Strange Happenings at the Forgotten Inn [D&G]

This is my second D&G project, so if two is not allowed then forgive me . Wrote this in a few hours from my imagination and from anticipating TES V : Skyrim next Friday. It is in epic style form and tells a story. Punctuation is not imperative for this, in my opinion. . Let me know what you think!

The snow fell hard that winter
The green fields extracted of all life
Sickness and betrayal thrived, however
Nothing good seemed to ever occur

The small cottage inn that dotted the valley,
Spouting smoke to heat the family,
Welcomed three men into shelter
As the blizzard prepared to envelope them

The three men were warriors,
Bulky and fierce,
Brandishing forgotten weapons
And beards of ancient lore

“Thank you, I am Sten, bravest of the three
I come from the snowy mountains
The storm outside is not the worst I've seen
But thank you once again”

“Thank you, I am John, strongest of the three
I come from the weary woods of the west
Don't mind him, this storm is the worst I've seen
And I thank you once again”

“Thank you, I am Abel, I am the wisest of the three
I come from the ancient lands to the east
The storm outside is surely brutal
I thank you once again”

The innkeeper then offered hospitality
A cozy bed to await the storm's breaking,
A drink to quench their thirst,
And food to fill their empty stomachs

“How can we repay you?” Asked Abel.
“We carry no money on this journey,
Just our modest weapons to defend
And our spirits to guide”

The innkeeper waved his hands
“No, money is not needed
Tell me of your journey
Where are you going?”

“Ah, I suppose we can discuss
We are heading south
To the battle of souls,
To answer the war cry”
The innkeeper was frightened
The thought of a battle scared him
“Why would you go there?
Are you not afraid?”

“No, we are journeymen
On a pilgrimage south
We are to save humanity,
To save you all”

The innkeeper then asked no more
He led them to their rooms,
Each nestled by an open hearth,
And offered them peace with the night

The innkeeper, however, did not have peace
He tossed and turned
Like a ship on the roughest ocean
Afraid of the morning light

The dim morning light conveniently brought ill news
The blizzard outside had not stopped
Rather it picked up
And crashed and shouted

Sten, the bravest of the three,
Sat attentively on his bed
As the innkeeper nervously
Entered and offered breakfast

“Can I offer you breakfast,
Sten, bravest of the three?
Or do you not eat breakfast?
This is a pilgrimage to save our souls”

“Yes, you can offer breakfast
An early start is key to a journey
Breakfast fuels for the rest of the day
I thank you, my friend”

John, strongest of the three,
Peered anxiously out the window
As the innkeeper stumbled
Into his room

“Can I offer you breakfast,
John, strongest of the three?
Or do you not eat breakfast?
You should eat something”

“No, I cannot accept anything
Breakfast is not what is on my mind
The storm is brewing outside
But, I thank you my friend”

The innkeeper was confused
And went to the final room
Abel, wisest of the three,
Meditated silently upon the wooden floor

“Can I offer you breakfast,
Abel, wisest of the three?
Or do you not eat breakfast?
It is quite tasty”

“No, I have no appetite
The storm outside frightens me
It brings ill feeling,
But I thank you my friend”

The innkeeper decided to clean up
Around the tables and bar
In case any new visitors
Stumbled upon the inn

Around midday, a sound came from outside
A knock, knock, knock on the door
Who ever could have survived out in that weather?
Who could be there?

The innkeeper looked through the peephole
And saw a hooded fellow staring back
As he watched him, the hunched fellow
Tapped the door again with a walking stick

The innkeeper was about to open the door
When Abel ran in and stopped him
“No, do not open the door
I was foretold of this meeting”

“But it is just an old man,
He is being battered by the storm
We must let him in,
It is our duty!”

“No, innkeeper, do tell me
How an old man would
Survive in this weather
Without some type of dark magic?”

“I- I- I don't know
But look at him,
He is bundled in his hood
And needs shelter!”

Abel took the chance to look out and
As he peered through the peephole,
Nothing but the wicked winds of winter
Was to be seen

“Quick, muster my journeymen
It is of dire importance
Go, innkeeper, get them!
Go! Now!”

The innkeeper, full of fear, scrambled
Into the confines of the inn
To inform the pilgrims
Of the strange happenings outside t

The innkeeper brought them to the front
“My brothers, a dark figure awaits outside
It has been following us for a long time
At least for weeks”

The innkeeper was distraught over this
“You knew about this figure all along?
How did it find you?
What is it?”

Abel, wisest of the three, told the story
They were lost in a intricate network of
Ancient caves just to the north
And it was there that they met this evil

They fought their way out
And made their way south
Onward to the Forgotten Inn
Where they stood currently

“How do we rid of this evil?
What can we do?
Can we do anything?
Will we die?”Asked the innkeeper

“I don't know,” said the Wisest
“I don't know what can be done
My friend, have faith and be strong
We shall battle this foe”

As they planned their moves,
Another noise came about
A knock, knock, knock
From the back door

“Innkeeper, bar the front door!
John and Sten, bar the back door!
Blow out the candles,
We must defend this place”

So they did as he asked
And sat in complete silence
Awaiting the next sign of trouble
Awaiting the next move

After two hours in silence,
Another knock, knock, knock
Came from another door,
The basement door

The four of them in bitter awe
Surrounded the barred door
And readied their axes, swords and shields
For the opening of the door

The innkeeper, unarmed and frail,
Unbarred and swung open the door
Sten, bravest of the three, plunged into the darkness
Hollering his fiercest battle cry

Next John, strongest of the three,
charged down and trembled the entire
Inn with each plodding step,
Exhibiting his divine strength

Down below they tussled with the darkness
The light they shone was extinguished
The bravest and the strongest perished
While the wisest locked the door behind

It was in that year, many ago,
When the Inn across the way
Was Abandon and Forgotten
For Strange Happenings occurred there


Copyright of Double Z

Put in as many as you like.

You have a knack for writing... very good.

Sorry to be ignorant, but what is D & G ?

Originally posted by tinker9917
what is D & G ?

The Doom and Gloom Halloween Writing Contest

Thank you!

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Wow, JoeDashom, that was great! I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happened next.

Way cool!