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Mirrored from Sythyry.

“I beg your pardon,” said Mayor Gorsen the next day. “Precisely what has become of my carriage?”

“It’s tumbled over in the stream at the bottom of Burrbumber Bluff,” said Allam sadly. “One side has been stove in, and I don’t think the wheels are in the best of condition anymore.”

“By the spanglio!” exclaimed Gorsen. “My new carriage, with the lacquered panels and elliptical leaf springs! And what of my horses, my matched pair of six-year-old roan mares that I fed on apples every day by hand?”

“Profferty got dragged down the bluff with the carriage. She’s all scraped up on the flank, and has her wounds and injuries. Dillesc fetched up on some bramble bushes on the edge of the bluff, so she’s scratched up but not so bad as that,” said Allam. “She lost her foal, I fear, though.”

“Ach! Accanax shit on the situation!” cried Gorsen. “What hideous angel or insanulous idea propelled you to drive home in the middle of the night? Could you not wait until morning?”

“We hadn’t got a place to stay in Vheshrame,” said Allam. “We’d been too busy at the guild to go find lodging. The only hotels we found were rather dear. We thought to come home to sleep, rather than spending on the city.”

“Ach! Sleep on the streets, by the spanglio! Or prevail on the Cantoozies, or whatever your eighth-cousins-thrice-removed are called, to take you in for the time! Or any other Herethroy family: at that hour they will be too tired to work out the geneological details. Or sleep under the Pillar of Incangiophor, for Mircannis’ sake! It is not yet too cold for that! Just, do not drive your borrowed carriage, with the pregnant mares, across the twisty roads atop the Burrbumber Bluff in the dark of night!”

Allam had no great basis for disputing the mayor’s cry. “I’ve assembled a dozen farmers; we’ll have horse and carriage out first thing after dawn,” he said.

“I suppose that is the best that can be hoped for, under the circumstances,” said the mayor.

And, by dint of the great strength of many stout farmers, both horse and carriage were hoisted to the top of the bluffs. Neither one was in shape to travel by its normal means, so the horse was coaxed onto a cart, and the carriage onto a hay-wain. And so they finally came back to Dren Mafferhame, though more like the first thing after noon than the first thing after dawn.

Date: 2011-11-21 04:57 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] archadia.livejournal.com
What? I am so confused.

Date: 2011-11-21 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
Remember that the farmers drove Gorsen's new carriage from their village to Vheshrame? Well, they came back at night, and they drove the carriage off a (presumably low) cliff, which wasn't good for the carriage or for the horses.

Date: 2011-11-21 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allessindra.livejournal.com
*facepalm*

Is it me, or do these people keep failing their saving throws at the worst opportunity?

Tho I expect they believe they made their saving throw vs having to give Special Payment to the odd Dr Sythyry.

Date: 2011-11-21 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boomstarter.livejournal.com
One grows rather concerned as to whether all these misfortunes are not, perhaps, in somewise attributable to poor judgement. A very sorrowful circumstance, to be sure.

Date: 2011-11-21 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stormydragon.livejournal.com
It's like Kim Bauer was turned into a Herethroy.

Date: 2011-11-21 10:02 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-21 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenscalyx.livejournal.com
Does your world have an equivalent of the Evil Eye? Because I think this family got nailed, but good, by one.

Date: 2011-11-21 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
My translator and I chatted for two-thirds of an hour before I understood the concept. We do not have such a thing per se, though if you want to inflict, say, physical clumsiness on someone, that is straightforward.

But I don't think this family was particularly cursed, simply unlucky. And the bad luck builds on itself: when a carriage-driver is exhausted after a long and dreadful day from the previous bad luck, and trying to drive an unfamiliar vehicle at night, accidents are hardly unlikely.

Still, in the end they move to Kismirth. I hope that doesn't count as bad luck.

Date: 2011-11-21 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tuftears.livejournal.com
Followed by, DOOMED.

Date: 2011-11-22 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
Actually, I believe it was their skill check which they failed, here....

Date: 2011-11-22 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
[Yup! "Drive" skill. Of course, they failed a common-sense roll before that, though that's a roll on their player's part.]

Date: 2011-11-22 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ionotter.livejournal.com
I do believe that depends on what happens in the interim, between then and now?

I mean, if they somehow manage to anger a stray Nendrai-not necessarily Vae-and all get turned into tentacled sugarcubes, ending up in Kismirth might not be enough of an escape to be considered *good* luck?
Edited Date: 2011-11-22 04:53 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-22 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
Nobody's managed to anger Vae lately, or not so she shows it anyhow. She's feeling rather subdued and even horrified by some of her adventures. The problem, of course, is when she decides to make up for it.
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