The Appleflow Family

[Nymus]

Reminds you of what?

[Vladdy]

...Here comes a Niko-flashback!

[ImagenAshyun]

I am now truly and genuinely intrigued with this guild, moreso in the family itself. Perhaps on hours off his shift, Kogan may drop by and visit, if out of concern for the farm's state.

[Nikodemos]

Westfall Blues Chapter Three

“Identify yourself!”

The guard’s command was delivered with a sternness attributed to authority. It was also rather pointless in nature.

“Just did, not an hour ‘fore. Still got meh ol' cell numbers on meh under britches ifn’s that’ll do? I’m Appleflow, just like that’n there.”

“Indeed Sir. He is of relation to the detained.”

The smell of fermenting fruit permeated the cell, drawing Wilson's attention as he strode towards the iron bars for the second time that day. The lone guard had been joined by another, a captain judging by his appearance and Markuss conversed with the later concerning matters that more "civilized" folk might have found personal in nature. After a short tutorial in regards to the wooing of womenfolk, mothers in particular, Wilson provided the news he had came to share.

"Made a deal with them there copper counters ya went an pissed off. Ain't gonna be no press'n a charges 'ginst ya cousin." He settled against a wooden crate and peered about the room, experiencing a strange anxiety in regards to the irony; by all past accounts he was on the wrong side of the cage. The guard captain displayed a suprised expression upon hearing the news and left immediately to inform the presiding judge. The former returned to her post outside the cell, leaving the cousins to consort in some semblance of privacy. "Now just be remembering ta keep that trap a yer's shut ifn's they is come'n back round to 'tagonize ya... an dun be forgettin yer pleases an thank yas." At that, his cousin expelled a string of curses particularly suited to the occasion at hand though, for all his bluster, Markuss was no fool; Willy worried little in regards to his behavior in this matter.

“How much coin is they ask’n of ya?” His reply was laced with bitterness, a deep abiding hatred for those who would name themselves better on account of birth. The effect was multiplied by his untamed appearance and particularly foul stench, and odor that overpowered even the tin pail of mash Willy had brought in the event that his cousin’s stay would be extended. He leaned into the bars, his kinsman following suit,speaking amongst each other in hushed whispers.

“Their kind dun need meh fortune. This here ain’t the place ta be talk’n bout what I got anyhow.”

“So what’d ya give em?” A look of genuine concern outlined Markuss’s features.

“Ain’t the place ta be talk’n bout that either. They asked fer the farm… told em it ain’t fer sale, made em an offer more suit’n ta the ‘rangement.” He backed away from the bars in expectation of his cousin’s fury.

“They asked fer whaa!”

“Ya know ta tear the bread up small like an spread it ‘round even like right?” He motioned to the putrid pail in the corner of the cell.

“Yeah, I know ta tear it up! Ya know meh Pa, Light rest his sole, is claw’n at his grave just us speak’n the idear.” Genuine concern had been replaced by an unquenchable rage, fear inspiring despite the man’s ragged appearance. “Buy meh farm, Sum’bitches. Gonna get meh damned scattergun…” The tirade continued for a few moments before his wind failed him and he settled in to a slump against the bars. The guard returned promptly, her suspicions masked by the standard issue plate helmet upon her head. Willy promptly stood and offered the lass a sly wink before turning back to Markuss. “Ya just do yer time cousin an we’ll have ya outta here in a pinch. If’ns something is ta go wrong, dun forget ta be drink’n yer fruit ya hear.” He turned to the guard and scratched at his beard for a moment in thought.

“Is there anything else before you conclude your visitation?”

“Aye, gotta be stay’n in the city till mornin comes ‘round and I’s a wonder’n. Well ifn’s ya good folk would be ill set with meh stay’n here at this fine bed’n breakfast ya got goin… fer ol’ time’s sake. Just dun be forgettin bout meh in the mornin.” Nostalgia had been itching at his bones since his arrival and under the circumstances; well it never hurts to ask.

“I do not believe my Captain would approve. Can you not afford an inn?”

“Suppose I can at that, though meh cousin might like some company though, as it were.” He thrust his hands into the pockets of his britches in a sullen fashion. “An I’s kinda miss’n the smell.”

[Vladdy]

Hnng...Gotta look for some suitable music for this soon.

[Nikodemos]

Need to copy/paste the IC posts into a different thread and do it there.

[Vladdy]

Makes sense... It'll be done, Niko. Don't you worry.

[Nikodemos]

What about chapter 1 and 2? Might do them first and then I'll add the other in after.

[Vladdy]

Done!

[Nikodemos]

Alright. My organizational kiniption fit is now over ;p

[Vladdy]

I've an idea... A Pilgrim's Bounty event; Westfall style. What do you folks think?

[Nymus]

I've an idea... A Pilgrim's Bounty event; Westfall style. What do you folks think?

Depends when. I wish to come!

[ImagenAshyun]

I've an idea... A Pilgrim's Bounty event; Westfall style. What do you folks think?

This has my official seal of Kaproval.

[Ural]

Bring on the apples! And warlocks. Mmmmyes.

[Nikodemos]

Seems fitting.

Also I thought it might be a good idea to like to the IC post. Might want to move it to the lead post though when time allows.

Westfall Blues