Post by Stranon on Nov 15, 2006 23:17:36 GMT -5
"What the Hell." Stranon held his hands out in disgust. He had been around the entire village searching for anywhere that would sell or offer alcohol. Much to his dismay, he discovered there were none in this town. "No damned rum here. Do you know how long I've been waiting for a drink, Kyri?"
"No..."
"Months. And to top it off, I don't even get any after possibly the worst injury of my life! Shit! Shit, Kyri, shit!"
"Maybe it will break your dependency..."
"I'm not dependent on it, its dependent on me. Psh..."
"How's that?"
"Well, first off, I drink over half of the alcohol in the world, and the other half is drunk by those who drink only because they look up to and admire the Great and Magnificent Stranon the Wonderful."
"Hm, that's reasonable..."
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Stranon and Kyri went to Valena and Tormon to give their final thanks before heading out. Stranon had told Kyri that they were going to find the capital city to look for jobs, but she obviously had yet to learn that Stranon never worked. His plan was to raid a nearby bandit camp he had heard about, and loot their rumored large stash of rum. Kyri certainly wouldn't approve of dangerous actions being taken simply to get alcohol, so a lie was completely necessary. She never got too angry, anyways. Either that or she was too shy to fully display her anger. Regardless, it was a solid plan.
Eagerly anticipating the gallons of rum he would down in a few nights, Stranon trotted gleefully down the path leading out of Lerai with a typically timid Kyri following. As much as he would have liked to get to the bandit camp as soon as possible, first thing first. Oblivion had to be retrieved.
"No..."
"Months. And to top it off, I don't even get any after possibly the worst injury of my life! Shit! Shit, Kyri, shit!"
"Maybe it will break your dependency..."
"I'm not dependent on it, its dependent on me. Psh..."
"How's that?"
"Well, first off, I drink over half of the alcohol in the world, and the other half is drunk by those who drink only because they look up to and admire the Great and Magnificent Stranon the Wonderful."
"Hm, that's reasonable..."
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Stranon and Kyri went to Valena and Tormon to give their final thanks before heading out. Stranon had told Kyri that they were going to find the capital city to look for jobs, but she obviously had yet to learn that Stranon never worked. His plan was to raid a nearby bandit camp he had heard about, and loot their rumored large stash of rum. Kyri certainly wouldn't approve of dangerous actions being taken simply to get alcohol, so a lie was completely necessary. She never got too angry, anyways. Either that or she was too shy to fully display her anger. Regardless, it was a solid plan.
Eagerly anticipating the gallons of rum he would down in a few nights, Stranon trotted gleefully down the path leading out of Lerai with a typically timid Kyri following. As much as he would have liked to get to the bandit camp as soon as possible, first thing first. Oblivion had to be retrieved.