Veteran’s Plateau Altar
Knight
Mangler
10-30-2022, 02:50 PM
Although he offered alcohol to the feast, he felt as though the altar itself could use a drink. Regardless if the mighty stone wolf had won or lost the battle he appeared to have at least survived, Grimshaw knew that there was nothing better than a good drink. Either to celebrate or numb the pain, it hardly mattered. Grabbing another bottle, this time of the strong stuff, Grimshaw made his way back to the altar and nodded towards the altar's familiars.
Setting the full, heavy bottle of his strongest make down at the feet of the altar. "You look like you could use a drink." He started, pausing briefly to sit and look up to the face of the warrior. "This alcohol is strong, like you." He finished, bowing his head in respect to the altar for a long minute before standing and doing the same, but shorter, to the familiars before parting and heading back to the Col.
"Speech!"
Setting the full, heavy bottle of his strongest make down at the feet of the altar. "You look like you could use a drink." He started, pausing briefly to sit and look up to the face of the warrior. "This alcohol is strong, like you." He finished, bowing his head in respect to the altar for a long minute before standing and doing the same, but shorter, to the familiars before parting and heading back to the Col.
NPC:
Even in the more somber atmosphere of the plateau, you sense a ripple of excitement go up from the familiars when you place your drink down and a low murmur of anticipation starts. You can feel that there is a general sense of approval. You can’t help a small smile.
A pleasant fuzziness seems to sweep over you, and you find your balance fleeing you, you fall to the ground but it doesn’t hurt, instead, it feels like floating. Some part of your mind seems to realize you are drunk, on what you cannot know. Your mouth tastes of metal and blood, filled with the taste of war and of conquest. Your mouth tastes like hard work, hours put into honing yourself and your craft. Your mouth tastes of victory and hard-earned recognition.
You lay on the hard earth, your head swimming pleasantly and feeling as though you were floating. Your mouth tastes of kisses, of your boyfriend, and a warmth seems to seep out from your chest to envelop your whole body. You feel almost euphoric and can’t help but feel a little sad as it starts to fade and your brain comes back to sobriety.
You notice the tabby standing before you, a look of amusement in its eyes and it chuckles softly as it watches you get back to your paws, and you notice a pouch hanging from your neck. “Don’t forget to celebrate even the little things, a good drink is only as good as the occasion and the company.” It gives you a wink and you make your way down from the altar, still feeling a little fuzzy.
You have received:
A Somnium breeding pass
Staff: note when claimed
Grimshaw has a septum ring, a fluffy curled tail, and a horrible facial scar (hover)
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