Post by moose on Feb 24, 2009 4:17:44 GMT -5
It was just another day and my office still smelled like old white tea and celeborn and the sense of dread that we were losing the war and everyone knew but no one would say it.
I was looking out the window onto Boylston street when I heard the firm click of heals come down the hall. I sat down and tried to look busy cleaning my theobro.
She opened the door and walked in like she owned the place.
I'd seen legs before. I tried to remain calm.
"Are You Mister Archer or Mister Grapho?".
She had an accent. British or Irish. I decided to investigate this case further.
"I'm Grapho. Miles Archer is dead." I said. I regretted the blutness immediately. The legs provided some comfort.
She sat down and lit a pipe. A gentleman would have offered her a light.
She let out a long lazy puff.
"I have a story to tell you." she breathed.
I suspected it was not the story of her legs but I decided to feign interest anyway.
"Everyone's got one sweetheart. I'll listen to yours."
She let out another puff and started.
"Then it is as I have feared. There is little time, but you must know the peril you face! Prepare yourself and listen to my tale."
"Long ago, at the breaking of Thangorodrim, Thaurlach flew to this land and I gave chase."
"At his coming, all was beset with brimstone and flame, and he eluded me."
"For long years he lay hidden, until the Dark Power rose again and Thaurlach awoke from his secret slumber."
"He was revealed to me in that moment, and I struggled with him in battle."
"With the aid of the wizards I threw down my foe: defeated, but not slain."
"Thaurlach sued for pardon at the feet of the wizards."
"They deemed he should be imprisoned where he could await his judgment at the end of days."
"Long have I here waited for Thaurlach to seek his freedom, that I may end his menace for good if he sought to escape!"
Frankly I had lost my interest about the time she sat down and crossed her legs but her story was more interesting than most and it wasn't like I was swimming in quests. I played it cool.
"So. You've got a loose Balrog and at least one wizard on the take. My standard price is 1 gold a day plus expenses."
She smiled a long smiled a long smile and pulled a bag of gold out of her bag.
"I think this wll keep you going for a while Mr. Grapho."
I put the bag in my locker like it was joining others and I was still thinking about it.
"I'll look into your Balrog. I'll PM you in a week."
After she was gone I could still hear the echo of her heals in the hallway and smell her in the air and the smell was pure trouble.
I was looking out the window onto Boylston street when I heard the firm click of heals come down the hall. I sat down and tried to look busy cleaning my theobro.
She opened the door and walked in like she owned the place.
I'd seen legs before. I tried to remain calm.
"Are You Mister Archer or Mister Grapho?".
She had an accent. British or Irish. I decided to investigate this case further.
"I'm Grapho. Miles Archer is dead." I said. I regretted the blutness immediately. The legs provided some comfort.
She sat down and lit a pipe. A gentleman would have offered her a light.
She let out a long lazy puff.
"I have a story to tell you." she breathed.
I suspected it was not the story of her legs but I decided to feign interest anyway.
"Everyone's got one sweetheart. I'll listen to yours."
She let out another puff and started.
"Then it is as I have feared. There is little time, but you must know the peril you face! Prepare yourself and listen to my tale."
"Long ago, at the breaking of Thangorodrim, Thaurlach flew to this land and I gave chase."
"At his coming, all was beset with brimstone and flame, and he eluded me."
"For long years he lay hidden, until the Dark Power rose again and Thaurlach awoke from his secret slumber."
"He was revealed to me in that moment, and I struggled with him in battle."
"With the aid of the wizards I threw down my foe: defeated, but not slain."
"Thaurlach sued for pardon at the feet of the wizards."
"They deemed he should be imprisoned where he could await his judgment at the end of days."
"Long have I here waited for Thaurlach to seek his freedom, that I may end his menace for good if he sought to escape!"
Frankly I had lost my interest about the time she sat down and crossed her legs but her story was more interesting than most and it wasn't like I was swimming in quests. I played it cool.
"So. You've got a loose Balrog and at least one wizard on the take. My standard price is 1 gold a day plus expenses."
She smiled a long smiled a long smile and pulled a bag of gold out of her bag.
"I think this wll keep you going for a while Mr. Grapho."
I put the bag in my locker like it was joining others and I was still thinking about it.
"I'll look into your Balrog. I'll PM you in a week."
After she was gone I could still hear the echo of her heals in the hallway and smell her in the air and the smell was pure trouble.
