This is not intended to be taken seriously; it's a foolaw-oop tuh the ""dialects" thread.
Leisha asked me what the common people thought about the war, so I went through my characters until I found a spear carrier, anon-speaking role, and asked him.
Please don't attempt to correct the grammar
Olaïb here. Olaïb son of Agaïb, from Underdog. Naw, guess that don't sound good in translation, but we's right below the houndsteeth peaks so 'taint nuthing to do with our char'cter.
Priest say (well,we baint no rich village so he's priest, healer, lawteller, taleman; just about anything needs readin' or figgerin') to count your blessings, and it don't seem easy at first. Then you see we ain't nobudy's serfs, we works hard but ain't nobudy takes it from us. If we were richer, somebudy'd want to "protect" us, a king or a brigand, all the same thing.
Lands too poor for cropping 'cept vedges for us, so we've sheep, goats, a few head of cattle, rabbits and donkeys. Yes, in winter they lives indoors with us and the chichens and dogs. That way,everyone stays warm, 'n we get less trouble with the wolves, 'speciall the two-legged ones.
Things have got better since the dragons moved in cross the way. First, the ton or so of mixed horse, human and dragon dung we carrt off every moon is doing great for the gardens and fields; don't match chicken, but there's so much of it. Then, they makes us work hard, special the smith n't tanner, but they pays us in coin. Enough coin in the village now to attract the blood-suckers, but they don't come, account of not wanting to disturb the dragon men.
An' they sent down their healer when Marelia had her hard birth, and she got though it. If they'd been around fifteen years ago, like me mam'd still be around. And when Coraias youngest got herself lost and tangled, there were a dragon came along to help search, and we found her, too. Mind you, won't say it was because of the dragon, but won't say it weren't neither. Still, even her landing in the village stopping hens from laying for a week don't change the fact she was ready to help, real neighbourly, and that's more than your kings and brigands have done for us.
I can write 'cause of them, and so can most of the younguns in Underdog. Oh, not write posh like, like that princess; she can write up a storm. But good enough that a couple of the dragons have got me to write letters to people they'd met. Who'd have thought it?
So, what 'm I doing in this helmet and jerkin with metal plates sewn to it, with me long spear and short bow? 'Tain't for the kings nor brigands, nor yet for the food, but them dragons, they's fam'ly, an' the empires into killin' 'em all. 'Course, the coin comes in handy, too.
Made some good mates since joining up, 'nd lost a few and bits of others in that last battle. Those imperials, they fight well, but we held them, and we drove them off, and it warn't the kings nor brigands that did it neither. Still, seeing those dragons comin' in to carry off your mates to the healers, that tells you you're on the right side. An that princess, hear tell she was in there healin' with the best o'them – she's a goer, thattun.
When we're not fightin', it's better than hauling manure. We march about a lot, but t'air's thick as custard down here and the ground's near flat, so 'tis not as tough as 'tis at home; you've just have to learn to keep down to the pace of the lowlanders, so your spearpoints are a wall.The officers bain't all that bad, don't act too noble, no jewels or fancy velvet, and summun's got to tell us what to do, so we all does it at once, so s'ppose we needs 'em.
Killin' a man? 'Tain't much diff'rent to a sheep, an sheep's not tryin ter kill you. Not that they weren't good men, mind, but they were out to ket me an' me mates, so I gottem first. At least some of 'em, can't rightly say how many, and I hurt others. And I got this slash on my cheek, don't know just when it happened, 'll scar, but I was never that purty that I figger it'll hurt me chances none. Didn't even go to the hospital tent, healer on the little dragon sewed it up where I was, an' I can still chew so 'tis fine.
Leisha asked me what the common people thought about the war, so I went through my characters until I found a spear carrier, anon-speaking role, and asked him.
Please don't attempt to correct the grammar
Olaïb here. Olaïb son of Agaïb, from Underdog. Naw, guess that don't sound good in translation, but we's right below the houndsteeth peaks so 'taint nuthing to do with our char'cter.
Priest say (well,we baint no rich village so he's priest, healer, lawteller, taleman; just about anything needs readin' or figgerin') to count your blessings, and it don't seem easy at first. Then you see we ain't nobudy's serfs, we works hard but ain't nobudy takes it from us. If we were richer, somebudy'd want to "protect" us, a king or a brigand, all the same thing.
Lands too poor for cropping 'cept vedges for us, so we've sheep, goats, a few head of cattle, rabbits and donkeys. Yes, in winter they lives indoors with us and the chichens and dogs. That way,everyone stays warm, 'n we get less trouble with the wolves, 'speciall the two-legged ones.
Things have got better since the dragons moved in cross the way. First, the ton or so of mixed horse, human and dragon dung we carrt off every moon is doing great for the gardens and fields; don't match chicken, but there's so much of it. Then, they makes us work hard, special the smith n't tanner, but they pays us in coin. Enough coin in the village now to attract the blood-suckers, but they don't come, account of not wanting to disturb the dragon men.
An' they sent down their healer when Marelia had her hard birth, and she got though it. If they'd been around fifteen years ago, like me mam'd still be around. And when Coraias youngest got herself lost and tangled, there were a dragon came along to help search, and we found her, too. Mind you, won't say it was because of the dragon, but won't say it weren't neither. Still, even her landing in the village stopping hens from laying for a week don't change the fact she was ready to help, real neighbourly, and that's more than your kings and brigands have done for us.
I can write 'cause of them, and so can most of the younguns in Underdog. Oh, not write posh like, like that princess; she can write up a storm. But good enough that a couple of the dragons have got me to write letters to people they'd met. Who'd have thought it?
So, what 'm I doing in this helmet and jerkin with metal plates sewn to it, with me long spear and short bow? 'Tain't for the kings nor brigands, nor yet for the food, but them dragons, they's fam'ly, an' the empires into killin' 'em all. 'Course, the coin comes in handy, too.
Made some good mates since joining up, 'nd lost a few and bits of others in that last battle. Those imperials, they fight well, but we held them, and we drove them off, and it warn't the kings nor brigands that did it neither. Still, seeing those dragons comin' in to carry off your mates to the healers, that tells you you're on the right side. An that princess, hear tell she was in there healin' with the best o'them – she's a goer, thattun.
When we're not fightin', it's better than hauling manure. We march about a lot, but t'air's thick as custard down here and the ground's near flat, so 'tis not as tough as 'tis at home; you've just have to learn to keep down to the pace of the lowlanders, so your spearpoints are a wall.The officers bain't all that bad, don't act too noble, no jewels or fancy velvet, and summun's got to tell us what to do, so we all does it at once, so s'ppose we needs 'em.
Killin' a man? 'Tain't much diff'rent to a sheep, an sheep's not tryin ter kill you. Not that they weren't good men, mind, but they were out to ket me an' me mates, so I gottem first. At least some of 'em, can't rightly say how many, and I hurt others. And I got this slash on my cheek, don't know just when it happened, 'll scar, but I was never that purty that I figger it'll hurt me chances none. Didn't even go to the hospital tent, healer on the little dragon sewed it up where I was, an' I can still chew so 'tis fine.
