Mardusk walked into the dimly lit bar and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a really long day, and all he wanted right then was peace and quiet… the kind you can only find in a dive bar with loud music. As he approached the bar, he nodded once to the man behind the bar and took a seat on the special bar stool designed for him and him alone as the refrains of “F&^% Authority” by Pennywise blared form the jukebox. Wordlessly, Big Mike poured a pitcher of rich, golden brown beer into a pitcher and slid it down the bar. With an ease born of years of familiarity, Mardusk stopped the slide with a big green hand and then took a a long pull from it before setting the now three quarters full pitcher down and exhaling slowly.

Mardusk