[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Sana, Nor, Femnal, Kyra, Satilla [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Hell of a question from Sana. Not that he hadn't heard the query before, although it was usually inflected with less curiosity and more contemptible dismay. The phrase "What did you do?" was generally delivered as more of a chunk of angry rhetoric, resulting in either a hamfisted and insincere apology or a rude gesture on his part. Still, she did honestly want an explanation. Rather than hear it from Femnal (who was certain to have specific bias), he'd summarize as best as his non-standard descriptive methods would allow. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well ya see, it started eatin' turnips and 'ard bread on the road..."[/color] Keystone paused his vicious attack upon his meal. Before he spoke again, the Inn's door opened to admit two other members of their group, Kyra and Satilla. He waved them over with the loud invitation of [color=b8860b]"Oi! C'mon over an' grab some steaks n' stuff whilst I regale Sana with a story 'bout what went down in [i]this very building[/i] just last week!"[/color] Keystone nudged a platter of his handiwork an inch or two on the table in their general direction. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right then. Just ploddin' into town. I was circling about to find a main road headin' north so's to get m'self back home. Haven't been in ages. Just got outta a skirmish 'gainst the Undead, led by this [i]utter fonging wankstain[/i] what didn't have the good sense to stay deceased the first time 'round. Nor the second. Third time's the charm, though..."[/color] Keystone's eyes grew dark, his more or less jovial look (for him) turning into something grave. It seemed like it was a long time ago, but it really wasn't. He had friends there. Had, past tense. Keystone walked away from that conflict completely alone, the one survivor of his group. That made it the second time he was the lone survivor of an otherwise competent group against a horde of previously living opponents. 

	He shook it off, or rather tried to, giving himself a moment by gulping back half of his tankard. He continued slowly at first, but in short order got himself back up to swearing, narrative form. [color=b8860b]"Anyhow, ain't been eatin' such a balanced set of victuals at the time, y'see; been outta fresh greens for longer'n I cared to admit. Add to it, I ain't had nothin' to munch on all bloody day. 'Fice it to say, My innards was a breeding ground for all manner of unholy spawns, birthed of flammable arse vapors."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"This time was powerful special, mind ya. I'm figurin' on chowing back a huge meal what I didn't 'have to prepare myself, turns out to be the twaddle they's servin' here. Soon as I get m'gut full and settle into a bath (nice n' sudsy), I'm performin' rabid butt-labor to a bloody plethora of demonic arse-barks what threaten to split me open an' toss me out the window. Gods help anyone lightin' a pipe downstairs, too. Bacon-damned murderous, that one."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Course, it sorta made matters worse when I started usin' them breathin' techniques and harnessing m'bloody Chi to stabilize the process and get the brunt of it out my arsepit without blowing a ring out or rupturin' a vessel in my bloody forenoggin. Turns out, I was soundin' the trumpet horn what blows open the door to the Abyss. Buggers heard it 'cross town. Little kidrens and small animals fled. Horses and dogs shied 'way, like it was pure unnatural. Then the smell wafted downward, damned near claimed lives in [i]this room[/i] we're all in. Bloody awful."[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"Femnal knows proper 'bout that, don't he?"[/color] he quipped, elbowing in his general direction. [color=b8860b]"Splatted a full jug of creamy tan gut-gravy all over our merchant friend, Cremmy. That rotten bastich..."[/color]