Dawn breaks.

Tavish wakes up and looks around. All his possessions are present and accounted for. His house is the kind made of wattle and daub. Nothing overly fancy, but it's his.

Right now it's kind of dark.
Breakfast sounds good too. Maybe there's something nice in the bazaar today.

What to do?

This looks realy interesting! I just recomend you use the steampunk mod, because reasons lol.

http://www.garrysmod.org/downloads/?a=view&id=115242

>>4604
Oooh! Thanks, Furei! I'll go find a use for them right away!

>>4602
Examine your food storage.

Take a morning sip o' whiskey.

[Should we refrain from ridiculously out-of-character commands, i.e. "Begin writing Sniper X Spy fan-fiction" or "Don Afro"? On that note, should we refrain from obvious MSPA/Homestuck references?]

>>4607
Indeed we should refrain.

...also, on a related note, Gmod stopped working because of the latest update. Will get right back on it once it's back up!

[Yes! Up and running again!]

>>4606
>>4607

A good ol' yawn and stretch, and now to get something to eat.

But first, light up a candle (with a wholly period-accurate tinderbox) because the room is still rather dark.

Now let's see: in the basket there are a few potatoes left...

...there's the small sack of garlic cloves and onions, and some forest root herbs still in the pot.

Do all those really make breakfast? Sure it would, but the bazaar stands should definitely be open at this time, anyway. Guess a trip to the market is in order after all.

Well, time for a morning shot of ale.

"Aah, that's the stouff!"

Okay, next on the agenda?

Go to the Bazaar. Like a BOSS.

Geeze, I love all the little details you're using here like the candle and the tiny cauldron. I can't wait to see where this goes.

Put on your robe and wizard hat. THEN go to the bazaar.

>>4619
>>4622

Tavish opens the wooden chest to put on his garb. It's not a wizard's robe or hat - he's not that rich and nor does he do any wizardry.

Heading out with a confident stride, he also dons his coif. Don't want to look like some poor Irish fella.

[Captcha: "Adv. ourteam" Indeed. Advance, our team! Advance!]

It's fine sunny day in autumn.

Cue the music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JVtVyfAHNc

In the village, the stands are open and look inviting, the stables are being tended, and at the blacksmith's shop, the sound of clanging is heard.

"Guid day, Mrs. Driscoll!" He greets.

"Ah, and good day to you too, Militiaman!" She addresses him by title. Indeed, Tavish is a man of the Militia, since all able-bodied men are required to be trained for battle in case of invasions.

"Ay, mighty fine wares ye' sellin' this day."

"Thank you kindly. What can I get you, now? The beef, though, you'll need to put in a soup or stew back home, since it's not cooked yet, I'm afraid." said the Courier's mom.

Observing the sale, there are the mentioned raw steak and ribs, a string of sausages, some cheese, a good bunch of ripe apples, and several fresh pies.

Which one to open the coin purse for?

>>4627
Buy a pie and ribs.

Really loving this.
>Buy Ribs for later, Pie for lunch, and an apple to hold on to.

>>4628
>>4633

He decides to buy a pie, ribs, and then an apple as an afterthought.

Putting the apple in his inventory pocket, he heads off. He knows just the place to cook the meat.

"Aye, Smithy!"

"Morning, Tavish!" The blacksmith says over the hiss of the hot metal dipped in the water.

"Hello!" Mrs. Anzo pauses from brushing the horse's mane.

"Mornin', Good Sir." said the shop vendor. On the stand there are pears, carrots, and all kinds of fish, while under, there are several big sacks.

"Mhht fft fhik tf mmhy h chhknn?"

"Nae, naw thanks. Mebbe later, Bryni." He didn't really get what he(she?) said, but he was quite certain he heard the word 'chicken'.

Now that he thinks of it, it looked like Bryni was trying to sell the chicken. Well, in any case, he didn't need one and nor did have any place to keep it.

Passing by the tavern, he sees Mr. Anzo talking taking with the barkeep. He can't really hear the conversation, but it can't really be all that interesting, considering Mr. Anzo's pageant for weather topics.

Ask whats in the sacks, if not appealing, move on to delicious rib cooking.

Disregard Sacks, I suck cocks

Ask what is going on in the discuss, alternatively ribs.

He greets them anyway and asks what they're talking about.

"Guten morgen." says the man with the greying temples, while the tavern's owner simply waves.

"Ve're discussing about ze intricacies of vine-making and how ze veather affects the rezults of the vine."

"Ah. Awright, then. Jus' wundering." He let them to their talk. Wine wasn't really his cup of tea, or pint of beer in his case."

