Last time on Crown of the Kobold King, Jock collected some dark wood from an elder darkwood
tree and was then ambushed by a worm.
The creature almost killed Jock but a well placed shot by Scarab ended its life.
Looting the bodies in the tree, the heroes found a map of the forest and a place labeled
as Droskar's Crucible.
The group then decided to head back to Falcon's Hollow for the night.
While in town, they gathered information and a silver longsword that may come in handy.
They learned from an apothecary that special mushrooms are needed to help symptoms of the
strange sickness.
Colonel Cobb noticed the small fox is following him and he finally named it.
While gathering information, the party learned that the founding families of Falcon's Hollow
may have witch blood in their lineage.
Our story continues now!
So, for places that you have not gone to yet, there is the Rogue Lady, which you know to
be a half bordello half casino of sorts.
It is a games hall slash what's the word for that?
Brothel?
Brothel, thank you.
Wouldn't mind, yeah I forgot that is something that is on Scarab's mind is speaking to someone
who has been sick and or somebody who knows someone who is sick just want to find some
common threads to see if this comes from food comes from the forest.
Gotcha.
Something.
Other places they haven't been to yet is the Woodwill, which is a general store.
You have not been to the Cut Yard, which is where you know payday to largely hang around.
It's where he's in charge.
That's a topic.
There's also, let me see, you've not been to Jack and Apes, which Scarab you know is
a peculiar sort of name store of interests that is run by a strange gnome.
The shelves themselves are kind of like you know them to be largely disorganized and he's
not even fully aware of all the inventory that he keeps.
Okay.
Actually, it sounds like you'd be.
I'm sorry that is the Goose and Gander is the one that is that I just described.
Loosen.
Jack and Apes is actually.
Goose and Gander is.
The Town's Inn and that's where they offer food lodgings.
What's the dang grocery chain in Stardew Valley?
What?
It's Piers.
No, not Piers.
Oh, Joja.
Yeah, that's Goose and Gander.
It's Joja Mart.
To Scarab.
I have to say.
That's a strange guy.
He doesn't even look at his inventory.
For the people that like at Paizo naming the general store Woodwill I think is fantastic.
Oh yeah.
Goodwill.
Oh yeah.
It's a Goodwill but for a logging town.
Creed Manor is like the size of four people's houses in this town.
Yes, it is prominent and as you'll notice it is surrounded by high walls as well.
It's not actually shown on the map.
But the actual manor or the walls going around the town.
So that's the.
Is it outside those walls or is it also walled itself?
It is just beyond the town but it itself is walled.
I think we can see it because there's like the big fountain unless the walls go further
out from the fountain.
You guys do see it when you come into town because you come up to that north gate there
when you come back into town.
But as you're walking by you notice that they have massive walls.
The walls themselves are like 10 feet tall constructed of large vertically aligned logs
that have been shaved to a point at the top.
It's really good.
It makes it hard to see the manor itself but even with those tall walls you can see the
imposing figure of the large structure and you can't help but notice as you walk by that
there are armed guards patrolling the upper stories walking along a like a parapet that
goes around the outside of the building itself and they're armed with crossbows.
I was yeah.
OK.
I was going to ask armed with swords or crossbows.
Yeah.
Something I was going to ask.
I see below the manor or a bunch of smaller houses.
I was curious what what you know are those probably servants poorer or richer houses
or they people that work at the manor.
So I would say that the if you know the walls that scarab sees around the manor now are
not new but they are new or if that makes sense scarab.
You remember a time in which there were not walls around the creed manor but there have
been walls around them.
I'm sorry.
How old is scarab again.
Thirty thirty.
Yeah.
Do you know that the walls became a construction after.
It's probably been he's probably known this town for a few years at least.
I'm curious about the state of the people compared to who lives within that residence.
You know like are they just keeping everything to themselves.
Oh yeah.
I'm most curious if they're poisoning their people on purpose.
You know personally I think it would actually be kind of fun to talk to the creeds.
See what they have to say.
They might slip up and give us info.
If we can.
That's right there.
Let's go knock on the walls.
We don't have to go front door just find a window.
Crack that baby open.
Do your wings work.
Can you fly.
No no just down.
Cob corn I don't know that you would really be the adequate choice if you will of going
through a window in a bit of like subterfuge if you will you clatter quite a bit.
Oh yeah I'm just joking.
They'd kill us.
Scarab is pretty small though.
If you could get me over the wall I might be able to sneak.
No we don't have to go over the wall.
Just exit out the north gate.
Hang a left.
Boom.
Sharkalaka we're there.
I think that it might be.
It'd be better if we were a bit more forthcoming and just went and knocked on the door.
Worst case scenario what they say no.
You know.
Very true.
That means they have something to hide.
Maybe they give tours like they're doing the White House.
The White House.
Where is this White House.
Earth.
I didn't know you were so well traveled.
I've read of different planes.
I didn't know you were so well read.
Oh thanks.
We should go to Earth sometime.
Oh fuck this adventure.
Let's go to Earth.
All expenses paid trip to Earth.
Goatee open the portal.
I want to go to modern day New York.
That's our God just the only air.
Goatee.
Please.
I just want to go to Earth.
Teleport in the middle of the highway just to immediately get run over.
To let us roll for it first.
I'm down to go to the house.
I think we've decided that we want to go to the Creed's house.
Okay.
Hope you're not prepared for it.
Trying to remember where y'all were last.
We were just kind of wandering around talking to people.
I was talking to people about the Creed's.
So I'm probably pretty close to the manor.
They were talking, they were asking people about the sickness.
About what are we calling it?
Twinkles.
The twinkles.
About the twinkles.
But we don't know that it's spreading.
We wouldn't know that the twinkles name is spreading.
It makes our men effeminate.
Their hair falls out but only on their chest.
On that note, considering that Jacques is away from Scarab and Kornkob, has he heard
anything about the twinkles?
Oh, roll to gather information.
Roll for hearing.
You're deaf.
Every conversation.
What was that?
As you listen closely, all you hear is...
So what am I rolling?
Society.
Eighteen.
And you were trying to gather information on...
I was just wondering if I've heard anyone talk about twinkles.
Or anyone say the name of the sickness.
You're kind of listening in on a few people trying to ask around if they've heard anything
about a sickness.
And for the most part, people tell you more of the same of what you've been hearing.
But you do end up in one or two conversations where somebody mentions the name twinkles.
Where somebody's like, oh, you mean the twinkles?
Oh, yeah, the Jameson family, their son, did you hear?
Got the twinkles.
But it's just barely...
You're talking like maybe two out of every ten conversations.
Okay, well, Jacques is going to find his way back to Kornkob and Scarab.
Need to follow that lead on the Jameson son.
Let's go find the boy.
Why are you sick, boy?
Please, boy, wake up.
Why are you sick?
Jacques kind of walks up to him.
Cop corn.
Hey, over here.
Yelling at you from three houses away.
Yes.
How's it going?
