The title, which is a working title, could be said to be inspired by an old computer game but, in fact, the game inspired me to write about this person altogether.
I no longer remember the name of the game, or characters in it, or .. anything but that a large and dangerous man moved ... the directions varied, including, at frightening times "toward you". It was the sort of game where you typed in your action, sometimes based on it's query, and it gave you an update on how your situation changed as a result.
The story of Zelda is the one that most reminds me of this all text game. It could be that it's by the same person(s). I don't know.
The story herein, and for as many posts as it takes, is another snippet from a much larger, downiright voluminous tale that I work on from time to time. As it is a work in progress, please expect errors. Feel free to point them out, too, if you like: save me editing later!
At no time of the day, any day of the week, was the Gargoyle Inn less than half full. Generally it was more full than there was really room for and the crowding was only alleviated by the various patrons being tossed out on the street, their offense being either that their wallets had become too empty or their stomachs had become too full.
That is, not so much their stomachs being too full, but their stomachs deciding they would like to be empty again and with a quickness. Even at midmorning, when the travelers found themselves in the yard, there were obvious sounds and signs of miserable people attempting to make themselves happy by making their wallets empty while seeing how many times they could refill their stomachs and, apparently, how often they could get away with emptying the above said stomachs in the yard of the inn.
There were also distinctive sounds of giggles coming from inside. The kind of giggling, Angela suspected, that came from the kind of people who enjoyed staring out windows of inns and watching the unfortunate masses reeling about in the yard as they tried to dodge their own leftovers.
Then the screaming started.
Pulling open the door to the tavern, they soon found out from whence came the screams. Someone inside was in pain. Not a little bit of pain, no. These were shrieks of utter torment; the kind of shrieks that would make Dante feel right at home.
The tavern was moodily lit, almost as much as were the patrons; the only light coming from a large fire burning in a pit, located to their left, along the back wall. The shrieks seemed to be coming from the same general direction in which the pit lay.
“What has happened? How can we help?” yelled Baruch.
“Nothing much. Do you play any instruments?” answered a large and dangerous looking man, who stood blocking the doorway.
“N-no… “ answered Baruch in a voice filled with startled awe.The awe mainly for the size and fearful looks of the man. The startle coming mainly from the fact that up until the man began to address the query, it had been Baruch and Angela who had been filling the doorway. Now, once again, they found themselves standing outside, without a clue as to how they managed to get there.
“Then what are you doing here?”
“We’re looking for our band.”
The large and dangerous man looked back over his shoulder, towards the fire pit. “You’re a little late. They seem to be all gone.”
“Oh, then you’ve seen them? Could you tell us which way they’ve gone?”
“Well .. not rightly . They complained about the heat and then, next thing I knew, they were .. gone. Are you sure you don’t play?”
“Yes.”, squeaked Angela. Clearing her throat, she gave it another try : “Yes. Quite sure.Thank you for your time. Lovely meeting you. So sorry. We must be going now.”
With that, she grasped Baruch’s hand and began running. Digging in his heels,trying to pull away from her grasp, Baruch demanded : “Let go. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. We just need to go.” Tug
“But we need to find out what he knows about … “ pull
“I don’t want to know what he knows about ..” tug
“What is your problem?” pull
“Baruch, “ she pleaded “we have got to go.. now!” tug
“Knock it off.” Pull
“Shut up, the both of you.” Grab
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