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A man walks into a bar. Takes out a 12" pianist...

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Month of Tempests, 30th day, 440

We head back to the inn to explain to Zorin we have to put his request on hold because we have to chase down Bed Grad and his girl. And probably Shara too. He's not to happy to hear this. I don't blame him. We broke the first rule of taking on jobs: Don't take on a second job until your done with the first. It only results in hard feelings and messy results. Especialy if one of the benifactors is short on patience. Lucky for us it seems Zorin is a patient man and will wait here while we finish up our buisness with the city and Ben Grad. We decide to hit the old clerics Nigels house first since its on the way. When we get there and look around it looks like no one has been here in days. Gets me thinking that the cleric was in on it too. Since there's nothing here that's giving us any clues we head to Swansy to see if we can get some answers.

Once we get to town Mordryth suggests we check the bar where the meeting was supposed to take place. I doubt that's where they'd go, but we've got nothing to go on so might as well check. We get to the bar. It's basicly empty except for the bar keeper so everyone starts looking for clues. I decide to head over to the bar to hit up the bartender for info. I ask the guy if he's seen a guy and a girl that match Ben Grad and his girl's descriptions. He turns around and gives me a hard look. It takes me a second, but then I recognize him as a stooge for the Northside Nomads. He walks over to my end of the bar and leans into my face. He tells me he ain't telling me [BROWNIES] and to take my "gang" out of his bar. He tries to pass it off to me that it's Nomads territory and I got balls stepping inside of it. I tell him his bar isn't Nomad territory and he knows it. He then tells me to piss off. I'll be [darned] if I'm taking that from anyone associated with the Nomads, especially a stooge. Just as I'm about to rearrange the bastards face Jarin steps inbetween us. What the [FLOP]?!? He has me by the shirt at arms lenght and apoligises to the piece of [BROWNIES] stooge about my behavior. He then turn to me and tells me to stop embarrasing everyone in the group. I look at him with shock. Likes he's just grown a [RICHARD] out of his head. As I'm standing there stunned looking at Jarin, the low life stooge sneaks me and hits me square in the nose. My world goes blank and lights up at the same time as pain travels up my nose and shuts my eyes up. I'm so blinded by the pain and rage I instinctivly fire a magic missle at the [FLOPPER]. As the missle hits and my vision starts to clear I realise I just [FLOPPED] up.

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