I can see you.
That's why I said your name.
What?
Come closer.
Sure is hot today.
Jacques will walk up.
I asked around about the Koreans.
I think it might be worth going to pay them a visit.
Yeah, we're here.
Also, I did come across a few people talking about this illness.
They said that they're...
Much of what the alchemist or whatever she was said, it's very tired.
But I did hear a name for it.
People were calling it Twinkles.
Twinkles!
Strange name for me.
That's a weird coincidence.
Anyway, you want to go check out these creos?
It's the Creed's.
Yeah, I think it could be worth the trip just to see if they'll speak to us.
Maybe they know anything about it.
Or if they know anything about the other strange things happening about a wolf setting traps.
If they even know anything about their town.
If they don't know, then they should know since they're practically running the place.
Agreed.
Good idea.
I will say, and Jock kind of lowers his voice, we should be careful about how we approach this.
It seems like the poor folk aren't big fans of these creos.
Interesting.
Well, we should go find out why.
I'm pretty poor.
I'm indifferent.
That's probably because I don't know anything.
Yeah, that's probably it.
The walls are getting taller.
We should go now before they fully encase themselves in this house.
Right, right.
I believe they're starving their people out.
That's what this feels like.
But why would they do that when the people are their economy?
No money!
They're poor, they don't have any money!
So why would they care?
Keeping the people down.
This has become very political.
As you make your way northwest towards the Creed Family Manor, you soon find yourself in front of a large wooden gate.
It is a tower that blocks the road, recently constructed, and on the very top you see armed crossbowmen patrolling.
The road is blocked by a large gate made of wood, and there appears to be a slat in the middle of it.
Karl Cobb just walks, waves at the archers, and tries to open the gate.
It doesn't budge.
Excuse me, gentlemen, mind getting this gate? It seems like it's stuck.
One of the crossbowmen kind of like peers over the edge.
You see his head look down at you before he disappears over the railing again.
And moments later the slat opens up on the door in front of you.
Password!
Oh, I can't fit through that.
And then the slat shuts.
Oops.
Password.
What's the name?
Do we have a name for the owner of the house?
Or just the Creed Family?
Horson, Holton.
I don't remember.
Was I close?
The first thing in these letters.
I know I have it in my notes.
Pretty good.
Horsons.
Yeah.
I don't know if these guys are going to...
We don't have like a good reason to be here.
Saldrin?
Saldrin. Saldrin Creed.
Thuldrin.
Okay, it wasn't O-N ending.
I don't know, you had like Bing Bong or something like that before.
Didn't you say you actually heard like Philbo?
Instead of Thuldrin?
It's T-H-U-L-D-R-I-N.
Thuldrin Creed.
You would have known from gathering information that Thuldrin is the head of the Creed Family.
He has a son, doesn't he?
Yes.
Jiren Creed.
They are the last two remaining Creeds in existence.
And the Creeds are the sole owners of the chopping rights.
And therefore they are in essence the power of the town.
Because without the rights to chop, the lumber consortium cannot exist here.
And if the lumber consortium cannot exist, the town has no more work and no more income.
I think the password is Creed Rocks, but Rocks is spelled R-O-X-X and then 6-9-6-9.
We could try that, or we could just say we want to apply for...you know what?
Yeah.
He's going to knock again.
The slot opens.
Password.
Oh, where do you go to apply for a job?
Work for the Creed Family?
And the slot shuts.
Damn.
Can...Scarab would like to look at the entrance.
Anything of interest?
Anything you can tell us about it?
That would be interesting.
Not necessarily.
I mean, all you see in front of you is those large wooden walls that are constructed from the pointed logs that seem to border the town itself,
but also veer off north around what appears to be the Creed compound.
Any graffiti?
No.
I forgot my password. Can I send you my email address to reset my password?
Slot shuts again, which is weird because it was already shut.
Damn.
Another slot shuts in front of the slot that was shut.
Secondary slot.
They must be using magnets.
No, I don't think we're going to get much out of these guys.
Yeah, this is in-game stuff.
To the forest?
Fuck this place, let's leave.
Yeah, was there...I mean...
I've got bloodlust.
I do also have heard that Payday, I believe his name is, works often in the cut yard.
Oh Jacques, that's a good idea.
Maybe he'd have an idea of a password.
Yeah, or Scarab and I could just hide around the corner. We could knock and say, hey, Payday sent me.
Oh, that's a good idea.
Yeah.
That is a good idea. Wow, Corncobb, I'd like to apologize to everyone who's listening because I am drunk.
Very good.
And I would never say that Corncobb had a good idea.
Oh, the booze is making you nice.
We're playing loose.
Oh yeah, fuck it.
What do we have to lose, everyone?
Let's go. What do we have to lose ourselves?
As you make your way away from the tower and walls of the Creed Manor, you can't help but look back
and you notice that the armed crossbowmen have a insignia, a bright red emblazoned insignia on their shoulders.
If anybody wants to do a society check.
Would.
I got that society.
Only society?
Mm-hmm.
I'm not trained.
Six.
Twelve.
Seven.
It's nothing you recognize.
Ain't never seen it before. Recall knowledge.
You just recalled knowledge.
I'd like to try it again.
Ain't nothing we've seen before. Recall knowledge.
Have you ever seen one of these before?
I have. You can give it to me if you like.
You want to take this PP so I can recall knowledge again?
If you want to put that PP in my hand.
Nah, I'm not trained.
I'm not trained. It would be a waste.
The other thing I will say you notice, perhaps while looking you're distracted and you look away
and you realize that there appear to be the silhouettes of four water towers beyond the wall.
Keeping the water to themselves, I see.
Oh, so it's in within their plantation.
Correct. So while you can see the highest peaks of the rooftop of the Creed Manor,
you do also make out the silhouettes of four distinct water towers.
There's a hag on top of one of them, just pouring potions.
Just to wait for it.
Nobody's noticed her.
I think that we should go to the cut yard.
Maybe we can find Payday there and maybe get a password.
On one of the other towers is a dwarf hanging there.
I've been here for ten years.
Help! Help!
Or if you insist, I suppose.
I suppose we could go...
Toss me over the wall.
And toss Scarab over the wall.
As fun as that sounds, we may never see you again if we do that.
I need to find my cart.
Perhaps... perhaps we should go...
Should we go to the cut yard?
We can go wherever you want to go.
Could be fun. Let's go to the cut yard.
Eh, the cut yard.
I will log that insignia into my brain though.
For the next time we come across something like it.
I will log that insignia that I don't remember into my brain.
That red smudge.
I remember a smudge.
Find me Payday!
I think that...
We might be able to get some information from this man.
I'm struggling right now.
I'm really struggling right now, alright?
I'm very drunk and I cannot do anything
other than think about Baldur's Gate and what...
Baldur's Gate.
I am Nathan and Hot.
Baldur's.
The ice is gonna break!
I'm struggling!
This is me at work.
Uh oh.
