Tormeron's events: the Stories

It's happy hour, the alcohol is flowing. It's time to pull up a tankard of ale, bottle of wine for the ladies and regail tales of heroism and grandeur.

Topic/Postby Alcioune » 27 Feb 2015, 22:43

From Dragonblight to Icecrown
Part 1-
And only part

"Water and ice shards rush over the small mountain top only to find a direct dive into the river below, wind cold blows upon the gathered adventurer's while heavy clouds gather above them. All who gathered, greets and their leader, Arthuron, introduces them to the plan yet another time. "We will be heading to the very front of Icecrown today." he said with an optimistic tone to his companions and by those words, they packed their things and prepared to cross the waterfalls half-frozen source. They marched steadily over the ice and to the other side, only to find the heavy clouds 'blessing' them with snowfall.

Snow and Wind, floating hand in hand down to the ground, teasingly bothers the adventurer's sight as they find themselves walking up hill, their front man, yet again speaking, quick as he is, "We will see if there is a way to Icecrown further up, the bridge seems to be dangerous." He spoke loud and clear through the Blizzard and indeed it was, the bridge sway from side to side as the wind only grew more restless together with the thickening snowfall. By each step up hill, faint sounds of cackling bones is heard through the blinding snow, only to grow more intense as time fly pass them.

Prepared for combat they walked, several more noises is heard through the blizzard and a voice shower them with insecurity, causing them to stop and reconsider their path now that their walk has been blocked by the knowledge of a dead end at their front. They turned around, only changing the side of where the snow hit them, not even the voice speaking to them seemed to have changed direction.

Soon, the wind finds slightly more rest and the group stops as they hear noises being something alike bells coming towards them at their front. Prepared for the worse they stood and watched, and when a figure finally appeared, only a gnome stood upon his sledge, the gnome speaks up, as happy and cheerful he now was, "Do anyone of you want to gamble!? You can win a lot of gold!" a tempting offer made before introductions and greedy as one of the adventurer's was, she stood by as her companions questioned the game, "What if we loose?" is spoken to the right of the greedy fellow. The gnome changes his expression but slightly, bursting up with the same joy in his tone, "Why your soul of course!" the group looks at the gnome, confused but mostly curious if the gnome were serious.

"I will play." Spoke Clara, the greediest of those. "Excellent!" the gnome said and summoned forth three cups in each their own color and one of these containing a bean. Clara stands, ready and clear in mind as the cups start to spin and spin around each other and at very last, to find them stand in same color as the first time the cups were seen standing by one another. "Pick your cup, but choose wisely, because if you choose the wrong cup? Such wouldn't surprise me." the gnome holding his hands in excitement, waiting for Clara to choose which cup that might give her a fortune, "I choose this." Clara speaks, serious in tone as serious money can get, but she chose the cup which the bean was not in. "It seems you have lost and so you will. Your very soul, is on the bill." the companions, prepared to fight off the gnome if he were to steal Clara's soul, but he only vanished and let them be."

(Story made for Torm's entertainment and posted here cause Torm said so. <Looks up from paper and looks scared due to the gun held by Torm at Alcioune's new hat>)
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