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#1 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 14 November 2003 - 02:13 PM

I have two apologies to make before we begin. First, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the next chapter is pretty long, so I didn't want to merge the two. And the ending seemed like an appropriate place to stop.

Second, I'm sorry for messing with you folks in the previous chapter. Well, okay. Not that sorry. :lol:
 
I stared at Anomen’s body. There was only one thought running through my head.

“Shit! Shitshitshit!” Snick peered over the bar, crossbow in hand. “A Knight, dead in my bar! Man, the Cowlies are gonna have my liquor license for this…”

“Quiet!” I knelt by Anomen’s side and felt for a pulse. I was relieved when I found it, weak, but there. “The man’s not dead.”

There was a brief, ragged cheer from the barflies, and the music and talk resumed.

Snick sagged against the counter. “Praise Tymora. I thought my wine had killed him. I didn’t give him the good stuff, you know.”

“You never give anyone the good stuff, Snick.” I rolled Anomen over onto his side and smelled his breath. “Pah! He reeks of wine. How much did he have?”

“No more than seven or eight bottles.”

Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.

“What were you planning to do, rifle his pockets when he passed out?”

The look on Snick’s face told me that my guess was right.

Anomen groaned. His eyes cracked open. “What…what happened to me?”

“You passed out,” I told him. He didn’t seem to understand, so I dumbed it down. “You’re drunk.”

“Drunk? But that’s impossible, one trained in the ways of the Order cannot get drunk. I…” He tried and failed to sit up. “Oh, my head…”

“Just lie still. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before cracking open a bottle or seven.” I leaned closer. He could have puked at any minute, but I’ve had a lot worse splattered across my face. “Now, tell me, Anomen, what else did my sister do?”

It was lucky for me that Anomen was too groggy to protest. My heart lifted as I listened to his mutterings. For the first time since this whole mess began, everything made sense.

“Are you okay, Mister A? You’ve got this weird expression on your face. It looks almost like a smile.”

I’d almost forgotten Snick was there. “Never mind that. Have your boys put him into a room. I’ll let Trade know where to collect him.” I stood up and wiped my hands on my pants. “And leave his pockets alone. His drinks are on me.”

I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.

#2 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 14 November 2003 - 04:06 PM

I have two apologies to make before we begin. First, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the next chapter is pretty long, so I didn't want to merge the two. And the ending seemed like an appropriate place to stop.


Second, I'm sorry for messing with you folks in the previous chapter. Well, okay. Not that sorry. :)


What does that alignment tag around your neck say? Not 'Fluffy Good', I suspect... :lol:

“Quiet!” I knelt by Anomen’s side and felt for a pulse. I was relieved when I found it, weak, but there. “The man’s not dead.”


Aww, and I already ordered a tombstone... hmm, mayhaps it will still come in handy, it's not yet engraved.

Snick sagged against the counter. “Praise Tymora. I thought my wine had killed him. I didn’t give him the good stuff, you know.”


Don't think that Anomen really would have told any difference, even if he had given him the good stuff.

Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.


Knights? Pah! A bunch of pansies! :)

“Drunk? But that’s impossible, one trained in the ways of the Order cannot get drunk. I…” He tried and failed to sit up. “Oh, my head…”


Ano makes a very poor and pitiful drunk, no dignity left whatsoever... :(

It was lucky for me that Anomen was too groggy to protest. My heart lifted as I listened to his mutterings. For the first time since this whole mess began, everything made sense.


*scratches head*

I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.


Yeah, like about how nice Alkatraz is at this time of year, yes? :D

#3 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 15 November 2003 - 03:17 AM

What does that alignment tag around your neck say? Not 'Fluffy Good', I suspect... :?


Hey, if you had a tag around your neck that said 'Fluffy Good', wouldn't you replace it with something cooler as soon as possible?

I mean...I've always been Teasingly Evil...yeah... :wink:


Aww, and I already ordered a tombstone... hmm, mayhaps it will still come in handy, it's not yet engraved.


Don't worry, keep it in your closet. Someone is sure to die sooner or later, and you can trot it out as a handy (and thoughtful, if not terribly tactful) gift. :D

Don't think that Anomen really would have told any difference, even if he had given him the good stuff.


I know when I first started drinking wine, I couldn't tell the difference between the really good stuff and the moderately good stuff. (I could, however, tell the difference between good wine and wine-in-a-box, so I guess I'm one up on Anomen.) :roll:


Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.


Knights? Pah! A bunch of pansies! :wink:


LOL! In drinking or in general?


“Drunk? But that’s impossible, one trained in the ways of the Order cannot get drunk. I…” He tried and failed to sit up. “Oh, my head…”


Ano makes a very poor and pitiful drunk, no dignity left whatsoever... :lol:


He's not used to it. Give him time...I'm sure once the story comes to a close, he'll be boozing it up just like Sarevok. Or his dad. :)


It was lucky for me that Anomen was too groggy to protest. My heart lifted as I listened to his mutterings. For the first time since this whole mess began, everything made sense.


*scratches head*


I have to save something for the next chapter...


I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.


Yeah, like about how nice Alkatraz is at this time of year, yes? :)


I hear it's quite windy this time of year...how about Sing-Sing? :)

Thanks very much for your comments!