I'm stuck between Nathan and Alec right now.
Give me a second.
I was in Sleepy Hollow.
No.
There I was, walking through Sleepy Hollow.
There...
Who am I?
There I was!
Oh shit!
Here we go on another adventure.
I can't believe all these loggers.
It seems as though I'm in a dead zone.
I have to be uncomfortable.
The ice is gonna break!
When I see the people working,
all I can think is, wow,
that's a lot of work going on.
The fucking guy, the fucking guy,
he just won't open up the gate!
Oh shit!
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I say I'm just sitting here
and he won't open the gate!
Hold on, let me get uncomfortable.
Emma, say something really stupid and uncomfortable.
Colonel puts a hand on your shoulder.
Don't touch me.
Like I was saying, I think that maybe
we could get some information from the...
More, more...
I think we should get, we could get some...
Can we do an episode where we just do bad impressions
for our characters for an episode?
Hi, I'm Christopher Walken.
Hey, I'm Walken here.
Why did I lose him?
I lost Jacques completely.
It's okay, I lost my...
That's what I was trying to be like though.
Because he...
He has a very high and freaking voice.
I think that perhaps if we went to the cut yard,
we might be able to find a password
that could be useful,
or just useful information in general.
Good idea.
And we'll let them know that that thing is a warg
and it talks,
and that they're doing something that upsets them.
Maybe they know what they're doing, who knows.
But yeah, we should go let them know.
Can we go to the cut yard?
Welcome to the cut yard.
So, you make your way to the cut yard.
It's like changing the voice on your GPS.
Whoa, and behold, before you.
Wait, let's see.
So, there's three of you guys here.
Three of you.
Wow.
Three guys.
One's big, two are big, one's little.
I didn't see the little guy.
Two are big, this one is little.
Gold, blue.
Thank you.
Yay.
Because it's hard.
Like, how do I?
I knew it as soon as you started doing it.
I was like, what the fuck is his name?
I couldn't get it, but he does have that way of speaking.
Thank you, Omar.
There's a little bit of validation.
Anyway, serious time.
Open the gate.
You make your way.
Damn, two shots really do really doos it for me.
Really doos it.
All done.
Especially when I haven't been eating for about a week.
The Scarab will walk up to the main building because I'm hoping the guy's in there.
He's going to knock his hands on the front, on the door to like the office.
Knock, knock, knock.
Unless we're all just surrounded by other lumberjacks spitting on us.
Who are you?
Just dodging spit while we're waiting for the door to be opened.
What are you doing here?
Can't you see we're logging?
Everybody who got the twinkles has that accent now.
That's how we know.
Please get all of this.
Oh my god, wait.
All of it.
Really?
Get it out.
You make your way south and as you're approaching where you know the cut yard to be,
immediately the first thing you notice is a loud droning saw noise.
There is a constant sound of work here.
It gets louder and louder the more you approach.
It is a very stable and grating noise.
Just like the like zzzzzz, zzzzzz, zzzzzz.
As long as they're constantly being sawed as well as the sound of hammering,
grunting, yelling, shouting and work in constant symphony.
It is terrible.
The sound is awful.
It immediately grates on all of your ears.
You kind of wonder to yourselves, how could anybody do this consistently?
But as you approach and make your way towards the front of the yard,
you begin to walk in and you notice as you pass through that here too are tall wooden walls.
And among the walls are these like parapet-like guard stations where again,
you see armed crossbowmen with the same red insignia on their shoulder.
I remember that!
Is this the first lumber mill we went to near the beginning of our campaign
or are we talking about this one that's in town?
This is the one in town.
So as you're walking, you can get a good view of the river
as you're walking through and making your way towards the middle of the lumber yard itself.
And the two things you can see is the river flows past you.
You can see an almost constant layer of like foamy sawdust
that is kind of drifting over the water as you go and looking further up the stream,
you can see logs making their way towards the actual sawmill building,
flowing down the river.
I forget that that's a thing. That's so smart.
And so you can see individuals, there are men with large like gaff hooks
that are like corralling and drawing these logs in on one half of the building
and then on the other half of the building you see just like a constant
or near constant outpouring of sawdust that is just being deposited on the river and flowing past you.
But yeah, you take note of these guards that are seemingly around
and you also see individuals that are like taking some of the not fully processed logs,
some of the ones that still have branches on them and their responsibility solely is to stand there
and hack away any excess limbs or anything sticking off of them before their process.
And then they like, as they're chopping away at them when they finish,
that one is rolled away and another one is rolled in place and they just continue.
It's all very mechanical, especially in this environment.
It seems very monotonous.
Yeah, exactly. Sounds fun.
Same situation, gates closed, crossbowmen on the wall.
This one does not have a gate itself.
The wooden walls themselves eventually lead to a large archway
that opens into the interior of the wall and you make your way past that.
You can't help but look up and notice the armed crossbowmen who kind of like give you a passing eye.
They just want to like glance at you and they're kind of like,
you feel like you're being evaluated for a moment before they turn back and continue.
Scarab, if any of them make eye contact with Scarab,
he would wave his hand to them with a jolly open mouth smile.
Oh, hell yeah.
Yeah, just like, hey, I see you too.
Jacques is actively covering his face away from them.
Well, they give Jacques a thumbs up, but everybody else, they flip off.
No, as you're walking through,
you notice that like one of them, while his head and gaze seem to follow you walk through the gate,
he doesn't turn his body and when you wave, he draws back the string on one of his crossbows
and you hear distinct like, chooom, as it's being loaded before he turns away.
Yeah, Scarab reaches into his pants and pulls up his D string.
What, what dog? Look at this.
He blushes.
His gun goes off.
Shoot yourself.
But no, yeah, Scarab just wants them to know he sees them too, like we're good, we're good,
just want to find candy. Payday is going to be called, that's candy.
I think maybe if we were to knock on the door, I don't think that he'll be happy to see us, mind you, but maybe.
What did you say? It's loud.
I know it's miserable here and I would like to get out of this.
We should find the door and knock on the door.
So in front of you is a wide open yard in which people are constantly scrambling about and moving.
You can see the large building directly ahead of you on the river's edge that is processing the logs as they pass through.
You can see several outbuildings as well as a rather squat but long building that is set up that has several of these loggers like going in and out of.
And as you are looking at the yard in front of you, you hear a man scream.
I can't fucking take it anymore.
And he raises his axe above his head and begins to run at one of his fellow loggers as if to strike him with the axe before several crossbow bolts hit him in the chest and he falls to the ground dead.
God damn. He's not there long before several guards walk up, grab his now limp corpse and drag him away.
Another seemingly official looking gentleman walks up, grabs his axe and takes it over to that squat long building.
Yeah, let's go there.
Man. Oh my God.
Because I also want to check on the dude.
They took him away. Yeah, I know. It's just who do I follow?
I'm small, I'm spry.
Split the party. Go follow the body. I think he's dead.
He's dead, but was he infected?
