Fantasy Sword & Glory (Recreation)

[Darth Gangsta]

"I see you gather before me . . . hungry . . . terrified . . . Clutching your babes to your breast. King Harbard of the Bear Clan has marched his legions into our lands . . . Laid siege to every fortress from here to the Red Mountains . . . Rabid and ravenous, he bites and bites away. Men of the north, you stand at the precipice! Your kings have failed, so now you turn to the gods! And yet you do not plead? You do not kneel your heads with ash? Instead, you wail, 'Why have the gods forsaken us?' We must look into the into the trials we failed long ago! In a time past, our world intertwined with another through an upheaval scholars call the Great Cataclysm . . . The gods allowed unholy to slip into our domain. The offspring of that cataclysm was the nefarious force called magic . . . Yet we did not banish it, instead studying the vile arcane four our own power and wealth! And the monsters at our doors . . . the unholy creatures of this Cataclysm? . . . the trolls . . . the corpse eaters . . . the werewolves? The north bleeds, flogged by war. The battles are the gods' whips, chastisement for our sins! Can we chart a course back into the light? Will we find the strength to banish the sorcerers from our kingdoms? Unite around the warmth of the Eternal Fire? Nigh is the time of the sword and axe! None will fight this war in our stead! Nigh is the time of madness and disdain!"


A war between all of the races has been raging through the world. Countless innocents have died in this war. What side will you take?
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[Lola Shimmer]

It wasn't exactly late evening but thanks to the season it sure looked it outside. The black was already starting to crawl across the sky and encroach the town in early night...it must have been what 7-8?. Helhena wasn't 100% sure it was harder to tell when the nights began to roll in early..but it didn't much matter the time the wood elf just needed a slight cover of darkness to do her bidding. She had arrived in town a day previous and it hadn't changed a single bit since the last time she was here apart from perhaps expanding a bit more. It had been a good ten years since the young woman had last walked the paths worn in mud here that served as streets. It wasn't that it was a particularly poor town it was just small and more a settlement than anything else. Full of taverns, huts, farms and inns it had seen little sense in investing in bricked streets, they would just be ruined by animals. It was very much a trading stop which had served the clans of wood elves that lived in it's nearby forests down to the ground...a place to get things that couldn't be hunted int he trees and a good place to trade if they so happened to need coin for something. It was coin that had brought Helhena back to her area of birth...and a large amount of coin it was too for nothing less would have brought her back this way. The last time the dark haired wood elf had been here she had bathed the woods streams in blood of her clan after they had seen fit to decorate her families hut with her parents blood. She stood in front of her window at the Inn peering out into the street though her gaze went much further and into the woods beyond, piercing into the trees. Thanks to her enhanced sight she was able to see almost deep enough into the woods to where her birth home had been. With one blink of the eyes helhena simply wiped all that from her thoughts and shifted it from her mind, she was not here to reminisce she was here to work.


With a practiced efficiency the woman turned from the window and to the bedside table that held her tools for the night, Her favorite poisoners knife- a simple thing made of sleek and smooth silver with a small hole at the very tip and another just above the handle. This allowed for a small piece of string that had been coated in her poison of choice to be attached to the length of the blade and secured in place. Along with that she was taking three of her best throwing knives though if her plan wen how it should which they nearly always did she wouldn't need any of her weapons. It took her less than 30seconds to slip each weapon into it's place on her person and another 30 to tie an animal skin pouch to her hip that held both a death poison and a cure. After which she flung her clock around her shoulders to obscure the light Armour she wore underneath, it was made of thick black wool and cotton mixed that helped her blend into the theme of the night. The hood was pulled up tight over her pointed ears and a loose piece of cloth inside the hood was pulled across her nose and mouth and secured. All that could be seen of her features were the stark green eyes. Rather than use the front entrance of the Inn Helhena wen out her window and began to travel along the roof ways. That way if somehow any of this ever hit the fan.as far as anyone who had seen her enter the inn was concerned she had spent the whole night in her room. No one had seen her leave after all.


