Not again... I hate wizards.

[Nikodemos]

"I'm sorry sir, but you cannot smoke in here."

Resting her hands on her hips in an authorative fashion, a young dwarven nurse stood before Karl, her demeanor stern. He offered no response, merely a wicked grin as he proceeded to flick the stub of his oversized cigar into the soup bowl of the invalid in the cot to his right. His grin widened as she turned and strode away in a flurry of curses, leaving his bandages incomplete. Taking this to be his cue, he remained seated for a just a moment, observing her stride with adulterous intent before stuffing his belongings into his breastplate and gathering up his axe. Tossing a few coppers on his cot, he made his way to the door, offering the staff a vulgar gesture before stepping out into the streets of Dalaran.

Karl made his way through the streets of Dalaran clad in his hospital gown, great axe hefted over his shoulder. As ridiculous a sight as one could imagine, contrasted against his brutal features and demeanor, his journey through the Trade District drew much attention from the locals. He spit upon the ground as stale vendors and finely dressed citizens stared in amusement. The distinct majesty of the city was lost upon his less than refined sensitivities, this fact made readily apparent as he cursed its existence at rather frequent intervals. He made a quick detour in order to chase a rabble of particularly foul-mouthed children into an alley, their rude remarks quickly turning to fearful screams as they scattered. Shortly afterwards he made his way into the tavern, his vile grin once again plastered upon his face.

“Can I offer you some wine? Or perhaps…”

“No. Beer. On my tab.”

He waved off the hideous old barmaid and glanced around the common room. As the tavern was empty, with her being the exception, he tore off his gown and began the painful process of outfitting himself in his armor, periodically rubbing his many exposed burn scars, few of which had yet to completely heal. Watching from aside the keg in the corner, the hag grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

“What happened to you?” See asked as she topped off a less than clean mug. She let out an equally hideous cackle. “Fire Festival mishap?”

“How’s that beer coming?” He grimaced as he pulled tight the latches of his breastplate. He then took a seat at the bar, leaving the stained gown upon the floor. The barmaid slid the beer across the counter and Karl proceeded to make short work of it before slamming the mug on the counter, a primitive request for more. “It’s a long story. Makes my blood boil talk’n bout it.”

“I have time.”

“Not much, I’d wager.” He laughed heartily at his own jest and lit a cigar. “Fine, but I warned ya. It all started at this here shindig in Deadwind Pass…”

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I'll be continuing this tale as I have time. Hope you all find it to your liking. Everything with the exception of the tavern scene is based on actual RP events, so some of you may recall the happenings. Sorry if I forget the names of some of the characters involved. Feel free to offer feedback.

[Nikodemos]

Alright. I added screenshots to the post. Not sure its entirely neccessary but I think Karl looks funny in a dress.

[Vladdy]

I -just- now read this. After hearing of Karl before, this begs the question; "Whatever happened to Karl?" Good read, Niko.

[Nikodemos]

Karl's dead. Should really wrap up this tale in his memory. Might start working on that after I finish a few other projects on my plate. Its a fun story.