The Wild Geas!

[Oro]

The misadventures so far:

1) The Elf, The Troll And The Wardrobe
2) Oh Brother Troll, Where Art Thou!
3) Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Vendo
4) The Dear Hunter
5) The Wild Geas (this one)

As with previously, a teaser ahead of writing the bulk of the story.

Apologies in advance to all the great and honourable as I shamelessly abuse and besmirch their names in the search for cheap laughs.

Without further babble:


The Wild Geas!
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Tir na mBeo was an unremarkable though picturesque village in Lough Derg nestling near the great south road. IT was a small, beautiful village on the edge of light forests made up of whitewashed cottages, delicate gazebos and a large well in the centre and over the road was a perfect view of the great lakes. It was home to around one hundred or so Hibernian souls.

Tiftok was scampering through the village. He was the kind of fourteen year old boy that cliches were made of: spiky orange hair, gangly legs freckled face and clothes that he was assured he would grow into. Funny the way mothers all do that; somehow just as you're about to fit into the current set, you are presented with something new that you are strongly told you will grow into, with the effect that you spend your entire youth wearing baggy clothes and looking slightly thuggish. Tiftok was bored as usual and just as any self-respecting boy would do, was looking for fun. As with most boys, fun to Tiftok translated to adults as mischief. Of course, for it to be called mischief would require him to get caught.
Today he didn't know what to do. He couldn't annoy the instrument maker, Cian, by swapping all the lute strings around, he'd done that last week. Rhian, the dye merchant was now wise to him placing the paint pots above a door left slightly ajar, but only after leaving Tiftok with a memory that he would treasure forever.
As he mooched around the Tir na mBeo well, Tiftok noticed a little lurikeen in gaudy clothes approaching f'Red's house with a large scroll under one arm, and a hammer under the other. Ah, a new notice. Unlike most of the other buildings, f'Red's house faced out into the forest, leaving the back wall facing the village. As a result, over time it had become the unofficial centre for posting public notices and village issues. Mostly it was wine growers, (or 'Winers' as they'd become known) complaining endlessly things that were wrong with the village and trying to elicit support. They were a quarellsome part of the local community, pointlessly competitive. My grapes are bigger than your grapes. Yeh? Well mine taste better. Etc. It had got so bad at one point that some Winers had been burning down some of the notices but since that potentially could take down the house, f'Red had made an example of one by banning him from this plane of existance with an ancient mystical device known as a dirty great bastard sword applied through the chest. There had been no flaming since.
Tiftok adopted that shuffling nonchalant walk that all boys do when they don't want to be noticed, which that subcategory of adults known as parents learn very quickly is a danger sign as subtle as burning beacons along a mountain range indicating incoming armies of the forces of darkness etc. Tiftok was far more dangerous than any army of darkness: he had learned how to smile innocently.
The lurikeen reached f'Red's house and sure enough unfurled the scroll. Pulling a nail from a pocket, first the top left of the scroll went up, then the right, and soon a large garish poster was visible for the entire village to see. The choice of colours were so bad it made the eyes water just to look at it but to Tiftok it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
His eyes widened as he drank in the contents of the poster and his little heart sang as he read.

COMING SOON TO YOUR VILLAGE!

THE AMAZING CIRCUS DE-MA!

THRILL TO WILD UNTAMED MAMMOTHS PERFORMING FEATS OF INCREDIBLE BALANCING!

GASP AS SAVAGE SABRETOOTHS KNEEL TO THE WILL OF 'THE RINGMASTER'!

LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY AT THE FIRBOLG FAMILY CLOWNS!

WOW AT THE SPEEDY FLIPPER-JUGGLING OF TEH SEEL!

LOOK ON IN FEAR AT A REAL **LIVE** CAPTURED TROLL!!!!

COME ONE, COME ALL! LET US ENTERTAIN YOU AND TAKE YOUR MONEY!

After a pause to drink the poster in, Tiftok ran off at full speed to get his friends. This was big news. An actual circus was coming!

The wizened lurikeen watched the little boy run off and quietly said under his breath, "The game's afoot."

[Lakashnik]

OMG I HATE U GIVF ALL THE STRY
i cant wait anymore!!!!

may only been 5minutes but BAH!

[Dracus]

Firbie clowns...yay!

/Dracus

[Jayce]

<Holds Breath>

[Gasoline]

See no Roo...
Hear no Roo...
Beg for Roo

Givf rest of story!!!

[Lakashnik]

lets PM spam him till he caves in and dedicates all his tiem to writing stories for me to read... err us... for us to read... and because he enjoys it....
GIVF MORE

[Healer McHeal]

if he writes it, its worth waiting for, just like the end of Dear Hunter , just wait and be patient, and it will be done when he has the time .

[old.Tohtori]

Originally Posted by Oro

WOW AT THE SPEEDY FLIPPER-JUGGLING OF TEH SEEL!

I'm a celebererity!

[Lakashnik]

Originally Posted by Healer McHeal

if he writes it, its worth waiting for, just like the end of Dear Hunter , just wait and be patient, and it will be done when he has the time .

but i r teh impatients type and i have nothing to do with most of my days.
quite frankly daoc getting boring most of time. so getting another nice story to read would be wubbly. bah may have to visit a library

[Jayce]

Originally Posted by Lakashnik

but i r teh impatients type and i have nothing to do with most of my days.
quite frankly daoc getting boring most of time. so getting another nice story to read would be wubbly. bah may have to visit a library

Play Vampire the Masqerade: Bloodlines.

[Lakashnik]

heh. if i had money to go out and buy games i would.
also if i had a pc good enough to i would (i will in 2weeks huzzah)
anyway i kinda high jacked and spammed oros story thread... sorry.
i thinks no more posting here till he puts more story in. or when people coem to read they will giv up after my umpteenth post of spam.
sorry!

[Tilda]

I like the forums reference, is f'Reds house better than here?

[Oro]

Originally Posted by old.Tohtori

I'm a celebererity!

You were in the last one too, you dingleberry

[Tasslehoff]

GASP AS SAVAGE SABRETOOTHS KNEEL TO THE WILL OF 'Tasslehoff the Mighty'!

Ugh! I´m also a celebrity!

[Derric]

Great start on a sunday morning reading this.