*As it's getting closer to halloween, I think I'll have a go at this*
A boy, he can't be any older than 16 or 17, is sitting on a stool in a corner of the room. Before now, no one seemed to of noticed him. He holds one of those long, chandelier candles that is alight with a blue flame. He has dark brown hair, and has a nice looking black jacket on, which has little copper buttons used to close it. He wears a simple dark top underneath the jacket, dusty black trousers, and dancers shoes. He's relatively thin, and has a pale white face. His eyes are silver, but they reflect the light from the candle, giving them a pale blue glow. Around his neck is a silver Pegasus pendant, Which also reflects the blue light, but it seems to reflect more than it took in, giving the area around it a very, very faint glow.
He watches a mouse crawl into a bottle of wine on the bar, and a little smirk comes across his face, allowing you to see one of his tiny fangs.
The bartender notices him for the first time. "A drink, sir?"
He realises you've noticed him, and his candle goes purple. He looks at the bartender, a little embraced, and says "Um... do you have any wine?" He sounds nervous, as if he's never asked for a drink before.
The specter is silent for a moment. "I would say you were too young for that, but you don't appear to be in a state where it could possibly harm you, so we'll allow it."
The spirit keeps polishing a glass as a bottle of wine and an empty glass are levitated to the table. The wine bottle opens itself and pours its contents into the glass. The glass then levitates up to the boy.
The boy makes sure there is no mouse in the glass, and then drinks. He He spits out his first sip, keeps in his second, likes his third, and downs the whole glass for his fourth. His candle goes green.
"Do I, umm, just ask for a room? I have payment, but I'm not sure how much this is worth." He puts a gold bar on the bar. "Would that be enough for a room? Or if not, a spot in the Cellar?"
The poltergeist does... something. "I'm coming!" Comes a voice from upstairs, followed by rapid, heavy footsteps.
The boy turns his head towards the stairs
A very fat shadow monster in a tight suit rushes downstairs. "Hello there, sir! I hear that you want a room?"
"Errrm, Yes, I would." He replies, avoiding the shadow monsters eyes. "Please, no, umm, thank you." He adds hurriedly on the end.
It seems confused. "I'm sorry, did I upset you? I'm sure I can make it right if you just tell me whats wrong."
"Sorry, it's just that it's my first day away from home. I would very much like a room, if you have one for me."
"Of course! Just sign your name right here, and we can get you your key." He holds out a large book with several names already in it.
He singes the place where he was supposed to sign with his candle, and then writes, "Limbo light-barer."
The shadow monster hands him a heavy iron key with a stylized eye worked into the handle. "Now, let me take you to your room. Unless you want to just hang out here a little bit longer."
"Errm, whatever works best for you. Sir."
Limbo takes the key, and his candle goes purple again. "Actually, if it's completely ok with you sir, I don't want to offend, but may... may I stay down here for a little while first? Sorry."
*As it's getting closer to halloween, I think I'll have a go at this*
A boy, he can't be any older than 16 or 17, is sitting on a stool in a corner of the room. Before now, no one seemed to of noticed him. He holds one of those long, chandelier candles that is alight with a blue flame. He has dark brown hair, and has a nice looking black jacket on, which has little copper buttons used to close it. He wears a simple dark top underneath the jacket, dusty black trousers, and dancers shoes. He's relatively thin, and has a pale white face. His eyes are silver, but they reflect the light from the candle, giving them a pale blue glow. Around his neck is a silver Pegasus pendant, Which also reflects the blue light, but it seems to reflect more than it took in, giving the area around it a very, very faint glow.
He watches a mouse crawl into a bottle of wine on the bar, and a little smirk comes across his face, allowing you to see one of his tiny fangs.
The bartender notices him for the first time. "A drink, sir?"
He realises you've noticed him, and his candle goes purple. He looks at the bartender, a little embraced, and says "Um... do you have any wine?" He sounds nervous, as if he's never asked for a drink before.
The specter is silent for a moment. "I would say you were too young for that, but you don't appear to be in a state where it could possibly harm you, so we'll allow it."
The spirit keeps polishing a glass as a bottle of wine and an empty glass are levitated to the table. The wine bottle opens itself and pours its contents into the glass. The glass then levitates up to the boy.
The boy makes sure there is no mouse in the glass, and then drinks. He He spits out his first sip, keeps in his second, likes his third, and downs the whole glass for his fourth. His candle goes green.
"Do I, umm, just ask for a room? I have payment, but I'm not sure how much this is worth." He puts a gold bar on the bar. "Would that be enough for a room? Or if not, a spot in the Cellar?"
