Free Fortune Fer Ya

“Watch out!” the dwarf bellowed in warning but was too slow to do much stop the cart.

Recognizing the arraignment of a fellow Traladaran–albeit one of the wandering folk engaged in questionable enterprise–Stephan lunged to keep the poor woman from being pummeled by the runaway cart.

His feet were swift, and he veritably tackled the old woman in what he hoped was not too jarring an impact for her old bones. “Ahhhhaaie,” the scratchy voice of the woman pierced the air. “Kitne duuk ki bahaat te!,” she managed to screech as the woodsman made what seemed to be an attack upon her.

The two, flew into a nearby pampoon cart landing, for the most part, on the juicy ripe fruit. The pinkish, yellow fluids from the pampoons erupted in a dying rain, coating Stephan and the woman. The warrior looked about to find the cart’s vendor, but it seemed as though he must have ran off.

The runaway cart continued it’s perilous run down the rough street.

Ludo ran forward to help the old lady to her feet. “Good save Stephen! T’was a close call, that cart would have flattened a dragon.” Turning to the fortune teller he asked her, “Are you all right?”

“Thank ye young man. I be all right thanks ta this strong one ‘ere,” she said with gratitude toward Stephan.

He watched, impressed as Stephen saved the old woman and followed the carts travel down the incline, where it crashed into a building. Luckily, no one else was in danger. He glanced back up the street to see where the cart had come from as he headed to where his companions were grouping together to talk to the old Traladaran woman. The cart’s vendor was nowhere to be found.

“My name be Mafka,” she said as she dusted herself off. “The least I can do for ye kind sirs is render ye fortune. Free o’ charge of course. Who of ye shall lend me yer hand?”

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5 responses to “Free Fortune Fer Ya

  1. 2:33pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Maruc:
    Miklos:
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan:
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 24,920/34000
    Hasan: 24,015/32000
    Stephan: 23,980/32000
    Ludo: 23,500/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo backed away from the old women “my future is my own, maybe Feldard would like his future told – but it includes drinking large amounts of ale, then we know that already”.

  3. Feldard

    The dwarf snorted at Ludo’s comment. “At least I can hold my ale – Ludo. How’s the headache this afternoon?” Feldard spoke overly loud on purpose then turned to regard the old woman. “I ain’t much on mystic stuffs myself… try Stephen, he’s the one that saved ya”

  4. Stephan

    Stephan darted a look at Feldard. He suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands but he wished they were hidden in his gloves–which he’d removed not long ago. He looked at the woman’s face. Her visage was unsightly yet she had such a welcoming, maternal smile.

    Stephan gave a short nervous laugh.

    “Come, my hero,” Mafka gently lifted the woodman’s hand. She moved with gentle purpose, leading Stephan and the others off the street. “No need to be nervous. Bish thauru dow,” her Traladarin tongue was music to the warrior’s ears. The slight woman had a disarming quality about her! Stephan’s defenses started to rise. She might have a poisoned needle!, he thought.

    Mafka’s watery eyes looked into Stephan’s. Her kind brows arched with concern at his obvious discomfort. The eyes and her gentle grip–with a hand that oozed wisdom–were calming. She quickly scribed something with her forefinger on Stephan’s palm and, breathing out, Stephan felt all concern wash away.

    “There, there, son. Your hands are certainly large enough for Mafka’s old eyes! I see I’ll have to read ’round a few scars…” She settled onto a nearby stool and began a strange process of scrutiny over the fighter’s palm…

  5. Ludo

    Ludo looked on in wonder – Stephen he could see was putty in the old womans hand. He whispered to Hasan “no way I want my fortune told, what would you do if you were told something awful”!

    He looked around nervously, carts were valuable items yet no owner had come forward to inspect the wreck at the end of the street, lots of people were milling around, yet no one was claiming the cart as their own. He felt the hand of Golthar was involved. Thank fully no one had been injured including any of his team
    mates. Still he felt anger that Golthar had placed innocent people at risk, in cluding this charming old fortune teller.

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