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As you enter the inn, you are immediately bombarded by the shouts and laughter of jolly mercs aplenty.
Drinks are thrown about if not drunked, while most of the rowdy crowd of Crown Breakers are stuffing their mouths full with freshly cooked meat and bread.
You step aside at the last second when one of the mercs flies past you and crashes into a table or two, followed closely by the ones who threw the guy, not quite done with the poor bloke.
You wonder further in, passing a few who were drunkenly step dancing with one of their fellow man ontop a table, mugs still in hand as they took another swig of ale. Singing out of tune and sync, before promptly falling off together with a *Thud!*.
Further along you see a few trying to sweet-talk a few of the barmaids with mixed results. Some seemed to score, as those in question ran off to who-knows-where with big lusty smiles. The Others however, received a boot to their family jewels, and a burst of laughter from their wingmen.
But during your sightseeing, you failed to notice a tall and armored horse lady standing in your way. Bumping into them with a grunt, and subsequently got bounced back onto your ass.
The woman turns around with a growl, glaring down at you with fiery eyes “Fucking watch it, Shrimp!” She zeethed at you, to which you immediately apologized out of fear.
“Pff! Pussy…” She scuffed, before wandering off to probably grab a drink.
Getting back up and dusting yourself off, you hear a commotion happening just a few handful of steps away. Walking closer, you hear a bunch of the mercs chanting something that you can’t quite make out between all the other shouts and happy cries permeating the inn. First when you had pushed your way past a few of the mercs, could your truly hear what they yelled about
“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”
The small crowd chanted, as sitting by one of the windows sat a colossus of a minotaur, currently chugging down a literal small barrel of ale in, what you could only assume was, one go.
Once the last drop left the wooden container, the mino let out a loud and powerful ‘burp’, Making the crowed cheer with praise and laughter
“HA-Hahahahahaaa! Thaaat’ss right boooys!... Let it be known that…*Hic!* Kaaang’tur! Is still the KI*Hic!* KING! Of booz and ale! Gahahaha! *Hic!* Bring me another kek!” The mino called Kang’tur bellowed out with a drunk and jolly laughter.
Kang then notices you, and gives you a happy and toothy smile. “Aye, you there *Hic!* Lad! I’ve not seen your mug be*Hic!* Before. Come over here and Graaab yourself a…*Hic!* DRINK! Hahahaaa! Ale’s on me! The greatest warlord in the Woooorld~!! Wooo!” The Drunk bull sang, which only made his underlings laugh harder.
Not wishing to get on his bad side, you walk over and sit beside the drunken bull.
And from there on, for the rest of the night, Kang told you many stories of his endeavors and adventures out on the battlefield with pride, and also a bit of self-ego-stroking, until eventually the warlord would pass out come morning’s light… Followed by the rest of his entourage.
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This wonderful piece was done by this amazing fellow!
KeilTheMongrel
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Drinks are thrown about if not drunked, while most of the rowdy crowd of Crown Breakers are stuffing their mouths full with freshly cooked meat and bread.
You step aside at the last second when one of the mercs flies past you and crashes into a table or two, followed closely by the ones who threw the guy, not quite done with the poor bloke.
You wonder further in, passing a few who were drunkenly step dancing with one of their fellow man ontop a table, mugs still in hand as they took another swig of ale. Singing out of tune and sync, before promptly falling off together with a *Thud!*.
Further along you see a few trying to sweet-talk a few of the barmaids with mixed results. Some seemed to score, as those in question ran off to who-knows-where with big lusty smiles. The Others however, received a boot to their family jewels, and a burst of laughter from their wingmen.
But during your sightseeing, you failed to notice a tall and armored horse lady standing in your way. Bumping into them with a grunt, and subsequently got bounced back onto your ass.
The woman turns around with a growl, glaring down at you with fiery eyes “Fucking watch it, Shrimp!” She zeethed at you, to which you immediately apologized out of fear.
“Pff! Pussy…” She scuffed, before wandering off to probably grab a drink.
Getting back up and dusting yourself off, you hear a commotion happening just a few handful of steps away. Walking closer, you hear a bunch of the mercs chanting something that you can’t quite make out between all the other shouts and happy cries permeating the inn. First when you had pushed your way past a few of the mercs, could your truly hear what they yelled about
“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”
The small crowd chanted, as sitting by one of the windows sat a colossus of a minotaur, currently chugging down a literal small barrel of ale in, what you could only assume was, one go.
Once the last drop left the wooden container, the mino let out a loud and powerful ‘burp’, Making the crowed cheer with praise and laughter
“HA-Hahahahahaaa! Thaaat’ss right boooys!... Let it be known that…*Hic!* Kaaang’tur! Is still the KI*Hic!* KING! Of booz and ale! Gahahaha! *Hic!* Bring me another kek!” The mino called Kang’tur bellowed out with a drunk and jolly laughter.
Kang then notices you, and gives you a happy and toothy smile. “Aye, you there *Hic!* Lad! I’ve not seen your mug be*Hic!* Before. Come over here and Graaab yourself a…*Hic!* DRINK! Hahahaaa! Ale’s on me! The greatest warlord in the Woooorld~!! Wooo!” The Drunk bull sang, which only made his underlings laugh harder.
Not wishing to get on his bad side, you walk over and sit beside the drunken bull.
And from there on, for the rest of the night, Kang told you many stories of his endeavors and adventures out on the battlefield with pride, and also a bit of self-ego-stroking, until eventually the warlord would pass out come morning’s light… Followed by the rest of his entourage.
—
This wonderful piece was done by this amazing fellow!
KeilTheMongrelSo hop on over and check them out!
Category All / Fantasy
Species Minotaur
Size 1919 x 1920px
File Size 3.35 MB
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