06-01-2017, 08:59 PM
The owner, a woman named Eridel, looked around nervously.
"And you have no idea what's been causing this?"
"It wasn't me." Eridel looked down at Chakravartin, frightened.
"Things tend not to happen 'just because they do'. Some things are physics, but everything else has a 'why' attached. Why do 'they' want to hurt you? What are 'they'?"
"Look, I'm not sure what else I can tell you kid. For now, just, go. You're making them mad. Tell your monk friend to get out of here too!"
"You're kicking me out?"
"Yes! I'm kicking you out!"
"...You said the problem has been one affecting you for as long as you've worked here, correct?"
"...yeah."
"Now, I don't give a damn about this place, or you, or your ghosts. I came here because I smelled spilt whine." Chakravartin explained, "But now something has tried to hurt me. I don't like that. Seeing as these things can't simply be choked to death, the closest thing I have is hoping the monk on the roof figures something out. I'm trying to help him. Getting information on what these things are or could be helps him. If he permanently deals with these things, that helps both of us."
The old lady looked to the side, shivering, "I... every time I tried to have them dealt with- or looked into things, it got worse and worse. If just leave em' be, they'll calm down. They always do eventually. One or two empty barrels isn't too bad, after all."
"What a coward." Chakravartin sighed, leaving her and returning to the main room of the bar, he went behind the shelf, and began to search through them, looking for some kind of documentation. The entire land of Camelot was desperately outdated, apparently by intention. He figured that either any documentation of the sale or passing of ownership of the place either simply wasn't kept in the building, or had never existed to begin with.
"Chakra, find anything out from the owner?"
"She won't say anything, but apparently these spirits have been a long-standing issue."
"I think I have a lead." Lysandra said, gesturing behind her to the two patrons, who waved back smiling, "They said there's a rumor of people sneaking in after-hours and holding dog fights with these things called Dire Wolves."
"Hm." Chakravartin affirmed, "Do wolves have claws?"
"Do you... not know what a wolf is?"
"I'm assuming it's an animal with claws then."
"Uh, yes. Yes they are."
"Well, then, I suppose the next step would be to investigate the cellar." Chakravartin looked down at the floorboards. There was the occasional hole and crack in them.
"There's a spot out back that should connect to em'." the more sober of the two drinkers supplied, "People have seen paw prints leadin' up to it, s'why the rumors started, that and the sounds."
"No need." Chakravartin said emotionlessly, before allowing himself to lose cohesion.
Lysandra screamed as Chakravartin melted, the molten gold spilling out in every direction, flowing into the crackes of the floorboards.
"And you have no idea what's been causing this?"
"It wasn't me." Eridel looked down at Chakravartin, frightened.
"Things tend not to happen 'just because they do'. Some things are physics, but everything else has a 'why' attached. Why do 'they' want to hurt you? What are 'they'?"
"Look, I'm not sure what else I can tell you kid. For now, just, go. You're making them mad. Tell your monk friend to get out of here too!"
"You're kicking me out?"
"Yes! I'm kicking you out!"
"...You said the problem has been one affecting you for as long as you've worked here, correct?"
"...yeah."
"Now, I don't give a damn about this place, or you, or your ghosts. I came here because I smelled spilt whine." Chakravartin explained, "But now something has tried to hurt me. I don't like that. Seeing as these things can't simply be choked to death, the closest thing I have is hoping the monk on the roof figures something out. I'm trying to help him. Getting information on what these things are or could be helps him. If he permanently deals with these things, that helps both of us."
The old lady looked to the side, shivering, "I... every time I tried to have them dealt with- or looked into things, it got worse and worse. If just leave em' be, they'll calm down. They always do eventually. One or two empty barrels isn't too bad, after all."
"What a coward." Chakravartin sighed, leaving her and returning to the main room of the bar, he went behind the shelf, and began to search through them, looking for some kind of documentation. The entire land of Camelot was desperately outdated, apparently by intention. He figured that either any documentation of the sale or passing of ownership of the place either simply wasn't kept in the building, or had never existed to begin with.
"Chakra, find anything out from the owner?"
"She won't say anything, but apparently these spirits have been a long-standing issue."
"I think I have a lead." Lysandra said, gesturing behind her to the two patrons, who waved back smiling, "They said there's a rumor of people sneaking in after-hours and holding dog fights with these things called Dire Wolves."
"Hm." Chakravartin affirmed, "Do wolves have claws?"
"Do you... not know what a wolf is?"
"I'm assuming it's an animal with claws then."
"Uh, yes. Yes they are."
"Well, then, I suppose the next step would be to investigate the cellar." Chakravartin looked down at the floorboards. There was the occasional hole and crack in them.
"There's a spot out back that should connect to em'." the more sober of the two drinkers supplied, "People have seen paw prints leadin' up to it, s'why the rumors started, that and the sounds."
"No need." Chakravartin said emotionlessly, before allowing himself to lose cohesion.
Lysandra screamed as Chakravartin melted, the molten gold spilling out in every direction, flowing into the crackes of the floorboards.
Quote: 507 words.
3706/5000~10,000 words (including the Astral Realm Posts.)
- Speak with owner of Crescent Moon Alehouse accomplished
- Examine grounds and ask about odd sightings in progress
- Conduct research on history of tavern in progress
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