Discussion in 'RPG #19 - Shinobi RPG' started by The4thMusketeer, Apr 18, 2009.
Daniel feeling depressed... Entered the pub. He put two coins on table and said : two beers please.
The bartender took cup and poured it with fresh beer.
In his depressed voice he said :"four year now, i have worked as blacksmith.. no six years it is." He raised his cup and said : "cheers, for empire". he said in sarcastic voice.
Bartender answered : "you seem more disturbed, as usually" he laugh.
Yes these crazy days , they`re killing me, once i was great knight in republic, now a blacksmith in Empire" he raised his cup again and drunk it all...
Bartender : you poor drinker , get a normal job, the dish washers job is still available...
"I will work ,as blacksmith, i will do it for my honor.. he answered, and took a book, he started to write some thing in it. As he raised from his chair, he trow a coin at table "tip" he said and head to upstairs..
Daniel saw a man coming upstairs.He look deep in his eyes, he felt fear, anger, but he sit calmed him self down. Millions of thoughts came trough his mind. He drunk his last beer , and put it on table , to draw mans attention. "why?! why? am i doing this - he thought in - why?!.
moments later he heard the splintering of wood as a man stamped down the bar door.
"Marcus Feldt!" a voice roard across the bar. then silence. then more splintering wood. "MARCUS FELDT!" then what sounded like someone being pushed off a chair.
"It's him, that's marcus!" came the voice of another man. There was a sound like someone trying to scramble away and then the sound of crossbow fire.
"AAHG, my leg!" there was more shuffling and banging.
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