Tavern stories and the likes.
Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 6:40 am
Slow and peaceful, just the way the Halfling liked it. There wasn't much to do, sure he could walk around town to make sure everyone was behaving, but he trusted the people in Greenbriar enough to feel that was unneeded. So, after a days worth of hopping from one spot to another on the island, he decided it was time to drink and be joyful for a change, gods be good, this was far over due. As he entered the Tavern, the sun was setting and and cast a lovely reddening light on the building, he could hear voices from within and smiled as he walked through the door.
Inside the stools were filled with the Baggins', the chairs were filled with Baggins':
"It was a coup, if there ever was one"
Tiyron thought to himself as he waddled towards the head chair at the tables. With that, he slouches into the chair, leaning and falling into the chairs mold with both his arms falling on the arm rests. He was in there for a couple hours, simply listening to the daily gossip, listening to the daily nonesense:
"Nice and peaceful"
He thought quietly.
When he finally grew, or wished to move about, the Tavern's people were enjoying stories from those willing to tell them. Stories of Demons, pie, fair maidens -more pie-, the creation of the Green, the story of cake and so forth and so on. After a while though, the voices died down and less seemed to wish the chance to speak. Fearing the night was over before its time. Tiyron spoke up, his soft young accent sounding like a pleasant song to those unfamiliar with the Halfling's tongue.
Come, come! Gather round and I'll share a story, or perhaps more a rhyme we were taught in the Forest by one of the old priests.
" Mick and Mack,
were on a track,
walking through on a wintry road.
They soon became lost,
and then they noticed Frost,
in his frozen Abode.
His skin was like that of a watery lake,
that'd frozen up as the heat did it forsake,
and the color itself was something to behold.
It was white and blue,
as seen by only few,
in this world of cold.
Says he to the Halfling's twa:
" From where do you go, and where do you fa'?
For this is my realm, for the ice shall never thaw
"Oh mercy o' lord,
o' demon fair.
We've become lost and trapped,
within hopeless despair.
For we've wondered far, from whence we came,
but in your forest and realm of cold we cannot remain."
And so the Halfling's pleaded their case,
as the cold winds crept up on them,
being strong enough to shatter a Merinium mace.
Yet this being of cruel and cunning,
apparently saw only a game,
to play on the Halfling's,
and endorse a dosage of pain.
" For you have wondered into my home,
and with doing so your fate you've already sown.
But alas, I'm kind and not very cruel,
I'll give you a test, be it a escaping 'tool'.
As he spoke the Halflings listened,
as the ice slowly attacked them,
and made their frozen bodies glisten.
" For I shall keep one soul tonight,
to scare away other trespassers in the light.
Who it shall be,
he shall decide,
think slow and hard,
slow as the tide.
But as the words were spoken,
the silence was almost completely broken.
" Such a foul, and evil trick,
don't be one to think us Halfling's so stupidly thick.
For Mack was furious,
his face a coat of red,
yet Mick was quietly and apparently curious
"Take him, save me!"
Mick finally spat,
with Mack turning his anger on his 'friend',
may Mick forever be thankful Mack didn't carry a bat.
At Mick's words Frost began to transform,
his body grew and changed into in a Humanish norm.
" For I am Zhambra, lord of loyalty and bonds,
and you Mick, shall forever be frozen in my wintry pond. "
With a click of his fingers, and a dash of ice,
Mick life was ended, how very fitting and nice.
Mack was transported from the lands,
to somewhere warm and filled with sea and sand.
Whilst Mick still sits on that road,
what once was his path,
has become his hellish abode..."
With those final words, Tiyron once again become quiet and still. Other voices rose and chased away his story's chill.
Inside the stools were filled with the Baggins', the chairs were filled with Baggins':
"It was a coup, if there ever was one"
Tiyron thought to himself as he waddled towards the head chair at the tables. With that, he slouches into the chair, leaning and falling into the chairs mold with both his arms falling on the arm rests. He was in there for a couple hours, simply listening to the daily gossip, listening to the daily nonesense:
"Nice and peaceful"
He thought quietly.
When he finally grew, or wished to move about, the Tavern's people were enjoying stories from those willing to tell them. Stories of Demons, pie, fair maidens -more pie-, the creation of the Green, the story of cake and so forth and so on. After a while though, the voices died down and less seemed to wish the chance to speak. Fearing the night was over before its time. Tiyron spoke up, his soft young accent sounding like a pleasant song to those unfamiliar with the Halfling's tongue.
Come, come! Gather round and I'll share a story, or perhaps more a rhyme we were taught in the Forest by one of the old priests.
" Mick and Mack,
were on a track,
walking through on a wintry road.
They soon became lost,
and then they noticed Frost,
in his frozen Abode.
His skin was like that of a watery lake,
that'd frozen up as the heat did it forsake,
and the color itself was something to behold.
It was white and blue,
as seen by only few,
in this world of cold.
Says he to the Halfling's twa:
" From where do you go, and where do you fa'?
For this is my realm, for the ice shall never thaw
"Oh mercy o' lord,
o' demon fair.
We've become lost and trapped,
within hopeless despair.
For we've wondered far, from whence we came,
but in your forest and realm of cold we cannot remain."
And so the Halfling's pleaded their case,
as the cold winds crept up on them,
being strong enough to shatter a Merinium mace.
Yet this being of cruel and cunning,
apparently saw only a game,
to play on the Halfling's,
and endorse a dosage of pain.
" For you have wondered into my home,
and with doing so your fate you've already sown.
But alas, I'm kind and not very cruel,
I'll give you a test, be it a escaping 'tool'.
As he spoke the Halflings listened,
as the ice slowly attacked them,
and made their frozen bodies glisten.
" For I shall keep one soul tonight,
to scare away other trespassers in the light.
Who it shall be,
he shall decide,
think slow and hard,
slow as the tide.
But as the words were spoken,
the silence was almost completely broken.
" Such a foul, and evil trick,
don't be one to think us Halfling's so stupidly thick.
For Mack was furious,
his face a coat of red,
yet Mick was quietly and apparently curious
"Take him, save me!"
Mick finally spat,
with Mack turning his anger on his 'friend',
may Mick forever be thankful Mack didn't carry a bat.
At Mick's words Frost began to transform,
his body grew and changed into in a Humanish norm.
" For I am Zhambra, lord of loyalty and bonds,
and you Mick, shall forever be frozen in my wintry pond. "
With a click of his fingers, and a dash of ice,
Mick life was ended, how very fitting and nice.
Mack was transported from the lands,
to somewhere warm and filled with sea and sand.
Whilst Mick still sits on that road,
what once was his path,
has become his hellish abode..."
With those final words, Tiyron once again become quiet and still. Other voices rose and chased away his story's chill.