Battle Brothers
Help us with rumors and gossip for taverns!
If you've read our progress update about taverns you'll know that taverns are a hub for information. Here you can share rumors, news and gossip with the patrons. You'll be able to gather light gameplay tips, and learn more about the world.

You can't really ever have enough of those lines lest they repeat and you'll soon know all of them by heart. If you've ever wanted to have some of your own writing appear in Battle Brothers, this is your chance! We're asking you to share any lines for rumors, gossip, jokes and anything really that patrons would talk about in the tavern here. Assuming there is any interest in this, we'd then pick the best lines and you'll be able to read them in the game once the update hits. Note that we may edit them slightly so they fit the game better.

To give you a better idea, here's a few examples currently in the game. Any of your lines should be of similar length.

The first is shared by soldiers and is a light gameplay tip.
I've trained militia before, and let me tell you, spears are the best weapons for when the men don't know what they're doing yet. Cheap and easy to hit with. Put a few men together for a spearwall and it's hard to even get close to them without a spear in your belly.

This one is entirely for flavor, but it helps link different settlements.
We had a murder here. Some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ from Skjold put a knife into the back of one of the merchants. He'll see the noose on Sunday, you should come watch!

And this one is flavor for northern settlements only.
You came to the right place if you're looking for able men to bolster your company. Us northern folk are strong, rugged and honest!

Anyone interested? :)
Автор останньої редакції: rapsdjff; 16 лют. 2016 о 10:09
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Nice idea :) Here is my first try:
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Long time ago i worked for nobleman as courier and many times i saw the battles. But one time i saw interesting thing in the battle - same soldiers were crawling from battle and i decided to help them, but when i come to them - i saw that these soldiers were healthy, but too drunk to fight. Good soldier should know when to stop to drink.
Автор останньої редакції: Ulrich; 12 лют. 2016 о 13:05
The tavern is hot and filled with acrid dark smoke. You sit yourself down and listen to any good tips to find jobs on. Time goes on and you listen to various stories of dubious worth when you feel a light touch on your purse..

*options A 'you leave' and looose a small to medium amount of coin
option B 'you grab his/her hand' and a brawl errupts

you can then perhaps add a second battle to this where the city guard shows up and demands every 1 to leave and you can have the option to fight them as well. :axesword:
Pin this topic, people might post, after they play the update. I'm not really that good at the game, but people who are good might like this, to share their tips and tricks.
Автор останньої редакції: VXV; 12 лют. 2016 о 8:52
here's a few off the dome....

"Ive fought and killed a few orcs in my time, the only thing I ever found their armor and weapns good for was to melt down. But there was this one lad I knew, Mungo The Bull, who wielded one of those monster axes like a bloody greenskin itself. Srongest man Ive ever seen, thighs like trunks and arms bigger than my body. Could swing that axe like a farmer reaping wheat. He could march for days without getting tired. All that strength couldnt stop an arrow through his eye though.."

"Sure....back when I was a sellsword we used to take any warm body we could get into the company. Most never made it that long....but every now and again you'd see some beggar turn into a war machine and get a real taste for it"

" You'd think itd be easy to get a good, strong, net around here! My boss used to hire fishermen just for their nets, and most those men weren't worth a damn!"
Автор останньої редакції: Asterix; 12 лют. 2016 о 10:13
i like to go swimin with bow legged women and swim betwen their legs.
I used to be a adventurer like you... Just kidding

Story from a old forester...