It took precisely 27 minutes for the silent assassin to reach her destination, which she was rather happy with since on her test runs she hadn't got it under 29, looked like her adrenaline was playing it's part. Her journey ended in one of the lords manors that sat just out of town, it was clear from the candle lit windows there was somewhere home but having tracked the family for sometime she knew they were creatures of habit.round about now they would be having their dinner, about halfway through the father always left to fetch his favored drink that he kept in the bedroom...that was where his life journey would end. Helhena had been in the house around ten tines now, she knew it like the back of her hand...she might as well have lived there herself, she could walk it with her eyes closed. Quite literally she had tested it the last time she was in just for fun. 20 minutes or so after helhena had entered the home and gotten into position everything began to set into motion, The man excused himself from the table...and proceeded to his chambers. The wood elf lay still and silent her cloak wrapped around her and shielding her into the darkness as if she had cut the material from the night itself. She heard the creak of floorboards that signaled he was about three steps from the door...she counted in her head...there was shuffling outside the door. The handle turned...the elf smirked. The man entered into the room and walked over to the dresser...The elf fell from the sky and landed lightly behind him on the old wooden floors. She did not however attack...but the shift in light told her victim someone was there...he whirled around wide eyed in surprise but to his credit he reached for his weapon...then froze. Helhena laughed and kicked the bedroom door shut so the room was once more dark. "Sorry m'lord..i am afraid that won't quit work" she watched the confusion then anger flit across his features when his limbs refused to do his bidding...he was frozen stiff like a statue. The glowing green eyes paced around the man in a circle as she inspected her work...there was slight twitching in his legs and he could still blink, she was somewhat let down so sure she had got the dose just right but he was a big fellow so it was hard to measure. The elf sighed...she would get it next time. She continued her pace around until she stood infront of the man who was no red with rage but still unmoving. "Nothing personal dear fellow" she released her poisoned knife from its small hilt and twisted it in her fingers. "Just seems someone would rather like your position...and well for that you must be dead" the wood elf shrugged though it was hardly seen in the dark. She watched his face contort then...not for his own life but it had dawned on him that for someone to take his place he would have to have no heirs. His son and daughter would be taken care of too. "I hate to say your children aren't to be done by me..i would have made it quick.." the woman stated and she wasn't lying in that. the boy was 15 she would have simply slit his throat and killed him instantly...the girl 11...well something gentle to lull her into an eternal sleep would have done...but whoever wanted the lord dead wanted to kill the son themselves to claim the land and Helhena simply cut herself short on what they would do to the girl. It wasn't her concern.


The woman reached forward and grabbed the man chin forcing his mouth to open, reaching in with her blade she made an incision on the inside of his cheek. A place no one would think to look for a mark that would show poison. It would go faster into his stream from there too...when he was found dead it would simply looked like he had collapsed and died, no trace just as requested and it would be easy to wrestle these lands from the hands of a grieving 15year old boy. No foul play to be found. "Well then...i would say you have about a minute left to live. you should pray to your gods or something if you have any." The blade was returned to its place and helhenna turned and went out the window she had come in. She was on the outskirts of the property when she heard the shrill screams emit from the home. Success then. Not that she expected anything less of herself though it had been far from perfect..she would work on her dosages some more later in the week. As soon as she had reached the edge of town the wood elf had taken to the rooftops again and followed a different route back to the one she had taken out on the small chance someone could be following her. 27 minutes took her back again and including her travel time there and the kill itself she had been gone just less than 2 hours. Back in her room she pulled the window shut, drew the curtains and threw her clock on the bed. She cleaned the knife with the poison on so not as she erode the blade, then collected the rest of her throwing knives and deposited them in various spots along her body, she wore 10 in total tonight. 11 if you included the poisoning knife but when cleaned it wasn't worth much in a fight. keeping on the light armor Helhena exited her room and elected to go to the Tavern that served as the bottom floor of the Inn and grab a drink, by the tme she got downstairs it seemed the place was in full throw. For a moment when she sat down with a full cup of mulled wine she froze...had she wiped the nerve potion off the outside handle of the bedroom...she went back through the whole scene in her head...and yes she let out a long breath just before she had jumped out the window she had cleaned it. she took along sip of her wine after that momentary worry.

 

[tammynorthland]

The bottle begun to dwindle themselves as selah smashed through another fine bottle of ale. The day was young and of course him and grandpa were already drinking like a fish. As always trying to compete against each other as to who could drink more booz. Even though selah knew who the victorious man would be in the end he loved putting up a fight. And not just a fake for show fight. Selah really did give him a run for his money.


