nexus_crossings | A Touch of Inspiration

Sheets of paper are strewn about the Nexus today. Moreso than usual, and not just the innumerable 'Welcome to the Nexus, Newcomer!' pamphlets that can be found all over the Plaza. They're full of nearly ineligible scrawling (and some of them are sticky eww--oh wait that's just raspberry jam) but the title of each sheet is the same.

BUNKERS AND BADASSES Campaign the Second

Near the center of this litterocalypse sits Tiny Tina, a crayon tucked behind her ear while she writes fervently over yet another piece of paper in pen. A plate of crumpets sits to the side, only one of them half eaten. The young lady groans in frustration before balling up this piece of paper too and chucking it behind her.

"Hey y'all so I'm trying to plan a new Bunkers an' Badasses campaign but I gotta get some new ideas son or it's gonna be one hell of a lame trek through imagination land, ya dig? What's the most awesomest adventure you ever been on? Or, if you're hella lame and haven't saved the world or conquered one in the name of crumpets or what have yas, what kind of character would you play in an adventure game?"

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The sea takes a great deal of time to travel from place to place, and Tyrion has had about enough of it. And now he is going to stretch his legs, and not have to smell the stink of those on the ship with him as he travels onwards to Westeros to see that one's destiny is claimed.

But as he's meandering with a goblet of alien wine, Tyrion can't help but notice there is someone of his stature here. And he is not going to hesitate to head over to join her at her table. "Why hello there!" And perhaps it is the question she is seeking an answer that is more of a draw to, not to mention the litter of paper on the ground.

"And to answer your question, it seems my life has been one grand adventure as of late. Though if you can give me just a moment, I'll be more than happy to share one of my favorites." He places the goblet of wine on the top of the table, and he grabs hold of a chair and he goes to sit himself down on it.

"Yo."

Tina pushes a chair out for the newcomer. After a moment to scoop up her own half eaten crumpet she'll push the plate of pastries over his way as well. Let it not be said that Lady Tina the Tiny is nothing if not a most gracious host.

"I am in dire need of some adventures, yo. The folks I run games for pretty much fight giant monsters for shits an' giggles so if I don't make this hella epic they're gonna be like Tina that is lame."

Stories are by all means welcome, is what she's saying.

Tyrion looks at the krumpets, and he does help himself to one. He never was one to turn down the offering of food. It would be rude for him to do other wise. He takes a healthy bite, and he tries his best to translate what she's saying.

"Games with giant monsters? Right, I've almost forgotten about how this world works. But my story doesn't have giant monsters. My story has little me, and my adventure to a wonderful but not so wonderful place called The Vale. And while, I wasn't alone, being ambushed by members of the Hill Tribes."

He takes another bite of his krumpet, and he puts the uneaten half on the table so he can tell his story the best he can. "They are brutish sort, completely uncivilized, but they're a fierce lot when they're in combat. But back to my story that is also a story in itself, but it is quite long, so I'll spare you."

"So are those like Bandits? They sound an awful lot like bandits. We gots a lotta those on Pandora too like. So. Many. I could pave the road from here to my house in Skag Gulley with noghint but the skulls of dead bandits."

Actually...that would be a pretty epic story point. Excuse Tina while she scrawls that down on a new sheet of paper.

"Why were you headed to the Vale?"

"No they're not exactly like a robber. They're well..." Tyrion tries to find a good way to describe his old friends. "They're different from the rest of us Westerosi. And the story does have a good ending, but anyway, let me continue."

Tyrion talks and he holds up a hand, as he talks. "I was on the Vale, because I was accused of nearly killing someone's son. I didn't do it. But that was beside the point. But after proving that I was innocent, a very close friend and I were headed back to King's Landing. We had stopped for the night, and we were ambushed by one of the Hill's Tribes."

He leans over to grab another krumpet, and he takes a big bite out of it. "Mmm. Delicious."

"The noble hero framed for murder, banished and forced to prove his innocence! Attacked in the midst of night on his way back to claim his rightful title!"

Excuse Tina while she narrates Tyrion's story in between his own speaking. She has a habit of making commentary during all kinds of stories. You really do get used to it. Besides, she's making him sound even more awesome than his story. It's a service, really.

"Dude, man," her hyperbolic movie trailer voice drops to something more conversational when he pauses to eat. "Crumpets are the shit."

"And for someone of my stature, defeating one of the Hill's Tribemen with nothing more than an axe was almost going to be the end of me. But you see, I was able to use my brain as my blade and offered to get them better weapons than the crude ones they normally use. Convincing my father to agree to their terms was not exactly easy, but in the end I prevailed."

Tyrion knows he might be muddling up some of the details of those events. Those events that seem like they took place so very long ago, and now with another chapter of his life coming to an end and another one dawning on the near horizon as the armada of ships was nearing the Stormlands.

He nods his head about the moist little cakes being delicious. How he misses real food. "I've been eating dry biscuits for the past few days, so anything that isn't them is the shit."

A Touch of Inspiration

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