09-06-2014, 06:22 PM
“You’d probably be best served to leave town. Darkshire is a morose place. It used to be beautiful before Diablo. Since then we just hide behind the walls until we die and get recruited by the town militia.”
“What?” Shang inquired after another long gulp from the tankard of ale.
“Most of the town militia these days is undead filth. When the Kingdom had to push deeper into the Moors, we were left to fend for ourselves against the monsters. We didn’t have much, especially if the walls failed us, so some necromancer decided to take advantage of the the one resource we had in excess… dead people. Now it’s impossible to die and rest in peace.”
Shang held back a grin. Whoever this necromancer was, the sorcerer respected his genius. “Does that mean the town is safe within the walls?”
The bartender chuckled. “We’ve had worse periods in the past, but I still wouldn’t wander around at night in the your Sunday best. Some people are so desperate to turn a quick profit… it’s easy to vanish into the night.” Shang nodded his head as he finished the rest of the ale and slid it over to the bartender. “Another?” The portly man inquired.
“That’s all right, just keep the change,” the sorcerer answered, and with that, he quickly departed before he had to exchange any more smalltalk. Slipping out the side door, he made his way down the cobblestone streets until he found a rundown tavern. The knight he killed had either been a rich man or his money was worth far more in the Pale Moors. Either way, Shang purchased two weeks in the ‘best room’ with only a few coins.
The man wasn’t tired, but he also didn’t want to wander the streets aimlessly during the day. Once the sun set and darkness set in, he could blend in with the night rabble and acquire a few more souls. His defeat by the shaolin monk had nearly killed him. Even worse, he’d lost his grip upon the hundreds of souls he had devoured over his long life. Now that he was in this new realm, free from the control of Shao Kahn, he had what seemed to be a limitless buffet.
With a grin, the sorcerer sat in a weathered chair and waited for night to fall upon Darkshire.
“What?” Shang inquired after another long gulp from the tankard of ale.
“Most of the town militia these days is undead filth. When the Kingdom had to push deeper into the Moors, we were left to fend for ourselves against the monsters. We didn’t have much, especially if the walls failed us, so some necromancer decided to take advantage of the the one resource we had in excess… dead people. Now it’s impossible to die and rest in peace.”
Shang held back a grin. Whoever this necromancer was, the sorcerer respected his genius. “Does that mean the town is safe within the walls?”
The bartender chuckled. “We’ve had worse periods in the past, but I still wouldn’t wander around at night in the your Sunday best. Some people are so desperate to turn a quick profit… it’s easy to vanish into the night.” Shang nodded his head as he finished the rest of the ale and slid it over to the bartender. “Another?” The portly man inquired.
“That’s all right, just keep the change,” the sorcerer answered, and with that, he quickly departed before he had to exchange any more smalltalk. Slipping out the side door, he made his way down the cobblestone streets until he found a rundown tavern. The knight he killed had either been a rich man or his money was worth far more in the Pale Moors. Either way, Shang purchased two weeks in the ‘best room’ with only a few coins.
The man wasn’t tired, but he also didn’t want to wander the streets aimlessly during the day. Once the sun set and darkness set in, he could blend in with the night rabble and acquire a few more souls. His defeat by the shaolin monk had nearly killed him. Even worse, he’d lost his grip upon the hundreds of souls he had devoured over his long life. Now that he was in this new realm, free from the control of Shao Kahn, he had what seemed to be a limitless buffet.
With a grin, the sorcerer sat in a weathered chair and waited for night to fall upon Darkshire.

