Gar A

*[The following happens simultaneously with Session 34, and is an account of Gar's actions after he separates from the group. It was written by Gar's player, Seag, in her absence from that session.]*

 Finally reaching Grahaven, the disconsolate party do the things that new arrivals do...perhaps find places to get clean, and fed- something involving real taste and butter. Eventually, Goldie, Dandy, and Tiv decide to head to the library, and see if a note has been left by Arik, from the Past,  as promised.

At this point, Gar, sullen, and almost impossible to talk to, gets up and yells. “NO! If we go, there Wont be anything there..and I bloody well Don't want to know that right now. As long as I don't know..he wont be dead..and it wont be our stupid ideas about prophesy that killed him!”

Angry at himself, the prophesy rubbish, the delusional high spirits they all had before the underwater temple, his cursed sword that didn't help at all, and even Arik as well, he dumps Fluffy, wrapped tightly, on the table, and storms off.

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"Shoving through the crowds, he starts getting angry at himself for that stupid outburst. Of course it wont make any difference in reality, if he knows or not.…. Totally aware hes just chucked a temper tantrum, embarrassment and the pride of youth, stop him turning back to make amends. The whole adventure thing bites gods balls…..All the gods balls at once! Should have just stayed at home, married Marga as he was supposed to, and just been kinda miserable, but at least no one would have been dead.

Grumbling and getting more angry at everything, he decides that since he’s a bloody idiot Adventurer now..then hes supposed to get drunk and celebrate getting back with fucking stupid treasures...wet books full of crazy words......fuck it..

“Lets get drunk.”

Knowing its a terrible idea, of the few times hes really drunk, each time ends in headaches at best, and vomit and dragonforms at worst, he still seeks out a dive bar...emo enough to want to sit in a corner looking nasty and scary, and angry at himself enough to know thats not going to go well at some bars. Perhaps that's why he left Fluffy behind. Some part of him has been spoiling for a fight since the temple...but having fluffy around would be cheating

Securing something large, and nasty, he settles himself down, and proceeds to start drinking with a will. Its not long before things start getting a bit wispy around the edges when he turns his head to glare at anyone getting too close, and can push the anger away from himself, towards anyone else. Unfortunately, he hasnt realized that the last few months have left their mark, and no ones willing to slight the surly large bastard in the corner.

[10:27 PM]

About to get up and find another dive, with a less polite clientele, gar gets surprised when a person slides into the booth, and drops a drink in front of him.

“You look like you want to rip the face off someone...so...perhaps something to settle that and maybe you wont end up kicked to death in an alley somewhere.”

Looking at the stranger, Gar makes out a slightly hazy lanky elven form, then pees at the drink. “Water. Fuck off!”

“Now mate..dont be like that...could have just left you to get drunker till you couldnt walk...s’wots the rest of em are doing

Glaring, unsurprisingly, Gar retorts.”Whats it to you?”

“No profit in it mate...but..If you take my advice..you wont get killed..and then you owe me. And having a fuckin’ brusier at yer back, when you ave enemies...well..thats useful that is."

Gar thinks about this for a moment, then dismissed it. “Yourfullacrap” And goes to stand, its a little harder than expected.

“Yer in no state to walk properly right now. Lokk. drink that, n two more..Pretend your maggot..walk out that door then..and see what follows. Proof then, I reckon.”

Realizing that, while the annoying bastard might be full of crap...his basic advice might...just might..have some truth. Sitting back, slumping, he drinks without a word. Just glaring. His new ‘friend’ chatting idly about city gossip, as if Gar was listening and talking back,  until Gar finally felt like his legs had the right of it again.

“Fuck this..you just cant shut up.” Getting up, he makes his way to the door, and out, leaving the chattering fool behind.

Turns out, the chattering fool knows what hes talking about. And about 5 minutes later, gar gets jumped by a small group of ex patrons.

[although there is more to Gar’s story, this brings Gar’s timeline to about the same stage as the other PC’s, so I’ll leave it here now to provent potential ret-conning. ]