The Artist Formerly Known As

*shaking dust from sore muscles and brittle bones, and gaunt figure opens its eyes for the first time in the tavern for a VERY long time. Rising to a sitting position, feeling each member of his spinal cord crying out in response, the body hits a sitting position*
*shaking its head and grumbling for doing so the figure looks around. he's still on a rafter, high above tavern goers heads. with a bit of a sigh, or perhaps a tear for his old and decrepit age, the once wonderous Boywonder half falls and half attempts a roll to the tavern floor below*
"ACK!"
*with a crunch the bones of his legs break and he lays upon the wooden floor momentarily stunned*
"I need my centrum silver..." coughs a dry and unused voice set.
*body healed by immortal means, the gaunt and near lifeless figure rises and looks around*
"Barkeep, a shot of blood! And put it on brop's tab!"
*shaking its head and grumbling for doing so the figure looks around. he's still on a rafter, high above tavern goers heads. with a bit of a sigh, or perhaps a tear for his old and decrepit age, the once wonderous Boywonder half falls and half attempts a roll to the tavern floor below*
"ACK!"
*with a crunch the bones of his legs break and he lays upon the wooden floor momentarily stunned*
"I need my centrum silver..." coughs a dry and unused voice set.
*body healed by immortal means, the gaunt and near lifeless figure rises and looks around*
"Barkeep, a shot of blood! And put it on brop's tab!"