Jason Willliams has cooked up QUITE a Barwench Tales story for you all… thus begins a new story arc… ENJOY the ride with this, a triple-sized BT to kick it all off! Come back every Saturday for more! 
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Is that a chicken pot pie I see on the table? I don’t think that’s how they’re made.
I love Jessi’s expression when she’s glaring at Dirk. She’s saying “You’re the evil male who jilted my friend and you’ve got a lot to answer for.”
Jill and Sara are friends? o_O Odds bodkins!
I said Jessi, not Jill. Jessi (dark elf girl) and Sara have been friends ever since they bonded over their love of violence.
Yeah DIRK, why did you pull a douchbag move?!
I’m guessing it comes down to Sarah kept trying to get him killed and it just didn’t stop, day after day. It’s one thing to have potential danger as part of a goal such as a military op or some other job, it’s another to just go out and try to get killed.
Dirk appears to be the calculated-risk type. A mercenary soldier who fights to win. He doesn’t strike me as a Sarah- or Jesse-type who would try to take out a M-2 Bradley with a shotgun if they thought there was a pot of gold in the personnel bay. He takes risks, but he’s not foolhardy or stupid.
Sarah’s looks for danger. Sarah is the type that goes into the forest network of back roads without checking the engine, with no emergency supplies and then ends up having a search and rescue team come get her. Or the desert without water. Or mountain climbs stoned.
That’s one scary minotaur-ess. Can’t wait to hear this one!
Oh, goodie! So, this isn’t gonna be some yammering on-and-on flashback. We get to see it acted out in real time. Huddle up ’round the fire, children, and let us watch a tale unfold …
@Don – I noticed that pot pie, too. Must be an ,,,,uhrm … interesting recipe.
And, Jason – beautiful big installment this week. Well worth the wait! Lots of fun details scattered about. That stegosaurus tail imposing itself from the right-hand must be the roast beast? And a nice, grand entrance by … _______? Guess we’ll have to await more formal introductions to get her name.
Don’t you just hate it when uninvited guests show up? ^^
Good move, Dirk. Bring the skeleton’s head to the feast why don’t you. Oh, and some lame joke in my brain about the cows coming home, but nevermind. On with the story! Oh, and love the beerstein with the horns. Red bull?
Msyendor,
Don’t EVER call a minotaur a cow. They hate that, really, really hate that.
That might be a good tactic to use— make it mad.
A frequent joke about the post-original series Klingons is that all one had to do to win a battle with them was to make them mad. (From cunning and smart in the original series to Kzinti-style “Scream and Leap” from Star Trek the Motion Sickness on…)
Making a Minotuar mad is NEVER a good tactic. They’re ALWAYS mad. Distracting it so it runs off a cliff or into a fire sometimes works though.
So fantasy worlds in a different place and time also have Thanksgiving? Thanks given for what, exactly, in this place and timeframe? Still, giving thanks on general principles must be universal, or multiversal…. (thinking of the hobbit party that kicks off LOTR, for instance, or the Hogswatch festival on Terry Pratchett’s Discworld that has suspicious overtones of Christmas…)
i am still studying all the little details. wonderful. love the bird head on trophy rack, is that their chicken. lots ugly and big and nasty.
guess who’s coming to dinner, sort of picture.
Ooh Storytime! Tell us a story, Ko—I mean, Dirk…
Love all the details — I keep going back to each frame and find something new each time. Some people have an umbrella stand by the door. Leave it to Sarah to have a weapon stand (filled with weapons, of course).
And then there’s that bird-head trophy on the wall. It looks like a phorusrhacos, the “terror bird,” of the Miocene in Patagonia — over 8 feet tall and armed with claws on wings and powerful talons as well as that fearsome beak. I wouldn’t want to meet up with one of them, but I’m sure Sarah had fun. I’m a bit surprised she doesn’t have one as a pet, but maybe she does and we haven’t seen it yet.
Ohh, things are about to get really interesting, methinks.
Minotaurs…why did it have to be minotaurs? I hate those guys…
Dirk, I hope the story explains how you were able to kill the bull but not the cow. And also how she tracked you right to the inn door without you noticing her.
How now, brown cow? (Go ahead, ma’am, get mad, you can’t be any more dangerous than you are now.)
Not to nitpick, but shouldn’t Dirk have said “and why his WIDOW is now trying to kill me.”
Dumdumdumduummmm
Everybody seems to be short one digit on their hands/feet, even the hapless chicken in the chicken pot pie.
Tube-tops are not for everyone…just sayin’
Thats probably why the Minotauress is so grouchy.