justin
Oct 25, 2007, 11:24
-Sorry about my other story, but I need more time to write more. Until then, check out this one.-
The northern winds threaten to shake the tavern to the ground like drunken daemons dying of thirst. The patrons inside sat around the fire tossing back beer, ale, rum, and sweet wines. In the corners sat groups of the elder races of elves and dwarfs, both groups taking time from their drinking to throw the other a menacing glance.
Filex the innkeeper, a balding man entering the winter of his life, stood behind the bar nervously cleaning an already clean tankard. 'Great Sigmar, please keep them from killing each other.' Filex sit the tankard down and called to one of the bar maids, 'You're not on break! Leave the fine elven gents alone and bring up some more bread and cheese.'
The bar maid got up from a young elf's knee and kissed him on the cheek. 'Don't go anywhere handsome.' The young elf stood up and kissed her hand, 'My heart will ache until I look upon thee again fair lady Danna.' This almost made Danna faint and she needed a moment to remember what Filex wanted her to do. As the young elf sat down his champions jeered him, 'My young Elthan, you are becoming quit the silver tongue daemon.' Elthan blushed as he tried to hide the fact he meant what he said to Danna.
A drunken soldier of the Empire raised his ale to Elthan, 'To young love!' The other patrons raised their drinks as well, even the dwarfs. Poor Elthan痴 face went many shades of red before stopping at bright red.
In the corner sat alone a young warrior barely in his twenties. He took in the events of the night with a faint interest and talked little. The runes that adorned his silver armor glowed slightly in the fire light. Despite his youth the warrior had scars of a warrior twice his age and had seen things that would drive many mad. So lost in thought he didn't hear Filex's wife bring him his food and drink.
"Sir? Your dinner. Sir, is something the matter?"
The young warrior peered into the older woman's face. Despite her years and gray hair she was pretty. Her deep brown eyes left him dumbfounded for a moment, 'N-no, I was just thinking. Please, don't call me sir. I am just a humble warrior.'
'Well, humble warrior do you have a name?'
Again this woman had managed to make the warrior pause. 'I am called Alexander Darkness Bane. If I may ask, what is your name?' A few warriors from all the tables turned toward Alexander at the mention of his name.
'I'm Rose, the big ox behind the bar is my husband Felix, and the barmaids are our daughters May and Danna.' She picked up his empty tankard and smiled, 'Let me know if you need anything else. There's plenty of beer and we are happy to lend an ear if you want to talk.'
The northern winds threaten to shake the tavern to the ground like drunken daemons dying of thirst. The patrons inside sat around the fire tossing back beer, ale, rum, and sweet wines. In the corners sat groups of the elder races of elves and dwarfs, both groups taking time from their drinking to throw the other a menacing glance.
Filex the innkeeper, a balding man entering the winter of his life, stood behind the bar nervously cleaning an already clean tankard. 'Great Sigmar, please keep them from killing each other.' Filex sit the tankard down and called to one of the bar maids, 'You're not on break! Leave the fine elven gents alone and bring up some more bread and cheese.'
The bar maid got up from a young elf's knee and kissed him on the cheek. 'Don't go anywhere handsome.' The young elf stood up and kissed her hand, 'My heart will ache until I look upon thee again fair lady Danna.' This almost made Danna faint and she needed a moment to remember what Filex wanted her to do. As the young elf sat down his champions jeered him, 'My young Elthan, you are becoming quit the silver tongue daemon.' Elthan blushed as he tried to hide the fact he meant what he said to Danna.
A drunken soldier of the Empire raised his ale to Elthan, 'To young love!' The other patrons raised their drinks as well, even the dwarfs. Poor Elthan痴 face went many shades of red before stopping at bright red.
In the corner sat alone a young warrior barely in his twenties. He took in the events of the night with a faint interest and talked little. The runes that adorned his silver armor glowed slightly in the fire light. Despite his youth the warrior had scars of a warrior twice his age and had seen things that would drive many mad. So lost in thought he didn't hear Filex's wife bring him his food and drink.
"Sir? Your dinner. Sir, is something the matter?"
The young warrior peered into the older woman's face. Despite her years and gray hair she was pretty. Her deep brown eyes left him dumbfounded for a moment, 'N-no, I was just thinking. Please, don't call me sir. I am just a humble warrior.'
'Well, humble warrior do you have a name?'
Again this woman had managed to make the warrior pause. 'I am called Alexander Darkness Bane. If I may ask, what is your name?' A few warriors from all the tables turned toward Alexander at the mention of his name.
'I'm Rose, the big ox behind the bar is my husband Felix, and the barmaids are our daughters May and Danna.' She picked up his empty tankard and smiled, 'Let me know if you need anything else. There's plenty of beer and we are happy to lend an ear if you want to talk.'