Zadori Chapter IV

From Black Country Role Playing Society

“Mmmmm…Celebess, god your breath stinks off beer…” muttered Zadori

He woke with a start to find himself cuddled up to Olaf, a fat drunken slob who earned his beer money prancing and capering for the amusement of passers by.

“Urrggghhh….” Exclaimed Zadori and rolled off the pallet he landed back first on an empty clay beer bottle which broke and dug painfully into his flesh.

“Arrggh!”

Zadori jumped to his feet and began to sneak towards the door of the common room

Olaf made a chomping sound and a little drool dripped from the corner of his mouth “Wench, come back to bed and Olaf with give you seconds…” he mumbled

“You better not have given me firsts, or I’m going to magic missile your ass.” Muttered Zadori

“What was that wench?”

Zadori’s face took on a panicked look and then hurried down the stairs

“Ah! There you are, you lazy bag of shit!” roared the tavern keeper “There are still mugs and plates from last night not washed up.”

“I’ll get right on it.” Said Zadori sheepishly

“See that you do, or it’s the boot for you.”

Zadori hurried into the kitchen and rubbed his behind at the thought of the boot.

“Oh and Bruno wants to know if his sword is fixed, he said it better be, or break or no break, heads will roll…literally.” Came the voice of the tavern keeper from the bar.

Zadori sighed deeply and began to heat the water to clean the mountain of plates and tankards.

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Zadori sat at one of the tavern tables and watched the sun slowly set, it would be another hour before the tavern got busy again. Zadori rested his head upon his arms and closed his eyes for a moment.

There was a soft cough at his elbow.

“Go away…I’m on my break.”

“Glad to see you are being all you can be.” Said a vaguely familiar voice

Zadori looked up to see the Priest that had sent him out of the elven lands three months ago.

“What do you want?”

“An ale would be nice.”

“Get it yourself, I’m on a break.”

“What? You’re not going to offer free ale to the friend who gave you food, water, weaponry and purpose?”

“I have to pay for it.”

“Will one ale really break the bank?”

“Very nearly, they pay me next to nothing for working here.”

Zadori sighed, stood up and went inside the tavern and return with a tankard of ale

“Here.” He said with poor grace and dumped it on the table

“Thank you.” Replied the priest politely “So what plans do you have for the future?”

“Plans? I don’t know, try and save enough money to enrol in a magic school. Good job we elves live for 600 plus years, that’s probably how long it will take, particularly when priests come and force you to expend precious savings buying them beer.”

“Dear me, you really are in a dark place aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“Have you ever considered adventuring?”

“Adventuring?”

“Yes, I saw an odd group of mainly elven folk wandering this way, perhaps they need the services of the mighty wizard Zadori Voran.”

“Adventuring is a mugs game; at least I have a steady income here.”

“Please yourself, I just thought it might be an opportunity to be all you can be.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” asked Zadori quizzically

A meaty finger poked Zadori in the ribs and he woke with a start, the sun had almost set.

“Get back to work.” Said the innkeeper “Rumour has it that a bunch of elves are travelling the road tonight, it would be nice if there was someone on hand who can speak their language.”

“Alright.” Simpered Zadori and watched as the innkeeper went back inside “Bastard.”

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