Wayward Paths of Madness
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:27 pm
Late the night before a man would be beyond dung-faced by alcohol's snare in the back of the smoky interior of the Elf Song Tavern. His face was the rough, sweaty texture of a diseased moon. It was a pitiful sight to behold indeed as he slammed down the entirety of his third bottle of Moonlight Knight and listened to haunted sounds only he could hear with tears streaming down his booze-inflamed eyes. He said the words: "Heathen-haven," a few times with contempt.
A heavy burden swirled about his face; illuminated by the sickly, red light of a traveler's faintly magical ring. The mousy man he was scheduled to meet, appeared in the room suddenly and set a belt buckle bearing two symbols on the table. One representing vengeance: A black-gloved right hand holding a coin with a two-faced head and one representing justice: a balanced set of scales set upon the head of an upright war-hammer.
He paid for the belt and said loudly to someone he staggeringly bumped into--moving his cloak aside momentarily to reveal an overlarge, sheathed sword. "Out of my way, investigation in progress."
A heavy burden swirled about his face; illuminated by the sickly, red light of a traveler's faintly magical ring. The mousy man he was scheduled to meet, appeared in the room suddenly and set a belt buckle bearing two symbols on the table. One representing vengeance: A black-gloved right hand holding a coin with a two-faced head and one representing justice: a balanced set of scales set upon the head of an upright war-hammer.
He paid for the belt and said loudly to someone he staggeringly bumped into--moving his cloak aside momentarily to reveal an overlarge, sheathed sword. "Out of my way, investigation in progress."