Post by Uni on Sept 18, 2006 22:17:16 GMT -5
Epilogue
Three years. That was nothing, right? But that was the point, everything felt like ‘nothing’. Oerin sighed, and leaned back on his chair, his eyes fixed on a point some three feet above the barman’s head. A forest of mugs was spread out on the table before him, and yet another was in his hand. It seemed that his distaste for alcohol had disappeared along with Uni-Shomo. He wasn’t drunk, not yet; it took him a while to become properly drunk now. Everything seemed so clear when he was drunk. The warped world slid back into focus, and it became fuzzy and warm, and for a time, at least, he could forget about those terrible events that had happened three years ago today. Today? Really? Oh….
Sighing again, he allowed his stool to crash to the ground as he drained his mug. He was starting to feel the effect of the ten or so pints he’d drank, everything was becoming soft, as parts of his brain dissolved gently in the alcohol….
Oerin gasped and jerked awake. He was sopping wet, or at least his torso was, although that might be because he’d just been dunked in the water trough around the back of the Inn.
“That’s better. I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.” Oerin turned his pounding head to look up at the tall figure who was standing over him.
“Deshwitat?”
“I prefer… Desh, but yes.”
“That’s a new one,” Oerin muttered, leaning back on his haunches, and clutching at his head.
“What happened?”
“You fell into a beer induced coma.”
“Little words.”
“You fell asleep.”
“I’d gathered that much,” Oerin said, one eye closed, and the other glaring up at his old ‘friend’. “I meant, what happened to make you come and find me?”
“I’ll tell you later; first we need to get you dried off.” Muttering and cursing under his breath, the man allowed the Demon to pull him to his unsteady feet, and steer him back toward the Inn.
Once inside, and dry, Oerin sat on the only furniture, the bed, and stared pointedly at Deshwitat.
“Spill. Why’re you here?”
“Oh! Come on Oerin-Shomo!” The demon said teasingly, “Is that anyway to treat an old friend?” Oerin just glared. This was so unlike the somber, over-protective, grumpy, annoyed (and annoying) demon that Oerin had come to know. After a moment, Deshwitat sighed theatrically.
“Fine, Fine. I’ll tell you.” His face split into an even larger grin.
“Our lady has need of us.”
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“WHAT?!” Oerin was suddenly on his feet, one hand hovering over his sword hilt.
“Don’t you DARE make jokes about that Deshwitat!” Desh just smiled, and bowed, pointing at the door.
“As I said, our lady has a need for us.” As he spoke, the door opened, and Uni was standing in the doorway, a smile on her face, and her eye one solid color… green…
Three years. That was nothing, right? But that was the point, everything felt like ‘nothing’. Oerin sighed, and leaned back on his chair, his eyes fixed on a point some three feet above the barman’s head. A forest of mugs was spread out on the table before him, and yet another was in his hand. It seemed that his distaste for alcohol had disappeared along with Uni-Shomo. He wasn’t drunk, not yet; it took him a while to become properly drunk now. Everything seemed so clear when he was drunk. The warped world slid back into focus, and it became fuzzy and warm, and for a time, at least, he could forget about those terrible events that had happened three years ago today. Today? Really? Oh….
Sighing again, he allowed his stool to crash to the ground as he drained his mug. He was starting to feel the effect of the ten or so pints he’d drank, everything was becoming soft, as parts of his brain dissolved gently in the alcohol….
Oerin gasped and jerked awake. He was sopping wet, or at least his torso was, although that might be because he’d just been dunked in the water trough around the back of the Inn.
“That’s better. I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.” Oerin turned his pounding head to look up at the tall figure who was standing over him.
“Deshwitat?”
“I prefer… Desh, but yes.”
“That’s a new one,” Oerin muttered, leaning back on his haunches, and clutching at his head.
“What happened?”
“You fell into a beer induced coma.”
“Little words.”
“You fell asleep.”
“I’d gathered that much,” Oerin said, one eye closed, and the other glaring up at his old ‘friend’. “I meant, what happened to make you come and find me?”
“I’ll tell you later; first we need to get you dried off.” Muttering and cursing under his breath, the man allowed the Demon to pull him to his unsteady feet, and steer him back toward the Inn.
Once inside, and dry, Oerin sat on the only furniture, the bed, and stared pointedly at Deshwitat.
“Spill. Why’re you here?”
“Oh! Come on Oerin-Shomo!” The demon said teasingly, “Is that anyway to treat an old friend?” Oerin just glared. This was so unlike the somber, over-protective, grumpy, annoyed (and annoying) demon that Oerin had come to know. After a moment, Deshwitat sighed theatrically.
“Fine, Fine. I’ll tell you.” His face split into an even larger grin.
“Our lady has need of us.”
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“WHAT?!” Oerin was suddenly on his feet, one hand hovering over his sword hilt.
“Don’t you DARE make jokes about that Deshwitat!” Desh just smiled, and bowed, pointing at the door.
“As I said, our lady has a need for us.” As he spoke, the door opened, and Uni was standing in the doorway, a smile on her face, and her eye one solid color… green…