Post by Greybeard on Jan 6, 2016 21:31:00 GMT -5
The Alchemist trudged into the tower, main gate swinging open at his beckon. The windows of Greybeard's tower were dark, except at the very top. Al made his way there in time. His pace was slower than normal, a result of his beating at Slam. Without Greybeard to watch his back, Stampy and Lute Boy were free to do as they pleased. He pushed against the doors of Greybeard's personal keep, but the door was locked. This was quite unusual and puzzled Al. He pushed against the doors once more without luck. He pounded his fist against the door and shouted, "Hey Greybeard, it's Al!"
Silence...
Al exhaled and turned around, heading for the stairs.
"Who?" A voice called out from inside the room.
"The Alchemist!"
"Oh...well....hold on"
A few minutes passed. Noises escaped the sealed room like furniture moving, vases breaking, and other assorted racket. Loud curses could be heard and something about stubbing a toe. Suddenly the door creaked open and Al stepped inside cautiously. He looked around. A flickering light came from a corner. Greybeard hopped back into his seat at the tv, playing his Playstation 4. He was playing WCF 2K16. His created character, who Al didn't recognize, was beating the shit out of Joseph Malignaggi.
"Oh....hey. When did you get back?" Al said, looking Greybeard over. He had his purple hat pulled down much lower than normal, leaned back mindlessly playing his game.
"Uh, I dunno. Awhile back. How did your match go?" Greybeard said absently, mashing buttons frantically.
"Well I got the hell beat outta me. I thought you were gonna be in my corner? What happened?"
"Well I got caught up on my way back from...wherever. Don't worry about next Slam, we'll beat 'em like the KKK on a pack of."
"Whoa, hold on," Al chimed in, cutting him off and noting his sudden outburst of rascim, "are you alright? You're acting kinda strange."
ONE, TWO, THREE!
Greybeard celebrated his victory, throwing his hands up in jubilation ignoring Al. Malignaggi had been utterly beaten. Greybeard's purple hat popped up for a moment, but he lowered it back down quickly, toppling a table in the process. A few batteries, some change, and an ancient elven blade all spilled to the floor. Greybeard didn't seem to care, he simply shrugged and dropped the controller, firing up a cigarette casually. As Al bent over to pick up the sheathed blade, Greybeard said, "I hope you were watching that Alchemist. Maybe you won't get your ass kicked next time if you use some of those moves.....and lose like a hundred pounds." Greybeard snorted, amused at his abusive joke.
Al looked hurt. He didn't say a word, just stood there for awhile, watching Greybeard puff on his cigarette, chin raised proudly. "I'll be in my room resting." Al said meekly. He pulled the door quietly behind him, wondering why Greybeard was acting so strange. He groaned with exhaustion as he headed toward the stairs, tired and beaten. Greybeard's strange behavior had him worried. He looked over the weapon he had picked up earlier, pulling it from it's sheath slightly. An engraving reading "Trollbane" was etched upon it.
Silence...
Al exhaled and turned around, heading for the stairs.
"Who?" A voice called out from inside the room.
"The Alchemist!"
"Oh...well....hold on"
A few minutes passed. Noises escaped the sealed room like furniture moving, vases breaking, and other assorted racket. Loud curses could be heard and something about stubbing a toe. Suddenly the door creaked open and Al stepped inside cautiously. He looked around. A flickering light came from a corner. Greybeard hopped back into his seat at the tv, playing his Playstation 4. He was playing WCF 2K16. His created character, who Al didn't recognize, was beating the shit out of Joseph Malignaggi.
"Oh....hey. When did you get back?" Al said, looking Greybeard over. He had his purple hat pulled down much lower than normal, leaned back mindlessly playing his game.
"Uh, I dunno. Awhile back. How did your match go?" Greybeard said absently, mashing buttons frantically.
"Well I got the hell beat outta me. I thought you were gonna be in my corner? What happened?"
"Well I got caught up on my way back from...wherever. Don't worry about next Slam, we'll beat 'em like the KKK on a pack of."
"Whoa, hold on," Al chimed in, cutting him off and noting his sudden outburst of rascim, "are you alright? You're acting kinda strange."
ONE, TWO, THREE!
Greybeard celebrated his victory, throwing his hands up in jubilation ignoring Al. Malignaggi had been utterly beaten. Greybeard's purple hat popped up for a moment, but he lowered it back down quickly, toppling a table in the process. A few batteries, some change, and an ancient elven blade all spilled to the floor. Greybeard didn't seem to care, he simply shrugged and dropped the controller, firing up a cigarette casually. As Al bent over to pick up the sheathed blade, Greybeard said, "I hope you were watching that Alchemist. Maybe you won't get your ass kicked next time if you use some of those moves.....and lose like a hundred pounds." Greybeard snorted, amused at his abusive joke.
Al looked hurt. He didn't say a word, just stood there for awhile, watching Greybeard puff on his cigarette, chin raised proudly. "I'll be in my room resting." Al said meekly. He pulled the door quietly behind him, wondering why Greybeard was acting so strange. He groaned with exhaustion as he headed toward the stairs, tired and beaten. Greybeard's strange behavior had him worried. He looked over the weapon he had picked up earlier, pulling it from it's sheath slightly. An engraving reading "Trollbane" was etched upon it.