Post by Church of Varafel on Mar 12, 2018 18:17:14 GMT -8
A few men, at ease after a day of work gather at a nearby street corner, speaking amongst themselves about which tavern to amble to today since their last dive had been compromised by their nosy wives. The conversation, however, soon drifted to news about the city.
"I'd heard," one man mentioned, a tall, full-bearded man with black, hardened eyes. "That a bunch of the deadun's are gone missin'." Another man gave him a curiously look, his brows knit together in confusion.
"Deadun's? Like from the graveyards? I swear city's gone to the dogs letting necromancy and loonies in 'ere." The squat cobbler exclaimed.
"Nah, nah, the Deadun's. The walkin' ones. Zombies, skeletons, vampires, all the other rot hanging around our "free city" scarin' the women." he corrected to which the third man merely nodded, pipe in his mouth.
"Well good riddin's to 'em! City's free, but you can only be so free! Ask me, Empress was too nice lettin' those slimy bastards wander around like they own the place!" he said this last part a little too loudly, however, and placed a hand over his mouth as if to physically stifle more from escaping. Thankfully it didn't look as if anyone was around to, or perhaps just not willing, to defend the Lady's honor on so minute an offense and the man with a pipe nudged him.
"Anyways, let's go to the Midnight Sun." he urged, "Drinks are cheap and the girls are lookers." the two other men cheered to this and the three continued on their way, although the smoking man slowed, casting a worried glance over his shoulder. He hoped his darling Mina was alright. He'd never cared if she were a Ghoul, they loved each other just the same!
The next day a few scattered posters were plastered around the city, largely ignored. "Missing: My wife Mina." with it was a sketch of a woman, with perhaps slightly too-sharp teeth. A cloaked stranger passed it quietly, reaching up only long enough to tear the parchment from the wall before continuing, lost to the crowd.
"I'd heard," one man mentioned, a tall, full-bearded man with black, hardened eyes. "That a bunch of the deadun's are gone missin'." Another man gave him a curiously look, his brows knit together in confusion.
"Deadun's? Like from the graveyards? I swear city's gone to the dogs letting necromancy and loonies in 'ere." The squat cobbler exclaimed.
"Nah, nah, the Deadun's. The walkin' ones. Zombies, skeletons, vampires, all the other rot hanging around our "free city" scarin' the women." he corrected to which the third man merely nodded, pipe in his mouth.
"Well good riddin's to 'em! City's free, but you can only be so free! Ask me, Empress was too nice lettin' those slimy bastards wander around like they own the place!" he said this last part a little too loudly, however, and placed a hand over his mouth as if to physically stifle more from escaping. Thankfully it didn't look as if anyone was around to, or perhaps just not willing, to defend the Lady's honor on so minute an offense and the man with a pipe nudged him.
"Anyways, let's go to the Midnight Sun." he urged, "Drinks are cheap and the girls are lookers." the two other men cheered to this and the three continued on their way, although the smoking man slowed, casting a worried glance over his shoulder. He hoped his darling Mina was alright. He'd never cared if she were a Ghoul, they loved each other just the same!
The next day a few scattered posters were plastered around the city, largely ignored. "Missing: My wife Mina." with it was a sketch of a woman, with perhaps slightly too-sharp teeth. A cloaked stranger passed it quietly, reaching up only long enough to tear the parchment from the wall before continuing, lost to the crowd.