Post by Greybeard on Jan 2, 2016 15:31:18 GMT -5
Inside a dank dungeon basement, The Alchemist pummels a training dummy dressed in rags and stuffed with hay. A masked, leather clad man with a whip cracks his weapon, driving Al to continue working. Beads of sweat pour down his pudgy cheeks and deposit themselves into puddles on the floor. Weapon racks line the walls, filled with wooden swords and dull iron maces. The area is very dark, except for one corner that radiated with a green light. Greybeard stood, engulfed by it, completely still for a few minutes. Finally a voice called out, "Greybeard?" He stepped forward, upright and an arm reached from the area of the green light. In their hand was an elixir in a plastic cup, but an elixir no less. Greybeard took it with a smile and left, sipping on his salted caramel mocha frappuccino as he made his way back to the area where Al and his masked taskmaster were still training. "Putting a Starbucks in my dungeon was a great idea." He noted. "How is he doing?"
"His hide is soft, but his will is strong." Said the taskmaster, cracking his whip once more.
Al continued to punch at the dummy but managed to get out, "Where did you find this guy?" in an exhausted huff.
Greybeard took a long pull of his frappuccino and said, "Craigslist, he's actually doing this for free."
"It's the only way I can get off." said the man clad in leather bondage gear, followed by an awkward silence.
With that, Al had enough and stopped his training. "That's enough for now." Greybeard said, dismissing the taskmaster. Al plopped down on a bench, joined soon by Greybeard. "This work will pay off Al. Pretty soon, you'll be a lean, mean....well you'll be a fighting machine." Al was pleased with the sincere praise of his guild leader. "I'm training hard, I know Lute Boy is always in the weight room, workin' on his conditioning. Why didn't you ever let him tag with you? He was always askin' about it."
Greybeard looked puzzled. "He was? I never noticed that"
"Oh yeah," Al said, "he's pretty good. He was always making suggestions and seeming unhappy."
"How could I have missed all of this?" Greybeard said, still looking confused.
"Maybe because you've been high for like 700 years. Look, you have a bong in your hands right now."
Indeed he did, somehow seemingly unbeknownst to him. Smoke escaped his mouth as he said, "Well I'll be damned." exhaling the rest of the smoke after. He pondered for a moment if he had been responsible for this. Had he driven Lute Boy away?
"I was thinkin' maybe we can order a pizza. I'm gettin' pretty hungry and I've burnt plenty'a calories." A hungry looking Al was bold enough to ask. It successfully snapped Greybeard out of his introspection. "Get back to training Al, I must travel to Riverhold to pick up your new ring gear. I think we can do better than a t-shirt. I will be back well before Slam though, do not worry." Al let out a long sigh and started his routine up once more. Greybeard set his bong down and strode toward the door, whistling a familiar tune that once echoed through the halls of his tower.
"His hide is soft, but his will is strong." Said the taskmaster, cracking his whip once more.
Al continued to punch at the dummy but managed to get out, "Where did you find this guy?" in an exhausted huff.
Greybeard took a long pull of his frappuccino and said, "Craigslist, he's actually doing this for free."
"It's the only way I can get off." said the man clad in leather bondage gear, followed by an awkward silence.
With that, Al had enough and stopped his training. "That's enough for now." Greybeard said, dismissing the taskmaster. Al plopped down on a bench, joined soon by Greybeard. "This work will pay off Al. Pretty soon, you'll be a lean, mean....well you'll be a fighting machine." Al was pleased with the sincere praise of his guild leader. "I'm training hard, I know Lute Boy is always in the weight room, workin' on his conditioning. Why didn't you ever let him tag with you? He was always askin' about it."
Greybeard looked puzzled. "He was? I never noticed that"
"Oh yeah," Al said, "he's pretty good. He was always making suggestions and seeming unhappy."
"How could I have missed all of this?" Greybeard said, still looking confused.
"Maybe because you've been high for like 700 years. Look, you have a bong in your hands right now."
Indeed he did, somehow seemingly unbeknownst to him. Smoke escaped his mouth as he said, "Well I'll be damned." exhaling the rest of the smoke after. He pondered for a moment if he had been responsible for this. Had he driven Lute Boy away?
"I was thinkin' maybe we can order a pizza. I'm gettin' pretty hungry and I've burnt plenty'a calories." A hungry looking Al was bold enough to ask. It successfully snapped Greybeard out of his introspection. "Get back to training Al, I must travel to Riverhold to pick up your new ring gear. I think we can do better than a t-shirt. I will be back well before Slam though, do not worry." Al let out a long sigh and started his routine up once more. Greybeard set his bong down and strode toward the door, whistling a familiar tune that once echoed through the halls of his tower.
