Veggie 150 Share Posted June 5, 2021 In the fine city of Talon's Grotto, midday in the tavern, a wooden man took a seat. Despite the large grin carved into the mannequin he near-constantly possessed, it was clear he was hurting. A pain caused by a life and death of hardship after hardship, of respite only paving the way for further hurt. He wasn't loud, he didn't cry - he simply ordered a tea he couldn't taste and didn't need, talked to the two friends he had present, and fell limp. The specter's calming presence soon faded, leaving only the limp mannequin as a sore reminder of his existence. And in that seat, in the Talon's Grotto Alley Alehouse, he kept sitting. Almost as if he'd pop right back up at any second and ask for another. But he didn't. He couldn't. And there he sat.Mellen Aurelius1769 FA - 27 SA 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Balmakka 331 Share Posted June 5, 2021 A solemn, trodden elf would walk upon that scene in the tavern, glancing over the horrid, lifeless form of his once-fallen comrade. Acquiescent hues would pan its figure, looking knowingly upon the wooden smile. There was no happiness that lingered there. There hadn't been for some time. He knew now, more than ever, that his friend was truly beyond him. Sighing within the crisp silence of that tavern, he vocalizes only "My Pride and Joy." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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