Post by lino on Aug 22, 2007 20:17:04 GMT -5
Streets of Drakborough
It was a rainy day, dark clouds hovered above, and random droplets of rain fell from the heavens. Puddles among the streets provided the kids of Drakborough with great fun, splashing around and getting themselves wet. The buildings stood tall over everyone, and each building were close to one another. It was a terrible day to be out, mostly for an old man such as Lino.
He decided to come out to day, because he knew it would be less crowded than other days. Also, he was thirsty. Lino was an old kook, who lived alone in a small shack near the edge of the village. The shack was always nearly empty, besides from a few random food items.
The seventy-four year old man wandered the streets for a place that would be able to quench his thirst. Last time Lino looked around the town, the places were almost all different. The only bar he had been to, had closed down years ago, due to the failing of health regulations. Lino, dressed in old, but clean garbs, neared Joker's Bar. He stood outside of it, for a few minutes, peering through the windows, making sure it wasn't too crowded. It wasn't. Lino then made his way to the front door.
Joker's Bar
He took a seat at a deserted table, near the left side of the room. Not only was it the least crowded part of the bar, it was also the darkest, which Lino liked. He lived in a shack, empty of artificial lights, and the only natural light was provided by the sun, through a small hole in his roof. Never was there a window, and the door kept shut for days on end.
Lino waited for his order to be took by one of the many workers of the bar. During his wait, a man tried to sit at Lino's table. The Hermit looked at the man, and started making a growling noise, which made the man leave. The man left not out of fear, but out of annoyance.
Lino had acquired the nickname, 'The Hermit' from the townspeople. He always kept to himself, and he was always alone. Lino wished to live far away from civilization, but he was aging, and he knew that his time would come soon.
The Hermit was once a great wizard, not well known, but great. His greatest weakness was his cocky attitude, which often got him burned by other, greater wizards. Now he was reduced to only using magic for purposes that mattered not. Lino, however, wanted one last hoorah. He wanted to do something that will make him known everywhere. Lino wanted to go in the history books, but he also knew that would be a hard task to complete. Currently, he barely could communicate with other humans, mostly because he had separated himself from the outside world for a long time.
Lino's only source of knowing what's going on, was random newspapers that he found near the outside of his house. The man wasn't sure if he should support and protest the Ministry, which he felt was too harsh on people. Lino also hated the Shadows, which everyone did. The man knew if he wanted to be well known, he would have to do something that involved the Ministry, or the Shadows, or even both.
It was a rainy day, dark clouds hovered above, and random droplets of rain fell from the heavens. Puddles among the streets provided the kids of Drakborough with great fun, splashing around and getting themselves wet. The buildings stood tall over everyone, and each building were close to one another. It was a terrible day to be out, mostly for an old man such as Lino.
He decided to come out to day, because he knew it would be less crowded than other days. Also, he was thirsty. Lino was an old kook, who lived alone in a small shack near the edge of the village. The shack was always nearly empty, besides from a few random food items.
The seventy-four year old man wandered the streets for a place that would be able to quench his thirst. Last time Lino looked around the town, the places were almost all different. The only bar he had been to, had closed down years ago, due to the failing of health regulations. Lino, dressed in old, but clean garbs, neared Joker's Bar. He stood outside of it, for a few minutes, peering through the windows, making sure it wasn't too crowded. It wasn't. Lino then made his way to the front door.
Joker's Bar
He took a seat at a deserted table, near the left side of the room. Not only was it the least crowded part of the bar, it was also the darkest, which Lino liked. He lived in a shack, empty of artificial lights, and the only natural light was provided by the sun, through a small hole in his roof. Never was there a window, and the door kept shut for days on end.
Lino waited for his order to be took by one of the many workers of the bar. During his wait, a man tried to sit at Lino's table. The Hermit looked at the man, and started making a growling noise, which made the man leave. The man left not out of fear, but out of annoyance.
Lino had acquired the nickname, 'The Hermit' from the townspeople. He always kept to himself, and he was always alone. Lino wished to live far away from civilization, but he was aging, and he knew that his time would come soon.
The Hermit was once a great wizard, not well known, but great. His greatest weakness was his cocky attitude, which often got him burned by other, greater wizards. Now he was reduced to only using magic for purposes that mattered not. Lino, however, wanted one last hoorah. He wanted to do something that will make him known everywhere. Lino wanted to go in the history books, but he also knew that would be a hard task to complete. Currently, he barely could communicate with other humans, mostly because he had separated himself from the outside world for a long time.
Lino's only source of knowing what's going on, was random newspapers that he found near the outside of his house. The man wasn't sure if he should support and protest the Ministry, which he felt was too harsh on people. Lino also hated the Shadows, which everyone did. The man knew if he wanted to be well known, he would have to do something that involved the Ministry, or the Shadows, or even both.