Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard '08
ajanders
Explorer
Against the Lighting of the Death (Intro)
The door of the Tower's Shard opens to let in another wind, this one also cold and damp, but smelling faintly of onion, garlic, rosemary, sage, pepper, and lemon.
The man who comes through the door is neatly dressed in a brown suit of rough tweed and flat brown tweed cap.
He's carrying an enormous wooden box on his back:it's only two feet wide and a foot deep, but so tall it starts at his knees and stretches up maybe two feet over his head: he has to duck-walk a bit to get it through the door. The box is labeled in large letters:
BILL BEGLY -- ROAST CHICKENS
The man looks about for a moment, then comes towards Rethlin, wringing his cap in his hands.
"B-Beggin' your pardon, Master cleric, sir, but we've terrible trouble at 'ome! The chickens are all disappearin' han' Lonny Gosset's 'avin 'isterics han' a puddin' monster's been stealin' knives outen Jack Ginder's forge an all the hancient goblin dead 'ave risen up to 'owl for vengeance hon us poor sinners an wi'out a priest they'll tear all hour 'earts off and carry them back to Dollurh to eat!!"
The man stops at that point: between the speech and carry the box, he badly needs to catch his breath.
The door of the Tower's Shard opens to let in another wind, this one also cold and damp, but smelling faintly of onion, garlic, rosemary, sage, pepper, and lemon.
The man who comes through the door is neatly dressed in a brown suit of rough tweed and flat brown tweed cap.
He's carrying an enormous wooden box on his back:it's only two feet wide and a foot deep, but so tall it starts at his knees and stretches up maybe two feet over his head: he has to duck-walk a bit to get it through the door. The box is labeled in large letters:
BILL BEGLY -- ROAST CHICKENS
The man looks about for a moment, then comes towards Rethlin, wringing his cap in his hands.
"B-Beggin' your pardon, Master cleric, sir, but we've terrible trouble at 'ome! The chickens are all disappearin' han' Lonny Gosset's 'avin 'isterics han' a puddin' monster's been stealin' knives outen Jack Ginder's forge an all the hancient goblin dead 'ave risen up to 'owl for vengeance hon us poor sinners an wi'out a priest they'll tear all hour 'earts off and carry them back to Dollurh to eat!!"
The man stops at that point: between the speech and carry the box, he badly needs to catch his breath.
Moggthegob
First Post
Zook blinks and moves to behind Veyk whispering " What in the name of all that is knowledge is that man trying to say."
Kaodi
Hero
Veyk leans over, far over, to Zook and whispers, " That he wants us to find the chickens, cure the lunatic, kill the pudding, or maybe eat it, I am not sure on that one, and put the goblin undead back in their graves. Oh, and heap accolades upon us. Definately accolades, and maybe a heroic epic too. They will be talking about us for years. "
Moggthegob
First Post
Zook nods Ah yes of course. If nothing ele, this will makea good article for the Chronicle (and maybe this time Ill actually get to file the story.)
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