It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in the guild pub as Hadom put down his bloody sword in the corner, and carefully removed his scarred and dented armor.
He looked around the empty room, feeling his energy slowly returning as he sipped on a pint of Moosehead. After emptying the mug of ale into his gullet, he began his preparations for another busy night of celebrations, cold frothy beer, and laughter that always followed the days battles.
Hadom looked up from behind the bar to see Harmus enter, bloodied and bruised from his time in the fallen realms. Dragging his sword behind him as he sauntered up to the closest bar stool.
"Ah, another fine day bringing order out of the chaos", commented Harmus. "My blade is so dull from all the slicing it did today. I doubt it would cut through the weakest of flesh. A pint of Moosehead is what I need to take away the aches and pains of the day."
"Coming right up brother", stated Hadom enthusiastically. With skill & efficiency, Hadom poured a tall mug of the frothy ale and slid it gently down the bar to Harmus's tired waiting hand.
Harmus sipped slowly at the cold, golden liquid and thought momentarily about the feast he was going to prepare for this evening. Just then, the door burst open as Chezhd and SandSally entered with BladeBoss & Pepin right behind, all laughing and stumbling about.
"Did you see the look on Malphas face when he realized we'd just cut him down?!?" laughed Chezhd.
"How are we going to get his head out of his helm so we can sell it?" asked SandSally as he held up their prize helm, blood dripping on the floor.
Hadom shaking his head, threw a mop to SandSally, "Clean that up before the stench sets in, and put that head outside with the rest of the bounties."
Then he set about pouring more mugs of Moosehead for the victorious warriors.
After a few hours, the pub slowly filled up, the music started, and the once quiet room became a cachophony of laughter, singing, and shouts for more beer. Hadom smiled to himself as he watched DingleDale & Legionarul arm wrestling at a corner table, while Peregrine7, Twitch & Elianna took bets on who would win.
While bringing a malt scotch to Dorr, and a bushel of vegetables & beer to the Magical Hippo, Eludain, who was lounging out on the patio, Hadom noticed TK and DeAchim having a heated discussion about who was better looking, Joleigh or Elianna.
"I'm telling ya, the wet t-shirt contest last night proved it!" yelled TK pointing in the direction of the ladies.
DeAchim, frustrated with the tone of the conversation struck back, "Well, if you think she's all that, why are you sitting here with me and not over in the corner with her?"
Sensing that a scuffle might start, Hadom put down his tray but before he could react, Thepaguy intervened and reminded the loud duo of what it was to be 'Lordly', and they all settled down and returned to their drinks, but not before inviting the ladies to join them.
Shawnidas, Dorka, Misti, and 4evrcursed were throwing darts in the corner, oblivious to the poker game going on next to them. KalisKhrom sat with his two pair, Mandooo held a pair of Jacks, and Klive had three 4's, but Gaza with his King high, bluffed his way to winning the pot. Hadom chuckled watching Gaza scoop up the winnings and set another round of Moosehead on the table.
As darkness fell, Jehosophat helped grill up Harmus's famous chicken wings & ribs on the BBQ, and everyone enjoyed the feast. Even the newer additions to the guild, Docbrown, Squiggles, Rattwo, & Lazzzy were starting to find their place as they mingled with their new guildmates.
Calista sipped on her pina colada in the hot tub with Ahrimek, IcedTUSSIN, Stowe and Juanmf, while watching Hadom make the rounds with Preximus & Weestro helping to keep the crowd happy and well hydrated. So many faces, too many to list, filled the pub with their joyous bantering, stories of glory and fond memories of those who were no more.
Thanos & Moorlord, sitting in the centre of the room, stood up and tried to call for silence in the room.
"Listen up you bunch of drunken hooligans! Don't make me turn off the beer taps!", came the thunderous yell from Moorlord that drown out the ruckus.
With that, a hush instantly fell over the crowd as all eyes were focused (or at least pointing) in the direction of their leaders.
"He doesn't mean that does he? He wouldn't take away the beer would he?" whispered a nervous Engeldoods, noting that his mug was nearly dry.
Thanos raised his mug high, "To the People of Lordly Calibur, you are a fine lot who come from far and wide...
No insult to the Hippo intended."
Thanos paused and looked around the room acknowledging the warriors, old & new. "I am proud to stand beside you and call you my friends. May your swords always be sharp, but your wits and tongues be sharper."
With that, a cheer went out, mugs clanked, the drinks were finished and Hadom started pouring the next round.
It was a good night indeed to be with PoLC.
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