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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Feb 10, 2018 19:10:05 GMT -6
Jarrick reclined back in a comfortable chair, as he dozed in front of the fire in the common room of the Brass Tacks in Hardby. In a break in the quiet conversation the triplets were having amonst themselves, they finally noticed Jarrick had fallen asleep, and he was dreaming. They watched their captain as his hands and arms made quick, jerking motions and his eyes rolled back and forth under the closed lids. | "Look. The Cap'ns dreamin again." All at their table began to watch. No words were spoken as they watched their fearless leader battled in his dreams.
"You think he's fight'n Pirates?"
They all continued to watch.
"Nah. Not much fight'n in them. They just basically give up or die. I say he's back in the glory days, fight'n with the Stone and Sword Comp'ny."
Roderick says, "Those were the days."
All of them jumped startled as Jarrick leapt from his chair, suddenly awakening from his dream. He landed on the balls of his booted feet, crotched ready in his battle stance, fists doubled up and ready to continue the battle. His breath coming in heavy pants and face coated in sweat, he looked about him for the next threat.
Slowly, after his initial confusion looks about him at the now quiet room. He sees all faces turned towards him and all eyes, both friend and those of the other strangers there, fixed on himself. Gathering his wits about him, a look of disgust comes across his face, covering the initial mask of battle terror as he bolted out of the dream.
Realizing it was a dream of sorts he roars, "F U C K !" Stalking off towards the stairs, he looks at no one as he disappears up them towards the back of the building. The room returns to life at his departure, but the three dwarven twins, as well as Erol and Roderick look at each other. They knew this wasn't a good sign.
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It was Erol who broke the silence, "Uh oh." They got up from their table and made their way to the stairs as well.
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