Sethric
04-12-08, 09:46 PM
Sethric propped two mud-stained boots up on the table, knocking over a rather delicate looking wineglass in the process. The fellow sitting opposite him gave a disgusted look, and stormed off in a huff. Sethric merely chuckled as all the pieces of his plan came together... finally a table to himself. Relaxing just a bit, he took his boots off the tabletop and proceded to enjoy his ale. It wasn't especially pleasant, being of cheap price and bland flavor, but he shed no tears over it. One finds less and less motivation to complain about the little things in life, when one's life is slipping away every moment.
Alright, time for the obligatory scan of the room... let's see what manner of buffoons wandered into this place.
An unremarkable bunch of patrons, with a couple of exceptions. One of which being the brutish fellow standing at the bar. Great oafish bastard was bending the woodwork as he leaned upon it, making no effort to hide the rusting claymore on his back. Sethric was surprised to see they were allowing northmen into civilized establishments these days, let alone armed ones. Beside him a woman of fair complection and pitiable stature shrank into her stool. She looked for all the world like his next meal. Sethric took a moment to laugh at the thought... "Northern Barbarian accused of eating woman in Peaceful promenade, citizens shocked." Oh yes, the press would have a field day with that one.
I'd die laughing at this very spot.
With another cursory glance about the tables, Sethric's eye caught something most unusual. A haze, a sort of gray mist, enshrouding a man sipping from a tremendous stein of beer. At first glance, Sethric could have written it off as a man smoking himself invisible, but he knew better. That was negative energy, no denying it... 'course none of the commonfolk could see it, but to Sethric it was a blatant sign.
Bloody hell...
The man in the mist could only have been a vampire... it was dark enough out, that's for certain, and it wasn't entirely unheard of for a bloodsucker to enjoy a nice lager every now and then. Sethric gave a sharp whistle with his thumb and forefinger, raising his mug in the vampire's direction. The man squinted his eyes for a moment, then gave a startling sneer. Lifting his beverage in kind, the two of them threw their heads back in laughter.
Always nice to find brethren amongst the masses...
Sethric considered having a chat with him, but decided against it. He was getting tired and it was getting late. Finding his thick gray cloak rather abravise to snooze in, he doffed the ratty old thing and threw it on the table. He slumped to a studded leather heap in his chair, and raised his boots yet again onto the table.
'Good a place as any, I suppose. Now off to sleep.
Alright, time for the obligatory scan of the room... let's see what manner of buffoons wandered into this place.
An unremarkable bunch of patrons, with a couple of exceptions. One of which being the brutish fellow standing at the bar. Great oafish bastard was bending the woodwork as he leaned upon it, making no effort to hide the rusting claymore on his back. Sethric was surprised to see they were allowing northmen into civilized establishments these days, let alone armed ones. Beside him a woman of fair complection and pitiable stature shrank into her stool. She looked for all the world like his next meal. Sethric took a moment to laugh at the thought... "Northern Barbarian accused of eating woman in Peaceful promenade, citizens shocked." Oh yes, the press would have a field day with that one.
I'd die laughing at this very spot.
With another cursory glance about the tables, Sethric's eye caught something most unusual. A haze, a sort of gray mist, enshrouding a man sipping from a tremendous stein of beer. At first glance, Sethric could have written it off as a man smoking himself invisible, but he knew better. That was negative energy, no denying it... 'course none of the commonfolk could see it, but to Sethric it was a blatant sign.
Bloody hell...
The man in the mist could only have been a vampire... it was dark enough out, that's for certain, and it wasn't entirely unheard of for a bloodsucker to enjoy a nice lager every now and then. Sethric gave a sharp whistle with his thumb and forefinger, raising his mug in the vampire's direction. The man squinted his eyes for a moment, then gave a startling sneer. Lifting his beverage in kind, the two of them threw their heads back in laughter.
Always nice to find brethren amongst the masses...
Sethric considered having a chat with him, but decided against it. He was getting tired and it was getting late. Finding his thick gray cloak rather abravise to snooze in, he doffed the ratty old thing and threw it on the table. He slumped to a studded leather heap in his chair, and raised his boots yet again onto the table.
'Good a place as any, I suppose. Now off to sleep.