TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
Dan awoke in his bed, still wearing the same clothes from the night before, bloodstains and all. For some reason the way those girls looked at him, like he was some sort of monster, had kept him up and even when sleep found him it was fraught with visions of death. That was the only way he could describe it.
"It's him! Run! He shoots fire from his hands! What sort of demon is he?! You can't reason with him, he'll kill you for trying!"
He had never dealt with these nightmares before. Why had they started now? Why should I care?
He was distracted from his inner demons by a knock on the door. "Housekeeping!" came an unusually masculine voice through the door. This confused Dan. This inn had a housekeeping service? He opened the door and two men with crossbows burst in. As Dan fell backwards into a sitting position he went over a mental checklist. Firearm: under pillow. Acid vials: on the bedside table. Money: next to the vials.
"Well well. Abbondanzio Carbonaro! There's a lot of people looking for your father."
"Really? Then you're gonna have to get in line."
"We're not here for him. We're here for you. Our employer is very interested in your fancy weapon and he wants to meet you."
"And if I'd rather sleep in?"
"We'll take you anyway."
"Fine! Just let me pack up." Dan moved over to the bedside table and reached for the vials of acid. Unscrewing the top slightly he called to the bigger of the two, "Hey buddy! Catch." Time seemed to move in slow motion as he tossed the vial and the big man caught it and it popped open in his hands. His grip on his crossbow failing as his hand started melting off. His buddy looked at him in surprise as Dan grabbed his weapon from under his pillow and fired at the smaller one. The smaller one fell backwards, dead. The bigger one was screaming in pain as Dan walked up to him and blasted him in the head, blood and brain splattering across the room and onto Dan.
Dan grabbed his items and checked the two for cash, a hefty sum was acquired, and he left the room. He had just walked into the main tavern area when a guard burst in, sword in a scabbard on his left side, crossbow on his back, shield in his left hand, and standard guard armor. His eyes immediately fell on Dan, covered in blood and brains, and approached him.
"You! You have committed crimes against Dalania and her people! What say you in your defense?"
"Crimes? What crimes?"
"What crimes?! If I look around I bet I'll find a body. Eyewitness reports put you at the scene of a ghastly murder in an alleyway not far from here! They reported hearing a loud explosion from your weapon, and I just heard an explosion! You tell me 'what crimes'!"
Damnit Dan! You knew your weapon was loud! How could you forget!? You can't kill a guard! That just puts a target on your back because his fellow guards will be out for your head! Dan put his hands up. "You got me."
Dan quickly found himself in a cell.
Later...
A guard approached the King and kneeled. "Your Majesty. We've come across a problem. One particular prisoner had a weapon that he warned would detonate if the wrong hands activated it. We don't know what to do with it."
Duke of Doge Rhaine Caffeine Freak
"It's him! Run! He shoots fire from his hands! What sort of demon is he?! You can't reason with him, he'll kill you for trying!"
He had never dealt with these nightmares before. Why had they started now? Why should I care?
He was distracted from his inner demons by a knock on the door. "Housekeeping!" came an unusually masculine voice through the door. This confused Dan. This inn had a housekeeping service? He opened the door and two men with crossbows burst in. As Dan fell backwards into a sitting position he went over a mental checklist. Firearm: under pillow. Acid vials: on the bedside table. Money: next to the vials.
"Well well. Abbondanzio Carbonaro! There's a lot of people looking for your father."
"Really? Then you're gonna have to get in line."
"We're not here for him. We're here for you. Our employer is very interested in your fancy weapon and he wants to meet you."
"And if I'd rather sleep in?"
"We'll take you anyway."
"Fine! Just let me pack up." Dan moved over to the bedside table and reached for the vials of acid. Unscrewing the top slightly he called to the bigger of the two, "Hey buddy! Catch." Time seemed to move in slow motion as he tossed the vial and the big man caught it and it popped open in his hands. His grip on his crossbow failing as his hand started melting off. His buddy looked at him in surprise as Dan grabbed his weapon from under his pillow and fired at the smaller one. The smaller one fell backwards, dead. The bigger one was screaming in pain as Dan walked up to him and blasted him in the head, blood and brain splattering across the room and onto Dan.
Dan grabbed his items and checked the two for cash, a hefty sum was acquired, and he left the room. He had just walked into the main tavern area when a guard burst in, sword in a scabbard on his left side, crossbow on his back, shield in his left hand, and standard guard armor. His eyes immediately fell on Dan, covered in blood and brains, and approached him.
"You! You have committed crimes against Dalania and her people! What say you in your defense?"
"Crimes? What crimes?"
"What crimes?! If I look around I bet I'll find a body. Eyewitness reports put you at the scene of a ghastly murder in an alleyway not far from here! They reported hearing a loud explosion from your weapon, and I just heard an explosion! You tell me 'what crimes'!"
Damnit Dan! You knew your weapon was loud! How could you forget!? You can't kill a guard! That just puts a target on your back because his fellow guards will be out for your head! Dan put his hands up. "You got me."
Dan quickly found himself in a cell.
Later...
A guard approached the King and kneeled. "Your Majesty. We've come across a problem. One particular prisoner had a weapon that he warned would detonate if the wrong hands activated it. We don't know what to do with it."
Duke of Doge Rhaine Caffeine Freak