(PP-F1) And so it begins ( Khrysaor&Nikodemus_Blackwood)

[Renegade96 0]

Zachariah gazed around, looking for any form of alcohol. The six foot five Irishman toyed with the golden chain he wore about the neck as he looked. He had an unreadable look on his face. In a way  he was happy for this death game. Before all he had going for him was. . . really nothing but now he had a chance to do something. He had nothing back home, He had dropped out of school after he had been released from jail at seventeen. He was dying for a beer or something at this point. He reached for a ciagerett but remebered where he was

[Nikodemus_Blackwood 1]

Standing once more in the Town of Beginnings, Nikodemus grumbled as he waited for the evaluations to clear for some of his newly made items. Work had slowed a bit for him in his shop of floor 7, so he had spent the time making surplus items and making one large run at evaluations once he had a good stock. But with the recent Raid meeting for the Floor 17 boss, Nikodemus knew every Blacksmith, Tailor, Alchemist, and Cook would be here trying to get stacks of items approved and ready for the frontliners. Sighing once more, he looked around. He had been sat under a tavern awning for some time. Not a big drinker in real life, Nikodemus found that to be the same in SAO. He enjoyed an occasional Heffeweisen here and there, or a thick dark lager. But those were few and far between. In this game, he only drank occasionally, and when he did, it was usually the stale wine of cheap taverns like the one he was sat at. His ornate black and rusted armor encased him as always, but his strange helmet sat beside him on the table, near the clay jug of wine. He saved the real alcohol for battle, as what he drank was but a miniscule drink item, no better than plain water. Real alcohol in this game could only be bought from cooks, and were used for fights because of their buffs.

[Renegade96 0]

Zachariahhad entered a tavern  and waited for his damn drink with a small hint of irratation. He looked around his gray eyes narrowed slightly. After finally gtting his wine he threw back and chugged it down and ordered another in a matter of seconds. He caught sight of a blacksmith and analyzed him before looking away. If he had to, he would sell his golden chain he wore around his neck. It may have been his only keepsake from his mother during a time she was almost sober but he held zero attachment to it. He looked around catiously not trusting anyone as far as he could throw them

Edited June 11, 2016 by Renegade96

[Nikodemus_Blackwood 1]

Taking a drink from the leather jack that came with his wine, for he hated the banged up steel mugs that were used around here. He could make better ones blind folded. As he finished the remaining liquid he had drank, Nikodemus took the jug and refilled his cup. While the wine was quite sour, he didn't care much. He had learned to just drink it and not pay attention to the taste. Feeling eyes on him, Nikodemus looked about, his icy blue eyes catching notice of the the large young man sitting a distance from him. With a slight nod, Nikodemus raised his glass in a wave adn then took a sip.

[Renegade96 0]

Zachariah narrowed his eyes in a predator like stare, sizing the other man up, not bothering to return the wave. He drained his second jug of wine and ordered another one. When he was advised to slow down he shot the person with a glare " just give me the damn wine before I do soemthing you regret" he said in his glacier like voice. He turned his attention back to his refilled jug and closed his eyes. Of course the alcohol here had nothing on what they mad eback home in Ireland. Zachariah had been drinking since he was ten years old and had tasted all kinds of alcohol