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Louis, The Last Breton

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Re: The Duck and Spackle Bar Mk. II
« Reply #30 on: April 10, 2016, 11:35:29 PM »
A certain someone walks inside, gazed by the surprise of such place, he walks to a chair close the wall were everything meets a crash.
That someone was Louis, he who words come out when the talk is about future. He who call himself "The last bretón" the old celt nation. His flag, old, has been on fire and water, has been left has been right
Wind blows. His mind is cold, throat however is hot.
Wind blows. Burning branches steals Louis attention for a while
Wind blows. Shivers
He then says: "Where I am, everybody was! But twas long ago now"
So long
So long
Its empty.


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Re: The Duck and Spackle Bar Mk. II
« Reply #31 on: May 01, 2018, 07:43:24 PM »
He leaned on the seemingly fragile and old wooden door, using his strength to open the entrance. It took a quite bit of force but they finally moved and he nipped in, closing the door behind him. It was a bar, as he thought, in quite desolated condition, but some people still sat behind tables. They all seemed... quiet at the very least. He moved towards the tap and sat on a high chair.
"A beer perhaps?" he said and moved a hand with a small coin - dome - as you'd call it in his land - towards innkeeper.
"Just a second, and yes, I'll take that coin. said innkeeper and threw that coin into a small mug behind the tap. Here you go, the beer.