Barkeep
The first thing Salem Norongachi noticed was the headache, the insistent pounding of tiny gremlins hard at work mining his grey matter with very little care for its owner. Next was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and a feeling like his body weighed far more than he previously remembered. He opened bleary eyes and saw, much to his dismay, he was some 10ft off the ground, further inspection found that he had been bound in heavy chains and that he was upside down, hanging from a metal support beam in what he could only guess was some kind of warehouse.
Below him milling around scattered crates of varying sizes were a group of sentients, no doubt his captors, and they appeared to have little concern for the undue distress they were placing on Norongachi who could already feel the looming presence of a hangover in his very near future.
Right, he thought, time for a daring escape.
The Force with all its power and might should have made short work of his bonds but Salem Norongachi had failed to notice the tiny lizard attached to a nutrient rig directly below him, so what should have been a spectacle of colourful and mystic descriptive writing, ending in the shattering of the chains and the helpless demise of the people below, only left him looking silently constipated and red in the face from effort.
“Balls…” he panted.
Below him milling around scattered crates of varying sizes were a group of sentients, no doubt his captors, and they appeared to have little concern for the undue distress they were placing on Norongachi who could already feel the looming presence of a hangover in his very near future.
Right, he thought, time for a daring escape.
The Force with all its power and might should have made short work of his bonds but Salem Norongachi had failed to notice the tiny lizard attached to a nutrient rig directly below him, so what should have been a spectacle of colourful and mystic descriptive writing, ending in the shattering of the chains and the helpless demise of the people below, only left him looking silently constipated and red in the face from effort.
“Balls…” he panted.