It's a (very) small village where everyone knows eachother, so it's common sense to say hello to one's neigbors.

Tavish at last reaches the campfire spot and begins right away on preparing the ribs.

All around, the trees have shed their leaves in preparation for the looming winter.

In the distance in the direction of the farm, there's the field of golden wheat. (totally not corn)

He lets his mind wander. What should he do for the winter? What about today? Visit the fort? Maybe continue on his project later in the day?

From now on, I think I should mention in advance the number of posts I have prepared at one time, so future image dumps won't be interrupted while they're in progress.

Mind you, I'm still figuring this out as I go, so please bear with me.

Combine Ribs and Pie.
After a delicious meal, tend to the fort to see if there is any work to be done.

Wow! This is really good, keep it up.

Prepare the meal and enjoy it. Though, wouldn't it be nice to have a friend to share it with? Seems a bit lonely, so all alone by the fireplace.

>>4655
I agree. Say, doesn't Tavish have a certain friend who would appreciate ribs anytime, anywhere?

Captcha says: efficiency tsHunge ...I think we are on the right track here.

[4 images incoming]

Archer comes up and greets him. "Heigh-ho! G'day, mate! How be you over yonder?"

"Guid morn! Jist over here by th' campfire. What sayeth yew?"

"Ey, in sooth, nay much. Toilin' away at the targets, and being tattle-taled by that flap-mouthed poppet of a Courier." The Archer said while he skewered a pair of sausages on one of his arrows.

[Ye Olde Speech brought to you by the Medieval Mode Chat parser: http://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Medieval_Mode and there was much chuckling.]

A bit later then, the sounds akin to some breathing beast where approaching. Like some hound was sniffing it's way towards them.

Right next to them it inhaled a deep breath, and then the Cavalier said "I smell ribs!"
Good ol' Cavalier. Homed in on the scent of the spoils like a wolf to a kill.

They both welcomed him and asked how life at the garrison was treating him. The mentioned third party told how they all trained daily, from the crack of dawn 'till sundown, in offense and defense, with all kinds of weaponry.
Since the beginning, rather than just be in the Militia, Cavalier wanted to continue his training, and hopes someday to become a Knight, or even a Paladin.

They all sat there, enjoying the campfire.

But then -

"HEINRICH!" someone bellowed from across the village.

"Coming, liebchen!" Mr. Anzo called back, although in a rather high-pitched way.

The three remained silent, while Mrs. Anzo's (one-sided) arguing with her husband could be heard all the way to them. Something about her taking care of the stables while he prattled all day around town, and that he should help around the ranch more, that he brings that bucket of water from the well, that he is a lazy gibbering mouse, and other such things.

The Archer then mourned "Alas, pitiful wanka'. Went a'runnin' as if ogres were after him. ...'Cept how dost he flee from ye one he married? Surely baneful, by'Jove!" Archer jested.

And there was much lollery.

Militiaman then raised the ribs, proclaiming "Weel, t'is looks about done."

['kay, done. Proceed!]

What is Tavish's opinion on Mr. Anzo's wife? Hasn't he noticed lately just what a pretty, mighty fine lady she is ... ?
He needs to discuss this with his friends.

[4 pics incoming]

Tavish shared the ribs with Cavalier, and while they were all having some breakfast, he said:

"That Miss Anzo is leookin' meighty fine today, ey? What do yew think - quite a lady, righte?"

"Wh-WHAT? That trollwife? You can't be serious!" Cavalier was gobsmacked, while Archer just stared wide-eyed.

["veryyyi much". Indeed, very.]

"HAhahah! Yew should 'ave seen ye' faces! Oh, 'tis to laugh! Naw, ain't got naethin' for Mr. Anzo's wife." Militiaman then changed his tone, and with a gleam in his eye, said "But on th' other hand... yew know 'ye Apothecary back n' th' fort?"

And he started tale-telling. Some time ago...

Back during training, when he got injured in a tryout, he met the Apothecary's wife.

They very soon fancied eachother.

"Forsooth! By Thunderous Artemis, YOU and the physician's wife?" Archer asked.

"Weel, if th' doc is more wedded to his job rather then his guidwife, an' ye' lady is lonely, how could 'Ah refuse?"

"munchmunchmunch..." Cavalier had a mouth full of roast rib, so he couldn't say anything.

The Archer then, jokingly "I sayeth, aren't you a mighty lucky wolf, ye are?"

"Heh. If 'e has candlelight fer' his potions, but can't 'ave lamp-oil teh' spare fer th' misses, that's his fault."

[Okay, go!]

>>4690
Why don't we check up on what the Physician and his wife are up to now?

