Myrken Gras!
Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 1:09 pm
As soon as the sun tickled the sky with the last of it's gentle kiss... it began. At first it was just a few figures, clad entirely in black from head to toe. They wore cowls, scarves, cloaks, and more. There were no defining marks on any one piece of the attire.
A dozen at first, carrying tables, chairs, even kegs out into the streets of the main market plaza. Then more came, and yet still the crowd of all black grew and grew. Within an hour scores of men were in the streets, milling, talking, laughing. Beer and foodstuff were passed around, shoved behind scarfs of the nervous, poured laughingly on the exposed faces of the pompous.
The music came not soon after, a band drawn out by an offering of gold from one of the regular night establishments. The bad boys of Myrken had heard what they considered good news, and were going to enjoy every moment of it. The gathering would continue to spread until every vile, worthless, sneaky, deceiptful, corrupt person within town was there. Many held no true association with infamous Market that was likely to blame for Myrkenwood's latest block party.
And the worst of it, no one was actually breaking any laws, as far as one could easily see, except blocking a bit of traffic. Spirits were high tonight, considering this meant perhaps now the Market might start acting on all the chaos about of late.
One member, however, was not celebrating. Hidden away in the dark of a building he'd not visited in months, his home. Suede sat on the floor of his home's recently converted nursery. A stuffed elf with a fake dagger in it's chest held against him.
Tsoss was gone.
A dozen at first, carrying tables, chairs, even kegs out into the streets of the main market plaza. Then more came, and yet still the crowd of all black grew and grew. Within an hour scores of men were in the streets, milling, talking, laughing. Beer and foodstuff were passed around, shoved behind scarfs of the nervous, poured laughingly on the exposed faces of the pompous.
The music came not soon after, a band drawn out by an offering of gold from one of the regular night establishments. The bad boys of Myrken had heard what they considered good news, and were going to enjoy every moment of it. The gathering would continue to spread until every vile, worthless, sneaky, deceiptful, corrupt person within town was there. Many held no true association with infamous Market that was likely to blame for Myrkenwood's latest block party.
And the worst of it, no one was actually breaking any laws, as far as one could easily see, except blocking a bit of traffic. Spirits were high tonight, considering this meant perhaps now the Market might start acting on all the chaos about of late.
One member, however, was not celebrating. Hidden away in the dark of a building he'd not visited in months, his home. Suede sat on the floor of his home's recently converted nursery. A stuffed elf with a fake dagger in it's chest held against him.
Tsoss was gone.