01-01-2018, 12:42 AM
Gaston rode into town on a horse, the sun (or what little that was that was able to shine through the treetops) beating down on his back. He was greeted by a great divide. On one side was a group of labourers, gruff and large men with a few smaller people giving out commands. On the other was a large and varied group of workers, each one communicating with laughs and with no apparent leaders. And in the centre was a building, with a poorly written "SALOON" sign hanging on its side. Wary, he set off into the Saloon, converting his horse back into raw Omnilium.
When Gaston entered the bar itself, he saw immediately a fight going on. A large, gruff-looking human facing off against a smaller elf, who was grinning madly.
"Fifty coins on the big one!" Gaston looked over and saw a crowd watching the fight. The human was apparently winning, having slammed the elf onto the ground. But the elf made a quick hand motion and the human fell to the ground, paralysed. He hopped up and walked over to the human, making yet another motion and kicking the larger man. The man was set aflame and screamed. But somehow the flame never reached the ground, staying contained on the man's body. Soon, his screams were silenced as his body contorted into a black and shrivelled corpse. The elf bowed in front of the crowd, where several other people, primarily elves, were watching. They had bloodthirsty grins and several tossed coins in the elf's direction. He let out a toothy smile and collected the money, before heading to the bar.
"Argonian ale. Make it fast!" The barkeep nodded silently, pouring a glass full of the sickly thick black stuff, then handing it to the elf who tossed a few coins at her. "It'll be extra if you take that shirt off!" He laughed as he took a drink of the ale. The barkeep rolled her eyes and collected the coins, which had fallen on the ground.
Gaston stepped further inside and looked around. Aside from a few orcs sitting at their own table and the now-dead human, it was all elves. A child approached him, holding out a cracked ceramic bowl containing a few slimy coins. She seemed like a beggar of some kind but stopped her wide eyes and pitiful look when she saw him.
"You're a stranger. We don't like strangers around here." She grinned at him. "Better watch out."
"Ha! You think anyone here can hurt me? The great Gaston? I doubt it!" He pushed her away and walked to the bar, sitting on a stool and pulling a small pouch of pre-summoned coins from his waist. "Hey! Bartender! I want you to take the strongest whisky you have, and mix it with beer!"
She looked at him with a strange look.
"You sure? We elves aren't exactly lightweights."
"And neither am I!" She complied with his request, shaking her head. The barkeep handed the frothing liquid to him, and he tossed the pouch onto the counter. "You can take it all!"
"Okay, what's up? You're fucking with me or something. Right?" Gaston didn't answer. He was too busy chugging the cup of dark alcohol.
"You can take it all because that's not my only drink! More!" He had already downed the entire glass and set it down on the counter.
"No sir, I...I really think you should stop."
"What did I say?!" She stepped back and grabbed the glass, raising her eyebrows. But as he said, she filled the cup back up. This time, though, he only drank half of the glass, turning to the elf who had gotten into a brawl.
"Hey, uh, skinny man! What... what's going on in the town?" He took another swig.
"You wanna know what's going on around here? Well, well, well! You're a newcomer! Yeah, we don't get many of those! But I bet you are wondering if that human was a newcomer! And yes, he was! Now,-"
"Shut it!" Gaston said. "Just, just tell me what the... the town is!"
"Heh, so you're sassing me!"
"What? Nobody passed you, we...we're not playing uh, card-Barkeep, more! The whole bottle!" The barkeep, now having given up, complied and passed him the bottle of ale. He chugged it in one gulp and turned to the elf. "You wanna fight! I'll fight you!"
"Eh? We gotta fighter! A fighter here! OOH, YEAH! I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN, BIG BOY!" The elf jumped down from the bar stool he was at and raised up his fists, hopping around mockingly. Gaston was slower to get up but still made his way over, stumbling. "Alright, big human man! No weapons, and if you lose, I kill ya! It's simple!"
"Okay, little al-elffff man. I'll...I'll fight ya! I'll take ya down!" The elf spared no chance for him to talk, jumping up and headbutting him in the gut. "Ugh!"
"Big man talk a big talk, but can't fight a little man! Ha!"
"Sh...shut up! I don't talk big you can't do that!" Gaston jumped at him, his super jumping still in effect. He tackled the elf, slamming them both into the ground and causing the elf to hit his head.
"Agh! You damn idiot!" Gaston began whaling on him, punching with no remorse straight at his head. The elf soon got a black eye and a bruised lip. But he repeated a familiar hand gesture, and Gaston went limp, falling over. "Heh! And since you're such an asshole, I won't even kill ya yet! You gotta wait!" He slammed his foot into Gaston's head, but Gaston's healing had taken effect, and the paralysation wore off. He lifted his head up.
"What? Rabbit, no fighting! That's...that's for tricks!" (The healing had apparently not helped his brain)
"Impossible! Nobody can get out of my paralysing sign!"
