After the day's confusion everyone retires to the local dive. Some as still covered in various bits of Rashan, and most smell of the swamp. A few rounds of the piss-water they have on tap are order and things suddenly seem bearable. A couple of monkeys are doing something obscene to a scrap piece of leather that looks suspiciously sports related.
The door bursts in, showering the patrons with shards of wood. A troop of incredibly well dressed people wearing opera masks march in, waving not-costume looking swords. The monkeys scamper into the ceiling, taking their prize with them.
"Another mob? Oh God." sighs one of the patrons.
"Where are they!", one of the people in opera gear sings.
"Dude if you know, tell us please, we been looking for two days now." replies a patron.
"No you fools! We're talking about those supporters of the upstart Jiancus" comes an answer from the chorus.
"Jiancus?"
"Jiancus - the new tenor from the round. Everyone knows his skills cannot possibly compare to Bellario and we're here to prove it"
"How are you going to do that?"
"By beating the crap out of them of course. It's what we do-do-dowhaap"
"Dammit Kevin, we're militant opera supporters - NO accapello!"
The intruders start to argue amongst themselves. Just then the windows burst in, more people in opera gear rolling across the floor.
"Die you sons of Bellario bitches!"
"Go to hell Jiancus scum!"
A massive row ensues, with the patrons hiding under the table for most of it. Viking helmets go flying, battle aria's are sung and various wigs and lacy bits go all over the place, most stained by blood. Eventually a fat lady sings, then keels over.
Everyone crawls out from under the tables dusting themselves off and stepping gingerly between the corpses. Looking around, someone is missing. A quick search reveals a grisly sight - A decapitated body lying under one of the tables. A monkey lands on the table, placing the severed head in the centre with a grin. It makes a remarkably human and very rude gesture, then jumps out the window.
Tennes (sir Thursday) is dead - He was inno
Cool, I'm going to bed now. Would someone mind hanging out in the PS account until Thyr confirms. Post this scene and start the day, I should be back a little after day-break. And the scene is pretty generic. So you can just tweak it for any changes to the NAs that might happen.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 27 November 2008 - 12:26 AM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.