Things change as time goes by, streets get paved, get lights, get industry build up, build out etc etc. But there is one thing that never changes. Dirty dive bars that have more ugly people in them than anything else. These never change. Like the locations are still hole in the wall places that even rats avoid, the beer is still dangerously undrinkable (I learned my lesson from bandit town thank you very much) and the people you meet there you want to avoid. Like not in a "They might be dangerous" sort of way, more in a "they might give you a disease that rots your flesh" kind of way. I don't know where these people come from, at times I swear they move through time as some kind of scummy artifact, forever to be shown to the rest of us as an example of what not to be in life.
I was sitting at this particular dive bar looking for my contact, a man I only knew by Braidin who was either late, or not coming. I had seen several people come in look at the bartender and then take up their position in the bar to rot away their lives. At least now the bars had radios so we could listen to music played through some magic (I don't understand technology sue me). Hanlon I think was exacting some punishment on me, I mean sure scummy places are out of the way of authorities, but there's a reason for that! They suck!
"You Lorentino?" There were two of them, this was my first hint neither one was Braidin. They smelled as awful as the place looked.
"No Mr. Lorentino can not make the meeting, I'm here in his stead." They looked at each other briefly and then directed me to the back of the bar, the bartender didn't so much as look up from his paper at the exchange. Once in the back I felt a blow to the back of my neck that really hurt, like seriously thinking about how hard he hit me makes me wince to this day.
"Get in the cuffs and shut your stupid shit eating mouth." They had shackles but they didn't appear to be the anti magical kind. I was not pleased let me tell you.
"Did you idiots actually read up on who you were going after?" Magic came harder for me than I expected, like I hadn't used necromancy since I'd been away but its normally wasn't this hard to pull some power up, still did though, both of my would be attackers hit their knees in pain. "First off I'm a necromancer, which means I can do this to you idiots, and secondly I've had problems pissing as of late which means my age was catching up with me which is bad for both of you even more." I made it hurt more than I needed to, I guess because I had to exert to do it, and probably because I was just angry in general. They both died horribly and I felt better, just in time for the real Braidin to come busting through the door behind him was a bar full of bodies, I hoped the people had just been knocked out.
"Lorentino?"
"I'll skip the introduction and tell you we probably should leave."
"Good plan."
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