Decided to write a random idea I had, because I’m out of other ideas for posts as usual.
I don’t write stories as much as I do analytical posts, so it might not be that great, I guess.
I sighed as I looked around the room of the hidden tavern within Mount Seawatch. After fighting the Magic Council for at least the past three hours, I definitely needed a place to rest… In the corner, near the door, stood a bandit and a smuggler discussing some deal or other. The table beside me contained three dark wizards, almost certainly drunk. At the counter was the tavern keeper talking to yet another dark wizard. The atmosphere certainly didn’t really suit a bunch of wanted outlaws, at least in my opinion…
I never really came to this place to drink. I wasn’t really a fan of it, and the last thing I needed was alcohol when dealing with the onslaught of soldiers that were sometimes sent my way. But I frequently stopped by this place just to sit down for twenty or so minutes before continuing my journey across Magius, so much so that some of the other customers had recognized me by now.
I could overhear the tavern keeper and dark wizard’s conversation from where I sat, and they didn’t really bother to keep their voices down. From what I saw, they were reading the latest issue of the Magius News, with what lackluster information it sometimes contained. I’ve seen issues both oversized and merely a single page. I supposed the editors just didn’t have anything to write for the uneventful days, other than a possible ad for the East Peninsula Bank or something.
“Did you hear about that villain getting arrested in Castilian Shore?” I could hear one of them say. Who is was, though, I wasn’t paying attention to.
“Yeah, that guy was quite the madman. But I heard he did help out with fighting off the council there, last time I checked.”
“There’s certainly going to be a few problems there now that he’s arrested… Heard a hero has set up a base there, and at least two Magic Council outposts have been established, if that wasn’t bad enough.”
“Ugh, what a pain. Look like we’ll have to steer clear of there for now, until the Dark Arts Society or some rogue dark wizard kills them.”
I could have sworn I met the villain they mentioned before, Elias the Destroyer or something like that. True to their words, that guy was definitely a little insane… He had instructed me to go destroy a Council camp that day, from what I recalled. I looked around the room again. The bandit and the smuggler seemed to have finished the deal, as I watched the bandit exit the tavern and the smuggler sit down at the last open table.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the council had found the battered bodies of the soldiers I had killed that morning yet. The captains with them had retreated, presumably to get reinforcements, but at that point I had already been running. My mind drifted back to the two taking to the news again; they seemed to be talking about a threat at the tower this time.
I had recalled witnessing a group of fairly powerful wizards attacking the tower late last night. In fact, I had helped them fight off a couple of soldiers near the entrance. Sounds like they’d been arrested, just like everyone who attacked that place… I had attempted several times, and the captains always overwhelmed me.
I heard the door to the tavern open again. “The Council’s not far outside.”
I got up out of my seat upon hearing this. They must’ve caught up to me by now. Some of the other people here were hiding, though with such a sparsely decorate room, it wasn’t all too difficult to spot them. I headed out of the room, clutching my two Vistarian daggers I carried and charging back up my magic energy. Wherever the Council awaited outside, or how many soldiers and captains they had sent after me, I didn’t know, but I would take them down regardless, or die trying.
