Death's Apprentice
01-25-11, 02:11 PM
(Closed to everyone but members of Phoenix Ascendant)
Pain.
It felt as if a full symphony orchestra had decided all at once to blare their music at a triple forte within her head. Everything bounced inside her skull, echoing repeatedly, only to collect more and more noise until this cacophony of sound finally dimmed to tolerable levels. Lynura winced softly upon the floor, dress disheveled and perhaps filled with the occasional odious stain of some alcoholic beverage. She had no recollection of the previous evening, only a smattering of understanding that she had entered the tavern after waking up the previous morning. She had no plans, and had wandered Vorsport looking for some way to rectify her current situation. The answer had not been forthcoming, and so she had entered the bar.
She vaguely recalled they had rooms, though if they did, she was unaware of them, for she was upon the floor, in the midst of a pile of others. Perhaps it was common courtesy to throw drunks into a pile upon the floor, but hearing the grumbling and groans of others in the pile began to show the lack of care in doing so. She felt the pain of being pressed upon by more than her fair share of the drunkards. Apparently she had been one of the first to pass out from drink.
In her mind she committed to never getting that drunk again.
The sounds of footsteps scraping on the floor caused her to wince as the symphony again blared into her head. Even the softest of sounds seemed to have been amplified by the alcohol she had consumed. She began to question her sanity in just why she had that much to drink. Perhaps it was one of the other barflies giving her attention, perhaps it was to escape the pain of being rejected by her own parents. She would have to deal with that later. In the interim she had to get out of the pile of flesh, muscle, and bone.
Pressing up proved to be problematic, as she could not even lift herself an inch. The worn wood of the tavern creaking from the attempt and causing her to collapse with a groan in relation to the pain now hammering her head. She could have sworn someone had accosted her with how much she was in pain. The footsteps mercifully came silent as the group of people began to recover. That was, until the low gruff voice rang through their heads, “’mornin.”
Lynura winced in agony from the casual greeting of the voice, even as a few of the other people in the pile echoed her pain. One managed a plea for quiet, much to the other’s chagrin as that too echoed in their heads. Everyone slowly rolled until the pile had managed to sort itself out into four people, laying upon the ground. Lynura sat up only to clutch her head in pain, as the blood flowed from her head and caused such a feeling of light-headedness that she gasp in shock. The young noble groaned softly from the new bout of pain that assaulted her before the voice gave a soft sigh.
“Seems you folk got yourselves into a bit of a mess last night. I’m just going to cut to the chase, you guys have a tab to pay up. When you’ve got your head on straight, feel free to come over to the bar to discuss payment,” The gruff voice said. Lynura ventured an open eye again, only to shut it as the bright light of day assaulted her senses. She groaned again and nodded, almost sensing the others doing much the same thing before the barkeep spoke up, “Oh, your stuff’s in the back, don’t worry you weren’t robbed.”
Lynura hadn’t even thought about that small fact. She had been exposed for a night. Did she lose anything? Was she taken advantage of? She couldn’t say, only that she had been dumped on the floor, like so much refuse and her things taken for safe keeping. She would of course have to talk to this tender about payment, and mentally hoped it wasn’t enough to put rent in jeopardy, she was fast running out of things to sell to make ends meet anymore. Though that line of thought had taken her longer than most of her would-be room mates took to finally manage to stand.
Pain.
It felt as if a full symphony orchestra had decided all at once to blare their music at a triple forte within her head. Everything bounced inside her skull, echoing repeatedly, only to collect more and more noise until this cacophony of sound finally dimmed to tolerable levels. Lynura winced softly upon the floor, dress disheveled and perhaps filled with the occasional odious stain of some alcoholic beverage. She had no recollection of the previous evening, only a smattering of understanding that she had entered the tavern after waking up the previous morning. She had no plans, and had wandered Vorsport looking for some way to rectify her current situation. The answer had not been forthcoming, and so she had entered the bar.
She vaguely recalled they had rooms, though if they did, she was unaware of them, for she was upon the floor, in the midst of a pile of others. Perhaps it was common courtesy to throw drunks into a pile upon the floor, but hearing the grumbling and groans of others in the pile began to show the lack of care in doing so. She felt the pain of being pressed upon by more than her fair share of the drunkards. Apparently she had been one of the first to pass out from drink.
In her mind she committed to never getting that drunk again.
The sounds of footsteps scraping on the floor caused her to wince as the symphony again blared into her head. Even the softest of sounds seemed to have been amplified by the alcohol she had consumed. She began to question her sanity in just why she had that much to drink. Perhaps it was one of the other barflies giving her attention, perhaps it was to escape the pain of being rejected by her own parents. She would have to deal with that later. In the interim she had to get out of the pile of flesh, muscle, and bone.
Pressing up proved to be problematic, as she could not even lift herself an inch. The worn wood of the tavern creaking from the attempt and causing her to collapse with a groan in relation to the pain now hammering her head. She could have sworn someone had accosted her with how much she was in pain. The footsteps mercifully came silent as the group of people began to recover. That was, until the low gruff voice rang through their heads, “’mornin.”
Lynura winced in agony from the casual greeting of the voice, even as a few of the other people in the pile echoed her pain. One managed a plea for quiet, much to the other’s chagrin as that too echoed in their heads. Everyone slowly rolled until the pile had managed to sort itself out into four people, laying upon the ground. Lynura sat up only to clutch her head in pain, as the blood flowed from her head and caused such a feeling of light-headedness that she gasp in shock. The young noble groaned softly from the new bout of pain that assaulted her before the voice gave a soft sigh.
“Seems you folk got yourselves into a bit of a mess last night. I’m just going to cut to the chase, you guys have a tab to pay up. When you’ve got your head on straight, feel free to come over to the bar to discuss payment,” The gruff voice said. Lynura ventured an open eye again, only to shut it as the bright light of day assaulted her senses. She groaned again and nodded, almost sensing the others doing much the same thing before the barkeep spoke up, “Oh, your stuff’s in the back, don’t worry you weren’t robbed.”
Lynura hadn’t even thought about that small fact. She had been exposed for a night. Did she lose anything? Was she taken advantage of? She couldn’t say, only that she had been dumped on the floor, like so much refuse and her things taken for safe keeping. She would of course have to talk to this tender about payment, and mentally hoped it wasn’t enough to put rent in jeopardy, she was fast running out of things to sell to make ends meet anymore. Though that line of thought had taken her longer than most of her would-be room mates took to finally manage to stand.