"I got a queer story for you, certainly aint no run of the mill banter either, I can’t say for certain its fact but it does sound real interesting. Listen here, there is talk of a clan living way up north near the foot of those age tall rocks of mountains, the clan was said be largely only men and very few women. The way I hear it those women were witches who beguiled the men to do all manner of outlandishly brave and foolish things for em. They would constantly battle the wild animals and each other over gaining the women’s favor, I hear there were men in that clan who could put the biggest orc to shame with their strength. But you haven’t hear the stranger part, so the saying goes when one of the men would be so tired, spent and so full of shame for failing to gain the affections of one of the enchantresses he would beat himself to death for it. Course that would not be end of it ya see, apparently the witches would patch him back up and keep him alive to continue entertaining them. I’d say it’s all a bunch of nonsense, but I saw a man once full of scars and strange tattoos, now he looked like the sort of man who could punch a bear square in the nose and crack its entire skull. What do you make that?"
Автор останньої редакції: Knight Marius; 12 лют. 2016 о 11:19
My first three attempts:

houndmaster/any merc:

*stares at his mug*
„...possibly he was born in the gutter, catching rats to make a living – he did not talk much, you know.
For all I care let them all be born in the gutter, catching rats all their lives when it does make them as fierce and relentless as him - a savage beast on the battlefield, the first to charge, knowing no fear, killing them all alike – no regrets...
But beyond battle he always has been lighthearted, always finding a way to cheer one up, when you were in need.
Yes, he cared for you, when noone else did, no matter when, no matter what, no matter the cost and - that has cost him his life in the end...“
*raises his mug*
„To a true brother, to [insert most common dog name]!“


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merchant:

„Damn thieving wh_ores_ons, worse than Orcs and Goblins at one go!
Against them I would call this green plague, may them foul creatures all rot, decent folk!
Sure, they take all your goods and kill all your men every so often, but even them as-dumb-as-they-are-stinking-monstrosities have enough honor to not come to you smiling, exploiting your need for guards at every turn these days, just to double-cross you halfway! And I paid them greedy basta_rds a royally sum, lest exactly that does happen!
Do you believe that?!
No, no, I tell you twice a week is too much, even for me. Trading nowadays is like flogging a dead orc.
No, I'm done with that...
What about you? Your work must pay very well, when you can fling away crowns like this.


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sailor/traveler:

„I've traveled far to the north, the south, the east and the west, even across the oceans and I've seen everything, or so I thought. But this one odd thing I've never seen before and I would not believe it myself, if I have not seen it with my own eyes on my last journey:
Men, commoners like you and me, fighting on horseback. No sh_it!“
Автор останньої редакції: Love Gun; 18 лют. 2016 о 15:08
* One of your mercs gets in a fight over a cardgame/ woman/ discussion/ pride/ sexualtiy/ skill*
winner or loser either, dies, gets injured, loses money, loses skills, gains buffs, gains weapons, gains prestige, whatever
" I was keeping watch one night, and I heard a woman out in the woods calling my name. I couldnt be sure, but it sounded like my sister. These days are hard. I knew it wasn't her, but at the time I was so sure?! How can that be?"
Landknecht, knight, old soldier
"Let me tell you a little battle trip. If you fight against heavy armored enemy, you should use pickaxe, or warhammer. After few good hits, their armor will be completely destroyed!"
You overhear-
I am tellin ya is de truff! I saw its wid me own eyes I did! We was marchin down the road on our way to X an in de distance was a host o skeletons wid a giant o one leadin em. Dey all had armors and weapons but rusted and decayed, the leader of dis host held a banner, soiled and torn with a Black Dragon upon a field of red, an den de mists swallowed em up and the host disappeared from sight, and dats de truffs!

You overhear-
Look you sod, the red cap mushroom growing out of dung is more effective in curing a toothache then one growing out of soil...and I can tell you this is true because I have never had them come back complaining again!

You overhear-
Whats this then? Serving Wench! Come look at the stew you just brought me! There is something still moving in it. And you say the food here is fresh?

You overhear-
Look lads, now I know the ale has gone a wee bit to our heads but that serving wench has a moustache and arms the size of my thighs so it might be wise to steer away from her when shes looking for company after the inn closes for the night.

You overhear-
How dare you! I will most assuredly not be giving you the contents of my chamber pots for 1 copper a pot! You tanners are all alike.