Go to the body. It's one thing to hate yourself, hate your job, hate your life, but to run at somebody else is like a whole new set of problems.
So it's like follow the body, see if there's anything weird or follow the guy with the axe who clearly this is like no dirt off his shirt.
Yeah, I want to talk to the guy with no dirt on his shirt.
I do want to talk to that guy. I could. I mean, I could follow.
Are you that kind of doctor? I think he'd be fine to just follow and be like, hey, so what's up with this?
Yeah, honestly. Yeah, I think Jacques would
kind of lowers gaze towards the man that got shot down and just turned to like kind of tilt his head towards scarab and corn cob.
I'll check this out. And he'll follow the corpse.
As you follow the two men dragging away the corpse, they kind of
walk out the gate that you came in or the archway and they dump him unceremoniously just by the side of the road.
One of them bends down to pluck out the four bolts in his chest before they turn and begin to walk away.
Back to the guards. As they're as they're like fucking the bolts out of his chest.
Jacques says, such a shame. These are workers just getting this kind of hysteria.
If you don't if you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at him. I am a doctor.
One of the guards looks at you for a moment and then looks down at the man with four large,
gaping, bleeding holes in his chest and kind of shrugs. I'm not too happy about it myself, to be frank.
Call it going axe happy. It's a stress, you see, puts a lot of strain on the mind.
I have done quite a bit of research on psychology myself, and I'd like to just see if there is some sort of
ailment causing this, these workers if you will, to revolt in such a way. It's such a shame.
If only they could stay productive.
It would be a good thing, to be sure, but I doubt any psychological evaluation will do our friend here any good.
Of course not, but I have heard of a recent illness spreading across this town, and I was wondering if I could just take a look over.
I'm doing a bit of an audit, you see, to see if I can maybe see if there is a connection to these rather misbehaved workers and the illness itself.
His face becomes deadly serious, and he looks at you for a moment. You know about the Twinkles?
Yes, I have spoken to a few people, actually, about this Twinkles, if you will, and I'm trying to get to the bottom of it,
because I have noticed a bit of an uprise of the... he puts his hand, kind of whispers to him, revolutionary sword.
You think he had it? And he immediately just like, starts like dusting himself off.
It would be wise if you were to evacuate the area.
I'm going to do this every time you do it, Nathan.
It may slip in every now and then, and I'm just going to leave it.
That's just drinking Felicia.
Drunk Felicia is just Nathan.
So yeah, he pats himself down, and he's just...
Peyde's made it very clear. If anyone gets Axe happy, they get the bot, because it's better to lose one than to lose two.
Completely understandable. I wouldn't want anyone to be running around with Axe killing anyone,
but if you will, this is not any business with your Lumber Consortium. I'm just trying to gather information about this illness.
Look, if you want to get old Twinkly, that's on you. Me? I'm out of here.
And he briskly rushes back to the guard station.
He runs the other way, and once he gets to a point, he just disappears.
I can't take this anymore!
Can I do a medicine check?
Yeah.
This town would do well with some necromancy and zones of silence.
Cut down on this noise pollution. And dead workers.
Twenty one.
As you examine the body, you can see, obviously, the fresh wounds of four crossbow bolts having penetrated his chest.
You estimate he died immediately.
Something you do notice, though, is his skin is already fairly pale, and around his eyes are dark circles.
He was sick.
As if he was unable to sleep, or by your estimation, that he has succumbed to an extreme amount of stress.
When was the last time this man showered?
Was it twenty one?
Nothing beyond the stench that you would expect to smell from a laborer.
The main things that stand out to me is...
Before the times of Old Spice.
It seems like this was a person who was deeply stressed.
His eyes are, or his eyelids are dark, almost bruised in how dark they are.
If you were to lift the lids and look at his eyes themselves, they are bloodshot.
The edges of his hair are beginning to go white.
This is a person who has worked under extreme, perhaps unsafe circumstances for far too long, and eventually just snapped.
Hm. A shame.
My diagnosis, he says to no one.
Burnout.
I loot the body.
If you fumble around through the corpse's pockets, you don't find any possessions or any money, aside from strange folded paper bills.
Tooledy bill, gas bill.
No, for hats.
He's a hat maker at home.
Duck bills, freshly cut.
Folded.
They're immodesty.
You know, if you boil them, they fold pretty easily.
Give me a fucking second to read, you animals.
Baseball and cop bills, we got red bills, blue bills.
Couple American US dollars.
Worthless.
I'm just a bill, and I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
Couple VHS tapes.
Getting shot by crossbowmen.
Don't you wish they just called the crossbow the cross?
So you can call it cross bolts.
Oh, crossbow boats.
Yeah, just crossbow boats.
For a while, people were calling them X-bows because it was easier.
I mean, it's just the cross.
Jacques, as you're digging through the pockets of this corpse, you find no personal possessions and you find no gold.
But you do find a small stack of folded bills, and as you unfurl them and look at them, they are enumerated mostly as singles with a number one depicted in each of the corners.
And in the middle, it just says chips.
You estimate through the small stack that you have 17 chips in front of you.
These go to the rogue lady.
You were telling us of a...did you say boudoir?
Brothel.
Yeah, there is a...did you say brothel?
There is a hybrid casino.
There is a den of pleasure here in town that is known as the rogue lady.
Yeah, I would surmise that these chips go to that.
Maybe we can play a game.
That'd be a good guess.
Of course, I'm not there.
I'm just drunk.
Playing fun game with my friends.
You do also recall the sheriff telling you about having to purchase his axe from the lumber consortium and they wanted to charge him an axe tax.
There may be something associated with that as well.
Is this town just like pay to play?
You go in here, you gotta like turn in all of your cash for in town cash and once you run out, they shoot you a few times.
I mean, he didn't run out.
He had 17 chips on him.
He just lost his mind.
Jacques will half-heartedly do a prayer to whatever, whoever God.
If anyone is looking, he will look.
You're on your own at this point.
Do it to who? Shailen?
Who's the...
I think.
Well, not...
Is that the one for the...
Tengu.
The cleric that we talked to.
Oh, Iomade?
Iomade.
I would do it to Iomade because Iomade is lost in this town and I think they could use it.
Yeah, so he'll be like, Iomade, just like, help this man get passed through for asthma or whatever.
And he'll take the folded...
The body begins to levitate.
Oh!
Please pass me, please pass me.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
He'll take the bills and he will also take a lock of this man's hair.
Oh my God, can we buy a scroll to speak with dead?
I want to speak with dead.
We didn't kill this man.
Is that okay?
Yeah, I mean, no one's around to stop you.
You can mutilate a corpse however you want.
Who knows when it'll be useful?
Oh, and the scraping of his sweat.
Oh.
You do so.
Yummy.
Weird.
I guess.
Weird.
And he'll let out a sigh and make his way back to Scarab in the corn top.
During all of that, right after that man was shot and dragged off, Colonel walks directly to the guy that's in charge.
Yeah, Scarab follows after watching.