I think its safe to assume that this thread is dead.

Awww, is it? That's really sad to hear, I was really looking forward to see where this was going :(

I loved how much detail you put into everything, it really gave life to this adventure, if you know what I mean.

Plus it looked like my BROT3 was about to embark on the grandest of adventures, oh well, thanks for sort of giving me a glimpse of it, it was a wonderful read!

>>4904
>>4960

Not dead yet! ...Or, I'm not going to abandon this thing here!

I'm sorry for not being so productive as of late. Since January onward I've been busy with: college, website project, exams, upcoming trip, and so forth.
Just one more week, and things should calm down, hopefully. :)

Also, as of late I've been having vampires on the brain... I'm ashamed.
The Legacy of Kain series's storyline is too awesome to not get caught up in it, I hope you understand.

>>4986

Then there is only one solution. Medieval Tavish versus Vampires.

Seriously though, when you've got the time for it, I'm hoping Tavish'll stop mucking about in ye olde village and march forth on some grand adventure.

[Aaaand I'm back! Sorry for the wait, people! I've put in a little extra to make up for it.
5 pics in this batch!]

>>4643
>>4742
After finishing the ribs, Tavish split the pie (Archer politely declined his share) and they ate that for breakfast as well.

When they were about to leave is when Archer stated "I say. Good chaps, what do mine eyes convey on that hill yonder?" while looking out in the distance.

Turning around to see what it might be...

...they see these newcomers on horseback.

"Sir? Are ye sure as shooting about this?" the shorter one asked.

The other man just looked on in apparent concentration.

"CHARGE!" he suddenly shouted and made his horse rush forward, javelin at the ready.

The associate just watched, and then covered his eyes while there was a resounding crash.

From very high up, the man (just previously) on horseback shouted:
"Help! Need some assistance, hither! HEEEeeellp!"

As it turns out, he attacked the windmill and his weapon got embedded into one of the wind blades, right alongside the swords, spears, countless arrows, and other such things already present in the wood.

The horse just trotted away, unfazed by the incident.

They looked away and sighted. Nothing to see there. Another day, another idiot attempts to attack the windmill.

Cavalier headed back to the fort, and Militiaman thought he'd join him since he had been meaning to go there anyway.

"Off to training I go! By my word, I will pay thee back for the fine meal!"

"Fare thee well!" Tavish said as the other hurried back to his formation.

(Cue atmospheric music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaw4lA2dHE4 )
Inside the fort, beside the garrison, there were some other things to see. Town gatherings took place here, and every now and then there would be a trader's fair.

Right now there seems to be some kind of debate going on.

['k, go!]

>>5123
>>5124
>>5125
You are a genious!

>>5123
>>5124
>>5125
Are these a reference to Don Quijote de la Mancha?
Never thought I would see Don Quijote here.

>>5131
Indeed they are.

[2 pics incoming]

From the back of the crowd, Tavish tried to see what was going on, but it soon became apparent.

Another witch check. The crowd waited in anticipation for the final verdict... and the scales remained even. Cheers of "A witch! A WITCH!" ensued, but distinct from the chorus he heard someone say "Told you so."

Off-ways from the rest of the gathering, there are these two foreigners. One of them obviously looked to be of noble heritage, with their confident stance and well-groomed genuine facial whiskers.

He wondered what could bring such select citizenry here and- Oh, there's the doc!

The Apothecary and his wife are among those at the gathering. Should he go greet them?

[Done! So what direction should Tavish go from here, anon? ...'like overheg' captcha?]

>>5201
Tavish quickly gets distracted by the Joker's(Spy) puppet show

[3 pics]

The crowd cleared a bit, so he took his chance to step in. "'Ey, Doc." he says.

"Greetings." The Apothecary responded, 'cheerful' as ever, and behind him while he's not looking, his wife smiled and waggled her fingers at Tavish.

He gave a curt not, schooling his expression, and then he got distracted by the puppet show.

The Jester waved these puppets around.
"Baah!" he said before raising the stuffed toy "No, silly steed! Let me tell you..." he shouted in a high-pitched tone.

Then he threw the puppet back and spoke in a normal tone:
"Sheepy-sheep quilt-capes are red,
Coated lonely counts are blue..."
Then hiding the stuffed animal behind him, he reached for his... well, Tavish remembered the jester calling it a 'bootonier'.
"But what iz day? What iz moon?
Nassing, when compared to you."
Jester finished, presenting the flower.

"Oooh, thank you kindly." Mrs. Driscoll tittered and reached for the offering.

Beside her, rolling eyes, and a big sigh of exasperation were plain to see, though.

