Stories Thread

[Cultured Drizzt fan]

Horrible Timing:

Yvon awoke with the largest headache of his life, his temples pounding like drums.... He rose from the bed he was seated in and looked around at the room he was in.... Definitely a tavern, the rats told him that. He could hardly put together a coherent thought, but he realized he was missing something important...
"Wait a minute...... The council....... My lord...... I am late!"
Yvon rummaged around the room frantically looking for his gear and other things, And found them soon enough stacked neatly in one corner. He gathered it all up and was just running out the door when a women entered with a bowl of soup.
She looked startled to see Yvon standing and the bowl clattered onto the floor, spilling the steaming liquid across the floorboards

"oohhhhh! Well sir, I was not expecting you to be up so early.” She smiled a bit and laughed, “Quite a few of the Physicians were not expecting you to get up at all! But I am delighted to see they were wrong.” She looked at Yvon’s equipment “but where could you be off to after your ordeal?”

“I have to go! I am late for the council! If I am not careful, I could miss EVERYTHING! I already missed the Tournement, I will not lose the chance to gain some prestige in the council!” Yvon was frantic “tell me, how much was I drinking…. How long was I out…….”

The lady shifted from foot to foot “well, you were out from the wine for a day….. You were drinking some of my husbands best stock……”

Yvon let out a cry of relief “then there is still time! Thank you Milady! I…”
The woman cut in “but then you caught a fever from some of the food you ate…. You were out for another week. The council is already over with.” Her face scrunched up waiting for the explosion.
“over….” Yvon’s face went blank, his eyes widening. “oh.”

The Woman snapped her fingers “Also, the Prince sent a message, he wishes you to know he is marching from the city to begin campaigning. I told the messenger I would tell you, but as I said you have been out cold…..”

“The prince is on campaign……” Yvon snapped from his stupor.
“Then I have to leave right now!!!!!” He rushed from the inn saddling his horse and making to the gates in what must have been record breaking time.

It was hours of riding before he slowed down, and started thinking “ahhhh, I believe I forgot to pay the tavern keeper for saving my life….. I only payed for a night in the Inn…..” He reached down to his coin purse, and hit only empty air. He looked down and grimaced to see it was missing. He sighed “just my luck…. Well, I think that should be enough to placate the inn keeper…. Wait a second. Did she say I caught the fever from food they gave me?” Another sigh, this one deeper. He almost turned around, heading back into the city to give the women a piece of his mind. Instead he headed south, hoping to catch up to his lord as soon as possible.