This tale begins in a small and dark tavern, in the center of the great capital of Zagreb.
Bold adventurers sat, drinking their watered-down ale and discussing their last epic battles with all kinds of creatures and such. Of course lying their asses off. I walked in, throwing my snow soaked coat on the empty oak chair, yelled at the handsome,but must be gay waitor to fetch me a dwarven fire-beer, and tiredly fired up a cigarette. My fellow adventures' faces were even duller that usual, there was a problem. Our Great Hall for the celebration of Winter Newyear Festus was not available! A dark chill climbed up my spine,and crawled into my brain. Now what. The Newyear Festus is the single greatest ceremony in the year, lots of fair (and hopefully,unfair) maidens,lots of fine liquors,and a dead pig over-baked on a wooden stake. Sad and disappointed,i've started to drown my sorrow in the ale, sadly trying to get a look of a nearby goth girl's cleavage.
In that moment, with a thunderous roar, a great paladin, in a shiny metal armor,and a Bon Jovi wannabe haircut entered the tavern!
to be continued...
Unknown "panker" Rabid - 16 years, 11 months, 1 day ago