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| Necessities of Life (Food, Drink, and a good Bar Brawl); [P] Province, Lucian Baneheim (PM if Interested in joining) | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Jul 31, 2010 3:22 am (89 Views) | |
| Province | Sat Jul 31, 2010 3:22 am Post #1 |
 
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Standing upon a small barren hill on the outskirts of the Village of Kellen Province could not help but be disgusted by the sight before him. These people were no better then those who had fought against him so many years ago. He was sure that everyone down there, if the truth was known about his past, he would not be welcome. In fact the entire town might rise up and try and kill him on the spot. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as he thought this. It was almost worth revealing his past just to see them try. But he knew better then to pull something foolish like that. He had enemies out their much more stronger then some stupid villagers. And if they were to get word of his survival he would be in for some serious trouble. No it was paramount that he keep who he was to himself. The sun shown brightly above him as he made his way into the town. It was a rather hot and humid day, to hot for a shirt in fact. His cloths were simple, boots, pants and a light cloak. Without a shirt, his bare chest could be seen beneath the cloak. There wasn't a cloud in the sky not that it really mattered to him what the weather was like. His only concerns at the moment were to do what he had come to do quickly and then depart. The less time he spent among these...humans the better. What brought him to this sad excuse for a town was something, that, before the curse he never really had to bother with. It was a simple life he led as a dragon, eating when he grew hungry, drinking when thirsty, and sleeping when tired. As a human things were never so simple, everything was ran on money and he was in dire need for supplies. The bit of gold he had left from his last job was staring to run dry he would need to find one again soon. Life as a mercenary wasn't so bad. He always took the jobs that involved fighting or killing of some sort so he found them most enjoyable as well. But anyway back to the task at hand, supplies. He needed buy some rations to last him another week, and perhaps something to drink while he was here. He wasn't much of a drinker but found that it helped him relax and forget that fact that he was no longer a dragon. Perhaps a trip to the local inn was in order, and if possible perhaps a good bar brawl to help pass the time. And the chance to smash some stupid humans face in was something he would very much enjoy. It didn't take him long to find the rations that he needed for the following week. With those packed away in his sack he made his way toward the inn. The inn it self, which was called The Green Gryphon was easily the largest building within the village. So finding it would be no problem. He only hoped that if he did start a brawl, which was becoming more and more likely, that at least one person could take more then one punch before being knocked out. He was in the mood for a real fight not just a one hit KO. With that in mind and finding himself at the entrance to the Inn he quickly opened the door and entered. Edited by Province, Sat Jul 31, 2010 7:25 am.
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| Lucian Baneheim | Thu Aug 5, 2010 12:18 am Post #2 |
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There were three things that Lucian liked in the world, and those three could all be procured in this little bar. The first was rather obvious to anyone going into a bar, alcohol. The second, a little obvious as well, being women. The third was, of course, the chance to either hit someone, or mentally scar them. The lich cared not which one it was, only so long as he got some sort of morbid amusement out of his night. Any of the three of the options could bring him some enjoyment, and all together would bring him paradise for another day. With a quick nod to himself, and to the women the sharp elven eyes his current body sported could see, he rushed in through the door. Some glances tossed his way, probably more at the fact he was dressed for a gala and not a bar-room, but he cared little for it at all. The smile on the lich's face seemed an almost creepy one as he looked over the room. Lucian was not a fan of random slaughter but he was feeling his hair on end. He hadn't really been able to test his new cutlass out yet, and the faces in the room glared in on him. And then the faces were female ones, and his usual charm began to melt into him. Quickly, the wily lich moved to the nearest one, lifting her hand to feign some sort of gentlemanly charm. He wondered how long through the night she'd notice, if she ever would. It was a game he would often play, and one he enjoyed playing. If she was smart enough to notice, he'd like her. If she didn't? He wouldn't like her as much but he wouldn't care at that point. As his first drank came he looked at it. As always, he wondered if he'd ever really feel the effect of alcohol again. He felt it on his body, sure, but his mind seemed to go untouched. The touch of death that was always with him seemed to outshine it all, glowing through his immortal body to ensure that it would shake off such simple toxins, and be done with it. With a smile, he raised into the air, "A drink for all, on me, and perhaps a tale if you're... worthy of it." With the last few words he winked to the nearest lady he could find. And then to her husband to shine him a sinister glance. He wondered how many more such couples he'd leave in shambles before someone shattered him into pieces. For the last time, anyway... |
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