Xanatos Etanial
Sep 28th, 2001, 04:37:35 PM
<center>Closed RP, if you want involved please email me at mphage@hotmail.com, with the name of the thread in the subject line
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It was a dusty day on Tattoine, though all the days on the planet were dusty to be honest, the streets were closed as a Sand Storm raged through the barren land. Only the stupid or insane would dare venture out into this death trap. And there amongst the blowing winds a figure appeared, barely visable through the turbulent winds and debris. He seemed unmoved by the blowing sands, or the howling wind, he continued as if it wasn't there.
The door to the bar swung open with a loud creek, as dozens of patrons glared up at the person who had exposed them, even if it be ever so momentarily, to the elements outside. The traveller said not a word, but stood there, as if waiting for one of them to attack. Moments seemed endless as the bar kept silent, and suddenly... nothing. The patrons turned away and went back to their business. The man turned slowly and shut the door behind him before making his way to a seat across from the barkeeper, where he finally showed a sign of communication.
"Barkeep. A glass of Chardonnay."
The bartender, a large ugly human turned and raised his single long eyebrow at the man.
"Rather fancy drink for up in these parts, not sure I got any."
The man looked down for a moment and remained silent.
The barkeep chuckled and grinned.
"Maybe ya oughta make some other seelection, so... what can I do ya for?"
The man raised his face again and scowled.
"I told you, a Chardonnay."
The barkeeps grin faded away.
"Listen pal I told you, we ain't got none of that fancy smancy..."
He didn't get anymore out, the stranger reached behind to his jacket and in a flash drew a sword from its sheath and brought it to rest under the fat of the bartenders many chins.
"Find some."
The barkeep looked at the weapon nervously and gulped, but not to hard so his throat didn't expand into the razor sharp edge of the blade.
"Of course sir, the customer is always right."
Turning his head the barkeep let out a scream towards the back of the bar.
"GIRL! Git your no good blue slave ass up here! we got ourselves a customer with a special need!"
The man grinned for just a moment before the slave girl came into sight.
Xanatos's eyes widen in both shock and disbelief
"Ryla..."
<font size=7 color=red><marquee direction=up><center>Hearts of Stone</center></font></marquee></font></center>
It was a dusty day on Tattoine, though all the days on the planet were dusty to be honest, the streets were closed as a Sand Storm raged through the barren land. Only the stupid or insane would dare venture out into this death trap. And there amongst the blowing winds a figure appeared, barely visable through the turbulent winds and debris. He seemed unmoved by the blowing sands, or the howling wind, he continued as if it wasn't there.
The door to the bar swung open with a loud creek, as dozens of patrons glared up at the person who had exposed them, even if it be ever so momentarily, to the elements outside. The traveller said not a word, but stood there, as if waiting for one of them to attack. Moments seemed endless as the bar kept silent, and suddenly... nothing. The patrons turned away and went back to their business. The man turned slowly and shut the door behind him before making his way to a seat across from the barkeeper, where he finally showed a sign of communication.
"Barkeep. A glass of Chardonnay."
The bartender, a large ugly human turned and raised his single long eyebrow at the man.
"Rather fancy drink for up in these parts, not sure I got any."
The man looked down for a moment and remained silent.
The barkeep chuckled and grinned.
"Maybe ya oughta make some other seelection, so... what can I do ya for?"
The man raised his face again and scowled.
"I told you, a Chardonnay."
The barkeeps grin faded away.
"Listen pal I told you, we ain't got none of that fancy smancy..."
He didn't get anymore out, the stranger reached behind to his jacket and in a flash drew a sword from its sheath and brought it to rest under the fat of the bartenders many chins.
"Find some."
The barkeep looked at the weapon nervously and gulped, but not to hard so his throat didn't expand into the razor sharp edge of the blade.
"Of course sir, the customer is always right."
Turning his head the barkeep let out a scream towards the back of the bar.
"GIRL! Git your no good blue slave ass up here! we got ourselves a customer with a special need!"
The man grinned for just a moment before the slave girl came into sight.
Xanatos's eyes widen in both shock and disbelief
"Ryla..."