He watched, and behind him, Militiaman could hear the people milling around and yelling.

Well? Now what?

[Go!]

>>5226
See if he can chat up the Apocathary's wife alone?

[3 pics on the way]

>>5236
A quick glance back at the Apothecary, and Militiaman decided to chat with the mistress.

"Guid day, dear miss. How art yew?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

She pressed her fingers to her lips and then whispered "Shh. A bit of subtlety, would thou?" She pointed behind him.

"Oh. Righte then. Slipped mah mind." Tavish whispered back.
Oh course, not only her husband is present, but there are many people around as well. Probably not a good idea to let someone catch a glimpse and spread rumors.

Ey, that didn't go so well.

In the distance, though, he could see the main event about to start.
Might as well- it's about one of the only exciting things that happen in these parts.

Getting a good spot near the front, he watched as their resident wizard (and part-time executioner) set the bonfire alight. The witch let out an almighty screech before being engulfed in flames.

"Splendid!" the town's judge clapped enthusiastically.

The crowd goes wild! Tavish joins in on the cheering, whistling and clapping his hands.

The town's wizard walked away from the pyre, dusting his hands with a job well done.

"That t'was it this day, good folks. Ye perpetrator has been neutralized. Thank you!" The judge announced before he added "Now, if somebody would be kind and bring ye farmer out of yonder pond so we can change him back?"

'Ribbit' is heard somewhere among the people who kept cheering on and clapping their hands.

All of a sudden... something's happening. It's as if the sands of time are shifting.
A random event has been triggered!

What's it going to be, nobody can predict. Some minor change? Or of massive proportions? The dice of destiny rolls...

Suddenly, the sorcerer turned to him. Mumbling, he presented a pouch to Militiaman.

"Oh, yew gott th' brimstone! Thank ye!" Indeed, Tavish asked for a batch of the stuff some time ago. He needed it for his project, and who better to ask the resident wizard who's an expert in all things fiery?

Paying the appropriate sum for the sorcerer's undertaking for him, he then headed back to put the bag in his house for safe-keeping.

Tavish wondered. After he stored the pouch away, should he continue on his hobby immediately, or should he do something else that maybe he'd missed?

[Just so you know, the other outcomes in the random event were either an attack from an invading force, or the Courier showing up with an announcement, or something completely different.]

[I admit. I am a horrible poster. ...But at least now I've got a better system so I can make these more efficiently. Also, I'll post these on hipstr as part of a series: http://medieval-tf2-rpg.hipstr.com/ just so you all know. 8 pics incoming!]

Tavish has a most peculiar hobby. He taught himself the basics in the art of alchemy, all in order to sate a burning curiosity.

Long ago, there was a mysterious incident. One day when he went to burn the rubbish pile, he happens-chance added some stuff from the village's shared compost heap since he ran out of wood to stoke the fire. And it was then that the campfire just... blew up.
He lost his eye to the shrapnel that day.

But strangely, instead of becoming hostile and wary because of the incident, he was fascinated and for some reason, felt the need to figure out what happened. It's as if the blinding light and thunder bewitched him.

Over the past few years he attempted to make that thunder happen again. Many, many tries afterward, he was starting to lose hope.

But now he got the ingredient he needed to make a new batch. A batch of the stuff he thinks would work this time.

Tavish went right down to work. He broke down the soft pumice rock, added some of the Apothecary's brew, the powdered charcoal, rock salt, regular salt, some ale (it always tugged at his heart to add that), some other ingredients...

...he poured some of the stinky potion, and finally, he added a dash of the brimstone.

Now's the moment of truth. Will it work this time?

There's a reaction! Militiaman stares with bated breath. Is this it?

... it fizzes out.

"Argh, cripes!"

Yet another wasted attempt. He threw the batch into the compost heap. He thought he might as well just quit. This habit of his was rather expensive and yielded no results and no satisfaction.

And just when he thought he lost all hope...

It finally happened!

And then he figures out what was missing all this time.

"...nightsoil. Bloomin' hell! It was the nightsoil!"

One more try, and then he heads for cover.

The mix sizzles and sparks, and there's a loud bang.

He'd done it! After all this time, he found the formula!

"HO-HO! Scrumpey to 'tis!" he toasted to his victory.

But then he felt a strange light...

[Stay tuned! There's something really good planned ahead.]

[Inspired from Steammonster's Demofairy]

"Guid morn, laddie!"

Tavish is suddenly greeted by a strange pixie person.

"So, ye'ready tah- BLOODY HELL! Tavish?? Yer a grown mon! An' yer eye's already done in!"