You don't see anyone who would fit that description.
Who was the guy?
Who was the one that nonchalantly just picked up the axe and walked off?
We want to go to that long house.
So when the man was shot, there were three guards that walked up.
Two of them took each arm and walked away with one, and the other walked over to a long house.
The squat long house that you all saw before.
It's off to the right.
I think we should go there because he's taking equipment there.
There's probably at least a delegator or some office person back there.
They're not going to leave all their tools unattended, I would hope.
Yeah, Colonel's walking up to that third guard.
Say, excuse me, you shot that man down as if it was routine.
What is happening here?
Scarab hides.
Okay, so you were following the third one that walked away while Jacques went the other way?
Yeah.
Hello.
He's holding the slightly bloodied axe.
You've intercepted him halfway to the squat house and he turns to regard you.
What is happening?
Is this an everyday thing?
No, no, no, no, of course not.
Be ridiculous, not every day.
No.
It doesn't seem to bother you much.
It's not that heavy.
He tells the axe.
What's going on here?
Are people getting adequate breaks?
Why is he freaking out?
Why did you just shoot him?
This is an OSHA violation.
I want to speak to your union, Stuart.
I didn't shoot anyone, I assure you.
He went a little axe happy and we have our rules and we do what we're supposed to do.
Colonel's going to grab him by the collar again and say, take me to your union, Stuart.
I didn't. Yeah, we did ask if they had unions and it may have been a joke, but I think they did say they have a union.
So I need to know the rules of this union.
Is his family getting any money? What's the payout?
How do we intercept?
13 or an 18.
That's a 13.
No, 17 intimidation.
I don't know what you want.
I let go or I'll yes, I'll hit you with this axe.
Colonel, let's go.
There and he dusts himself off Prim and Papa and he says, now what do you want?
Your boss.
Which one?
Any of them.
Closest one. Let's go.
Follow me. I'm sure he would love to hear of this.
Payday.
And he turns around and begins walking towards the squat building that our friend Scarev just recently entered.
Scarev, while this conversation is going on and you push your way into the door, you immediately find yourself in what can only be described as a small general store.
Oh, yes.
However, thematically, it seems like the entirety of the store itself is logging related supplies.
So basically, as a resident of Texas, when you're driving out in the middle of nowhere and you're going to like, natural cave and they got like a cave store.
You walk in and everything's like made with cave stuff.
It would be like that if it was like, here's all the shit you need to be in Texas.
It's just like a little it's a truck stop.
Basically, yeah, the shop itself. The first thing you notice is when you push through the door on your left, there is a counter that has a rather portly large pug faced man standing behind it.
He doesn't seem to notice you come in. He seems otherwise preoccupied.
You notice immediately behind him is a long rack that is just lined with axes.
On your right, you see several rows of shelves and on the first most you see mundane things like a grip, grip tack.
You see like some fake license plates with your name on them.
Yeah, oh, shabunga chris a lot.
Custom engraved arrows, you know, the words.
Okay, yeah, shot glass and just one person in there.
Yeah, all you notice is this man who seems entirely too large for this counter.
It's just a large human male balding, heavy set, pug faced, very squat looking squashed nose.
Is he a pug? Is he a pug? He's not a pug.
Okay, human man. It can happen. It can happen.
And he is very large. You estimate him to be close to if not just over six feet tall and he is very imposing.
And he's just standing behind the counter. I imagine you like looking up at him.
But he doesn't seem to have noticed you coming in.
Yeah, Scarab will look up at him and then shout, shabunga chris a whopper fom dad, but you can call me Scarab.
I won't.
That's fine. Wonderful store. What are you selling?
Things you need to work with.
Oh.
Grab your shit, put your script on the counter. Chips.
Is this where you apply for a job?
No.
Is this where you repurpose the weapons of deceased workers?
All property of the lumber consortium belongs to and is to be forfeit from deceased to the lumber consortium.
Wonderful. And what was your name?
Paiden.
Shabunga stands up a little bit taller and hopefully someone else walks into the room at this moment.
At this moment the door does in fact swing open.
Right this way. Paiden will want to speak to you immediately. Paiden. Paiden.
Scarab will like reach back really quick and slap, backhand slap at, I'm so sorry, what was that? Foghorn?
Foghorn, leghorn.
You might as well.
You can slap foghorn on the inner thigh and be like, this is our guy.
Paiden, another one for the shelf. And the thin man places the bloodied axe on the counter to which Paiden, the large man, picks it up and kind of regards it for a moment in his hands.
It'll have to be cleaned first, but fine, about your way. And the thin man turns on his heel and says, right away, and walks out the door.
Colonel puts his leg out so he trips.
Roll the trip.
Scarab's going to mark his target.
Ooh, 24.
Oh yeah, he trips. He hid his face on the ground.
Oops. Anyway, you in charge here?
Legitimately Scarab is going to hunt prey on Paiden.
The thin man stands up from being tripped and says, Paiden, they've done. And before he can even finish speaking, back to your station.
Or else.
Right away. Right away.
And he scurries out the door.
And then the large man sets the axe down on the counter and his two great big sausage hands rest on the counter and he leans forward.
What can I do for you?
Colonel Corncob, I would say nice to meet you, but outside something horrible just happened.
Oh?
A man was shot dead from losing his mind.
Probably because he's not getting adequate breaks.
Actually, I did do a thorough medical examination on the body.
And it does seem that he suffered from great stress and probably a bit of insomnia.
So let me see here in my notes. I did, in fact, write.
Diagnosis burnout.
Seems that he has been overworked.
You need to know that a bathroom break and a regular break are not the same break.
You who work for the Lumber Consortium answer to me and by extension to Lord Cream.
Is this a normal thing? People getting shot down because none of your people seemed like they were shot.
I mean, what are you supposed to do when you have this situation with hysteria?
Absolutely. I suppose you'd rather my men just lose their minds and hack each other to bits with axes then.
Exactly.
Is that your perfect world, Chicken Land?
Think about it, Corncob. If he had gotten to his desired objective, he probably would have killed someone with that axe.
And that is quite dangerous, I would say.
I guarantee it, but we're talking about preventative measures here.
I mean, can you really prevent stress? I mean, I have been under dire stress over the past, I would say, two weeks.
It is in my expert opinion that four bolts is a quick answer as a preventative measure.
It did work. He is dead.
I'm small, but I'm waving my arms.
Hear me, giants!
Only five, six.
Him killing another man that was unsuspecting would be bad, so perhaps he should be put down. Yes, yes.
Breaks might prevent him from going mad. Yes, more breaks. At least two 15-minute breaks in an eight-hour period.
But, my question, is this a common occurrence as of late?
Who are you talking to me?
Big man!
Does finger guns.
Drop the hands! Holds up his axe.
To each of your questions, of which there were only two, yes, they get adequate breaks.
Everyone who signs up to work knows what they sign up for.
Either work for the consortium under the consortium's rules, or don't.
