Getting out of the Tavern was an easy task this very night. Packed on a night of excitement the Silver Horse Tavern had one of those speakers from Boston come to read to them from a life changing document. Jedidiah Grove Jr. pushed and shoved his way out through the packed tavern. Men and women filled the space that was the common area. Tables, chairs, benches, and stools were placed in the storage to make room. As excited as the rest of the crowd was Jedidiah was not. His surname Grove wasn't exactly of Noble origin, but his father and grandfather worked hard to make their name worthy of title. In a letter from a late acquaintance who went deep into wild territories Jedidiah learned this whole colony would give birth to a new nation. This acquaintance said farewell and they were prayed for a swift death at the hands of a savage Indian.
A new nation sounded like a promising prospect. England was thousands of miles away across the Atlantic. It took entire weeks even full months just to reach either land mass. Such a voyage would make some sick to their gizzards. Jedidiah accidentally shoved his face into some dirty pillows. When he looked up the woman only winked at him letting him pass. He was a very good looking man for this time. Well fed, wealthy, stocky, and strong. As he muscled his way to the door the speaker got up on a set up stage. Everyone cheered, and hollered with excitement. One screamed in his ear. Shaking his head a little he managed to reach the door. Someone shoved a jug full of alcohol in his hand. They patted him on the back roughly. The blow almost knocked the air out of him. Others helped him out calling him Sir Grove, or Lord Junior.
Once outside Jedidiah Grove Jr. also known as "Killie" opened the free jug and took a few swigs of its contents. It took away the doubts and troubles from his mind. His fear was that this new nation would strip away all titles calling men equal and there would be no more estates for the wealthy. It was to be handed over to the people. An idea that would scare his late father to the marrow. Jedidiah Killie had been to England twice, and London once. They never got to see the King like he wanted instead they meet and dined with an ancient Lord in Sussex. Jedidiah could have sworn he keeled over and the visit was cut short. Taking another swig he turned around to see a cloaked figure creeping around the Tavern. Looking at it he noticed its feet looked more pale, and more talon like. He looked at his jug wondering if the contents were this strong. Blinking a few times he called out to the cloaked figure who only waved him off revealing a claw instead of a hand. Worried about this creature Jedidiah yelled at the Tavern only to be drowned out by an uproar inside. Acting fast he pulled out a flintlock pistol and loads it as quickly as possible. When he had it primed and loaded Jedidiah aimed with a shaky hand and fired.
It caused a few people to scream inside only to be followed by cheers. Whatever this cloaked figure was it hissed with pain and slowly turned around. A few more figures emerged from the darkness. One group had regular boots and shoes while the other group had hooves, clove feet, talons, beastly feet, and feet of a lizard. When the monsters revealed their true nature Jedidiah threw his jug at one of them. He hit one of them taking one out of the fight. As both groups clashed he unsheathed a dagger and a tomahawk he was given by a friend who fought the Iroquois. Ready to kill anyone who went after him Jedidiah watched the fight progress then die down. Dozens lay on the ground lifeless. Next to him another figure emerged firing a pistol into the victorious group. When he looked he saw it was a redcoat officer with a few monstrosities as companions. It hit one of the victors and another shot hit the window of the Tavern. Unsure whether it hit an innocent or not he struck the officer with his tomahawk in the arm. He then jabbed the dagger into his throat. Startled by his sudden strike the others raced off into the dark of the woods. Jedidiah rushed to check on the victors who surrounded the one who got hit. He heard them speak in a different language. Curious he rudely pulled a hood down revealing a gold haired man with braids, clean shaven face, and pointed ears.
A new nation sounded like a promising prospect. England was thousands of miles away across the Atlantic. It took entire weeks even full months just to reach either land mass. Such a voyage would make some sick to their gizzards. Jedidiah accidentally shoved his face into some dirty pillows. When he looked up the woman only winked at him letting him pass. He was a very good looking man for this time. Well fed, wealthy, stocky, and strong. As he muscled his way to the door the speaker got up on a set up stage. Everyone cheered, and hollered with excitement. One screamed in his ear. Shaking his head a little he managed to reach the door. Someone shoved a jug full of alcohol in his hand. They patted him on the back roughly. The blow almost knocked the air out of him. Others helped him out calling him Sir Grove, or Lord Junior.
Once outside Jedidiah Grove Jr. also known as "Killie" opened the free jug and took a few swigs of its contents. It took away the doubts and troubles from his mind. His fear was that this new nation would strip away all titles calling men equal and there would be no more estates for the wealthy. It was to be handed over to the people. An idea that would scare his late father to the marrow. Jedidiah Killie had been to England twice, and London once. They never got to see the King like he wanted instead they meet and dined with an ancient Lord in Sussex. Jedidiah could have sworn he keeled over and the visit was cut short. Taking another swig he turned around to see a cloaked figure creeping around the Tavern. Looking at it he noticed its feet looked more pale, and more talon like. He looked at his jug wondering if the contents were this strong. Blinking a few times he called out to the cloaked figure who only waved him off revealing a claw instead of a hand. Worried about this creature Jedidiah yelled at the Tavern only to be drowned out by an uproar inside. Acting fast he pulled out a flintlock pistol and loads it as quickly as possible. When he had it primed and loaded Jedidiah aimed with a shaky hand and fired.
It caused a few people to scream inside only to be followed by cheers. Whatever this cloaked figure was it hissed with pain and slowly turned around. A few more figures emerged from the darkness. One group had regular boots and shoes while the other group had hooves, clove feet, talons, beastly feet, and feet of a lizard. When the monsters revealed their true nature Jedidiah threw his jug at one of them. He hit one of them taking one out of the fight. As both groups clashed he unsheathed a dagger and a tomahawk he was given by a friend who fought the Iroquois. Ready to kill anyone who went after him Jedidiah watched the fight progress then die down. Dozens lay on the ground lifeless. Next to him another figure emerged firing a pistol into the victorious group. When he looked he saw it was a redcoat officer with a few monstrosities as companions. It hit one of the victors and another shot hit the window of the Tavern. Unsure whether it hit an innocent or not he struck the officer with his tomahawk in the arm. He then jabbed the dagger into his throat. Startled by his sudden strike the others raced off into the dark of the woods. Jedidiah rushed to check on the victors who surrounded the one who got hit. He heard them speak in a different language. Curious he rudely pulled a hood down revealing a gold haired man with braids, clean shaven face, and pointed ears.
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