"I... I tore down that sign! You can't write!" Gaston kneed the elf on the chin, then slapped him to the ground. "Stop being colours you're not a cube!" He stomped down on the elf's head, causing his skull to crack and him to completely die.
"I... I'm gonna take a sleep now." Gaston passed out on the floor, next to the body of his newest kill.
When Gaston entered the bar itself, he saw immediately a fight going on. A large, gruff-looking human facing off against a smaller elf, who was grinning madly.
"Fifty coins on the big one!" Gaston looked over and saw a crowd watching the fight. The human was apparently winning, having slammed the elf onto the ground. But the elf made a quick hand motion and the human fell to the ground, paralysed. He hopped up and walked over to the human, making yet another motion and kicking the larger man. The man was set aflame and screamed. But somehow the flame never reached the ground, staying contained on the man's body. Soon, his screams were silenced as his body contorted into a black and shrivelled corpse. The elf bowed in front of the crowd, where several other people, primarily elves, were watching. They had bloodthirsty grins and several tossed coins in the elf's direction. He let out a toothy smile and collected the money, before heading to the bar.
"Argonian ale. Make it fast!" The barkeep nodded silently, pouring a glass full of the sickly thick black stuff, then handing it to the elf who tossed a few coins at her. "It'll be extra if you take that shirt off!" He laughed as he took a drink of the ale. The barkeep rolled her eyes and collected the coins, which had fallen on the ground.
Gaston stepped further inside and looked around. Aside from a few orcs sitting at their own table and the now-dead human, it was all elves. A child approached him, holding out a cracked ceramic bowl containing a few slimy coins. She seemed like a beggar of some kind but stopped her wide eyes and pitiful look when she saw him.
"You're a stranger. We don't like strangers around here." She grinned at him. "Better watch out."
"Ha! You think anyone here can hurt me? The great Gaston? I doubt it!" He pushed her away and walked to the bar, sitting on a stool and pulling a small pouch of pre-summoned coins from his waist. "Hey! Bartender! I want you to take the strongest whisky you have, and mix it with beer!"
She looked at him with a strange look.
"You sure? We elves aren't exactly lightweights."
"And neither am I!" She complied with his request, shaking her head. The barkeep handed the frothing liquid to him, and he tossed the pouch onto the counter. "You can take it all!"
"Okay, what's up? You're fucking with me or something. Right?" Gaston didn't answer. He was too busy chugging the cup of dark alcohol.
"You can take it all because that's not my only drink! More!" He had already downed the entire glass and set it down on the counter.
"No sir, I...I really think you should stop."
"What did I say?!" She stepped back and grabbed the glass, raising her eyebrows. But as he said, she filled the cup back up. This time, though, he only drank half of the glass, turning to the elf who had gotten into a brawl.
"Hey, uh, skinny man! What... what's going on in the town?" He took another swig.
"You wanna know what's going on around here? Well, well, well! You're a newcomer! Yeah, we don't get many of those! But I bet you are wondering if that human was a newcomer! And yes, he was! Now,-"
"Shut it!" Gaston said. "Just, just tell me what the... the town is!"
"Heh, so you're sassing me!"
"What? Nobody passed you, we...we're not playing uh, card-Barkeep, more! The whole bottle!" The barkeep, now having given up, complied and passed him the bottle of ale. He chugged it in one gulp and turned to the elf. "You wanna fight! I'll fight you!"
"Eh? We gotta fighter! A fighter here! OOH, YEAH! I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN, BIG BOY!" The elf jumped down from the bar stool he was at and raised up his fists, hopping around mockingly. Gaston was slower to get up but still made his way over, stumbling. "Alright, big human man! No weapons, and if you lose, I kill ya! It's simple!"
"Okay, little al-elffff man. I'll...I'll fight ya! I'll take ya down!" The elf spared no chance for him to talk, jumping up and headbutting him in the gut. "Ugh!"
"Big man talk a big talk, but can't fight a little man! Ha!"
"Sh...shut up! I don't talk big you can't do that!" Gaston jumped at him, his super jumping still in effect. He tackled the elf, slamming them both into the ground and causing the elf to hit his head.
"Agh! You damn idiot!" Gaston began whaling on him, punching with no remorse straight at his head. The elf soon got a black eye and a bruised lip. But he repeated a familiar hand gesture, and Gaston went limp, falling over. "Heh! And since you're such an asshole, I won't even kill ya yet! You gotta wait!" He slammed his foot into Gaston's head, but Gaston's healing had taken effect, and the paralysation wore off. He lifted his head up.
"What? Rabbit, no fighting! That's...that's for tricks!" (The healing had apparently not helped his brain)
"Impossible! Nobody can get out of my paralysing sign!"
"I... I tore down that sign! You can't write!" Gaston kneed the elf on the chin, then slapped him to the ground. "Stop being colours you're not a cube!" He stomped down on the elf's head, causing his skull to crack and him to completely die.
"I... I'm gonna take a sleep now." Gaston passed out on the floor, next to the body of his newest kill.