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Feb. 28th, 2007 12:06 amOh bloody hell, they're going to be sending Eragon fics down Improbabilities way. Gah.
Feb. 28th, 2007
Jono's Birthday present. (Open)
Feb. 28th, 2007 12:25 pmIt was pay day. A very important event at the Inn. It was also Alec's birthday, but he wasn't making to big of a deal about it. He didn't quite expect any presents (even if he had given some out) and he was planning to go home for the Spring Festival and then later that night go to the Tavern Under the Hill where Laruna was going to be having a party for the two of them. Well, it was really for her, but since it was his birthday too (sort of, being born on a leap day tended to make things difficult) it was for him as well. She would probably end up singing the candle song.
Looking over the time-sheets, Alec opened the door to his office. He shut the door and his nose wrinkled at an unfamiliar smell.
No, that wasn't right. It was a familiar smell, just not one he associated with his office.
It was something he associated with a battle field.
The smell of death and decay.
Looking up, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.
Verra was standing there. But not the Verra he knew and loved, it was Verra looking like she had spent the past six months decaying underground. "Happy birthday Alec!" the corpse rasped.
Mouth still opened, Alec back-peddled through the door like a ghost, before gibbering, "Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods..." in the front lobby, staring gobstruck at the door.
Looking over the time-sheets, Alec opened the door to his office. He shut the door and his nose wrinkled at an unfamiliar smell.
No, that wasn't right. It was a familiar smell, just not one he associated with his office.
It was something he associated with a battle field.
The smell of death and decay.
Looking up, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.
Verra was standing there. But not the Verra he knew and loved, it was Verra looking like she had spent the past six months decaying underground. "Happy birthday Alec!" the corpse rasped.
Mouth still opened, Alec back-peddled through the door like a ghost, before gibbering, "Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods..." in the front lobby, staring gobstruck at the door.
