Post by Quincy on Mar 26, 2014 20:11:13 GMT -5
“Come on old man! You gotta let me up on stage!” Balder cried out to the hesitant barkeep. The balding man behind the bar, to the rockers credit, was up in his age yet didn’t take the “compliment” slung at him very well. He grimaced at the rude young reptile—of sorts—before him, and had half the mind to deny the obnoxious musician his rather simple request, until Balder opened his mouth for a second time. “If it’s about the dough, then forget about that! I just wanna jam out, man!” The gentleman’s ears perked right up. Sure, the strange lizard before him might have been a tad bit impolite before but ‘youngin’s will be youngin’s’ as he always said, and more importantly, the reptile had just offered to play for free! That was a deal too sweet to pass up, especially with the recent influx of customers and oddly a penguin, but as he had also always said, ‘Customers will be customers!’
Balder was grinning dumbly from ear to ear as he made his way across the bar! He was pretty glad he had found this bar, an island of Rock in a sea of bland, orderly bars. He was also in high spirits, scanning the room and observing a decent sized crowd. While he had to admit that some of the people here hardly looked wild, they surely must have been pretty rocking to end up here, and they would not be disappointed by the Jurassic Rocker! The Dino-man made his way onto the simple raised stage against one of the bar’s walls and turned to face his audience. Balder was not a man to be nervous to new people and it certainly showed as he, almost in a triumphant manner, shouted out, “I’m the legendary Jurassic Rocker, Balder Albans. Are y’all ready to rock!?” The silence that followed would have left most people in his position nervous, feeling awkward or unappreciated, or worse, but not Balder! His childhood of being a noble family’s black sheep, or the one boy that didn’t want to sit around and act proper and instead caused mischief, had left him with many experiences when people were too shocked to respond to him, or simply didn’t care what the boy had to say. So he treated this silence like he would every other silent time in his life… Fill it with Rock n’ Roll! Grabbing hold of his trusty Balder Bass, the prehistoric guitarist began madly strumming on his trusty instrument. He was getting into his rock, as he always did, and let his mind wander, his hands go automatic, and his eyes close.
The larger of Balder’s hooded pursuers stood up, seeing the perfect chance to strike and finally snare his prey, and loosed a multitude of bolas aimed at the rocker’s legs and hands. Most of the simple hunting tools found their mark, effectively stopping the Dino-man from playing any further. A mistake the foolish man wouldn’t make twice if Balder had any say in it. However, the tables were currently turned, the guitarist awkwardly caught and on the ground and the cloaked Captain standing over him, a massive knife drawn and poised to stab him. “I finally caught up with you,” The enigmatic man spoke up, and his companion Micah moved close to him, clutching a knife of his own, and continued speaking, “And now you are going to have to answer for your crimes. By order of the Holy Remunun Empire, you are under arrest.” Balder merely stared up at the man dumbfounded. Why was he being placed under arrest when he had never even been to the Holy Remunun Empire?
Balder was grinning dumbly from ear to ear as he made his way across the bar! He was pretty glad he had found this bar, an island of Rock in a sea of bland, orderly bars. He was also in high spirits, scanning the room and observing a decent sized crowd. While he had to admit that some of the people here hardly looked wild, they surely must have been pretty rocking to end up here, and they would not be disappointed by the Jurassic Rocker! The Dino-man made his way onto the simple raised stage against one of the bar’s walls and turned to face his audience. Balder was not a man to be nervous to new people and it certainly showed as he, almost in a triumphant manner, shouted out, “I’m the legendary Jurassic Rocker, Balder Albans. Are y’all ready to rock!?” The silence that followed would have left most people in his position nervous, feeling awkward or unappreciated, or worse, but not Balder! His childhood of being a noble family’s black sheep, or the one boy that didn’t want to sit around and act proper and instead caused mischief, had left him with many experiences when people were too shocked to respond to him, or simply didn’t care what the boy had to say. So he treated this silence like he would every other silent time in his life… Fill it with Rock n’ Roll! Grabbing hold of his trusty Balder Bass, the prehistoric guitarist began madly strumming on his trusty instrument. He was getting into his rock, as he always did, and let his mind wander, his hands go automatic, and his eyes close.
The larger of Balder’s hooded pursuers stood up, seeing the perfect chance to strike and finally snare his prey, and loosed a multitude of bolas aimed at the rocker’s legs and hands. Most of the simple hunting tools found their mark, effectively stopping the Dino-man from playing any further. A mistake the foolish man wouldn’t make twice if Balder had any say in it. However, the tables were currently turned, the guitarist awkwardly caught and on the ground and the cloaked Captain standing over him, a massive knife drawn and poised to stab him. “I finally caught up with you,” The enigmatic man spoke up, and his companion Micah moved close to him, clutching a knife of his own, and continued speaking, “And now you are going to have to answer for your crimes. By order of the Holy Remunun Empire, you are under arrest.” Balder merely stared up at the man dumbfounded. Why was he being placed under arrest when he had never even been to the Holy Remunun Empire?