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TW: Alcoholism.
There were few days that Torstein cared enough to wander far out of his usual haunts. Life had become a near-meaningless, dull wave: Raum was dead (a positive that the draft counted his blessings for), he had stepped down from Warden, and his family was long, long gone - haunting him like shadows of past. So he spent his days drinking... As he laid out in a corner of a local town pub, the bartender was there to feed the addiction. After all, this good soul was only swayed by the signos coin that was passed with each drink.
There was an ache that had formed behind his eyes this morning — a never-ending, pulsing throb that distracted him from all logical thought. It started at the top of his sinuses as a prickle of a sensation, and then blossomed into a painful flower that dug its thorns into the muscles of his brow and frontal lobe. So in sensible decision, he attempted to kill it the only way he knew how to (sans physical violence): by attempting to drown it.
It was at the last swig of his cup that he heard it: a bellow so loud, dripping with the putrid ichor of old gods. Tor suddenly goes silent and still, as if a great realization has struck him. Large head swung back towards the door as he attempted to focus his blurry eyesight while his head swam in the alcohol.. He was thrown back to the first months he had arrived in Novus, of the Teryr that attacked the canyon. The same Teryr that carried off their then-Sovereign.
But there was no uneasy lump in his throat, no cold feet. Just a spreading warmth that sobered him up in a frighteningly quick amount of time as he shakily clamored to his feet. The whole world swayed when he stood up and his head spun.
"Too much..." he groaned, throat dry, as his teke (nearly as drunk as he was) grasped blindly for the Broadseax that had been haphazardly tossed to the table beside him. With a firm grasp on his weapon, the titan shoved past those who fled out of the pub for a safer bunker.
Honestly? He didn't remember how he made it out the courtyard. But here he was, now almost completely sober (still a little dizzy) as he stared down the street at a massive, old Teryr. There were quite a few who had already showed up before him - he recognized @Teiran instantly and the Solterran Regent @Jahin he had seen in passing but never actually met.. But the titan of a soldier actually ended up right beside @Locke, and he gave the young stallion a weary glance. Locke looked like he had seen god and wasn't about to live to tell the tale.
"Uh..." he paused, "... You okay, kid?"
Tor blinked a couple times for good measure as he tried to clear his mind. Was that a rock he just picked up? he idly thought to himself, then shook it off as a delusion. He was certainly just delusional, right? It barely passed for a rock when he glanced at it - might as well have been a pebble! No one would be that stup—
DINK, right at the Teryr. "Oh." What? ... WAIT, WHAT?
Then his eyes went wide; he realized the young stallion didn't have any weapons on him, but was still advancing on the creature anyway. "Kid, what the fuck are you doing?!" he growled.
Just like last time, this was going to be a shitshow. Déjà vu, anyone?
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There were few days that Torstein cared enough to wander far out of his usual haunts. Life had become a near-meaningless, dull wave: Raum was dead (a positive that the draft counted his blessings for), he had stepped down from Warden, and his family was long, long gone - haunting him like shadows of past. So he spent his days drinking... As he laid out in a corner of a local town pub, the bartender was there to feed the addiction. After all, this good soul was only swayed by the signos coin that was passed with each drink.
There was an ache that had formed behind his eyes this morning — a never-ending, pulsing throb that distracted him from all logical thought. It started at the top of his sinuses as a prickle of a sensation, and then blossomed into a painful flower that dug its thorns into the muscles of his brow and frontal lobe. So in sensible decision, he attempted to kill it the only way he knew how to (sans physical violence): by attempting to drown it.
It was at the last swig of his cup that he heard it: a bellow so loud, dripping with the putrid ichor of old gods. Tor suddenly goes silent and still, as if a great realization has struck him. Large head swung back towards the door as he attempted to focus his blurry eyesight while his head swam in the alcohol.. He was thrown back to the first months he had arrived in Novus, of the Teryr that attacked the canyon. The same Teryr that carried off their then-Sovereign.
But there was no uneasy lump in his throat, no cold feet. Just a spreading warmth that sobered him up in a frighteningly quick amount of time as he shakily clamored to his feet. The whole world swayed when he stood up and his head spun.
"Too much..." he groaned, throat dry, as his teke (nearly as drunk as he was) grasped blindly for the Broadseax that had been haphazardly tossed to the table beside him. With a firm grasp on his weapon, the titan shoved past those who fled out of the pub for a safer bunker.
Honestly? He didn't remember how he made it out the courtyard. But here he was, now almost completely sober (still a little dizzy) as he stared down the street at a massive, old Teryr. There were quite a few who had already showed up before him - he recognized @Teiran instantly and the Solterran Regent @Jahin he had seen in passing but never actually met.. But the titan of a soldier actually ended up right beside @
"Uh..." he paused, "... You okay, kid?"
Tor blinked a couple times for good measure as he tried to clear his mind. Was that a rock he just picked up? he idly thought to himself, then shook it off as a delusion. He was certainly just delusional, right? It barely passed for a rock when he glanced at it - might as well have been a pebble! No one would be that stup—
DINK, right at the Teryr. "Oh." What? ... WAIT, WHAT?
Then his eyes went wide; he realized the young stallion didn't have any weapons on him, but was still advancing on the creature anyway. "Kid, what the fuck are you doing?!" he growled.
Just like last time, this was going to be a shitshow. Déjà vu, anyone?
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