A Talk of Curses and Whatnot (Ask before joining)

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    Shelby Miller
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    The trading town of Freehold sat barren and empty in the late afternoon sun. As usual, most folks were on their way home to the hinterlands or their respected kingdoms if not already there.

    The typically full inn sat quiet and undisturbed, providing a brief break for the innkeepers and Jade who dealt with a packed place mere weeks ago. The porch which usually held a few either battle-ready or sleepy Freefolk in the pause of battle stood carefree and depleted of all souls. The only company to the deserted land seemed to be slight breeze and the swaying trees. The town looked Ghostly if not peaceful in its vacated state. No enemies, no danger, no proble- CRASH!

    The abrupt sound of shattering glass, dropped the tranquil illusion as quick as it came. The noise fracturing any serene moment one might have had. The noise came just short of the Jotunbrud district, where many came to smoke, speak of lore, and deadly ideas. Several empty and damaged bottles that had once contained potent liquors now laid abandon on the path leading from the inn to this area. Perhaps it was an alcoholics use of breadcrumbs, in their own rendition of the Gotterdammerung tale of two brats lost in the woods, trying to find their way back.

    At the end of the glassy trail and perched upon the one of the many tables was a familiar blonde. Her hair, the most noticeable feature past her foul mouth and temper was in a disarray of messy curls as she lounged on one of the tables. One hand nursed a declining bottle of whiskey, her other held one of her most prized axes. The mighty immortal weapon Stormbringer sat a few feet from her, not at risk of being stolen due to its lightning induced bite when someone other than a Storm-Weilder attempt to hold it.

    The warrior of the Bolg hummed a local tune in between long guzzles of liqueur. It wasn’t long till the bottle empty and the laying elf discarded it with a careless yet powerful toss. The bottle slammed into a tree with force before exploding loudly into a rain of glass. The slightly buzzed armsman began to reach for another bottle on the seat by her before she stopped midway, studying her arm intensely through the drinking haze.

    “There’s suppose to be a mark… I’ve seen a mark there before…right?”

    The blonde spoke aloud to herself in question as she observed her clear arm for what seemed like the millionth time today. She expected at any point that the writhing curse would make some sort of noticeable arrival on her skin since her Run in with Riza. The King in Gold was decorated in the curse and she remembered seeing a mark of Sir William. Yet nothing showed…

    “What.. the fuck…” she muttered, confused and pissed.

    Delphie Cu Gohrrim~ Dyed Woman ~ Hand of the Enovy of Fir’ Bolg

    Bitch of the Bolg

    #42414

    Dan Noe
    Participant

    Raziel’s morning, as it often did in this town, started after the sun’s descent was well along. He walked, groggy, wearing his PJs and accompanied by only the most recognizable of his blades. He made no attempt to not intrude as he makes his way towards the ‘smokestacks’, muttering to himself and stomping along with the grace of a sleepy bear.

    “What kinda fucking whorehouse doesn’t let you smoke?” Raziel wiped the sleep from his eyes with the Enzo’s golemnic arm, looking past his groggyness to the blonde elf, finally registering her presence. “By the nine, yer being quiet today. What, end of the world knock some yells out of you?” He lit an alchemy stick and spit off to the side, away from the pair.

    Razzle Dazzle - Bully, butthole, devout of The True Keepers, and Redscales Legbreaker

    #42416

    Shelby Miller
    Participant

    Delphie Cu Gohrrim had lost track of the time with each poor bottle that fell victim to the greedy Bogger. By the time the Cambion has made it to table with a smoke in hand, the ground looked more like a graveyard of glass than dirt. Jade was not going to be happy with the mess the warrior elf was making. The blonde’s glassy green eyes had been studying her arm again when she noticed the familiar Labyrinthium man. The blonde half-slurred, half-growled something that along the lines of preventing herself from attacking the Adept. Something she had grown accustom to all last moon. She Being of the Council of Light and he full fledged demon these days, it seemed like a start to a really stupid joke of both walking into a bar.

    The girl with the thorny personality wiggles her way to a sitting position, getting a better look at the Hand of his Kingdom. Her eyes rolled at his comment of the world ending, even her drunken self was unamused. “Your hilarious, took you all day to sleep on that one?” The Fir’ Bolg woman questioned sarcastically, starting up the usual insulting insult. A hand went through her blonde hair as she spoke, the strands of golden wild in the wind and bothersome lately to her.

    “Thought you and Mal would be taking a trip or something, you know with the curse and all. She ditch you for being a dick already?“ the warrior smirked and rolled her eyes, though they focused back onto her arm again as if a mark would appear since the minute she looked away. A crease of worry showed lightly in her face before shaking it away but she didn’t attempt to voice her worry.

    Delphie Cu Gohrrim~ Dyed Woman ~ Hand of the Enovy of Fir’ Bolg

    Bitch of the Bolg

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