The poltergeist does... something. "I'm coming!" Comes a voice from upstairs, followed by rapid, heavy footsteps.
The boy turns his head towards the stairs
A very fat shadow monster in a tight suit rushes downstairs. "Hello there, sir! I hear that you want a room?"
"Errrm, Yes, I would." He replies, avoiding the shadow monsters eyes. "Please, no, umm, thank you." He adds hurriedly on the end.
It seems confused. "I'm sorry, did I upset you? I'm sure I can make it right if you just tell me whats wrong."
"Sorry, it's just that it's my first day away from home. I would very much like a room, if you have one for me."
"Of course! Just sign your name right here, and we can get you your key." He holds out a large book with several names already in it.
He singes the place where he was supposed to sign with his candle, and then writes, "Limbo light-barer."
The shadow monster hands him a heavy iron key with a stylized eye worked into the handle. "Now, let me take you to your room. Unless you want to just hang out here a little bit longer."
"Errm, whatever works best for you. Sir."
Limbo takes the key, and his candle goes purple again. "Actually, if it's completely ok with you sir, I don't want to offend, but may... may I stay down here for a little while first? Sorry."
"Of course!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
"Do, do you work here?" Limbo is desperately trying to create small talk to rid of the awkwardness.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
"Do, do you work here?" Limbo is desperately trying to create small talk to rid of the awkwardness.
"Yeah, it's my first day here."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
"Do, do you work here?" Limbo is desperately trying to create small talk to rid of the awkwardness.
"Yeah, it's my first day here."
"Um, well done I guess. Not because it's your first day, because you got the job. Not that you couldn't get a job, well actually I don't know if you could, but, I think you could. But my opinion means nothing. Unless you want it too. I'm talking too much." His candle goes orange as he feels sick with embarrassment.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
"Do, do you work here?" Limbo is desperately trying to create small talk to rid of the awkwardness.
"Yeah, it's my first day here."
"Um, well done I guess. Not because it's your first day, because you got the job. Not that you couldn't get a job, well actually I don't know if you could, but, I think you could. But my opinion means nothing. Unless you want it too. I'm talking too much." His candle goes orange as he feels sick with embarrassment.
Erica smiles awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Nope. It's a very slow day in a very slow tavern.*
*It's a shame.*
*I wasn't expecting this tavern to be popular, I was just expressing my love for the spooky season by giving other people a place to express theirs. I'm kind of fine if it dies, I'll just bring it back next year.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nope. It's a very slow day in a very slow tavern.*
*It's a shame.*
*I wasn't expecting this tavern to be popular, I was just expressing my love for the spooky season by giving other people a place to express theirs. I'm kind of fine if it dies, I'll just bring it back next year.*
*I like it*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Limbo takes the key, and his candle goes purple again. "Actually, if it's completely ok with you sir, I don't want to offend, but may... may I stay down here for a little while first? Sorry."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Of course!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Limbo has pulled an armchair over to his corner, sat in it, and is now just observing. His Candle is green, with a hint of blue.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica is moving some boxes that are in the way of one door.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Limbo tries to get through the door to get some fresh air, and accidentally knocks into Erica as he shuffles around the boxes. "Sorry." he squirms as his candle goes purple.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"It's alright." She slides the rest of the boxes out of the way, awkwardly smiling.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Do, do you work here?" Limbo is desperately trying to create small talk to rid of the awkwardness.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Yeah, it's my first day here."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thanatos is sat out in the dead fields, holding what looks like a seed
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Rose is outside, growing flowers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Um, well done I guess. Not because it's your first day, because you got the job. Not that you couldn't get a job, well actually I don't know if you could, but, I think you could. But my opinion means nothing. Unless you want it too. I'm talking too much." His candle goes orange as he feels sick with embarrassment.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Limbo walks out to get some fresh air, and walks over to rose. "What are you growing?" His candle is green.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica smiles awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Grakir lands next to them, after going on a little trip to the skies to stretch his wings.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Oh, umm, hi there." His candle is a mix of purple and blue.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Limbo is Observing from his chair in the corner
The hand is playing in the games room
The rat is sleeping on the bar
*Anyone alive?*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Nope. It's a very slow day in a very slow tavern.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It's a shame.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*I wasn't expecting this tavern to be popular, I was just expressing my love for the spooky season by giving other people a place to express theirs. I'm kind of fine if it dies, I'll just bring it back next year.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I like it*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.