Doren Pride

On a scorchingly hot day in our tale, about a week into our players' first trip across the Great Sea together, the crewmen of the starboard ballista got an itch to do something besides skulk below decks with their shipmates. They were both from the farms just south of the Old Wood in North Doren. Neither had ever met a Lunderman, but they had been told of old by their fathers of how Great Lunder had cracked under the weight of Kor in the Old War. They had been taught of Lunder, cracked in half by a northern occupation, prideful yet hesitant with it's mighty navy, begging the old line of Doren to step forward to save it from destruction. Brians and Johns could not fail to notice that Barlycorn had stationed two Doreners on one ballista and two Lundermen on the other. They discussed later over ropes how it should have been one of each on each gun. A Lunder to load and a Doren to fire. So this day, laden with the weight of the sun, Mr.Johns and Mr.Brians mixed various paints from the rigging closet to produce the colors of their nation. In the space of an hour, their deck weapon was gleaming with the old red, yellow, and white. The captain cleared his throat behind the gunners as they stood back to admire their handywork.

"Aye, and be sure yer leavin' ample paint for the other. They'll be needin' it for their own white, black, and blue. And by the way, ye paint a part o' me boat without me own permission again, and ye'll be strippin' it with your teeth. In yer head still or not, yer choice. Now get outa the sun ye daft badgers!!!"