Post by Greybeard on Jan 26, 2016 13:39:18 GMT -5
This was supposed to be a Slam segment, but we had a mixup. Consider it happening on Slam please.
[Continued scene from “The Beginning of the End.” The Alchemist had gathered his belongings and said his goodbyes, ready to leave Grey….Grimebeard’s Tower once and for all. We catch up as he has exited the gates.]
Al dropped his belongings and unsheathed Trollbane as the shadowy figure made his way down the road. Unsure of what intimidated him more, the pleasant whistling or anonymity, he wielded the blade with both hands.
“I’m warnin’ ya, don’t come any closer.” Al said in a shaky tone, his hands shaking as he stood prepared to do battle.
“Why wouldn’t I come to my own tower Al?” The mystery figure said confusedly.
Greybeard’s face was illuminated by torches lit all around his fortress as he stepped forward.
“You’ve been lying to me all these years! You weren’t who you said you were!”
After a long exhale, Greybeard nodded. "I am guilty of that Al, I’ve lived a lie. I’ve been telling people I was six feet tall this whole time….I’m really five foot ten." The shame was evident in Greybeard’s eyes as he moved in for a hug. Al, being on edge, swung the blade, trimming Greybeard’s facial hair a bit.
“Jesus Christ Al, that’s a real sword!” Greybeard said, hopping backward as a few whiskers gently fell to the dirty road.
“Back up Grime, I know it’s you!” Al said, fully prepared to swing his weapon once more.
“What are you talking about?” Greybeard furrowed his brow, quite confused.
“You left to go on a trip before our tag team match on Slam a few weeks ago and ever since you came back you’ve been acting like an asshole!” Al still clutched the sword tight.
“Came back? Oh! I never came back…I stayed at a La Quinta Inn because I got too stoned to ride my horse all the way back.”
Al’s tone changed quickly, his inquisitive nature taking over. “Was it nice?”
Greybeard said nodding a few times with an impressed look on his face. “You know what, It actually wasn’t that bad. They had these little boxes of cereal....Wait! Someone has stolen my identity?”
“Yeah…and they actually won a match!” Al said, lowering the sword.
Greybeard’s countenance turned serious. “What!? Nobody wins a match for me, except me!"
"Have you won a match?" The Alchemist asked gently.
"That's not important! I’ll put a stop to this at once! Who is this charlatan?
"He goes by the name of...Grimebeard..."
"Grime eh?" Greybeard paced on the dirt road outside of the tower, already balls deep into planning. "My character has been besmirched! Al! Get the war wagon. We have some Grime to clean up!”
A goofy smile crept onto The Alchemist's face as Greybeard helped him pick up his belongings and hailed the guards to open the gates. Together, the two went inside to prepare for their next move.
