The Forums Alive?

[theMadBard]

Here I did journey, on a long and tiring road. Many my tales have been, though perhaps not as notable as others. At last it seems I have reached a warm hearth and a refreshing tap for I see a tavern with a sign that seems to read "Frums" though the light is fading and my eyes are tired. As I approach the tavern something seems off; I could hear no music, no laughing bolstering conversation, all I could hear was a low dull roar of what in my ears barely registered as communication. Entering I find the room full, though my skin crawls as I look upon the patrons. It seems as if most of them wear a cold pallor and no movement at all can I see. Still I hear the noise; almost as if those here were speaking on another level totally foreign from my own. I try to stir a few and find no response; I stand and sing a tale but it appears to not find heart in any at all. All this while my fear grows, my eyes start darting around finding nothing unusual but shadows... I cannot last any longer; I shout "What is it in this place? Have the spirits been drained from you? Have I come upon a place that looks down and laughs upon the living?.. or... or is it.. as it often is, just a fragment of thought placed by the gods as they haunt me from afar even as I stuble deeper into depths of the wilderness?". After I wait in silence... too afraid to even hope.