#4 Guest_IronDragon_*

Posted 15 November 2003 - 08:38 AM

Second, I'm sorry for messing with you folks in the previous chapter. Well, okay. Not that sorry.

I believe that we all survived just fine so no apology necessary

I stared at Anomen’s body. There was only one thought running through my head.

“Shit! Shitshitshit!” Snick peered over the bar, crossbow in hand. “A Knight, dead in my bar! Man, the Cowlies are gonna have my liquor license for this…”

loose the armor and pretend he’s not REALLY a knight. Yeah that will work.

“Quiet!” I knelt by Anomen’s side and felt for a pulse. I was relieved when I found it, weak, but there. “The man’s not dead.”

There was a brief, ragged cheer from the barflies, and the music and talk resumed.

its good to know everyone was concerned.

Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.

I’ve known a few knights and none of them could ever hold their liquor. Which always led to some interesting …er…never mind.

I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.

am sure you do.

#5 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 15 November 2003 - 04:47 PM

Second, I'm sorry for messing with you folks in the previous chapter. Well, okay. Not that sorry.

I believe that we all survived just fine so no apology necessary


Well, that's good. I'd be worried if that weren't the case. :D

loose the armor and pretend he’s not REALLY a knight. Yeah that will work.


:? I think the guards would notice. Somehow.

There was a brief, ragged cheer from the barflies, and the music and talk resumed.

its good to know everyone was concerned.


Stepping over a body on your way to the bar really ruins your night. Especially if you're wearing strappy heels. :wink:

I’ve known a few knights and none of them could ever hold their liquor. Which always led to some interesting …er…never mind.


Awwww...don't leave the story unfinished...

I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.

am sure you do.


Too much to talk about, judging from the unedited length. :wink:

Thanks very much for reading and commenting!

#6 Guest_jcompton_*

Posted 15 November 2003 - 06:20 PM

I know when I first started drinking wine, I couldn't tell the difference between the really good stuff and the moderately good stuff. (I could, however, tell the difference between good wine and wine-in-a-box, so I guess I'm one up on Anomen.) :twisted:


Madam, please.

Ce n'est pas "wine-in-a-box." C'est "Cardbordeaux", s'il te plait.

Merci.

#7 Laufey

Posted 16 November 2003 - 09:43 AM

“Shit! Shitshitshit!” Snick peered over the bar, crossbow in hand. “A Knight, dead in my bar! Man, the Cowlies are gonna have my liquor license for this…”


“Quiet!” I knelt by Anomen’s side and felt for a pulse. I was relieved when I found it, weak, but there. “The man’s not dead.”


There was a brief, ragged cheer from the barflies, and the music and talk resumed.


Ah, glad to hear it! :D I like Ano, even when he's a drunken sot.


“You never give anyone the good stuff, Snick.” I rolled Anomen over onto his side and smelled his breath. “Pah! He reeks of wine. How much did he have?”


“No more than seven or eight bottles.”


No *more*? :) Sounds like poor Ano must already be an accomplished alcoholic to have developed that much of a tolerance, that much could kill somebody.

Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.


As could that. Methinks Sarry's liver is protesting wildly.


“You passed out,” I told him. He didn’t seem to understand, so I dumbed it down. “You’re drunk.”


“Drunk? But that’s impossible, one trained in the ways of the Order cannot get drunk. I…” He tried and failed to sit up. “Oh, my head…”


Yeah...right. :wink:


I’d almost forgotten Snick was there. “Never mind that. Have your boys put him into a room. I’ll let Trade know where to collect him.” I stood up and wiped my hands on my pants. “And leave his pockets alone. His drinks are on me.”


I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.


Oooh, can't wait! Time to give the Dame a good smacking!
Rogues do it from behind.

#8 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 17 November 2003 - 02:14 AM

Ce n'est pas "wine-in-a-box." C'est "Cardbordeaux", s'il te plait.


:twisted:

#9 Guest_Chantrys_*

Posted 17 November 2003 - 02:18 AM


There was a brief, ragged cheer from the barflies, and the music and talk resumed.


Ah, glad to hear it! :) I like Ano, even when he's a drunken sot.


I like him too. :( Although I'm not sure that keeping him alive is a kind thing to do.


“No more than seven or eight bottles.”


No *more*? :twisted: Sounds like poor Ano must already be an accomplished alcoholic to have developed that much of a tolerance, that much could kill somebody.


Ano does have a large body mass (in my mind, anyway). And Snick's cheap wine is also watered. (Probably 3.5-4% alcohol per volume or something.)


Seven or eight bottles? With whiskey, it took just one to get really hammered. Maybe two. Three at the outside. Knights were useful in a fight, but they knew nothing about effective drinking.


As could that. Methinks Sarry's liver is protesting wildly.


His liver is far too intimidated to protest. :cry:


“Drunk? But that’s impossible, one trained in the ways of the Order cannot get drunk. I…” He tried and failed to sit up. “Oh, my head…”


Yeah...right. :lol:


:lol:


I left Anomen in Snick’s capable hands and went to visit Trade. Twenty minutes later, I was walking up the street to see Sis. We had a lot to talk about.


Oooh, can't wait! Time to give the Dame a good smacking!


Too bad Jaheira isn't around. She could give a good smacking...

Thanks very much for reading and commenting, Laufey! :D




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