Selah was a wood elf. The man stood at 29 give or take years. He had markings from white ink of his former clan that covered his face. His arms strong and thick yet toned with the hint of length behind them. Selah contained an elf bloodline. Allowing his metabolism to be much faster. Hence the alcohol intake he was able to keep up with.


His hands covered in scars. Small white and red former battle wounds coated his wrists and hands underneath his leather sheathed cloaks for his toys underneath the sleeves. His fingers nails covered in dirt. He was on his way into town. Of course selah had to reunite with an old. Literally. Old as fuck. Friend who managed to work up a thirst just like selah had from his 2 day travel. They both resided inside the tavern on the outskirts of the town that both were on their way to. Selah had some errands to run in town. But of course time always provided for a quick drink. Selah popped the top off of the bottle, smiled slapping the bottle against the bottle of durrag, The mini giants', bottle. Selah let out a roaring laugh. "Next round ey? Let's see how an old fuck like you keeps up!!!!" Selah let out a louder roaring laugh. Drinking was something they were both good at. Selahs hood flapped off the back of his head popping out pointed ears, white old tribe marks of the former elves, and a bright white ring that reflected off his lifted hand holding the bottle as the ring, and bottle, obtained a bit of reflective light from the daylight shining inside the tavern.


@Killorkiller

 

[Darth Gangsta]

Makor had been battling the Waraxes for days now.


Makor couldn't see the ground for corpses.


He was deafened by screams and clashing steel. Despite the cold, sweat stung his eyes. His muscles burned and his body ached. Blood, mud, and splashed brains flecked his chest. And one soldier was moving in on him with murder in his eyes.


He savored the joy.


His footing unsure, he stumbled and almost fell, pure instinct bringing up his sword to meet the first swinging blade. The impact jarred but checked the blow. He nimbly retreated a pace, dropped into a half crouch and lunged forward again, below his opponent's guard. The sword rammed into the enemy's stomach. Makor quickly raked it upward, deep hard, until it struck a rib, tumbling guts. The soldier went down, a stupefied expression, That took long enough . . . The orc thought to himself.


@ Anyone

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

The bottle begun to dwindle themselves as selah smashed through another fine bottle of ale. The day was young and of course him and grandpa were already drinking like a fish. As always trying to compete against each other as to who could drink more booz. Even though selah knew who the victorious man would be in the end he loved putting up a fight. And not just a fake for show fight. Selah really did give him a run for his money.
Selah was a wood elf. The man stood at 29 give or take years. He had markings from white ink of his former clan that covered his face. His arms strong and thick yet toned with the hint of length behind them. Selah contained an elf bloodline. Allowing his metabolism to be much faster. Hence the alcohol intake he was able to keep up with.


His hands covered in scars. Small white and red former battle wounds coated his wrists and hands underneath his leather sheathed cloaks for his toys underneath the sleeves. His fingers nails covered in dirt. He was on his way into town. Of course selah had to reunite with an old. Literally. Old as fuck. Friend who managed to work up a thirst just like selah had from his 2 day travel. They both resided inside the tavern on the outskirts of the town that both were on their way to. Selah had some errands to run in town. But of course time always provided for a quick drink. Selah popped the top off of the bottle, smiled slapping the bottle against the bottle of durrag, The mini giants', bottle. Selah let out a roaring laugh. "Next round ey? Let's see how an old fuck like you keeps up!!!!" Selah let out a louder roaring laugh. Drinking was something they were both good at. Selahs hood flapped off the back of his head popping out pointed ears, white old tribe marks of the former elves, and a bright white ring that reflected off his lifted hand holding the bottle as the ring, and bottle, obtained a bit of reflective light from the daylight shining inside the tavern.

@Killorkiller

Rowan had been watching them drink from one of the grimy bar stools. She sipped her whisky and sighed softly leaning in her hand, chin poking out in the light from under her hood. Rin was heavily armed and wearing dark clothing. With a slight grin the ginger rose to her feet long legs flashing peachy skin from under her coat, in one hand she loosely carried a large bottle of string whiskey. She approached Selha and the old man's table, "mind if I join?" She asked pulling up a chair before they could tell her no. She pushed her hood back releasing long ginger locks and a once pretty face now marked by a scar under her eye. She did not smile and held no expression, apart from in her eyes that held a fiery spark, the assassin cupped her hands around the bottle as she placed it in front of her. They were flecked scars only people in her line of work have.