You overhear-
Look lad...ive taken you on as a apprentice but you have to learn the trade or I will send you back home to me sister and wont bother helpin again.
Now when I tell you that those lead candle holders only need to be dipped in the molten gold for a moment thats what I mean.
The gentry here wont know the difference, so just dip it as quick as you can then you are done, good lad, you will learn.

You overhear-
Will you fiathful let a old priest sit and share your stew?
We will priest, there make way so the old man can sit...
I thank you brothers of the faith for sparing a loaf of bread and a bowl of soup for a old priest.
Well you can have a ladle of the bowl and a few slices of bread old man but we never gave you leave to take the pot and our loaf of bread as well.
You would beggar a old priest who carries relics? A old priest who is sore and hungry?
Relics you say, why now priest indeed you need to be warmed and fed, let us forget that talk of you eating too much!
You are alll good lads and truely of the faith.
Relics you said what of them?
Yes I carry the toe nails of Saint Agnes. If you know the tomes it is said she was able to turn the blade of her enemies with a toe. And her toe nails are coveted as the most poweful armor in the realm.
So you have this relic and I can use it to turn any blade or arrow priest?
Indeed I do and sadly because I have no means left, thus my imposition at your table, I can sell ONE of the toe nails.
Wait wait lads...we all know I have the biggest purse and I WILL BUY this toenail. Whats your price priest.
Just a gold sovereign, as the sainted lady would not have me ask for more then its worth. And with that I wish you a blessed evening and dont forget to place the toenail on your nose in battle.

You overhear-
Look lads, we have around a two week journey ahead of us, so only buy salted, cured or pickled meats and fish. Buy bread ehough for the journey as it can still be eaten soaked weavels aside. For greens buy ehough for a week but buy two weeks of potatos and that should see us through.
Now lets lift our mugs and drink to safe travels and a fat purse at the end of our road.
Автор останньої редакції: Sheytanaslan; 13 лют. 2016 о 20:57
It's been bad, that's all I know- Travelers and caravans have been having lots of trouble on the road because of all the [bandits/goblins/orcs] running around. Hey! maybe you should ask around, I heard there's good money to be had by cleaning up the roads.

How about this one on a frontier town? ;)
I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the... wait, mercenaries don't have knees...
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Seriously now :
There are weird people in the streets some nights. Nobody knows where they come from and where they go. Nobody wants too, to be fair.
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There was a noblehouse in this town, once. They were just and noble. Then there was a war, an other noblehouse, a treacherous one, came and killed everyone. I guess there is a lesson to learn from that.
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See the seagulls there ? Means good fishing. So many fishes in the sea that everyone got their share of it, and there are still fish left ! So now what do you want ? Fish pie ? Fried fish ? Fish Crackers ? Grilled fish ? Fish tajine ?
Автор останньої редакції: Alien; 13 лют. 2016 о 13:57
Цитата допису Spectator:
I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the... wait, mercenaries don't have knees...
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Seriously now :
There are weird people in the streets some nights. Nobody knows where they come from and where they go. Nobody wants too, to be fair.
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There was a noblehouse in this town, once. They were just and noble. Then there was a war, an other noblehouse, a treacherous one, came and killed everyone. I guess there is a lesson to learn from that.
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See the seagulls there ? Means good fishing. So many fishes in the sea that everyone got their share of it, and there are still fish left ! So now what do you want ? Fish pie ? Fried fish ? Fish Crackers ? Grilled fish ? Fish tajine ?
Salted herring or pickled eel!
I'd like to see a bar fight "spill out into the streets" or something like that.
Maybe you only have 2-5 guys armed with knives or smaller weapons. Very little armor etc.
That or a rare scrip where one of your tavern goers picks up a wound or is killed after a verbal tiff in the pub. May be unfair to loose a vet to something so trivial but I sure would remember it! Angry and all.
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