Post by Wil Frozendagger on Sept 12, 2019 20:17:59 GMT
It’s all wrong.
It doesn’t smell like it should, the ale doesn’t taste like it should, the people aren’t talking like they should, the food isn’t right, the sounds aren’t right, this place isn’t right, it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong its all wrong itsallwrongitsallwrongitsallwrong-
“[FUCK!]”
Studded leathers strike the bedding in the private room as the exclamation leaves his mouth, unintelligible to all except the denizens of the Far Realm, and Wil felt assured enough that nobody nearby understood the language, harsh and with tones no normal person should be able to make. He sighed somewhat, realising that he himself was no longer normal.
“[Who do they think they are? Who do they think they are?! Who are they to trick me into busting my arse busting slaves out? Am I a dickhead to be treated like that?]” He huffed in dissatisfaction at the foreign speech leaving his mouth, sanitising his swears and colloquialisms and leaving only rage in its place. The floorboards beneath creaked as Wil paced around the room, heavy but aimless, brandishing his wand with nothing to strike.
“[Okay, so we’re going to a totalitarian kingdom, fine, we’re going to deliver some stuff there, fine, it might be sketchy, fine! Oh by the way, we’re making you commit crimes against that kingdom that will definitely absolutely get you killed if you get found out, not fucking fine! Even worse when said slaves get fucking wasted and almost get the guards on our arses, still not fine! Even with the money still not fine! Don’t piss me off!]”
He kicked the bedstead before sitting on it, handling the new armour that he’d tossed aside so carelessly earlier. Removing his shirt, he examined the scars he had sustained during his first few weeks on Kantas as well as all the others. It was nice to have enough money to do something about that, but irritating that he even had to in the first place.
“[Sure, it’s a good thing that we got those guys out of there, but just let me know from the beginning so I can back out of life threatening situations! I can deal with a fight just fine but laws and crime is another thing! I get guards on my arse and no magic is gonna help me! And those other adventurers who seem to think it’s some noble cause, it’s insane! The half-orc bard, which is weird by the way, the genasi chick, even Greebo, who I found out is like, angelborn or something! I couldn’t do it back home so don’t ask me to do it here! Don’t sign me up for your bullshit heroics like that’s what I asked for, and don’t fucking screw me around with the lies!]”.
He took some breaths, heaving for a while in exasperation before returning to a state which was the closest to normal he felt that he could get.
“[Kundar is a place where kobolds rule and dragonborn are a slave class. It’s walled and guarded to the nines, there’s a building called Blue Pienas? And yeah, that merchant Emberbelly, who’s also shipping slaves alongside that tiefling dude Rama. Wanted to beat the shit out of him but I knew I couldn’t take him. Maybe one of these days, when I get more of a handle on magic and you teach me some new tricks I’ll show him what happens when you fuck with a Frozendagger. Or maybe not, he did pay well and there was free wine, good wine, so yeah. And on the subject of new tricks, if I’m gonna be doing this on the regs I’m gonna need more than what I’ve got, cos I’ve been cutting it real close man and I know that you give somewhat of a shit about what happens to me so make good with the secrets of eons, yeah?]”
Wil lay down on the bed, ready to lay down for the night.
“[And if I ever find that eggy dragonborn bastard again, I swear…]”
It doesn’t smell like it should, the ale doesn’t taste like it should, the people aren’t talking like they should, the food isn’t right, the sounds aren’t right, this place isn’t right, it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong its all wrong itsallwrongitsallwrongitsallwrong-
“[FUCK!]”
Studded leathers strike the bedding in the private room as the exclamation leaves his mouth, unintelligible to all except the denizens of the Far Realm, and Wil felt assured enough that nobody nearby understood the language, harsh and with tones no normal person should be able to make. He sighed somewhat, realising that he himself was no longer normal.
“[Who do they think they are? Who do they think they are?! Who are they to trick me into busting my arse busting slaves out? Am I a dickhead to be treated like that?]” He huffed in dissatisfaction at the foreign speech leaving his mouth, sanitising his swears and colloquialisms and leaving only rage in its place. The floorboards beneath creaked as Wil paced around the room, heavy but aimless, brandishing his wand with nothing to strike.
“[Okay, so we’re going to a totalitarian kingdom, fine, we’re going to deliver some stuff there, fine, it might be sketchy, fine! Oh by the way, we’re making you commit crimes against that kingdom that will definitely absolutely get you killed if you get found out, not fucking fine! Even worse when said slaves get fucking wasted and almost get the guards on our arses, still not fine! Even with the money still not fine! Don’t piss me off!]”
He kicked the bedstead before sitting on it, handling the new armour that he’d tossed aside so carelessly earlier. Removing his shirt, he examined the scars he had sustained during his first few weeks on Kantas as well as all the others. It was nice to have enough money to do something about that, but irritating that he even had to in the first place.
“[Sure, it’s a good thing that we got those guys out of there, but just let me know from the beginning so I can back out of life threatening situations! I can deal with a fight just fine but laws and crime is another thing! I get guards on my arse and no magic is gonna help me! And those other adventurers who seem to think it’s some noble cause, it’s insane! The half-orc bard, which is weird by the way, the genasi chick, even Greebo, who I found out is like, angelborn or something! I couldn’t do it back home so don’t ask me to do it here! Don’t sign me up for your bullshit heroics like that’s what I asked for, and don’t fucking screw me around with the lies!]”.
He took some breaths, heaving for a while in exasperation before returning to a state which was the closest to normal he felt that he could get.
“[Kundar is a place where kobolds rule and dragonborn are a slave class. It’s walled and guarded to the nines, there’s a building called Blue Pienas? And yeah, that merchant Emberbelly, who’s also shipping slaves alongside that tiefling dude Rama. Wanted to beat the shit out of him but I knew I couldn’t take him. Maybe one of these days, when I get more of a handle on magic and you teach me some new tricks I’ll show him what happens when you fuck with a Frozendagger. Or maybe not, he did pay well and there was free wine, good wine, so yeah. And on the subject of new tricks, if I’m gonna be doing this on the regs I’m gonna need more than what I’ve got, cos I’ve been cutting it real close man and I know that you give somewhat of a shit about what happens to me so make good with the secrets of eons, yeah?]”
Wil lay down on the bed, ready to lay down for the night.
“[And if I ever find that eggy dragonborn bastard again, I swear…]”