 

[Killorkiller]

Drinking like a fish, know that was something the Durrag was not the most keen on being compared to. Durrag pressed the bottle to his lips and let the ale pass into his mouth and then down his throat, the ale was not the best, but it would do the job of course, he was here to get drunk and have a good time. He could not help but smile at the boy sitting across from him, he was young compared Durrag even though he was an elf. Selah was one of the only people that could give Durrag a run for his money in a drinking contest, after the man was around seven feet tall and 330lbs.


It had just so happened that the two had run into each other on the road, Selah was coming to town for some suplies, or so he said. As for Durrag, he was here to see a man about a very specific book, one that might be able to give him answers that he had been looking for for a very long time. "An old fuck eh? Well we will have to see about that, and i'm still not to old where i cant kick your ass! HAHAHAHA" Durrag's bellow filled the whole tavern causeing quite a few people to look their way. Realizing that his bottle was empty, Durrag grabbed another and started drinking, by this time a girl had come up to their table and asked to join them. Looking at her Durrag knew exactly what she was, though he said nothing, "Sure, you can stay as long as you can keep up." he said with a laugh and then kicked a chair out for her to sit.


@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee


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Mat had been sitting at the bar watching the only interesting people in the tavern get as drunk as they could. A serving girl came to bring him a new drink, catching her eye he gave her a well practiced wink that caused her to blush and walk away quickly. Turning back he readjusted his shirt, a man that walked by gave Mat a funny look, this was probably because Mat was not wearing any shoes, a very strange sight. Though Mat had no idea who the old giant was, he was very familiar the other one. If he was'nt mistaken the other man was a very prominent assassin, and was very well respected by other assassins. Speaking of which, he thought to himself as he watched an other person walk up to the table, she looked like she could be an assassin but Mat could not tell for sure.

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Drinking like a fish, know that was something the Durrag was not the most keen on being compared to. Durrag pressed the bottle to his lips and let the ale pass into his mouth and then down his throat, the ale was not the best, but it would do the job of course, he was here to get drunk and have a good time. He could not help but smile at the boy sitting across from him, he was young compared Durrag even though he was an elf. Selah was one of the only people that could give Durrag a run for his money in a drinking contest, after the man was around seven feet tall and 330lbs.
It had just so happened that the two had run into each other on the road, Selah was coming to town for some suplies, or so he said. As for Durrag, he was here to see a man about a very specific book, one that might be able to give him answers that he had been looking for for a very long time. "An old fuck eh? Well we will have to see about that, and i'm still not to old where i cant kick your ass! HAHAHAHA" Durrag's bellow filled the whole tavern causeing quite a few people to look their way. Realizing that his bottle was empty, Durrag grabbed another and started drinking, by this time a girl had come up to their table and asked to join them. Looking at her Durrag knew exactly what she was, though he said nothing, "Sure, you can stay as long as you can keep up." he said with a laugh and then kicked a chair out for her to sit.


@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee


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Mat had been sitting at the bar watching the only interesting people in the tavern get as drunk as they could. A serving girl came to bring him a new drink, catching her eye he gave her a well practiced wink that caused her to blush and walk away quickly. Turning back he readjusted his shirt, a man that walked by gave Mat a funny look, this was probably because Mat was not wearing any shoes, a very strange sight. Though Mat had no idea who the old giant was, he was very familiar the other one. If he was'nt mistaken the other man was a very prominent assassin, and was very well respected by other assassins. Speaking of which, he thought to himself as he watched an other person walk up to the table, she looked like she could be an assassin but Mat could not tell for sure.

"Keep up?" She repeated and pushed he coat off onto the chair. She was heavily armed underneath it and her boots stopped at her knees and there was a gap between them and the start of her shorts. She crossed her legs disturbing he pearl white skin with taught muscle, "that shot you're drinking is as weak as piss." She popped the cork off the whisky and put it on the table, "you'll be the ones keeping up with me." It wasn't a lie for a human Rowan could hold her own against these guys. She placed the lip of the green glasses bottle to her mouth and drank heavily in a way that caused her bosom to heave. She pulled it away and placed it back in the table top.

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[tammynorthland]

Selah immediately snagged the bottle of whiskey before the beautiful lass and the old man had the opportunity to even come close to it. He smiled ,"good about time someone lives things up!" He threw back the bottle taking a few large swig and placed it down. He tried to hold a straight face. But coughed. Shit was strong. "Your turn grandpa!"


