Most beautiful lady of Span
The lady was wearing a white shirt and a deep blue skirt, her eyes deep black. She look so fine I forgot to breath. With a beautiful black hair and figures to match none could match her beauty. With a backside you could see from the front, and slim jade-like skin that made even the best cosmetics look like mud. With the face only fit to smlie, anything that dares to threaten it would have to face the world's anger and only by returning that smlie could you have the greatest redemption.
Why Am I Span?
I've never considered myself to be a good person, but I know when to stop. People call me the Stomper not just because I never shown mercy to the people I've stomped, but because I know when not to. I think?
Mysterious Person at the Tavern
The stranger was a half-orc, I noticed, not well-liked by normal human. Not that I can judge, my easterners race is the enemy of the damn thing. Though he seems pretty confident, no scratch that, coming from me its probably arrogance, I mean I would be too if I was like-what 7 foot tall? But what really interest me is the fact that, finding cloth for a cloak that big should have been a pretty hefty sum.
He smile as he said "you're here, thought you'll be bigger, not that it changes anything" as he start to inspect from head to toe. "Yep, you're our guy alright. Now listen here, you're to be given our investment, remember this favor well". He then took out a brown sac with a"chic chic"sound and hand it over to me.
The air seems to freeze and the noisy tavern sounds dissipate as he noticed my hesitation, dark red killing intent starts to leak out from behind him."Take… IT!". Cold sweat rolls off my back as I instinctively reach out and grab it. He then disappear from my view. I look around notice the tavern sounds coming back and everybody seems uneffected. Cold seat start to roll again as I realized the scale of what I've been pulled in through.
Span the Stomper is raised. I, Span, have died but am alive again! Mine objective is to be Ruler of Kings and yet I have suffered defeats for the 1st time much to mine astounded. I am not in a adventure of life yet I have become it.
A pause from Span the Stomper to share philosophy from antiquity:
Today is: 17th February (GMT), in history on the 17th of February, 1945 AD the following birth happened:
Patricia Morrow: Actress (Rita-Peyton Place)