Crusader Kings 2 - The Road of Queens
Chapter One Thousand-Seventy-Three : Vegan - Part One : Concerning Hobbits
Joxer sighed and said, for the tenth time, “There are no talking ducks, talking cats, talking horses in this tale. It isn’t set in the past. It isn’t set in the future. And there no hidden messages within the plot. Okay? It had been a half an hour and I haven’t even started the story yet.”
“I just wanted to make sure,” remarked the Empress. “We had problems with the last Bard.”
“So I’ve heard,” mumbled Joxer.
“What?”
“Never mind,” replied Joxer with a smile. He stroked the strings on his lute and added, “May I start my tale?”
“Go on,” said the Empress before waving down a servant and asking for a few bottles of the strongest beer he could find.
“So let go to Middle-Earth,” stated Joxer. “A land full of amazing races, such as elves, dwarfs, orcs, and, most important to our story, Hobbits!”
“Hobbits,” he said quickly before the Empress could ask a question, “are halfings who love their food. Which they have tons of locked within their wine cellars and larders. Because they hate to share their food. You see, they have five or six meals a day and don’t like to give their food to others. What if they run out?”
“They love peace and love to garden,” he continued. “Gardens which had high walls to keep people out. And they love high fences and strong doors on their Hobbit homes.”
“They live in, or near, a region called the Shire,” he added. “They like their privacy. In fact the small folks are quick to disappear and good at tossing rocks. They hate adventure, dislike big folk stomping around their lands, and distrust strangers. They don’t even like each other very much. They look at Hobbits from other parts of the Shire are weird and strange and, to be honest, don’t like their own families very much. They have a habit of stealing from each other. They have a lot of lawsuits.”
“Sound like greedy, xenophobic, jerks,” said the Empress as she poured herself a pint of beer.
“Well….yes,” admitted Joxer with a shrug. “But the one we will be focusing is a Ruler of a small, and independent, realm called Greenholm. Greenholm is on the western border of the Shire. His name was Vegan of the House Burrito!”
“Burrito?” said the Empress in confusion.
“It is an ancient and respected name among his people,” pointed out Joxer.
“At the age of 16 he had just become the Ruler of the lands,” stated the Bard. “He needed to pick the members of his Council, pick a wife, and all the other things a newly empowered Ruler had to do.”
“Was he like the other Hobbits?” asked the Empress with a frown.
“Well, yes,” said Joxer with another shrug. “He was a Hobbit. Which meant his height gave him a disadvantage at combat. He was also somewhat Dull and a Naive Appeaser so he wasn’t very good with people. Or smart.”
“And,” Joxer continued, looking a tad awkward, “he was uncouth so he kind of smelled. He was also Gluttonous. Even for a Hobbit. And Deceitful. And Xenophobic. And a Drunkard.”
“BUT,” the Bard added with a cheerful smile, “he WAS a Novice Musician and Gardener. Which are good things.”
“He’s doomed,” murmured the Empress as she sipped her beer.
Joxer just shrugged and pondered asking for a drink. He felt this was going to be one of those gigs.