Post by Aedon on Feb 21, 2011 11:52:32 GMT -8
Heading to the Knights Rest, Aedon made a few notes as to what was needed to do to make ready for the next weekend. A bit more stock to get in, and prize bags out together for those that might be attending Pirates night in Aegis. As he drew closer to the stairs, and uneasiness came over him.
Looking up, and towards the building, Aedon was shocked to see bits of glass on the ground around the building. From the gaping spots once filled by windows, shreds of curtains flapped in the breeze. The stairs leading up were littered with dust and bits of bones.
Running up the stairs Aedon entered the tavern and looked around him. The place was in a shamble. Broken bottles and more bits of window littered the floors, The tattered remnants of the curtains hung forlornly from the rods. Papers, bits of food, and decorations carefully placed when the room was done, lay strewn and broken around the floor. Kegs and bottles of drinks had been dumped about in a hasty fashion as though someone was searching frantically for something.
The smell of the place sickened him. The floor was sticky with a mixture of blood and liquor. The stench wafted up and assaulted his senses. Standing in the room which just the night before was filled with friends having fun, Aedon felt more as though he were standing in a graveyard, then a tavern.
Who, or what could have done this, and what were they looking for?
This thought rolled over and over in Aedon's mind as he tried to set right a chair, only to have it crash to the floor again. So much damage, such wonton destruction of a simple tavern.
Looking towards a corer, Aedon saw a piece of paper impaled to the wall with a dagger. Walking over, he pulled the the paper free, and read the note scrawled upon it. It read simply;
“You are welcome.”
The Rest could be repaired again. Windows would have to be ordered, and the floors repaired before the furnishings could be replaced. But the feelings of safety withing these walls had been forever shattered. Whatever was being searched for, may not have been found. And the one or ones who visited such destruction on the Rest may return another night.
Looking up, and towards the building, Aedon was shocked to see bits of glass on the ground around the building. From the gaping spots once filled by windows, shreds of curtains flapped in the breeze. The stairs leading up were littered with dust and bits of bones.
Running up the stairs Aedon entered the tavern and looked around him. The place was in a shamble. Broken bottles and more bits of window littered the floors, The tattered remnants of the curtains hung forlornly from the rods. Papers, bits of food, and decorations carefully placed when the room was done, lay strewn and broken around the floor. Kegs and bottles of drinks had been dumped about in a hasty fashion as though someone was searching frantically for something.
The smell of the place sickened him. The floor was sticky with a mixture of blood and liquor. The stench wafted up and assaulted his senses. Standing in the room which just the night before was filled with friends having fun, Aedon felt more as though he were standing in a graveyard, then a tavern.
Who, or what could have done this, and what were they looking for?
This thought rolled over and over in Aedon's mind as he tried to set right a chair, only to have it crash to the floor again. So much damage, such wonton destruction of a simple tavern.
Looking towards a corer, Aedon saw a piece of paper impaled to the wall with a dagger. Walking over, he pulled the the paper free, and read the note scrawled upon it. It read simply;
“You are welcome.”
The Rest could be repaired again. Windows would have to be ordered, and the floors repaired before the furnishings could be replaced. But the feelings of safety withing these walls had been forever shattered. Whatever was being searched for, may not have been found. And the one or ones who visited such destruction on the Rest may return another night.