Two simple outcomes.
For you, small man, no, it's not a recent outcome.
One could imagine that within the monotonous and tedious system with which we have subscribed ourselves to,
that a certain amount of stress has been likely to build up over time.
Now, it is up to the individual to determine how they do receive and process that stress.
If they were to take it out on another individual, that would be unlawful. Sir, to your point about breaks,
yes, they are allowed to take breaks. Yes, it is beyond more than a simple bathroom break.
No, that does not excuse another individual from hitting one with an axe.
And so, he was shot.
And his property, which was not his property, but that of the lumber consortium,
was to be returned for future sale by the lumber consortium.
Sounds entirely reasonable to me if you ask.
Very good, sir, very good.
Another question!
Ask away, I've been bored all day.
Let me remember my question.
Take your time, bros, our wares play in chips.
Oh, that is a very cute little box of stones you have. How much is it for a little bag?
For a small pottery bag of stones, it's a mere 200 chips.
Fear not, though, friend, if you have not enough.
You're more than welcome to exchange your gold for company chips.
How, what is the exchange rate, if you will, of the gold chips?
One small gold piece will net you a solid and sturdy five chips.
And you said it was 200 chips for...
A measly inconsequential 200 chips.
I'll have to keep saving up.
You, small flailing one.
I remember my question.
Ask away, I've been bored all day.
Have your workers been getting sick?
Not to my recollection.
Haven't been taking days off for the twinkles?
There are no days off at the lumber consortium.
As long as there's wood to chop, there's men to chop in.
Bingo! This is why they fall. They need adequate days off.
Men are paid for days at their work and not for those they don't.
If they need a day off, they need not be paid.
Do they ever request days off?
They do not arrive when they do not need pay.
Sounds very reasonable to me.
All very reasonable and very fair, according to the lumber consortium.
It's really rather good.
I would like a job.
Equal pay for equal work, we say.
I mean, honestly guys, I'm not going to be able to pay you until we find my cart.
Have you seen a cart? Or a large pig?
We cart things every day and I haven't seen a pig since lunch.
It's dreadful.
Well, have you heard about this sickness?
No.
Truly?
People get sick all the time. I've never heard of any specific sickness.
And I look like a very social creature, so I understand that...
Obviously!
These conversations are kind of weird where strange people just walk in and ask you a bunch of question after question.
Most entertaining day I've had all day.
Beautiful.
We'll write to presume you are THE payday.
Oh aye. When the consortium needs its dues sorted, you can always count on old payday.
So are you in direct connection with the creeds?
I work for Thuldrin directly. If he needs it, payday delivers.
If you don't mind...
Paydin was it?
Paydin Teedum.
Ha!
Something funny, friend.
How do you spell Teedum?
I'm coming down with the twinkles.
Who's a cough? Just a cough.
If you don't mind, if you haven't heard, there is a bit of an illness spreading around this town.
I would be more than willing to offer you a full physical exam. I am a doctor after all.
Let's see that thing.
In exchange, I just want a bag of those stones.
Let's see them stones.
Let's see. 183 chips evaluation, you say?
Yes, I mean, I don't know if you've heard, but the illness that is spreading around the town is causing quite a bit of fatigue, if you will.
It seems like a person of your importance might have a difficulty...
Extract... not extracting.
What is the word I'm looking for?
Exacting the law of this here lumber consortium.
If you do have that fatigue, if you will, the insomnia.
I've also heard some talk of ill thoughts, and you seem quite a confident person yourself, and I thought I could just give you a bit of an exam, see if you're doing okay, and if not, then I may be able to speak to you about some sort of treatment plan to help you.
Just some stones in exchange.
Jacques.
Am I... do we need 200 chips?
You may call me Doc.
Roll me diplomacy.
Look, Claire, I'm just... did I hear something about 200 chips?
200 chips for stones, for a bag of stones.
Yeah, so the thing you can surmise by just speaking with them, the exchange rate is outrageous.
Yeah, but I'm also...
One gold for five chips, but it's 200 chips for a small bag of rocks.
God.
To you it seems like...
What's with the rocks?
It's just what Jacques picked out.
It's just something random.
I don't know.
It's just something he wants.
The point being that you can't help but notice that this chips system that they have in place seems to be a means of getting their workers to exchange gold for things that they need to do their job at an exorbitant exchange rate.
And so the idea seems to be that if they pay their men in chips rather than in gold, they are paying them far less than they should be.
It is a means, it seems, to control.
Yeah, it's like, my job's fine.
You know, I eat.
It's because of getting paid in fucking Sonic Drive-In coupons.
Pretty much.
Yeah, I mean, imagine you work for Disney and instead of getting paid in dollars, you get paid in D-Bucks.
Yeah, you get paid in enough to continue doing the job.
You get paid in games to sell back to GameStop.
Yeah, or if working for, you know, like fucking Round One or whatever, if they paid you in tickets.
But you get a free slice of pizza.
That is a 24 diplomacy.
I was just hoping we could go gamble and make a little bit extra and buy ourselves a bag of rocks.
It'll only take a moment just to make sure you're a tip top shape to keep the rest of these.
He points a meaty sausage finger at you and says, I'll have you know.
I feel as strong as ten oxes and I ate half as many just yesterday.
No doubt.
Did you eat a pig?
Big yellow red maroon.
You're listing a lot of colors I'm not familiar with.
Good.
Looks down at his little pig.
Fine, he says, and he walks around the counter.
You can hear his feet thumping as he walks along the wooden floor and he plants a large stool and then sits upon it and folds his arms.
As I'm in a way.
Jacques.
I think you will find I'm as healthy as a dragon.
Fantastic.
Jacques goes and walks behind him and kind of like pulls his head back and opens his mouth to look at his gums.
Pulling his lips back like a dentist.
So.
I assume it is that you work for.
The creeps, I believe.
He's just got his lips pulled back.
I've been working for a long time now and I can say.
For your desire.
I did nothing.
I don't know.
I understand.
I mean, it is imperative to find a decent employer.
He lets go of his lips.
In today's market society, it can be rather difficult to find someone who really caters to what you need as an individual.
I completely agree.
Jacques will pull out a stethoscope.
Put it on either side of his mask and put it to his chest.
I mean, I have been quite concerned.
I've been quite concerned about the health of these.
Of the.
Proprietor of this town, the Queen herself with this illness spreading around.
I was wanting to go in and, you know, do an examination on them, make sure that they too are OK, because I do have.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
I do know of a treatment for this illness that is spreading and he checks his pulse.
You feel a large, meaty hand rest on your shoulder and he pulls you close and he says, there really is some kind of sickness sweeping through Creed's land.
And you have a cure. Creed would know of it.
Jacques.
Leading in, hearing this kind of stiffens for a moment before standing upright, almost.
A few inches taller than normal as his neck stretches a little further.
Now, I'm sure of it, I'm positively sure of it.
It is just. Quite a shame, don't you think?
