"Barkeep! Your finest house ale!" The stranger was clearly from out of town, perhaps out of time.
The slinger of mead slid a curious stein before the stranger, its froth flaming about, promising unseen worlds and untold secrets. The smell of winter mint and garden herbs emitted from the slosh. Was this elixir a thirst quencher, a soupy broth, or some sort of potion?
Haunting whispers goaded him on. "Drink. Drink! Drink!!!" Captivated and curious, the traveler raised the stein to his lips. With a mix of dread and excitement, he imbibed.
His vision sharpened. Power rushed to his very essence, revealing visions of ancient times and distant futures. Knowledge unfurled.
As he transformed, realization formed. In his pursuit of power, he had become entwined with the curse of the stein. His soul intermingled with those who drank before him. He was one with the cold, hard metal.
"Who's next?"
Comments
Be the first to comment.