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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2017 12:23:10 PM
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[i]In the street, a clearly drunken man passing by the knight's position. A light leather jacket, not exactly befitting the current weather though it was clear the weather hardly affected him.
The center of his chest was exposed slightly, the medallion of a cat head attached to a necklace being seen. His head has strange white blotches in odd positions, which was a stark contrast from the rest of his blackened hair.
The man stumbled for a second, reaching out and grabbing at the knight's shoulder for support, looking at the helm calmly. A pair of golden cat like eyes stared back at him, the man giving a wild grin. [/i]
"I thank you for the support, server. HA! I meant ser...." [i]The man laughed, a deep jovial sound rumbling in his throat, and took a step back, before stumbling right back to the knight. [/i]
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[spoiler]idk if I just didn't explain it right, but Dale is not wearing armor. The Good Knight's Night is the name of the inn. [/spoiler] [b]The rather large man, standing at 6'3" caught the drunken fool, holding him with impossibly tight hands. However, despite their vice like grip, they held a warmth behind them, as if one could simply fall asleep in his arms with little effort. Standing the drunken man up, Dale shifted his hands so one was on the other's shoulder, the other on his arm, so that he could support the man as he began walking him towards the inn. The rocks for now were placed in his pocket, tucked away so he could focus on getting the fool to safety. [/b] Drinking your troubles away? Or perhaps, judging by your mood, the opposite of troubles. [b]Similar to his hands, Dale's voice was deep and grumbled like a mountain, but held a soft restraint. His words were smooth rather than sharp and cut and seemed to glide over each other as he talked. They were rather relaxing, in honesty. [/b]
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[spoiler]Oooh. My mistake. [/spoiler] "Troubles? Bah!" [i]The man laughed again, holding himself against the man's shoulder. [/i] "Can a man not drink... Ssssimply for pleasure?" [i]His voice suddenly crew angry, before laughing and the anger fading away. [/i]
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I never said you couldn't. [b]Dale steadied the man once more as the pair approached the tavern, their fleeting hitting grass rather than stone, and the area becoming well lit. Upon their arrival, the dancing woman from before danced over, and spoke to the large man. [/b] [u]What's going on here, didn't I tell you to adv-[/u] [b]Her eyes looked at the drunken man with a silent "ah." And sighed a rather large sigh. [/b] [u]Well, I suppose one more customer can be kept here. We're nearly full, so Dale I'll have you start working on the bar, ol' Heinz can get off his butt and start serving for once. [/u] [b]The woman looked over the new guest disapprovingly, before speaking in her soft voice once more.[/b] [u]What got you so riled up, I wonder? [/u]
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"Lost loves and dead men..." [i]The man fell into a certain sort of seriousness, his face darkening slightly.[/i] "...Tales told and stories read..." [i]He looked up at the woman, as of reciting something to himself.[/i] "... They are nothing." [i]He laughed a loud, moving away from the man and stumbling, throwing his arms around and dancing crudely. [/i]
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[u]Well, I suppose we'll put him down for the night, and either have him pay in the morning or sometime else with some work. [/u] [b]The larger man nodded, and in the midst of the terrible dancing, scooped the drunk up and tossed him over his shoulder, and began walking towards the inside of the tavern. [/b] Doesn't sound like pleasure to me.
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"HEY! Leave me with pretty lady..." [i]The man said through slurred words, slamming the palm of his hands against the man that carried him. [/i]
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[b]After his words, the tavern went silent... Time seemed to slow as Dale placed the man back on the ground, and spoke once more. His vice like grip was back, even tighter this time.[/b] I know you are drunk. I know it is a compliment. I know you do not know the same things I do. But considering your condition, I would not put certain things below you. Touch that woman and I will... Kick you out for the night. [b]The chatter slowly picked up pace as the large man guided his drunken companion to his room. It was simple, a bed with a nightstand and a few chairs with a small table. [/b] Tread carefully. But sleep recklessly, as soon as you place your head down you will fall to sleep.
