Thy Kingdom Come, Colt Kuhlman [easy to read books for adults list TXT] 📗
- Author: Colt Kuhlman
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30,MARCH
****6 DAYS LATER****
The sound of thunder echoes through the night sky as streaks of lightning dance around leaving a cascade of purple and blue light through the heavy rain now sweeping across the country side.old worn boots splash through the mud as a cloaked figure walks up to a weathered well traveled building, he looks up at the sign which reads, "rothgars tavern."the sound of men and women alike ranting, raving, and laughter fill the musty room as the cloaked figure opens the door and steps inside.men, elbows deep in ale swing there steins around singing merry tunes as the cloaked man walks past them to the bar, grabs a stool and sits. the bar-tender, a slender elvish women glances over at him, grabbing a stein filling it till the froth from the ale spills from the lip and slides it down the bar top."harsh weather out there tonight, first ones on the house."she states nodding her head in his direction.removing the hood, reveals a man with short charcoal hair.a pale complexion, lake that of a sheep's wool.his eyes a lush violet significantly standing out from the rest of him.looking back at her, he nods in respect taking a sip of his ale. scanning the bar watching all the patrons as they partake in there drinks and stories, a few hassling the maidens for attention as they pass out round after round of drink. he looks over at one of the patrons who was being the most vulgar to the maidens then turns to the bartender and asks,"so whose that one there, the one with the sticky fingers?"she looks up from the stein she was cleaning, meeting his eyes then looking over to the table with man being the most vulgar. looking back down at the stein she mutters with a sigh"that would be vargrum, he is the owner of the ore refinery on the other side of the village, he comes in here every night to harass the maidens." with slight agitation in his voice he asks."so why do you let him get away with that?why not just throw him out to the streets?"putting the stein on the shelf before grabbing another to clean she moves a little closer the the cloaked man and responds,"almost every person in this village works at that refinery, it is the only source of income for though who do not have a fine skill set like blacksmiths or Armour repair for haydens men, if anyone was to stand up to him like me per say he could take this bar from me without any repercussions on him what so ever because he has the power to do so."the cloaked man scoffs at the statement while he twirls his drink in his hand think to himself.
after a few minutes or so of continued laughter and banter vargrum stops as he catches the cloaked stranger out of the corner of his eye rising from his stool. approaching the pale man sitting at the bar and shoves at his shoulder,"hey, your kind aren't welcome here ya understand!"with that statement the whole tavern falls silent, dozens of eye's all focused on the two men at the front.swirling his drink in his hand he looks up at the uneasy bartender nodding his head in a motion to tell her to step aside and starts to take a sip of his ale. with a agitated grunt the drunk patron shoves his shoulder again spatting,"didn't ya hear me, i said yer kind aint welcome here!" and what "kind" would you be referring too?"he askes slowly reaching into his cloak un-clipping a button concealing a small gold dagger."you know exactly what kind and would be the filthy fucking likes you, ya druid beast!"attempting to grabbing him by the collar the druid grabs him by the sleeve pulling forward, wrapping one arm around the drunks neck holding the dagger while the throws him face down into the bar top. dagger pressed against his throat he starts to panic, struggling to get free."get your filthy fucking hands off me you monster!"leaning close into vargrum and whispers into his ear,"this filthy druid you speak of has a name...AND THAT NAME IS ALABASTER!"alabaster shouts announcing himself to the entire tavern." i have been sent here by hayden himself for your lack of paying your debts to keep that refinery of yours. he says your debt must be paid for with your head!"as that name echoes over the tavern, one elves ears twitch and pick up catching her attention.artimus's eyes dart to the front of the tavern where now alabaster has vargrum the drunken fool penned down and begging for his life. her glances down at paper with names and agendas she had been studying for the last few days. skimming over it till she finally comes across his name. "alabaster...druid...cleric...bounty hunter..that must be him." she mutters to herself as she fold the paper and puts it back into her satchel.focusing her attention back to the scene in the front, awaiting to see the out come of the hunter and his drunken pray.
Absolute fear falls over vargrums face as the color leaves his skin and his trousers become wet."whats the matter vargrum not so high and mighty when you cant control your subjects?are you that afraid? what about all your little mates why wont they help you?" alabaster takes his other hand and points it at the table vargrum was sitting at, all the patrons sitting there jerk and gasp in fear. not a single one willing to move in his defense."see, not a single one even raise there voice in protest, scared they are and no friends of yours. men like you are disgusting. throwing there weight around make people beg at your feet all because they have no other choice. if it was up to me...."alabaster presses the dagger against his throat, a fine line of crimson blood slips down the blade.vargrum gasps, whimpering in fear, tears rolling down his rose colored cheeks."..i would slit your throat right here right now but...."Alabaster slams vargrums head down into the bar knocking him out cold."but i your worth more alive to me..now i think ill finish my drink, do any more of you have a issue with me being a druid huh?"throwing his hands into the
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