Hello every one!
So over the next however-long-this-takes-me-to-write, I will be posting different sections to the story that’s been nagging in my brain. I call it The Emerald Stalker. I enjoy playing, and even though I have given my characters an oppressive pile of back story, I don’t even get into role playing. Simply put, this is my interpretation of how some characters might go about doing something within the universe of Tyria.
Let me know if you like it! Thanks!
Part One: The Shire of Beetletun
“Yer a tiny thing,” said a man, as he stumbled to sit at the bar.
“Yes, well, in opposition you are quite large. Does your intake of red meat make you superior?” I was busy peering outside, trying to see past the drops of rain that coursed down the rippled glass. It irritated me that he had picked that particular stool to park his rump on. I had used that stool not ten minutes ago to help me vault on top of the bar, and I might need it to get down. The owner of this inn possibly wouldn’t appreciate me taking the liberty of parking myself on the surface where she serves libations. I didn’t wish to upset anyone; however, by my calculations, it was past time for my meeting to start, and I was anxious to see my future colleague. I hoped she would be coming up the road any second.
“Ye cave rats are cute when yer tryin’ to sound smart,” the man responded. He had foam in his lip hair, remnants of the alcoholic beverage he had consumed recently. The coarse, grizzly beard that covered his chin and neck had crumbs nestled into the thicket.
(Much more to come)