Bloody Bunny Burlesque Competition
When Lady Fluke first explained the challenge, I was a bit anxious. To have to cling to a thorny stump for an extended period of time, in the same position is a difficult undertaking, as anyone who has attempted a plank can attest. The situation became even awkward what I was told to change into a scant loincloth and was presented my challengers, an elderly widow and an orphan. While I am very competitive, the farce associated with this challenge is one that would require humility from anyone. Perhaps that may be one benefit from this experience, that at times we must do whatever is necessary to move forward.
First time in the Town
First time in the Town
The town was a large change from my own humble beginnings in a forest village, with big crowds and a drastic change in footprint. It is enough to get lost in. However, once I had a chance to visit most places in town and speak with many of the citizens, I have grown comfortable with it and think nothing of the buildings and customs that used to inspire awe. Now, every day blends into another with little to make it stand out.
Most beautiful lady of Sven
I just saw the most beautiful woman. Her curly hair was as dark as midnight and hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes flashed jade in my direction as her shy smile revealed pearly white teeth. I was thunderstruck and stumbled into a passerby. My face burned with embarrassment as I once again looked upon this graceful creature. She moved on about her business, slyly casting glances my way. My desire to approach and meet her warred with my fear and awkwardness. I was rooted in place and could not continue on. A gulf slowly formed as the crowd filled the place between us, until she disappeared out of sight. Perhaps this was our first meeting, or perhaps it was our last.
I, Sven, have gained enough experience that I am considered to be Level 1 among my fellow men.
Now that I have attained Level 2 among my people, ye shall see a more powerful Sven than otherwise might have been known.
Meeting the townsfolk
Meeting the townsfolk
As I wandered through town, I met many of the kind and simple folk that live here. They are just trying to live and find a bit of happiness in this world. They have no cares for power or the goings on above them. Rather, they look to one another to provide aid and a helping hand. Perhaps this is because the powers that be are not trustworthy and treat them as pawns, ready to be sacrificed for some greater maneuver in the game that nobles play. They need a protector. Someone that values every life, not just their own.
Entered by Scribe George, this day of November 17. The body of Sven the Veteran was found in a dead end street by the city guard during a routine patrol of the unsavory part of town. Sven appears to have been dead several days. Most of his possessions were likely taken by his foes. This includes a full set of armor, as indicated by creases and stains on underclothing. The youths hands show calluses indicative of long hours of practice with sword and shield. It is suspected that Sven thought of himself as some hero and picked a fight with a local gang of brigands. Interviews with local tavern keeper suggest that he is a recent arrival with no known next of kin.
Scribe George, City Guard Records