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Butcher of Gadobhra Chapter 479
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 01:04:19 +0000 UTCRolly had never had a time sense that lined up with normal hours. That had only gotten worse when he became a Shepherd in Genesis. Pregnant animals didn't give birth on a schedule and he would answer the call to attend difficult deliveries of a three-headed calf or sextuplet sedge beasts. It didn't surprise Suzette, Granya, or Betty to find him waiting for breakfast at four a.m. or even to have started baking the muffins and bread for them. Ben, Suzette, and Ozzy were also used to him knocking on a window and visiting at odd hours. Since they only slept 2-4 hours on any night, it usually wasn't a problem, and if all the lights were out, he'd visit someone else.
So when Ozzy was woken up by an insistent tapping at the window sometime after midnight, he was a little annoyed. He cracked the window an inch and saw Rolly hanging from the roof and waving at him, then reluctantly opened it wide. Rolly stepped into the room, followed as usual by Squirmie. "He guys, stopped by to talk about the latest gossip and see what you had lying around to chew on."
Ozzy got his kilt and tossed Susette her robe. Then he pointed to the table in the dining room part of their loft, "There are some of the sausages I made from exploding sheep and land sharks we killed in the pens last week. Had a fishy sort of taste so I hard-smoked it and went heavy on the peppercorns. help yourself. I take it Ben wasn't around?"
"Nope, he's up at the keep waiting for an official envoy from the Emperor to show up. That's my first bit of news. They'll be here in the morning, and staying at the Inn. I'll find out more as soon as he gets here. But what I wanted to talk about is our old pal Vernon. He's back in town."
That didn't make Ozzy happy. While the Butcher didn't mind a little creative revenge against people that screwed with him, things turned much darker with people that hurt his friends, especially Suzette, and Vern had backstabbed the whole town, then sold her out to Famco, causing all of them a lot of pain. None of them wanted to see Vern in charge again, and it was the main reason for helping Billy. He looked at Suzette, questioningly, she was usually on top of anything to do with the town. "Did you know?"
"I did. Billy is paying me to feed all of the southern mercenaries, who answer to Vern, while they train in Sedgewick. Vern showed up at about the same time. He's got the Mercenary Captain, Marceline, working for him and helping him get some levels. Still mulling over if it's worth trying for a little revenge. Nothing we do to him in the game hurts him. But pushing hard to make Billy look good with ACME affects his job."
Rolly smiled, "Then I have some wonderful news for you. I was curious about the mercs. The veterans look really rough, and the new recruits are totally untrained. I bribed a few squirrels to hang out nearby and listen in on their conversations. Those guys work for peanuts and are great spies. All the vets talk about is how hellish it was down there, fighting lizardmen every day and dying. Vern barely stayed in control and there were constant rebellions against him from the outlying villages. The new guys are getting basic training and heading south with the vets soon. I don't know the plan, but it's always referred to as 'The Baron's Plan,' which I find interesting."
"And Vern?"
"That's the best part! Billy and Layla are Vice Presidents and Vern is on the outs. He got thrown out of town, and they have a new God-Emperor. ACME wasn't happy. Billy is in charge of him and is using him as part of his scheme. Our new friend, Ricardo, who also works for ACME, is packing Vernon back and forth to Bunny Hill to train. Not going well. Lots of jokes and even the squirrels were laughing at him."
Suzette's eyes got bigger, "And Marceline is the one in charge of training Vern. I thought she was working for Vernon, but it sounds like she's working for Billy and Layla!"
Ozzy was following along, "So, do we help Vern get more levels so we get him out of our hair quicker? Or make his life a living hell?"
Rolly looked at Suzette, "Both?"
She nodded, "Definitely both."
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Marceline was on her third Maple Fizz and trying to find a way to bring the discussion back around to Vern's training. Every attempt to ask Suzette about how some of the Contract Workers in town had gotten so strong, she found herself talking about herself or her soldiers or their upcoming trip south. Except for the brief discussion of Sailor Moon and her preference for Sailor Mercury. She was giving out more information that she was getting, but if there were some secrets to training, she didn't care.
As the barmaid served food and beer to the dinner crowd, she thought back to the information she'd gained from one of her scouts. Scouts was a better word than 'spy', and the Mercenary guild had scouts in every major city investigating rumors of wars, monster sightings, or major events.
"Confirmed this with a few sources when I asked about the big fight between Winter and the Emperor's forces. Duchess Claudia had a significant amount of help from the Baron of Gadobhra, and not just in logistics and supply. Some of the wounded that were sent home bragged they wouldn't be alive without the barrels of potions and magical food he supplied. And the battle wouldn't have been won without the contingent of Contract Workers. Some wild claims there about people fighting off ravening hordes of wolves and ice zombies with a hoe in each hand and no armor. They aren't trained warriors, but they hit hard and can take a lot of damage. Plus, they can lift wagons above their heads, and dig tunnels in minutes. Rumors are starting to be told about Gadobhra. Depending on who you ask, the Baron is either a Warlock conspiring with dark powers to enslave the North or one of the few Nobles who take their oaths seriously to protect the people."