Militiaman couldn't believe his good eye. In fact, he reckons the scrumpey might have gone bad...

"...Bloody arse late-bloomin' lubbers they makin' me send in these days." the fairy muttered.

"So, yew grant wishes, or..."

"NO no no, boyo! Ah'm here tah tell 'yee about yer heritage. Yew are kin of the great clan DeGroot! Mah' job is 'tah make sure new kin-folk who passed their rites an' made themselves worthy of th' DeGroot clan find their way back to th' homelands."

"...an' yew, boyo, 'yer kinda' late. Yer no littl' lad wee enough tah send back with mah magic. I can't just spirit 'ya back tah home... but ah CAN spellbind a charm that'll grant ye' safe passage on yer journey.

KA-BLOOEY!" shouted the strange fairy, waving the blue sparking light in Tavish's face before disappearing altogether.

Militiaman just stood there bewildered.

Later, in the village's pub...

"Hah-HAH! That's a good one!" the Courier said.

[Background music: Gothic 2 "Tavern Soak" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ackSJfeiIiw ]

"Ah'm bonnie sure it wasnae a dream thes time. It felt tay real to th' usual." Militiaman countered.

"I am qvite sure you need to lay off zat scrumpy." Mr. Anzo said to Tavish.

"Hah. Bad idea teh git between a man an' his booze, Ah' warn yeh." he jested playfully, to which Mr. Anzo whooped "Ooh. Is zat a zhreat, mutterbear?"

"C'mon, break it up. So! The brew! You wanted to tell us about the brew, didnt'cha?" Courier egged him on to spill the beans.

The barkeep came back with the Archer's mug of ale before finally settling down to join the tavern soak.

"Weeeeeel. Teh brew. Th' brew. Wot should I tell 'ye aboot th' brew..." Militiaman circled the subject with visible coyness.

"Ah, hear me, good chap! I warrant you, thyne person would nay open your coin purse for all our swigs if it nay-happen a tempestuous event." Archer prodded.

"YEW BET'CHER BLOOMIN' QUIVER IT DID!" Tavish boomed excitedly. "At bottom-brumby-last it worked! It'sall I evah wanted an' it DID!"

"And surely I hear, yeh mentioned you where going on a most venerable trip. 'Tis true?"

Tavish then said warily "Yeh. Aboot that, Ah'll also put ma' house fer sale."

"Wait- WHAT? You mean... as in 'for good'? You'll be leaving us?" the Courier jumped in shock.

"Ah'know, lads. But hear me, 'tis not about some drunken hoolucination. Point is, Aye always felt mah place must be elsewhere. 'Tis village is all ah've ev'r known. Ah gotta' see wot's oot there."

"But, if you leave, then I loose my best customer!" the barkeep said dejectedly.

"I'm coming with you." Cavalier swiftly went to support him.

"Wha? Nah, mon. Ye' still 'ave yer trainin'."

"Training won't do nothing if not applied out there in the big world. I was going to leave too sooner or later to pursue a chance at knighthood. And now's a good a time as ever. Godspeed, you're not going out there on your own, you magnificent bastard."

On the side, the Courier whispered something that sounded suspiciously like 'fuityyyyy' at the manifestation.

"I shtil don't like it. It iz a madman's objective to me." Mr. Anzo muttered.
Archer nodded in silent agreement.
*hic* said the shop vendor in his drink.

"Hr Krrhirrr? Hs rr phhps hhkhi? Hhss bn khhihht hhl tss thhm." Bryny the farmer kipped up and pointed.

"Oh, pops? Yeah, he's asleep. Can't hold his drink, the old timer." Courier said, looking at the lightly snoring old man.

Some days later, Cavalier and Militiaman have successfully arranged for their journey. Tavish's old house was sold and the money portioned, for supplies, and for the good horses they needed from the Anzo's stables.

The priest came (more disinterestedly than not) to bid them protection and good fortune on their trip, while the village's folk watched on.

Tavish looked back at the provincial life he was leaving behind. Leaving behind the circling routine...

The good times...

The gossip mill, where pretty much everybody elopes with everybody else...

But still, it was all he knew up until now, and all his memories are of this village.

He was going to miss this place...

But the future beckons.

Aaand that's it. I can officially say that this thread is done. I hope you all like what little I could put out up to now.

Also, again, if anyone is interested, I'll be posting the screenshots (much bigger and uncompressed) over at hipstr in the "Medieval TF2 RPG" blog. Over here: http://medieval-tf2-rpg.hipstr.com/

My thanks for creating such a fun read over the past couple years, and good luck in your future endeavours!