[center][b][i]~IN THE BEGINNING~[/i][/b]
[i]Time: Second Hour and Second Quarter of MiddleDay[/i][/center]

[i]Old Boar's Inn; Lobby[/i]
[b][Locien/Ganti][/b]

Locien, who had still been eyeing the bar, would gaze back into the empty tankard in hand, in an almost musing manner. A small, knowing smile crept onto his face as his green eyes wandered back up to his ragged, white haired companion. [i]'And so, the bard meets with the hunter, fates now bound. The Fall cometh, as foreseen by the fifth of her ki--'[/i]

The elven bard's thoughts would be interrupted by a sharp hiss of air, causing his glazed gaze to fall upon a red shirted woman, her mischievous eyes looking to his as she said, [b]"Hey. Hey guy. Hey, is he with you?”[/b] Locien followed her popped thumb to unconscious Alec, and then to the gold coin she slid on to the table. "Well, mate." The silver tongue danced behind slowly revealing pearly whites, "He could be, but another two coins, and I don't even know who you're talking about." A hand thrummed his cittern, a solid chord coming from the wooden instrument as a devilish smile came from Locien...

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[i]The Old Boar's Inn; Bar[/i]
[b][Missile/Pullo/Kresnik][/b]

Bruce's beady eyes sparked dangerously as a hairless eyebrow raised in response to Kresnik's request, "No need to run a golden spell on me, bloodsucker. You can just ask." With obvious annoyance, the sharkman would turn to apparently disappear behind the kitchen doors. However, halted at Missile's request and comment. The huge frame of the land shark began to heave, his huge lungs audibly taking in air, words being spoken behind a clenched jaw. "The cobblers... are... excellent." Heavy footsteps shook the floor Bruce almost seemed to grow, his massive body slowly beginning to tower over the diclonious and her lover. “The cobblers… are delicious…” His massive hands were now clenching the sides of the counter, which were crunching under the massive pressure of his flexing muscles…

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[i]???[/i]
[B][Alec][/b]

The sense of satisfaction that had washed over Alec would not last for long. For as he felt it, something shifted in the scene before him. The ever present shade around his person would melt into nothing, and then:

She was there. His wife, in a bloody, broken form standing before him, bloody tears falling over her cheeks as a crumpled hand slowly rose to point accusingly at the demigod. Her voice was pain filled, hollow, echoing into the darkness she had been molded from, “Why?”

“Why couldn’t you save me, my love? Why couldn’t you bring me back to you?”

“Why?”

Suddenly her face twisted to a jaw full of teeth, a bottomless black hole as her torn, broken form leapt at him, a terrible scream issued into the black, 

“WHY?!”

His wife would be heavy, and reek of death. Her dagger filled mouth would lunge at his throat, torso, anything to rip her husband to shreds…