Post by SForce on Feb 7, 2006 17:44:39 GMT -5
~A man is walking down the streets of a fairly small town. Inside this town, everyone knows everyone. You cannot see anyone that lives in this town not say hi to everyone as they walk down main street.~
~On the left is the typical town house. Around thirty of them, scattered out across the flat fields. To the right, the tavern, church, and councils office. At the peak of the town lies the rich mayor of the town.~
~A werry elf walks down main street, getting impolite glares from everyone as he passes past them. He comes across the tavern, look up and reads the sign.~
"Turtle Inn" the elf mutters to himself
~The elf walks into the tavern to see that it is fairly dead. The bartender/innkeeper standing there, cleaning off his bar. A bard in the right corner, writing down something unimportant. And a human with a banjo sits by the tavern window singing lightly. The elf can hear what she's saying, but no one else can.~
~The elf sits down on one of the bar stools and the bartender looks up surprised to see someone in the bar.~
"What is your most popular drink?" The elf says to the bartender
~The bartender looks at the elf for a moment, and then grabs a bottle of some kind of rum.~
"Turtle Rum it's called, the house special." The bartender said with. He had a jolly voice that seemed to calm people down as he talked, he was never seen sad. But has lost his wife by an elf arrow awhile back, but never talks about it.
"I'll take a shot of that." The elf says
~The bartender pours a glass of Turtle Rum and hands it to the elf.~
"You're new here huh young elf?" The bartender says
"Yes, i am passing throught the town. I am an adventurer with no home to go to. I was raised for most of my life by my foster parents, but left them to explore the world about 2 years ago, living off of mercenary wagers and the like."
~The elf looks at the bartender, who seems to be expecting a story of his life.~
"Well originally i was raised by human parents. When i was four my town was thrased and raided by a band of orcs. I was found breathing by my foster parents. They were a nice couple, and seemed to be elf.
I've been training to become a warrior to protect my home, but left the town because of lack of fun.
These broad swords i have were my human fathers. I carry them around everywhere. This bow was givin to me by my foster father.
I hvae been traveling around as a mercenary, killing people for money. No i do not enjoy it at all, but it is a living.
What i want to do is to get back at the band of orcs that thrashed my town."
~the elf took a sip of the rum and relized why it was one of the bars favorites.~
"What is your name young elf." The bartender said
"SForce" the elf said
~On the left is the typical town house. Around thirty of them, scattered out across the flat fields. To the right, the tavern, church, and councils office. At the peak of the town lies the rich mayor of the town.~
~A werry elf walks down main street, getting impolite glares from everyone as he passes past them. He comes across the tavern, look up and reads the sign.~
"Turtle Inn" the elf mutters to himself
~The elf walks into the tavern to see that it is fairly dead. The bartender/innkeeper standing there, cleaning off his bar. A bard in the right corner, writing down something unimportant. And a human with a banjo sits by the tavern window singing lightly. The elf can hear what she's saying, but no one else can.~
~The elf sits down on one of the bar stools and the bartender looks up surprised to see someone in the bar.~
"What is your most popular drink?" The elf says to the bartender
~The bartender looks at the elf for a moment, and then grabs a bottle of some kind of rum.~
"Turtle Rum it's called, the house special." The bartender said with. He had a jolly voice that seemed to calm people down as he talked, he was never seen sad. But has lost his wife by an elf arrow awhile back, but never talks about it.
"I'll take a shot of that." The elf says
~The bartender pours a glass of Turtle Rum and hands it to the elf.~
"You're new here huh young elf?" The bartender says
"Yes, i am passing throught the town. I am an adventurer with no home to go to. I was raised for most of my life by my foster parents, but left them to explore the world about 2 years ago, living off of mercenary wagers and the like."
~The elf looks at the bartender, who seems to be expecting a story of his life.~
"Well originally i was raised by human parents. When i was four my town was thrased and raided by a band of orcs. I was found breathing by my foster parents. They were a nice couple, and seemed to be elf.
I've been training to become a warrior to protect my home, but left the town because of lack of fun.
These broad swords i have were my human fathers. I carry them around everywhere. This bow was givin to me by my foster father.
I hvae been traveling around as a mercenary, killing people for money. No i do not enjoy it at all, but it is a living.
What i want to do is to get back at the band of orcs that thrashed my town."
~the elf took a sip of the rum and relized why it was one of the bars favorites.~
"What is your name young elf." The bartender said
"SForce" the elf said