This town could be so useful if there weren't so much illness spreading around.
You know what I've heard as he he he goes back and he has just a small match lit as he has his eyelids spread wide, shining it so he can see whether or not his eyes dilate.
Are you interested in what I've heard?
Wandering this town, quite dirty, just I've heard quite a few things about this sickness, if you will.
Oh, absolutely.
Neutrall.
Insomnia, fatigue, disgusting.
Sounds like laziness to me.
I agree.
What is the major concern for me is just there could be so many good workers, yet all of them needing to stay home to rest.
Creed wouldn't like that.
He says with heavy finger quotations.
He pushes the hand holding the match out of the way and leans forward to you and he just says, and you have a cure.
I definitely have an idea of a cure that I'm working on.
Roll deception.
Come on.
Fifteen.
You see, I'm working with a rather skilled herbologist.
I can't say much more.
You know, the secrets of the craft.
Well, I haven't heard anything about a sickness, but if you know of a cure, then Creed would be very interested.
The, shall we say, commercial possibility.
You should maybe speak to Creed.
I know it might be a little bit of a saucy secret, but I could be convinced, perhaps, to speak to him.
Oh, I think you'll find I can be very convincing.
He stands up and he places a hand on your back and begins pushing you towards the door, leading you out of the squat building.
In fact, let's make our way to Creed now where we can discuss the potential financial benefits of your knowledge.
Jacques hesitates for a moment.
Your hesitance is irrelevant as you feel the large hand pushing you further and further towards the door as he begins to walk you out of the building.
I will need my compatriots.
Scarab's waving.
Scarab, Corncob, I will need you to join me.
Now, now, your friends are more than welcome to find themselves busy among the various attractions of town, I assure you.
We, however, have business to discuss.
I need to say, Colonel left a long time ago.
He's been gone for a while.
He's... this sucks that this is happening, but he's been gone.
What's Colonel up to?
At the Sheriff's office, the door flies open, hitting the side of the wall.
He walks up to the Sheriff's desk, assuming that the Sheriff's at his desk.
He is.
I would like a badge, Sheriff.
I, um... hello.
It's good to see you.
In regards to what, exactly?
You ready to relive your glory days?
Grab that axe.
We have work to do.
I'm very confused by someone just, you know, coming in, slamming open the door, and then asking me to grab my axe.
What's all this about?
Sir, do you know what's going on at the Lumber Consortium?
A great deal of things, yes.
People are dying.
Yes, I am aware.
Who... who's in charge of this?
I don't think you understand, friend.
I don't.
Please allow me to explain.
Uh... would you care for a drink?
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
He grabs a glass for himself, and he pours from a bottle.
For himself. He has another glass available, but he, before you even answer, tosses it back.
Yeah, Colonel will sit.
This is bad, but you should drink!
Yeah, Colonel will sit.
He fills his glass again, and he pours one for you.
Where to begin?
You know, when they elected me sheriff of this town, I knew that there would be things that I would be unable to do.
People I would be unable to oppose.
At least, in good measure, without more evidence.
The Lumber Consortium is, by and large, their own entity.
Their own governing power, as it will.
Those who work for the Lumber Consortium know when they sign up what they sign up for.
They know that they, in essence, sign themselves away in body and soul.
What they do is, by in accordance to their contracts, very much legal.
This... this is unjust.
Can't happen.
Who are these... what is this army?
Everybody's got this symbol on their arms and stuff, these people with crossbows.
What is this army?
You mean the Red Rocks?
Red Rocks?
A mercenary guild, if you will.
More like a band of rogues and thieves.
Hired by Creed.
They act as a personal guard.
They carry out his will.
By his coin.
I understand there needs to be jobs in order for a society to exist, but...
You and I both know this is wrong.
Absolutely.
Invariably. Indubitably.
There have to be more than two people in this town besides you and I that know this is wrong.
We need to fix this.
Will you be a DMPC with our party?
Help us fight the power...
Shut up! We're in a conversation. Y'all aren't here.
That's not exactly what I'm looking for. I'm just looking...
Oh.
I understand. You're fighting the good fight.
You have to understand, friend.
There's only so much I can do.
I'm here to maintain the order within the town, but anything outside the town, that's not anything I can do anything about.
We're talking about a man possessed by Creed.
Who hires other men also possessed by Creed to carry out his greed.
There's nothing you or I or a small army of us could even do.
I can only carry out the laws of the town as best I can.
Come with me.
To what end?
I...I...I can't live like this.
Colonel also did spend all of his focus points, his two focus points, laying on hands to, like, as he was leaving, the weakest looking workers.
Just gave him a lay on hand, so he has no focus points right now.
He's kind of losing his mind right now. Like, this isn't fair.
No, it's absolutely not.
And I think that the sheriff picks up on that because he's been a subject of unfairness.
Like, he understands.
But what you have to understand, friend, is that it's not just a matter of jobs.
With no lumber consortium, there is no Falcon's Hollow.
These people are not choosing between an unjust death at the hands of a greedy corporation.
They're choosing to live with that or to not live at all.
There's better ways. There's better places.
I'm going back.
The forests are inhabited by all manner of unholy beasts. Kobolds on the rise, some trap-setting, intelligent hyper-wolf.
Oh yeah, we found him. It's a warg, and he speaks to you with his mind. He's upset at the lumber consortium about something.
Why are you still alive?
We spoke to him like civil people.
He scratches something down on a piece of paper, and he's just like,
You might be the first. Not a single person has even had the opportunity.
Dragged away, screaming into the woods, was the only reports I've ever gotten, or found dead in traps.
Well, he's hurt. He's injured. He's been attacked. That's probably why he's attacking back.
We didn't attack him. That's probably why I'm still standing here.
And as far as these hunters, we didn't find the dwarf, but we found plenty of dead hunters out in the forest.
Traps eaten by big old snakes with arms.
So no sign of Dringar?
Not that I know of. It's been a while since we recorded the first few episodes, so I'm not sure.
No, you haven't.
But there are some mushrooms growing around an area we found that apparently dwarves really like.
He reaches into his desk and he's rustling through papers for a bit before he pulls out a scroll and he unfurls it on the desk, revealing a map of the surrounding woods.
Where exactly did you see this wolf, this warg as you call it?
I don't think Colonel's holding the map that we found. Probably Jacques has.
Yeah, I think Jacques has. Just magic pockets.
You would have looked at it at some point with Jacques. He would at least be.
We've all made copies. We've made copies.
Yeah, he points in the general area where the ruins were.
And as you do so, he makes a large circle in the area and then begins rifling through papers again, kind of like holding things up and reading them while looking at the map and then flitting through another sheet and doing the same comparing.
And then he finally finds one and he slides it over to you.
Droskar's Crucible.
That's it?
The sheet that you look at is a very old, very weathered and very crinkled log.
And on the log it says, it has a list of names and activities for those who come and go through town for their meeting a visit, their purpose and things like that.
And on the list itself, he points to one that labels one Drun'gong in search of Droskar's Crucible.