"And interesting news out of Wolfsburg, right before the big battle. They're saying one of the Baron's Butchers came to town, a giant of a man who knocked down a row of buildings and dug out a cabal of Winter Wizards trying to kill the Duchess. Mostly true, from what I can see. There are several bards doing walking tours of the city, pointing out where the first battle took place, the piles of rubble, and the half-melted tower where he cornered the Wizards. Very popular tour right now. The last stop is a sausage shop with the Duchess' Commendation for Service displayed. That's a big deal in the city and means you can tell tax collectors to sod off. Good sausage, too."
She looked to where the Barmaid was putting a big platter of lunch in front of the local Butcher. He was certainly big, but hardly a giant. Lots of players were as big as he was, especially barbarians and half-ogres. She couldn't see his level, just a lot of information about all the quests he could offer and some back story. Maybe he was an NPC and not one of the Contract Workers? Looking at the Barmaid, she had the same problem. But remembering their conversation, the Barmaid had never said she was one of the workers, only that she knew some.
She waited for the Barmaid to return and polish glasses and wipe the bar again, a job no bartender ever seemed to finish. "Look, I'll be blunt here, but I could use some help, and I'm willing to pay back favors."
Suzette smiled, "Oh, no need for favors, but a few coppers for a tip always makes me happy. Can I get you another Fizzy Maple?"
"No, I need help with Vernon Brockmeyer, Unca Varn, the old guy I have to train."
There was a low grumble from the Butcher, and Suzette quit smiling, "Sorry, I don't like Uncle Vern, and neither does Ozzy. I know you're hinting about ways to get him some levels, but he's not a nice person. But don't worry, if he paid you to help him get better, I know it's your job, and won't hold it against you. I don't know why he's back here in Sedgewick, but the faster he's gone, the better."
Marceline looked from the glowering Butcher to the scowling Barmaid, not knowing which one was more unhappy. "That's just it. The faster I get him trained, the faster your Baron ships him back down south and away from here. And it would be doing your Baron a favor."
"The Baron? But Mr. Vernon always says he's the boss!"
Marcy half smiled, remembering the meeting at ACME HQ, "Trust me, Baron William is in charge now. Vernon Brockmeyer is just a cog in the plan. But a cog I need to get in shape. I think you two might be helpful. I asked about the restrictions on Contract Workers and there is no way the people in this town got so strong without cheating. Help me out and I'll make it worth your while."
The Butcher stood up, "Oh, really? Baron Billy is the big boss now? That does put things in a different light. And explains why Vernon hasn't been running around and giving us orders like he used to. This is mandatory training? And not something Vern is happy with?"
"Hell no, he got his nuts caved in and his head stomped by a rabbit yesterday."
Suzette looked at Ozzy, "You know, I'd pay good money to see old Uncle Vern get kicked around by some rabbits."
Ozzy nodded, "Highly entertaining, I remember when he was sending all of us to our deaths day after day trying to break into Gadobhra. Watching him die over and over would be fun. How about we make a day of it? We can take some wine and beer, maybe some sausages and the smoked rabbit I've been making, and have a picnic while we watch. I'll grab a few things from the Butcher shop and then we can head out. Be good for a laugh."
Marceline could tell something was up, but not sure what. Suzette looked at her, without the half-dreamy expression she usually had. "We'll help out some. But just how pitiful is Vern? The only time he was about to fight he turned tail and ran south, stabbing us in the back."
"So bad it's hard to describe. He used his real-world body for his stats and let the system pick his skills. He's got so many debuffs he can barely walk."
Suzette rolled her eyes, "Wow, and I thought Contract Workers had it bad. Have you thought of buffing him up with a few magical trinkets?"
"He can't use a different weapon, not strong enough for any armor except heavy wool, and can't use a shield. I'm open to suggestions, but the type of stuff I'd need is rarely for sale."
Marcy eyed the magical items displayed behind the bar. A spear with extended throwing distance, a shield that offered 50 points of fire protection, and a set of plate mail leggings that increased your run speed. "You have some decent stuff on the wall, but not for Vern, and he's still level 0, so a lot of stuff he can't wear."
"My he does sound as useless in combat as a worker. I have a few items I don't show off, too small and easily stolen. And maybe something even he could wear to protect himself, but dungeon loot can be costly. I've been accepting items from my customers to clear their bar tabs and then reselling them. And a few things come up from the dungeon below the tavern. But I've paid well for these items and need to recoup my costs."
Marcy could understand that she had the same problem. It wasn't cheap to run her mercenary company, and she wouldn't be getting much more than some free food and armor from the Baron until parts of the contract were finished. The first of which was Vern. "Show me something, and tell me how much."
The barmaid bent down and brought a small box from beneath the bar labeled Old Rotgun '57. Instead of bottles of dubious alcohol, she pulled two rings from the box and set them on the counter.
