Post by Abaddon on Jul 26, 2005 14:30:29 GMT -5
It was late at night at the old Black Drake Tavern, fist fights here and there, loners, magicians and mages deep in a trance and others getting completely drunk with their many pints of ale.
There wasn't much the bartender could do about all of the ruckus about the tavern, so he decided just to leave it be as he served another pint to some random drunk acting like an idiot, of course. He rolled his eyes and continued on cleaning a cup with a rag.
It was then that the tall wooden doors burst open as a shadowy, well built figure emerged from the darkness. What came from that revealed a hardened warrior with platinum white hair, dark blue armor, and a hefty sword held on his back.
As he entered the tavern became silent except from one hopeless fat drunk who walked straight in front of this warrior's way and taunted him relentlessly. The sword-wielding man got tired of seeing drunks upon all of his travels, so he tolerated none of this and punched the drunk in the face. The drunk fell to the floor with an ear-piercing thump.
The warrior in blue then made his way to the bartender and sat down, and the tavern came back to its normal destructive state.
"Just one pint, please." the warrior said, his voice deep and raspy.
"Comin' right up, Seryth." the bartender replied. He paused before filling out the order and looked at Seryth and smiled. Seryth looked back and started laughing, the bartender following. "Haven't changed a bit, my brother."
"Nope. Heh." Seryth replied. He then waited for his order and looked all around the tavern, seeing some of the most varied and different faces he'd ever seen. Everybody came here. Maybe there would be some more interesting people around in a little while.
There wasn't much the bartender could do about all of the ruckus about the tavern, so he decided just to leave it be as he served another pint to some random drunk acting like an idiot, of course. He rolled his eyes and continued on cleaning a cup with a rag.
It was then that the tall wooden doors burst open as a shadowy, well built figure emerged from the darkness. What came from that revealed a hardened warrior with platinum white hair, dark blue armor, and a hefty sword held on his back.
As he entered the tavern became silent except from one hopeless fat drunk who walked straight in front of this warrior's way and taunted him relentlessly. The sword-wielding man got tired of seeing drunks upon all of his travels, so he tolerated none of this and punched the drunk in the face. The drunk fell to the floor with an ear-piercing thump.
The warrior in blue then made his way to the bartender and sat down, and the tavern came back to its normal destructive state.
"Just one pint, please." the warrior said, his voice deep and raspy.
"Comin' right up, Seryth." the bartender replied. He paused before filling out the order and looked at Seryth and smiled. Seryth looked back and started laughing, the bartender following. "Haven't changed a bit, my brother."
"Nope. Heh." Seryth replied. He then waited for his order and looked all around the tavern, seeing some of the most varied and different faces he'd ever seen. Everybody came here. Maybe there would be some more interesting people around in a little while.