Post by Masenko(Aero) on Oct 2, 2011 20:59:03 GMT -5
Michael got off his motorcycle when he stopped just outside a small village, he didn't know what, but he could tell something was off. The village looked normal as it was. The houses were made of what seemed to be stained oak would, it seemed to have somewhat of a drawl of pictures across its surface, as if it were telling a story. Some story of an inhuman entity that was killing young woman and children, a warning perhaps.
As walked his bike through the town he noticed some small... differences between the town a few miles back and this one. The roofs of the buildings were thatched with bundles of straw and not made of shingles. The ground was covered with some sort of stone that Michael could not gage the origin from. He saw the signs, rusted and swinging, making a high pitched sound that clawed at his head, it was as if he suddenly stepped into a different time. It finally occurred to him what was off about this place, it's people were no where to be seen. He stopped in the middle of the street and turned his head slowly, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of hostility, he saw none. However, what he did see shocked him, he saw heads darting back behind doors and under window sills as he turned his gaze toward them.
'These people are afraid.' he thought to himself in bewilderment. He slowly brought his bike to the inn named "The Liulfr" and secured it. He walked and opened the door to see a grizzled man wiping down his bar, he looked at Michael with bright yellow eyes. Michael quickly scanned the room to find other sets of those same eyes watching his every move, as if they were wondering if he were friend or foe, or Predator or prey. He walked towards the barkeep, Michael's eyes meeting the barkeep, once there he sat in silence. It was broken by the barkeep, "What'll it be?" he asked. "A meal and a room." responded Michael, the barkeep stared into Michael's eyes for a long while, before he gestured off to his left with a hand, a cutting motion. Michael smiled as he heard the sheathing of knives and the clicking of the hammers of guns being set back into place.
The barkeep laughed aloud as he notice what Michael's hands had in them, knives in which had not been there when Michael sat down. The whole inn seemed to come alive then, as if a shroud of tension was lifted off the shoulders of the patrons and people went back to what they were originally doing. It surprised Michael on how drunk some of the men were considering how deadly serious they were a minute ago. "Ha ha ha, you sure are a peculiar man, and a wise one at that. State your what you want to a mans face, and arm the hand that is hidden by your back." said the barkeep as he came back with a plate of beef, mashed potato's and a bowl of stew on the side. "What'll it be to drink then?" he asked. "Water will do." Michael said as he looked for a fork or something before shrugging and picking up the beed with his hands and taking a bite of it.
"Bwahahaha, your alright. The names Radulf Lyall." he said poking a thumb into his chest. "Michael Fenrir" replied Michael through chewing. "An odd name, how'd you get it?" asked Radulf as he brought Michael some water. "I'm married, I decided that I would take my wife's last name, rather then her take mine. Besides, I rather like it." said Michael after taking a big drink of his water.
Michael turned towards the barkeep. "So, two questions. What currency do you use here and why is everybody so on edge about strangers? Asked Michael. "Well, lately we have been getting outsiders like yourself and some of them are rather.... rude... anyway, what we use here is the Seff." replied Radulf as he took a few coins out to show Michael. They were made of different metals, there was bronze, gold, and platinum. He picked up one of the gold ones and stared at it as her got a feel for its texture. He put it back down as the barkeep explained their value. "The bronze is the cheapest of them all, used to purchase small items like rags, a few apples, etc. The gold is for a little bit more expensive items, they are worth fifty copper, they are generally used to buy some good winter clothing, small furniture, a pet possibly. The platinum coin is used for major purchases such as large quantities of goods, land, really good weapons, its worth about one-hundred gold coins. Generally though, people never carry them around. Only copper and a few gold, maybe a platinum if they are rich enough." He said as he wiped down is bar once more. Michael took it all in before running a hand over his money pouch, this movement changed its content to the currency which he had just examined.
Michael looked around to see the barmaids wandering around the inn, taking orders and flirting with the men. After finishing his meal, he walked over towards the fire place. Michael was suddenly fawned over by children asking him to play. Michael smiled as he broke contact with them and reached into another pouch on his belt. He pulled out his guitar case, the children stared in wonder as he put it down and opened it up. He tuned it and started to play and sing;
"We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll dance all night until the moon runs free,
And dandle the lasses upon our knee,
And then you'll ride along with me,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll sing all night, and drink all day,
And on the girls we'll spend our pay,
And when it's gone, then we'll away,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll toss the dice however they fall,
And snuggle the girls be they short or tall,
Then follow young Mat whenever he calls,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
There's some delight in ale and wine,
And some in girls with ankles fine,
But my delight, yes, always mine,
Is to dance with Jak o' the Shadows."