Untiring Rat Slayers Healthy Ring of Karma
+50 Health, +100 Stamina. The user takes double damage from all Ratkin.
Bloody Ring of Wulfen Carnage
Carved from the claw of a Dreadwulf, the ring imparts fury to the warrior who dons it, giving +20 damage to blows dealt in close combat. There is a cumulative 1% chance that any blow that draws blood forces the user into a Bestial Rage. This resets if the user is out of combat for an hour.
Barbarians Loin Cloth of the Mammoth
As long as the user wears only fur boots, fur hats, and this item, they may add +15 to their Physical Mitigation, as if they wore armor.
"Rings like these have some drawbacks, but still sell well for 100 gold pieces each. The first comes from the third level of the Lair of the Under Rodent and the other from that horrid ghoul's dungeon in Gadobhra. I might have a few other items if you're interested. Buy the rings and you can have the loin cloth for free."
Marceline would later wonder how the conversation had gone from maple soda pop so quickly to buying magic items and cutting a deal. It seemed logical at the time. "Not sure I want to see Vern wearing that, but I'm desperate. I don't suppose you'd be willing to part with them until my contract with the Baron pays off. I'll be picking up a 500 gold bonus once I get him to Level 6."
The Barmaid looked sad, "Oh, I wish I could, but I have bills to pay too, and a tax collector was seen in town. The Emperor sends them out to gather the yearly tithe on dungeons and towns, and I'll need either money or magic items soon. I'm sure a hard-bitten mercenary understands the difficulty of making a loan. I don't suppose you have anything to barter for them, if you don't have money?"
"I wish I did. I'm a mercenary commander. So unless you need something guarded, troops trained, or some monster hunted down, it's hard to see how I'd barter my services."
"We might be able to work something out. I know a few people who might want training from a soldierly person. But we're talking late at night, and what happens at the corral stays at the corral."
Marceline nodded her agreement, "I'm running out of time and out of options with Vern. My normal methods aren't going to be useful. There's nothing to motivate and not enough muscle to work with."
The Butcher came in the door. He went to the basement and came back a moment later. "Packed up some 'special training supplies'. But we need more information to work with. If Billy needs Vern for the plan, then we need to know the plan, to maximize his usefulness. And we need access to his stats and skills."
"Fine, but secrecy cuts both ways. I don't want the Baron upset with me for giving out information."
Ozzy grinned, "Not a problem. We only want to give you the most help that we can. What do we care about what's going on down south?"
Comments
Konrad2
peppercorns. help yourself. I take -> peppercorns, help yourself. I take
Nicholas Fabian
When Vern goes back to the forest he should put together a banana republic. The term "banana republic" describes a country where a foreign corporation has significant influence over the government. The term has been used to describe countries in Central and South America, including Honduras, Guatemala, and Costa Rica.
MadRat
Thx for the chappie πππ
Michael Clark
You are correct. I will change that to be consistent. Blame Vern.
Kail311
Thanks for the chapter. What's up with Vernon's last name? I've seen it originally as Throckmorten (I laughed at the word problem reference), then Throckmeyer and now Brockmeyer.
Felix H.
Ozzy getting his hands on vern? Oh this gonna be juicy!!!
Exrotes
Considering his skill breakdown you could probably have him sit in a Palanquin, wear the loincloth and some gear that buffs the party, then make sure he yells at his party members enough, and run him through the Bunny Barrow a few times to level and stack up points in Rant, Berate, Lead from the Rear, Lack of Empathy, and Leadership. Make it punishment duty for the mercs that aren't keeping up with the crowd. I'm pretty sure having him personally kill Rabbits is only giving him points in Ceremonial Mace and Lack of Empathy.
Michael Clark
Listened to Big John many times as a child. Country and Western was 90% of the music in my house until I finally got a radio in my room.
NameGame
With all the rumors going around, it's getting to the point where I'm expecting to find out that Ozzy has a bit of a New Orleans accent and ends up saving a bunch of lives while getting crushed to death during a mining collapse. Could be a crossover with Milo! "At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man. Big Oz." C'mon, you know you want to! You even gave him a pair of abilities from the song! lol There's something the merc commander can offer. A contract for supplies from the Inn while in town and from Ozzy before she leaves. They need supplies anyway, might as well make it official and guarantee that nobody else is getting her business. There's some value in that. Thanks for the chapter!
Engineer4God
Tank oo fur da chap!
Findell
Seems odd they wouldnt let him just do the cow butchering in Sedgewick.
Dudedorey
Old Rotgun '57 ~ Is that supposed to be Rotgut?
Jeremy Young
Thanks for the chapter.
Kensai
Contract Workers are so helpful and so discreet as well. That wonβt come back to bite anyone in the butt. Vernβs loincloth clad butt. And remember, nature has a way of reducing testicular fortitude over the years, so expect sags and flopping. Makes me sad for the poor fluffy bunnies, looking up from ground level. What happens in the corral stays in the corral, indeed.
