Post by QnanG5284 on Jan 2, 2009 17:26:47 GMT -5
As the rain fell over the roof of the inn, so did over the floor the people who were drinking, that night. It was late already, and the weather seemed not to get better next day. Bad thing, if one was in a rush and needed to travel, so the innkeeper was already rubbing his hands together when suddenly it happened...
The door started to bend as something was hitting it from the other side. Then, suddenly exploded and little fragments of wood and iron flew all over the room. Those who were near it were thrown as baby dolls along with them. And a Bridge Troll appeared on the inn, screaming and wielding the remnants of a tree as an improvised weapon.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the troll fell dead. Green blood mixed with slobber was coming out of its mouth, and people realized the monster had several stabbings on his body. And there was a hooded figure behind it.
The stranger took a step towards the troll, only to rub a green-bloody dagger against the scant clothes of the monster. When the dagger was clean, he sheathed it and went to the innkeeper, who was beneath the bar, holding his head with his arms, and praying to all known gods.
"Is there a room for me?", asked the stranger.
The innkeeper opened one eye, incredulous, and replied, shyly and still hidden:
"Y-yes, mister troll... the best you can aff... WANT!! The best you want!! But don't eat me, please..."
"I ain't no troll"
The scared little man opened the other eye. And the started to stand. Very. Slowly. Then he saw the scene the stranger had left behind.
"Oh", he said.
"So, is there a room?", the stranger was starting to get impatient.
"Uhm... yes, yes... I suppose so", slowly, the scared little man was becoming an innkeeper again, "But there is also a price for you... if ya' know what I'm sayin' hehe".
"I can pay".
"Of course, of course", the innkeeper took out some dirty papers and offered them to the stranger, "well, if you don't mind to sign the check-in... It's only, you know... bureaucrazy"
But instead of giving an answer, the hooded figure drew a hand, proffered the palm, snapped his fingers, pointed to the innkeeper and wiggled.
"On a second thought", added the innkeeper automatically, and putting the papers under the bar again, "This bureaucrazy stuff gets me on my nerves. Lets just forget it".
"That's a very good idea", replied the stranger, and threw some coins on the bar.
"If only were there a name to call by our savior..."
"I didn't kill the troll to save you, neither was it here to harm you", cut the stranger, as he was going up the stairs to his room. "It was trying to hide".
"Hide?", laughed the innkeeper. "Hide from what?".
"From me", replied the stranger.
The door started to bend as something was hitting it from the other side. Then, suddenly exploded and little fragments of wood and iron flew all over the room. Those who were near it were thrown as baby dolls along with them. And a Bridge Troll appeared on the inn, screaming and wielding the remnants of a tree as an improvised weapon.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the troll fell dead. Green blood mixed with slobber was coming out of its mouth, and people realized the monster had several stabbings on his body. And there was a hooded figure behind it.
The stranger took a step towards the troll, only to rub a green-bloody dagger against the scant clothes of the monster. When the dagger was clean, he sheathed it and went to the innkeeper, who was beneath the bar, holding his head with his arms, and praying to all known gods.
"Is there a room for me?", asked the stranger.
The innkeeper opened one eye, incredulous, and replied, shyly and still hidden:
"Y-yes, mister troll... the best you can aff... WANT!! The best you want!! But don't eat me, please..."
"I ain't no troll"
The scared little man opened the other eye. And the started to stand. Very. Slowly. Then he saw the scene the stranger had left behind.
"Oh", he said.
"So, is there a room?", the stranger was starting to get impatient.
"Uhm... yes, yes... I suppose so", slowly, the scared little man was becoming an innkeeper again, "But there is also a price for you... if ya' know what I'm sayin' hehe".
"I can pay".
"Of course, of course", the innkeeper took out some dirty papers and offered them to the stranger, "well, if you don't mind to sign the check-in... It's only, you know... bureaucrazy"
But instead of giving an answer, the hooded figure drew a hand, proffered the palm, snapped his fingers, pointed to the innkeeper and wiggled.
"On a second thought", added the innkeeper automatically, and putting the papers under the bar again, "This bureaucrazy stuff gets me on my nerves. Lets just forget it".
"That's a very good idea", replied the stranger, and threw some coins on the bar.
"If only were there a name to call by our savior..."
"I didn't kill the troll to save you, neither was it here to harm you", cut the stranger, as he was going up the stairs to his room. "It was trying to hide".
"Hide?", laughed the innkeeper. "Hide from what?".
"From me", replied the stranger.