemented his meagre scratchings poaching game from the royal hunting grounds in the dark woods of Bretton. | Reg Margin was an inhabitant of the salted peasant fields beyond {{sal}} and behind Bretton Woods. Being marshy badlands, nothing much grows there and, like many of the local peasantry, Reg supplemented his meagre scratchings poaching game from the royal hunting grounds in the dark woods of Bretton. | ||
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Reg snatched the figure by the scruff of the neck and was about to do him in when the figure started babbling in a foreign tongue, apparently pleading for mercy. | Reg snatched the figure by the scruff of the neck and was about to do him in when the figure started babbling in a foreign tongue, apparently pleading for mercy. | ||
“What did you say?” asked the great, clotlike giant. | |||
The figure’s eyes widen and he says, with great reverence and in flawless high {{sal}}se, | The figure’s eyes widen and he says, with great reverence and in flawless high {{sal}}se, | ||
“But you are of the {{sal}}! One of the great [[lanchmani]], the legendary traders of the Northern lands! I am so greatly honoured to have been caught by so great a man! As is Lanchmani protocol I [[Give up|give myself up]] to thee! I humbly [[novate]] myself to you!” | |||
Of course Reg isn’t of the [[Lanchmani]] at all, but is one of the indentured peasants who are blessed if they are offered clear the royal sewage, but he allows the figure’s misapprehension to go uncorrected. | Of course Reg isn’t of the [[Lanchmani]] at all, but is one of the indentured peasants who are blessed if they are offered clear the royal sewage, but he allows the figure’s misapprehension to go uncorrected. | ||
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Vlad in the meantime ingratiates himself to the king, with fantastic but delusional presentations about the ''forward'' wealth of the kingdom, entitling him to a yet greater share of its present wealth, and warning him of great dangers in Romania, and encouraging the king to send his army into the Carpathians, where they are beset by brigands and vandals. One day Reg stumbles across the Synthæse. | Vlad in the meantime ingratiates himself to the king, with fantastic but delusional presentations about the ''forward'' wealth of the kingdom, entitling him to a yet greater share of its present wealth, and warning him of great dangers in Romania, and encouraging the king to send his army into the Carpathians, where they are beset by brigands and vandals. One day Reg stumbles across the Synthæse. | ||
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Revision as of 14:50, 19 March 2023
Backstory
Reg Margin was an inhabitant of the salted peasant fields beyond Salomoné and behind Bretton Woods. Being marshy badlands, nothing much grows there and, like many of the local peasantry, Reg supplemented his meagre scratchings poaching game from the royal hunting grounds in the dark woods of Bretton.
One day, when checking his traps, he stumbles upon, a dirty, emaciated and strange alien looking creature feasting roasting a some stocks he has taken from one of Reg’s shorting gins.
Reg snatched the figure by the scruff of the neck and was about to do him in when the figure started babbling in a foreign tongue, apparently pleading for mercy.
“What did you say?” asked the great, clotlike giant.
The figure’s eyes widen and he says, with great reverence and in flawless high Salomonése,
“But you are of the Salomoné! One of the great lanchmani, the legendary traders of the Northern lands! I am so greatly honoured to have been caught by so great a man! As is Lanchmani protocol I give myself up to thee! I humbly novate myself to you!”
Of course Reg isn’t of the Lanchmani at all, but is one of the indentured peasants who are blessed if they are offered clear the royal sewage, but he allows the figure’s misapprehension to go uncorrected.
great injury but Vlad, a quick thinker, offers Reg some of his haul and, which he credulously takes, only to be caught red-handed by the King’s Guard, on a routine audit patrol, of the King's hunting grounds. Vlad leaps to Reg’s defence explaining to the King’s guard that far from Reg having stolen the game, he had in fact just dispossessed thieves of it and was returning to the King. When pressed, Vlad explains it was a nasty-looking Romanian thief.
“Well, who are you, then?”
“I am a victim too! The thief kidnapped me. Reg here rescued me. He is a hero.”
The King’s guard show clemency and appoint Reg and Vlad to guard the forests which they do in return for a generous stipend. Vlad becomes Reg’s consigliere, for the cost of a portion of the King’s Rent (paid first of course). Vlad squirrels away his share, selling it at a mark-up to the other villagers who in turn pay fealty to reg, who pays a slice to Vlad.
Vlad in time persuades the villagers to mind the forest, persuading them for a small fee that they may enjoy the beauty and nature as long as they take nothing and keep an eye out for hunters and poachers.
Vlad in the meantime ingratiates himself to the king, with fantastic but delusional presentations about the forward wealth of the kingdom, entitling him to a yet greater share of its present wealth, and warning him of great dangers in Romania, and encouraging the king to send his army into the Carpathians, where they are beset by brigands and vandals. One day Reg stumbles across the Synthæse.