Phate the Assassin MMORPG Text & RPG Text
"Peter… Peter open the infernal door.. Blast it all… PETER", a sleepy eyed middle aged man suddenly pulled open the door. " wha… hey what are.... Come in come in old friend, what can I do for you?" Upon closer inspection the man called Peter is dressed in unadorned plain brown robes, barley a step above burlap. He had rosy chubby cheeks clearly acustom to a generous mixture of both drinking and laughing. His face had some stubby but remained at most times smooth shaven. With a generous amount of cheer, and his smooth face this middle aged overweight man could easily seem boyish to most. "Would you like a drink?". "No time for that, you remember the boy I was telling you about? Phate?" Peter nodded at that but now looked thoughtfully befuddled. " well listen close Peter, his mother asked me to check where he stood as far as his balance in life and his possible shortcommings, as well you know, however his mother passed away narely a week past. He has headed to the town." Peter nodded before commenting "I see, may the gods watch over he..". "I DIDN'T COME HERE TO MOURN HER", Peter jumping at his friends sudden burst quieted down to keep listening wondering where his normally well balanced friend was going with this.... Days later Peter was in the Town's Tavern when Phate came in from attempting to trap a big and being injured, seeing the lads poor state, Peter started helping to tend to the unconscious wounds. Hours later… "Ah the brave young hero finally wakens after a mortally dangerous quest rescuing beautiful maidens from dragons. Good morning Phate, although for the rest of us it's closer to supper, would you like breakfast… or a drink?". Phate, still grogily trying to keep up witg the clearly intoxicated mans speech finally tried to reply " ugghhahel". Peter shuffled over and raised the wine skin to Phate's lips " sorry, the herbs I used tend to cause dry mouth in the patient, please try again this time". " wh..-*cough*-.. Who are you and how is it you know my name… and why can't I move my arms… ". "Oh, well one arm I figure is just asleep, the other I bound to keep you from hurting yourself, you already were under fever when they brought you in, as the infection from boar tusks tends to set in quickly. I knew your mother and father some, more acquaintances then anything, but your mother's final letters indicate you still lacking balance. I was sent to assist, but I care not for babysitting. If you need me I'll be at your side or giving council. But if not I'll be spending my time here spreading cheer and the words of the heavens with any poor sole that needs it. After all a priest must tend to the sheep, and where better to find lost sheep then a tavern."... At first Phate didn't trust the priest, but in time he came to enjoy someone he needn't worry about sticking a shiv between his ribs. The light hearted nature of the priest helped keep the conversations just as light, and made words more easily flow from both their lips.