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Post by nawglan on Dec 30, 2008 11:26:15 GMT -5
Chapter 1: An Auspicious Beginning.
Weary and dusty from a long arduous journey, a hooded figure enters the local tavern. Tossing back his hood, a cloud of dust causes the locals to cough and mutter darkly. The barkeep approaches and asks, "What'll it be?" All the while eying the distinctive bulge of an instrument across the newcomer's back. "Ale, and plenty of it" came the reply. "My throat is parched." A coin appears magically in front of the stranger and hovers briefly before landing on the bar. "A room too if one is available."
Slapping his helper across the back of the head, the barkeep shouts, "Get your mom out of that spare room, and clean it up too while you are at it! We have royalty staying with us!" For the only royalty this barkeep knows is the gold kind. "Will you be staying long, good sir?"
Turning from the bar, the stranger dismisses the question. Taking note for the first time of a distinctive figure dressed entirely in black in the far corner. Seeming familiar, he flashes a secret sign to which the man in the far corner responds. The Assassin is loose again. Times must truly be dire. Another signal to The Assassin indicates that a meeting will occur, but not here.
"Yes, I will be staying for a while." Turning to the register the barkeep has placed on the bar, the stranger signs his name for all to see. Nawglan, Bard of the Black Rose. Master of Chaos.
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