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A short story along the lines of Craig's D&D spoof on reality. Craig, and others who have any interest, let me know what you think. :-)
Sir James sits amidst the noisy patrons of The Green Room, a local inn and tavern, his face set in a mask of quite contemplation. A hand touches his shoulder and he glances up to meet the gaze of an attractive, young woman.
"Why the sad face cutie?" James blinks, before realizing this raven-haired beauty is addressing him.
"Um…me?…No…I mean…I’m not sad…j…just thinking….ma’am" He breaks eye contact, blushing slightly as he looks back down at his mug.
The young woman cocks her head to one side studying him for a moment, before laughing slightly and patting his head. She turns and goes. James sneaks a look at her as he goes, biting his lower lip, and exhaling in a frustrated way.
"Dragons…demons…evil sorcerers…these you can face without flinching, but a pretty girl looks at you and you can not even speak a coherent sentence. Come on James, what kind of knight are you?" The young man whispers to himself.
Pushing himself away from the table, he stands and is about to leave the room when something catches attention. A blonde haired man sitting at a table a few paces away just said something to the serving girl, and his friends are laughing. Frowning he walks over to him raises a gloved hand and back hands him upside the head. The blonde man goes sprawling out of his chair and onto the floor.
"How dare you insult this young woman!" His tone indignant, his stance secure, Sir James looks down at a very confused young man.
An Orc sitting across the table sees his drinking companion knocked to the floor, his eyes meet the young knights, and he stands bellowing his challenge. "RAAAAARGH!"
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Half and hour, and one spectacular bar room brawl later, Sir James sits, dumbfounded and speechless, his right eye swelling up, and several tears in his once pristine garments. The raven haired young woman sits next to him, her face tear streaked from laughing. The blonde man sits across from him, also bruised and battered. The Orc stands casually leaning against a post.
"You mean…good sir…that you were not referring to the maid with your crass remarks?" Sir James finally asks in a timid, but properly toned voice.
"Nah mate, I was talking to that pompous half-elf sitting with us. Mother taught me not to use such language to women." The blonde says, surprisingly good natured after being slugged by the offended Paladin.
The young woman laughs hugs James’ arm, "Nevertheless my Knight in Shinning Armor came to the rescue." James looks at her sheepishly, mortified and flattered at the same time.
The innkeeper, a white haired, mustachioed Halfling, brings a plate of raw steaks and instructs the three men to apply them to their black eyes. James cringes at the plate of meat and turns away, slightly green. The Orc gladly takes up the left over piece and munches on one while applying the other to his face.
The young knight looks at the Orc in semi-horror, who upon seeing the young man’s expression stops munching and offers up the partially eaten steak. "Changed yer mind?"
James promptly shakes his head, turns away and pretends not to hear the warrior munching on the raw steak.
And so Korag meets James…
So I mixed up a couple of stories with this one, but I think it’s funny and fits with the over all story line so far. Let me know what you think Craig, as I’m not exactly sure how we actually met in the first place. It probably had something to do with 5th Hill, but I can’t remember the specifics.