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Edited by Royal Blade: 11/17/2017 1:53:34 AM"Sleeper Witcher.... Hehe..." [i]The man chuckled, before dozing off before even ON the bed itself. A strange drunk, and luckily not a violent one. Given the two swords he had upon him. Witcher. Had Dale heard that word before now? Perhaps, perhaps not.. [/i]
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[b]The only witches he knew of had tried to kill him, and he still had the scars to prove it. He was getting a distaste for the man, though admittedly he knew that his companion was drunk, and most his character had changed. Placing him softly on the bed, Dale pulled the covers over, and whispered a "night" before turning off the lights. [/b] [spoiler]Timeskip to morning? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure. [/spoiler] [i]After an eventful night of dreaming, the man awoke in a cold sweat at noon. He groaned to himself, swinging his feet out of the bed and placing them against the floor, placing a hand against his temple. [/i] "Where the fock am I..." [i]He mumbled, rising to his feet wearily and stumbling ever so slightly from the hangover. Quickly regaining his balance, he kept a hand clutched against his head before making his way out of the room.[/i]
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[b]Once he exited, he came to a long wooden hallway filled with other doors, similar to a hotel of sorts. The hallway led to a dead end to the right, but lead to another door on his left. Several people started to come out of their own doors, of all sorts of species and race. [/b]
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[i]Placing a hand against the wall and holding his forehead with the other, he made his way down the hallway slowly but surely, following the other people as they went down the hallway. [/i]
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[b]When he reached the door and opened it, he was welcomed by the smell of grilling sausages and cooking waffles. Chatter echoed in the large dining hall, made entirely out of dark wood, with tree roots sprouting from the walls or floor occasionally. Dale saw him come out and approached with a huff.. [/b] You out, tiger?
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"Out? Out of what? And don't call me Tiger, the name's Alric." [i]The man, Alric, replied with a gruff voice, dropping his hand off the wall and to his side. [/i] "Where the hell am I?"
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Welcome to a Good Knight's Night inn. The best sleep you'll ever have, and the best sausage in town. [b]Almost on cue, his partner Elincia threw a sausage at Dale, who caught it, took a bit and spoke while chewing.[/b] You seemed way to tipsy last night to be safe, so we decided to give you a place to rest. [b]He swallowed the bite and spoke again, waving to a knight with a frog like head as he walked by. [/b] Otherwise you might have ended up on the street.
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"Tipsy, you said? Explains the hangover then...." [i]The man mumbled, mostly to himself as if he had forgotten the events from last night. [/i] "I thank you for your hospitality ser, but I am sure you wish for something in return. Name your price, who do you wish dead?"
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Dead? Hm... The word dead carries a lot of weight to it, lugging it around and throwing it about is a bad way to live. [b]He thought for a moment, before speaking again, his eyes seemingly now focused on a crack in the ceiling. [/b] If you don't have money, I suppose we'll let this slide, perhaps you'll do some cleaning. If not, you have to promise to come back.
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"You seem to misunderstand, ser. I have the money to pay, but I am a killer. They call me the Bloody Witcher, and I live up to the name. An assassin of sorts, if it pleases you." [i]The man stated, drumming his fingers along the hilt of the blade at his hip. [/i] "You allowed me to spend a night in this establishment, without reason, without merit. An honourable deed, which is to be met with a deed as well. Any of your competitors, I will kill. Any of your enemies, I will kill. I do not throw the word around, ser. I throw their heads off. "
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[b]He smiled at the assassin, scratching his thin beard, and spoke once more, moving his hand to the back of his head. [/b] You see the problem is, I don't have any enemies, nor plan on making any. If you really feel like playing a blood price... [b]He placed his right hand on his chin, and supported his elbow with his left hand. He thought for a moment, and spoke. [/b] If I come across anyone who I think is a threat to me or my family's safety, can I count on you to help?
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"I swear upon my blade I will come if you call for my assistance." [i]Alric nodded his head, bowing slightly at the man before him. [/i]
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Uh, sure man. Well, if you want to sit down for a meal go 'head. I'll join you in a bit, just give me a moment to find a table. [b]He went off, swerving between the circular tables before finding an empty one and waving the assassin over. [/b]
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[i]The Witcher sighed to himself, reaching his hand up and playing with the cat headed medallion in the center of his chest. After a moment of thought, he weaved through the crowd of people and slid into a chair at the table, making himself comfortable. [/i]
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[b]Pulling a chair from a nearby table, Dale squatted on it, leaning forward with one hand on his knee, the other on the back of the chair. [/b] I'm gonna ask some questions, if you feel uncomfortable just say pass. The first is your full name, for hotel log books, the next is whether you prefer waffles or cereal. [b]Letting go of the chair back, he leaned towards it and crossed his arms. [/b] And the third, do you feel pride in your work?
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"Alric, The Bloody Witcher. Don't have a last name, that's all I know about." [i]The man put his hands in his lap, locking his fingers together. [/i] "What the fock is cereal? Or waffles?" [i]He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about the two food items. [/i] "And no, I'm not exactly proud of my work. I prefer monster hunting over human hunting, but the former doesn't have much business here."
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Cereal is oats, soaked in milk, you eat it with a spoon. Waffles is dough shows with magic into a grid like pattern and covered with sugar. Good stuff. [b]The woman from last night placed down two bowls of soaked oats, as well as a kiss on Dale's head, before walking off once more, leaving the two alone. [/b] It's nice, knowing I have an ally in time s of need to protect the ones I love. Thanks.
