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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Someone" data-source="post: 5753958" data-attributes="member: 5656">Daunton's unpredictable weather changes again, this time bringing dark clouds from the sea. Soon the shiny day becomes gloomy and forbiding, and rain punds the steets. It's too early for maps, and conversation dampens briefly in the tavern as the light dies out. “So, isn't it time to feed it?” suddenly asks one of the patrons. The barman looks at him with eyes full of hate.“I told you I don't like showing it in public. Not since the last time.”“Aw, come on, my buddy here hasn't seen it. Also, it's a slow day, we could use a story.”“I haven't seen what?” asks the mentioned buddy.“A souvenir the barman brought from one of his adventures. The most horrible creature you can imagine”“I can imagine quite a bit horrible creatures”“Not like this one.” says the barman, who has placed a large bird cage covered with a black cloth on the table. “I got it some time ago from one travel to a far away island. The natives called it......<a href="http://l4w.wikia.com/wiki/PC:El_Chupacabra_%28or_The_Horrible_Creature_in_the_Bird_Cage%29" target="_blank">EL CHUPACABRA!!!</a>“El what?”“A hideous being that feeds on living flesh, and cheese. It terrorized the locals with it's nocturnal attacks.”“How many of them killed?”“Three goats, for what I could tell.”“Well, if three dead goats are the worst those peasants have faced, they are very lucky. The least worry they have around here are bandits.”“Dude, they don't have bandits there because 'it' ate them all!”“Ok, now I have to see it. Remove the cloth.”The barman pulls the cloth away while at the same time a lightning dramatically bathes the tavern in white light. A... thing not one foot tall stands on the cage's floor, looking at everyone with diminutive black eyes.<img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o116/rowenstin/Chupacabra5.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />“Wait” says the buddy. “Is that it? You had me all worked up!”“What do you mean?”“I can't believe you're such a pansy! This thing is adorable. Why is the cage's door welded?”“It can pick locks.”“You're kidding.”“I'm not. The first day here it escaped and...”The barman leans forward and concludes the sentence with a whisper: “have you heard about the incident at the temple of Lauto?”“What? You mean this birdie did it?”The barman nods.“He did that to the high priest? And... and defiled the sacred relics? And did those drawings on the god's statue in the middle of the sacrifice?”“That was what the public even knew. I was lucky to get it back before more harm was done.”“Even then he's just a mischievous little bug. Come here, birdie...”“No!”But the barman's warning comes too late. As the man extends a finger to pet el chupacabra, the creature produces out of nowhere a diminutive and vicious club which seems to have a tiny rusty nail embedded in it and smashes the man's hand through the gaps in the cage's bars.“Aaaaah! AAAAAAAAAAH!”“I warned you””AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!”<img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o116/rowenstin/Chupacabra2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />“I told you it was dangerous”“Oh gods, it hurts!”“But did you hear what I was saying for a moment?”“I'm bleeding!”“No, you went all oooooh, it's just a little bug”“How can that thing hit so hard?”“I wish I never brought the thing back” says the barman, covering the cage again with the back cloth, as the man gets out of the tavern seeking medical attention. “I wish someone else took it with him so I didn't see it again!”</blockquote>

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