Reason listed for visit was exploratory and academic.
Now, even though we spoke to him, it wasn't that friendly.
He wanted us gone and we didn't stick around for him to let him know that he wants us gone.
I understand, yeah, magical warg out there speaking and stuff, but I feel like we have a problem here.
He kind of furrows his brow at you.
What are you asking me to do?
You have friends. You have to have friends. You're sheriff.
Sheriffs get voted in. Who voted for you? You got friends?
The people of the town voted for me. I suppose they admired the way that I was willing to stand up to payday when no one else would.
Let's do it again.
What has he done now?
People are just being killed and thrown into the street. No proper burial, no investigation, no figuring out what is happening.
Something is happening. I understand revolutions don't happen overnight, but we need to start doing something.
Think about what you're asking. The Creed family, rotten as they are, they have payday, yes, of course, but they also have the Red Rocks.
They have a small legion of rogue mercenaries at their disposal, not to mention the poor workers that work for them themselves.
Do you think that those who wield axes in service of a company would turn their axes willingly, knowing that they would be shot?
How many innocent farmers, workers, and innocent men do you expect to not lose by turning against the consortium?
There will be casualties, I understand.
Potentially more, until we can find out a way to alleviate ourselves in a way that does not destroy the Falcons Hollow.
I understand your frustration, I share your frustration, but Creed is the one with the rights to the land.
And with those rights comes the Lumber Consortium.
May I? Please, go ahead, I'll drink.
We may have a friend in the woods, somebody who is equally unhappy with the Lumber Consortium.
Either way, I've spent too much time here, I need to get back to my people.
What is your aim?
Bring the Warg back and destroy the Creed.
Fuck yeah.
He's so sick, dude.
I don't have an aim, but I do have a goal.
We both know what that goal is.
Try to figure out a plan on my way back over there right now.
Thank you for your time, Sheriff.
Something to consider.
As unjust and unfair as the Creed's are, at least at this moment they are all that Falcons Hollow has.
If we are to lose them, there would have to be something else in its place.
You.
Or else all is lost.
You. Us.
I can give these people no gold, no livelihood, I'm just a man who had an axe.
Gold is only as valuable as you want it to be.
Nobody needs gold to eat or drink, you can hunt, you can gather your own water.
And who should hunt if they're not paid?
You want to eat?
Think about it.
The way civilization started.
It was bartering before money was invented.
You know what?
I understand your concern, I also understand I can't help myself.
I have to go.
I wish you luck, friend.
Please.
Do not do anything that makes me put you in a cell.
I promise that won't happen.
Colonel leaves.
Good job.
Both of you actually.
I'm gonna die.
You too, Fee.
Good job, we're giving him five.
I'm gonna die.
Me too.
Why are you gonna die, Iman?
I know why she's gonna die.
Yeah, cutting back to the other two.
I think we'd best go and speak to Creed now so we can discuss certain opportunities.
I mean, I really should speak to my partner about this sort of situation.
Oh, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to reach out to your partner later.
After all, the early bird gets the worm and if a disease is slowly sweeping through town,
better we have the cure so that we might mass produce it for the good of the people, as it were.
No, I don't mean to make you feel inferior as far as your intelligence goes,
but I did not say disease, I said illness sickness.
Inferior is not one of the feelings I feel, my friend.
Oh, payday is what they call me because when money needs collecting, I deliver.
Scarab.
Ahem.
Excuse me, Jacques, if you would pull out the paper that you, the one with my name on it, pull it out.
Pull it out!
For you are not leaving anywhere alone with my employee.
Well, you're welcome to follow your employee.
We only seek mutual benefaction, of course.
Of course!
Of course.
You can have the doctor and the doctor's work, but we do not leave without my other employee,
who has stepped away to the bathroom, I'm sure.
Well, maybe you can wait for your other employee and join the two of us at Creed Manor Follow Suit.
No.
And that's the end of our story today.
Oh, man.
You idiot, no, you let me in!
Good stuff, good stuff, good stuff, good stuff.
Awww!
We're gonna bring a warg into town, we're gonna kill everybody.
Awww!
Alright, guys, I need you to listen up for a second, alright?
Alright?
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Matt, when people do death metal shit,
do people do inhale screams?
You can. And like sometimes it'll sound good on recording, but it's really bad for your throat.
Because air is not supposed to go in. It's supposed to come out.
That's half the job.
So you can do the...
But it's like over time, it's not that good for your throat.
And also you can't project as much.
It's fun to inhale when you're whistling though.
Yeah, I do that.
I'm an inhale whistler.
I do both because I can inhale whistle when it's simplistic.
And so that lets you get enough air to continue the complicated shit.
So when you get to something that's like the songs that have like long lulls that then go into more complicated shit,
that's a good time to keep whistling by just like using that to hold a note to get enough air to like go into heavy shit.
It's a constant note when you inhale.
But...
...
Look at all the birds coming to land on Cody's shoulders.
But generally, generally it's looked down upon.
Okay, gotcha. I was curious.
My name is Shadowheart, loyal servant of Sha, goddess of darkness and loss.
Where's the bottle opener?
Right here, you fool.
It's over here, you fool.
It's on your tray.
Back in the day, I couldn't do lows to save my life.
So I would do the...
... stuff. And now I can't inhale scream because I've just done the other way so much.
I can't do the inhale screech anymore that I used to be able to do.
But like when I was in the shower today, I was doing the with this, especially since the acoustics are really good in the bathroom.
So you can go like...
I do that too.
He was making Kalsper very concerned.
But it's harder not in the shower because at least in the shower you have all that moisture that's in the air that makes everything lubricated and nice and easy.
But see, that's exactly it because...
You're drying it out.
And the flaps are going about so if it's constantly wet then sure fine, but otherwise it'll just scratch so bad.
I can see that. This way it dries it out, the other way it's lubing it.
But yeah, it's good for... sometimes though.
It's good for like a creature sound and stuff.
But I've seen bands that sound great on album and then they do it live and it's like...
It's not maintainable.
And you can't really... you can sometimes change the volume.
But for the most part it's going to be the set volume and it's just like...
Man, I used to do that screech really fucking loud.
Because you remember when... you remember the zombie walk forever ago that we did downtown?
Like in that one I was doing that.
So you used to have a really good zombie screech that was based off of that.
And you're like... that shit's hard to do and if you don't do it consistently then it like...
Well, double edged sword, do it consistently, it fucks your voice up according to what you said.
And then also don't do it consistently, then it's like you're out of practice of it and it fucking makes you cough and shit.
Yeah, it's... it's just too... it's too risky basically.
Yeah!
Blessed night singer, witness our adoration.
We serve you.
Because I didn't push it too much and you can get pretty loud with it.
We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods.
Smile. Slash smile.
Slash smile.
I just think that I could do it if I wasn't drunk.
Alright, you drunkheads, let's go talk to the...
Forest guy.
Find me Payday!