Things were changing at an extremely drastic rate, and Farren knew full well that if he was even going to attempt to survive in a world such as this one he'd need to be as flexible as he possibly could when he came to learning and adapting. He'd have to push himself to his limits and break through them. He'd have to sit his pride to the side for just a while and absorb as much knowledge as he could from those around him, and soon enough he'd be able to return to being the terror that he once was. He thought about all of this as he sat at the bar within the Swineherd Pub. Once the rest of the lower guild members arrived, they'd all depart for the Haunted Lands in order to get a start on their group training.
Fun Times at the Pub [Red] [Open]
Tue Apr 10, 2018 8:22 pm
Things were changing at an extremely drastic rate, and Farren knew full well that if he was even going to attempt to survive in a world such as this one he'd need to be as flexible as he possibly could when he came to learning and adapting. He'd have to push himself to his limits and break through them. He'd have to sit his pride to the side for just a while and absorb as much knowledge as he could from those around him, and soon enough he'd be able to return to being the terror that he once was. He thought about all of this as he sat at the bar within the Swineherd Pub. Once the rest of the lower guild members arrived, they'd all depart for the Haunted Lands in order to get a start on their group training.
Sat Apr 14, 2018 12:53 am
His shiny bald head glistened in the dim light of the bar, as testament to his well kept appearance. As always, Chad was on the lookout for people who seemed as though they were strong. There had been a string of occurrences in which Chad had completely obliterated any opposition he had faced in recent times, and he was starting to become frustrated with how easily his enemies were dying. Much to his glee, he noticed a shady but powerful looking individual sitting at the bar. Given his calm and tranquil appearance, nobody would expect a monk like Chad to make his way towards the back of the man known as Farren and throw a full force punch to the back of his skull. Should the blow connect it would instantly turn his brain into mush from the kinetic force from the fist. Chad had good reason to try this of course, as if the man was strong, he would probably be able to dodge this blow with ease, and since Chad didn't really have any morals, he wasn't dissuaded by the prospect of being labeled a murderer.
Sat Apr 14, 2018 12:09 pm
As Farren extended his hand outwards to grab yet another drink that the barkeep had left for him, he was completely unaware that someone now stood behind him; murderous intent wafting off of him in a manner much akin to staunch body odor. Killing intent was something that Farren was no stranger to, yet, today was a day in which the act of killing was the furthest thing on his mind - especially the thought that his own murder was a possibility. With the drink in his glass now nearing it's end, Farren began to wave the barkeep back over to him.
"Another, pl-"
Before Farren could finish his sentence, he could feel an immense amount of pressure pushing against the back of his skull before everything went black. Blood and brain matter splashed everywhere while the skull fragments shot across the room like shrapnel. The blood and brain matter caused by the attack colored the bar and most of the patrons in attendance; while the barkeep, sadly, hadn't been able to avoid damage from the skull fragments. In almost no time at all, the terror once known as "The Gourmet" had been murdered.
[Dead]
Sun Apr 15, 2018 12:35 pm
Once again Chad had randomly assaulted a person he assumed to be strong, but this time it happened to occur in public, making the situation abnormally awkward for the poor monk. After the short period that it took people to register what happened, Chad was already moving at full speed out of the bar and into the night, as getting caught up with the local authorities would definitely not be the most beneficial thing for him. He heard the screams of patrons behind him as he disappeared into a nearby alleyway to change out his blood covered robes and into something clean.
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