|Lounging Peasant's Club||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lazing and Laboring: 5% chance to deal 100,000 damage; Extra 30,000 damage for each piece of Lounging Peasant set owned; Increases Player's Attack and Defense by 15 for each Farmhand owned (MAX: 100); Increases Player's Stamina by 90||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Tankard||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lazing and Laboring: 5% chance to deal 100,000 damage; Extra 30,000 damage for each piece of Lounging Peasant set owned; Increases Player's Attack and Defense by 15 for each Farmhand owned (MAX: 100); Increases Player's Stamina by 90||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Hat||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lazing and Laboring: 5% chance to deal 100,000 damage; Extra 30,000 damage for each piece of Lounging Peasant set owned; Increases Player's Attack and Defense by 15 for each Farmhand owned (MAX: 100); Increases Player's Stamina by 90||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Jerkin||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Gloves||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Breeches||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Boots||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lounging Peasant Chest|
|Lounging Peasant's Ring||3575||3000||4325||2750||Lounging Peasant Chest|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 34600|
|Duel Power: 26300|
|I. "Milady! Milady!" The seneschal burst into the room, panting, and stared at his mistress with wide eyes. "The peasants are revolting!"
"Quite so," Cecile De Chauntallion said, as she gazed up from her papers. "They're all wretched, unwashed, uncouth-"
"No, milady! I mean they're in revolt!"
|II. Cecile leapt up, grabbed the servant's shirt, and pulled him over the desk till they were almost nose to nose.
"A revolt?" the noblewoman said. "On *my* land?"
"Ungrateful swine! After I worked my fingers to the bone beating them, and teaching them their place in the world! This is the thanks they give me?"
|III. "It's that new worker, milady -- Miles of Norpshire! He said the peasantry are being exploited by the aristocracy."
"Of course they are! That's what peasants are for!"
"Yes, milady. But Miles said they should throw down their tools and refuse to work until they're granted fair wages and aren't made to slave away from dawn till dusk."
"Fair pay? Preposterous! Why didn't the overseer prevent this treachery?"
|IV. "She tried, milady. She used her whip on the fool, and told him to pick his spade back up."
"And did he?"
"...and he killed her with it! Now all the workers are building fortifications around their hovels, and hurling rocks at your guards."
|V. "This is an outrage!"
Cecile looked around for something to throw at the wall, in proper demonstration of her rage. But all her possessions were rather valuable, so she settled for throwing her manservant instead. The fellow thudded against the stone, fell to the floor, and groaned.
"Go to the city," the noblewoman said, "and... Damn it, man! Stand up and stop lazing around down there! Have all the lower classes become layabouts today?"
|VI. "Find an artificer and purchase golems. If the peasants won't do an honest day's work, I'll have them replaced!"
"V... Very good, milady! I'll see to it at once!"
He bowed and scurried from the room. Lady Cecile sat back down, took out a fresh piece of parchment, and began to write a treatise on the proper subjugation of the rabble. It would make a suitable birthday present for her daughter, she mused. After all, one day the silly little girl would have to stop dreaming of unicorns and start beating peasants like a proper noblewoman.
Cecile De Chauntallion was still embroiled in this grand work when the servant returned.
|VII. "Well?" she said.
"Milady..." He coughed, and tugged at his collar. "I fear... I fear things haven't..."
"Are the golems working the fields?"
"No! Miles and his people went into the field with clubs, and smashed them to bits!"
Cecile leapt up once again. The seneschal yelped and ran away, but she paid him no heed. Instead she went to the wall, took her mace down from its mounts, and strode from the chamber. It seemed she'd have to deal with these wretched peasants herself...
|VIII. A few days later...
"Excuse me..." the woman on horseback said. "Are you the revolting peasants?"
"We are," said one of the men behind the wooden barricade. "I'm Miles."
"My name's Claire De Chauntallion. I... I think you knew my mother?"
"Knew her?" Miles snorted. "She came here with her warriors, swinging her mace, so I killed her! And if you want the same..."
"Oh, no! That won't... That won't be necessary. I've come to make peace! Just as long as you're sure the old dragon's really dead. She's hard to kill, you know. I tried to poison her once, after she drowned my puppy, but it didn't work..." Claire sighed. "Anyway, now that these lands are mine, I'm willing to make concessions! You can have... can have... cake? Oh! I know! And a holiday, where you can just lounge around and drink beer!"