The heavy fog covers the roads as you stumble forward, whether from exhaustion, escape, or just wandering. You look up to see something black through the misty haze. You almost believe your mind to be hallucinating, but as you come closer, you realize it’s a huge bar/inn. The sign creaks back and forth on the hinges; you read: Haven from Hell’s Hatred.
You hear shouts and screams in the distance. Even the innocent know to run from these ferocious men. To some, it’s the bounty hunters and assassins hot on their trail. To others, they run for fear and intimidation. Trespassing into this hellish domain, the cursed land on which you now stand, you desperately seek shelter. Entering, you pray, to whatever entity you hold fast to, that you can rest in safety from those who would seek to destroy you.
You look down at the mat and see a black cat flicking his tail in mock annoyance. His wide green eyes seem to stare to the depths of your very soul. It’s as if he wishes to say, “It’s me or them.” The screams grow louder… or is that your imagination? Beads of sweat now pour down your face. You feel the eyes ripping into your back. You hear the whispers of death, or perhaps that’s just the wind. Even the trees outstretch their limbs causing you to believe they almost have you within their grasps. Terrified, you have two choice. Brave the fears and terrors beyond the realm of this safe haven of peace, or enter to a world, perhaps even more disturbing than the one to which you stand.
You listen at the door. You hear music, maybe even occasional laughter. Your hand fidgets at the handle of the door. A small, cracking, wooden board to the right of the doorway reads "Let your troubles rest at the entrance to the door. Here, you are safe from all, as long as you keep your peace while resting from your travels, no matter what your business." Scrawled underneath the sign someone had written with a sharpie on the brick, "Neutral grounds, my a**! The bartenders are b***hes if you piss them off!" Chuckling to yourself, you know this is the place you need at the moment. You push through the door into a much needed escape.
{{Credits to Justkrys and Ven for writing.}}
You hear shouts and screams in the distance. Even the innocent know to run from these ferocious men. To some, it’s the bounty hunters and assassins hot on their trail. To others, they run for fear and intimidation. Trespassing into this hellish domain, the cursed land on which you now stand, you desperately seek shelter. Entering, you pray, to whatever entity you hold fast to, that you can rest in safety from those who would seek to destroy you.
You look down at the mat and see a black cat flicking his tail in mock annoyance. His wide green eyes seem to stare to the depths of your very soul. It’s as if he wishes to say, “It’s me or them.” The screams grow louder… or is that your imagination? Beads of sweat now pour down your face. You feel the eyes ripping into your back. You hear the whispers of death, or perhaps that’s just the wind. Even the trees outstretch their limbs causing you to believe they almost have you within their grasps. Terrified, you have two choice. Brave the fears and terrors beyond the realm of this safe haven of peace, or enter to a world, perhaps even more disturbing than the one to which you stand.
You listen at the door. You hear music, maybe even occasional laughter. Your hand fidgets at the handle of the door. A small, cracking, wooden board to the right of the doorway reads "Let your troubles rest at the entrance to the door. Here, you are safe from all, as long as you keep your peace while resting from your travels, no matter what your business." Scrawled underneath the sign someone had written with a sharpie on the brick, "Neutral grounds, my a**! The bartenders are b***hes if you piss them off!" Chuckling to yourself, you know this is the place you need at the moment. You push through the door into a much needed escape.
{{Credits to Justkrys and Ven for writing.}}