The people of the bar smiled as Michael played for them, they new the tune and delighted in having it played for them. The men clapped on the tables to the beat, the woman started bobbing their heads, and the children laughed and sing. The crowd joined in after the first verse and the barkeep laughed and joined as well. Its not everyday that a bard comes in, so this would really bring in business.
As walked his bike through the town he noticed some small... differences between the town a few miles back and this one. The roofs of the buildings were thatched with bundles of straw and not made of shingles. The ground was covered with some sort of stone that Michael could not gage the origin from. He saw the signs, rusted and swinging, making a high pitched sound that clawed at his head, it was as if he suddenly stepped into a different time. It finally occurred to him what was off about this place, it's people were no where to be seen. He stopped in the middle of the street and turned his head slowly, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of hostility, he saw none. However, what he did see shocked him, he saw heads darting back behind doors and under window sills as he turned his gaze toward them.
'These people are afraid.' he thought to himself in bewilderment. He slowly brought his bike to the inn named "The Liulfr" and secured it. He walked and opened the door to see a grizzled man wiping down his bar, he looked at Michael with bright yellow eyes. Michael quickly scanned the room to find other sets of those same eyes watching his every move, as if they were wondering if he were friend or foe, or Predator or prey. He walked towards the barkeep, Michael's eyes meeting the barkeep, once there he sat in silence. It was broken by the barkeep, "What'll it be?" he asked. "A meal and a room." responded Michael, the barkeep stared into Michael's eyes for a long while, before he gestured off to his left with a hand, a cutting motion. Michael smiled as he heard the sheathing of knives and the clicking of the hammers of guns being set back into place.
The barkeep laughed aloud as he notice what Michael's hands had in them, knives in which had not been there when Michael sat down. The whole inn seemed to come alive then, as if a shroud of tension was lifted off the shoulders of the patrons and people went back to what they were originally doing. It surprised Michael on how drunk some of the men were considering how deadly serious they were a minute ago. "Ha ha ha, you sure are a peculiar man, and a wise one at that. State your what you want to a mans face, and arm the hand that is hidden by your back." said the barkeep as he came back with a plate of beef, mashed potato's and a bowl of stew on the side. "What'll it be to drink then?" he asked. "Water will do." Michael said as he looked for a fork or something before shrugging and picking up the beed with his hands and taking a bite of it.
"Bwahahaha, your alright. The names Radulf Lyall." he said poking a thumb into his chest. "Michael Fenrir" replied Michael through chewing. "An odd name, how'd you get it?" asked Radulf as he brought Michael some water. "I'm married, I decided that I would take my wife's last name, rather then her take mine. Besides, I rather like it." said Michael after taking a big drink of his water.
Michael turned towards the barkeep. "So, two questions. What currency do you use here and why is everybody so on edge about strangers? Asked Michael. "Well, lately we have been getting outsiders like yourself and some of them are rather.... rude... anyway, what we use here is the Seff." replied Radulf as he took a few coins out to show Michael. They were made of different metals, there was bronze, gold, and platinum. He picked up one of the gold ones and stared at it as her got a feel for its texture. He put it back down as the barkeep explained their value. "The bronze is the cheapest of them all, used to purchase small items like rags, a few apples, etc. The gold is for a little bit more expensive items, they are worth fifty copper, they are generally used to buy some good winter clothing, small furniture, a pet possibly. The platinum coin is used for major purchases such as large quantities of goods, land, really good weapons, its worth about one-hundred gold coins. Generally though, people never carry them around. Only copper and a few gold, maybe a platinum if they are rich enough." He said as he wiped down is bar once more. Michael took it all in before running a hand over his money pouch, this movement changed its content to the currency which he had just examined.
Michael looked around to see the barmaids wandering around the inn, taking orders and flirting with the men. After finishing his meal, he walked over towards the fire place. Michael was suddenly fawned over by children asking him to play. Michael smiled as he broke contact with them and reached into another pouch on his belt. He pulled out his guitar case, the children stared in wonder as he put it down and opened it up. He tuned it and started to play and sing;
"We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll dance all night until the moon runs free,
And dandle the lasses upon our knee,
And then you'll ride along with me,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll sing all night, and drink all day,
And on the girls we'll spend our pay,
And when it's gone, then we'll away,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll toss the dice however they fall,
And snuggle the girls be they short or tall,
Then follow young Mat whenever he calls,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
There's some delight in ale and wine,
And some in girls with ankles fine,
But my delight, yes, always mine,
Is to dance with Jak o' the Shadows."
The people of the bar smiled as Michael played for them, they new the tune and delighted in having it played for them. The men clapped on the tables to the beat, the woman started bobbing their heads, and the children laughed and sing. The crowd joined in after the first verse and the barkeep laughed and joined as well. Its not everyday that a bard comes in, so this would really bring in business.
