Post by dadithinkimgay on Nov 13, 2019 19:31:34 GMT
One room with a faint glow, another with an open door, and another room right next to the bar. If the hero had to stay up tonight then they may as well get comfortable. They made themselves comfortable at an unoccupied stool at the bar and called for their house beer.
“Deepstalker Draft, coming right up hun,” The bartender said gleefully. The hero immediately frowned and regretted their decision, but somehow felt they would hurt the happy bartenders feelings if they were to change their order.
As the hero drank, their ears remained open.
“… losing his parents like that. I remember when he used to chase rams in the fields.”
“… a ghost, right? Still handsome.”
“… bring me to a circle…. afraid….”
The hero could only make out some whispers between the singing words of the bard. None were too important, they decided.
Time passed, and sweat began to form on the heroes’ forhead, sliding down the curve of their nose before plopping into the third Deepstalker Draft the bartender had just poured. The hero shrugged, and took a big swig. The other patrons sitting at the bar tried their best not to look judgemental after witnessing what just happened. They quickly looked away once they realized the hero had noticed their glares.
“What? Maybe you all should turn down the heat then, it’s hotter than dragon’s breath in here!” The hero exclaimed, taking another big swig from the hefty mug.
“Apologies, it was strangely cold today,” the bartender said, “We’ve had the fireplace on at full force, especially since the sunset" the bartender stopped herself and formed a perplexed look. She quickly walked to the door, her boots making full sounds against the wood. She opened the door stretched her arm out to feel the air. The hero noticed her face looked even more perplexed.
“The weather. There’s no cold cutting my skin. How odd,” the bartender said confused. “It was freezing before you lot got here,” the bartender said, not paying much attention to her comment as much as the hero was. The hero turned back into their seat and stared down with squinted eyes in deep thought. He could hear the familiar sound of boots against wood as the bartender made her way back to her station.
“Is the weather often so undecided in these parts?” The hero asked, fixing their face. They also fixed their posture upright and kept one hand near their hilt.
“No, not really. I can’t even remember the last time we used that fireplace,” the bartender said, “Luckily you guys found this place when you did. You would have froze.”
“Indeed,” the hero said. They chugged another sip of their beer and let their arm, along with the mug, collapse onto the bar. The hero’s senses kicked in immediately.
Suddenly, a faint crash came form the glowing room - a room the that the hero is certain their companions occupy. The hero perked up, but just a second after, came a series of bangs in a constant rythym. Though the hero was worried about another room that night, they darted out to the room in question. The hero broke through the door only to see two of his companions in a… compromising position.
“Maker!” The hero said, shielding his eyes from the sight, “how do you even…”
“Close the damn door!” The heroes’ companions yelled in unison.
The hero quickly slammed the door. The bartender, bard, and the rest of the patrons all laughed in unison. The hero couldn’t help but laugh, too. For the first time tonight, the hero felt like everything was okay. The hero returned to their seat, but as they sit back down, they spotted a note replaced for their napkin. The hero lifted the mug, grabbed the note, and slid it under the table to read it for themselves:
“Autumn has passed," was all the note said. The hero took one last swig, this time slamming their mug onto the bar. And winter was a fluke, they thought to themselves.
The eliminated player was:
“Deepstalker Draft, coming right up hun,” The bartender said gleefully. The hero immediately frowned and regretted their decision, but somehow felt they would hurt the happy bartenders feelings if they were to change their order.
As the hero drank, their ears remained open.
“… losing his parents like that. I remember when he used to chase rams in the fields.”
“… a ghost, right? Still handsome.”
“… bring me to a circle…. afraid….”
The hero could only make out some whispers between the singing words of the bard. None were too important, they decided.
Time passed, and sweat began to form on the heroes’ forhead, sliding down the curve of their nose before plopping into the third Deepstalker Draft the bartender had just poured. The hero shrugged, and took a big swig. The other patrons sitting at the bar tried their best not to look judgemental after witnessing what just happened. They quickly looked away once they realized the hero had noticed their glares.
“What? Maybe you all should turn down the heat then, it’s hotter than dragon’s breath in here!” The hero exclaimed, taking another big swig from the hefty mug.
“Apologies, it was strangely cold today,” the bartender said, “We’ve had the fireplace on at full force, especially since the sunset" the bartender stopped herself and formed a perplexed look. She quickly walked to the door, her boots making full sounds against the wood. She opened the door stretched her arm out to feel the air. The hero noticed her face looked even more perplexed.
“The weather. There’s no cold cutting my skin. How odd,” the bartender said confused. “It was freezing before you lot got here,” the bartender said, not paying much attention to her comment as much as the hero was. The hero turned back into their seat and stared down with squinted eyes in deep thought. He could hear the familiar sound of boots against wood as the bartender made her way back to her station.
“Is the weather often so undecided in these parts?” The hero asked, fixing their face. They also fixed their posture upright and kept one hand near their hilt.
“No, not really. I can’t even remember the last time we used that fireplace,” the bartender said, “Luckily you guys found this place when you did. You would have froze.”
“Indeed,” the hero said. They chugged another sip of their beer and let their arm, along with the mug, collapse onto the bar. The hero’s senses kicked in immediately.
Suddenly, a faint crash came form the glowing room - a room the that the hero is certain their companions occupy. The hero perked up, but just a second after, came a series of bangs in a constant rythym. Though the hero was worried about another room that night, they darted out to the room in question. The hero broke through the door only to see two of his companions in a… compromising position.
“Maker!” The hero said, shielding his eyes from the sight, “how do you even…”
“Close the damn door!” The heroes’ companions yelled in unison.
The hero quickly slammed the door. The bartender, bard, and the rest of the patrons all laughed in unison. The hero couldn’t help but laugh, too. For the first time tonight, the hero felt like everything was okay. The hero returned to their seat, but as they sit back down, they spotted a note replaced for their napkin. The hero lifted the mug, grabbed the note, and slid it under the table to read it for themselves:
“Autumn has passed," was all the note said. The hero took one last swig, this time slamming their mug onto the bar. And winter was a fluke, they thought to themselves.
The eliminated player was:
Pelasarris - Autumn the Mabari
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