| Well, I want to stay here, lady. You've been so kind helping us, and I'm inviting you to stay with us. Then there was a scream, and a bump, like a body falling on the ground.
"Get water" she says... I'm not her stables boy... and he goes to the outter side, to pick up some water at the well.
Iridur was returning quickly with the bucket of water, and saw a cat running to the other side of the inn. After a sudden gasp from the lady, he enters the bigger room and sees the mess. An skeleton, still with an arrow planted in his rib cage, a seemingly defenseless lady with a very confiant face (that was not a good sign for the skeleton) and a dismayed halfing by the corner. When his eyes reached the lady eyes, he saw that thing that women do when they want something from men, in an angry way. In his brain, he connected the sparks in her eyes as saying "DO SOMETHING".
He stopped to think for a second. And then he did. The bucket of water flied directly to the skeleton head, unleashing the cold water on his bone and slices of rotten meat, and making his body fall. But undead beings are not easy to defeat, specially by a bucket of water, and he prepared a spell he always memorized - ice lance. The cold gust of energy and wind rushed through the room, making the long hairs of the lady fly, and freezing the water that surrounded the skeleton, slowing him a lot, and making his bones crack in several places.
Still continuing his move, he reached a chair by his side, and invoking the powers of the bardic lore started a dance of destruction, singing and bashing the skeleton, while the pieces of bone would fly in all directions on the room. When he was overand all left of the standing skeleton were his feets, still frozen and attached to the ground. He looked at the still grinning skull, and said:
Dont you dare messing with my inn. and then he looked at the lady, her long black hair, shiny as an onyx, swinging in the wind as the leaves of the oak, dancing, hipnotizing the people when she gets through... but her face was still the same, and in her eyes all he could see was a blank screen. *sigh*. He placed the chair on the ground, and noticed that all that was still remaining of the chair was the place he was holding. The rush of adrenaline was gone - he was now a simple bard, waiting to sing his song. I'll be picking up some more water, if you dont mind and he left the room, with his eyes on the ground.  |