He was impressed by the woman's ability to even hold the booz down. Usually that was a giant ladies benefit. Or even some elven woman. But this moment he caught a glance of the crowd taking a peek at their commotion. If people knew who durrag was they might have an issue upon both. Selah. Spent most his time in the shadows of his work life. But outside of work. He could care less. He was here to have a good time not start a war. Selah glanced over at the woman. "What be your name?" He noted her boots. She was a fighter. And her light armor which gave other notes away.


@JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Selah immediately snagged the bottle of whiskey before the beautiful lass and the old man had the opportunity to even come close to it. He smiled ,"good about time someone lives things up!" He threw back the bottle taking a few large swig and placed it down. He tried to hold a straight face. But coughed. Shit was strong. "Your turn grandpa!"
He was impressed by the woman's ability to even hold the booz down. Usually that was a giant ladies benefit. Or even some elven woman. But this moment he caught a glance of the crowd taking a peek at their commotion. If people knew who durrag was they might have an issue upon both. Selah. Spent most his time in the shadows of his work life. But outside of work. He could care less. He was here to have a good time not start a war. Selah glanced over at the woman. "What be your name?" He noted her boots. She was a fighter. And her light armor which gave other notes away.


@JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

She chuckled a low noise and sat back watching him slowly through hooded eyes, "Rowan Carter, some people call me Rin."


Her voice was sweetly soft and hushed in a measured tone but it was also deeply cold. Putting her hand in the thigh she reached forwards and took the whisky back glancing at the label, "too strong?" She asked and grinned in a way that made the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly with wrinkles that hadn't set in yet. Sinking back in her hair she took another drink and then rested the bottle on her knee, "so elf, mind telling me yer own name?" She cocked her head to one side.
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[tammynorthland]

Selah let out a slight smile his hood off. Identity obvious. The man had face tattoos for God's sake. The only reason his face was so hard to see during a kill was because he killed at night. Or..... Selah sipped the ale. And leaned back onto 2 legs of the tavern wooden chair. "Selah." He smiled and nudged grandpa to introduce himself.


@JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

 

[Abendrot]

A High Elf wandered cautiously into the tavern, his curious eyes making note of every soul in the common room before they finally settled on the hairless innkeeper. The portly human behind the bar welcomed the elf named Rothorn with a smile, despite being swamped in work already. Rothorn, with his hood still over his head and cloak still around his neck, silently made his way to the bar.


"What will it be?" the innkeeper asked warmly.


"Wine, please." said Rothorn. His voice was light and spiced with a High Elven accent. The innkeeper wiped his hands on his apron and filled up a small wooden goblet. After removing his hood and placing his staff against the wall, Roth took a seat beside a barefoot, hooded man. He drew deeply from the goblet


Rothorn was not very old — not by elf standards, at least — yet his hair was silver white. The facial markings permenantly etched into his forehead marked him as a Banished One from the Arcane Guild, though few non-members would recognize them.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Braxis had been riding for nearly the whole day as of late and Snowlush would be only a few days away but he still would have to endure through the boring time. The sky had been grey almost all day as if it were about to rain but it never did, not yet at least and it was getting a bit dark out. As he rode in through the town, more like a small city, on his black horse Braxis noticed the more than obvious Eagle Clan flags making their presence in the town already known to any who came which to him was more that stupid as a war raged on. But he did not concern himself with them as he got of his horse and strode through the town. Despite his bad past of intervening with their affairs they didn't recognize him other than any other odd knight that walked into some random town. Yet at least. He rode on into the town having second thoughts on whether he should stay there, making stops would only make his trip longer and his patience was thinning. Finally deciding he wouldn't stay Braxis urged his steed, Midnight, onward to Snowlush making no breaks.


Of course once he was far enough away thunder began to rumble in the sky, lightning dancing across it and soon rain followed. He was beginning to dread his decision of making this journey to seek out his good friend, a Dark Elf whom had lived there for some time as a miner which was a common job for Dark Elves. Rain began to hammer down on him as his horse walked along the worn out path of dirt and mud, he could have tested how long his horse could endure of riding all the way to the next town however long that would take but his horse would surely need to rest despite it's large amount of stamina. For now he would stick to walking for the time being, even if the rain was a pain, then in a while he would start to gallop the rest of the way there.


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"G'day to you mate! How's the mines doin'?" Asked a random drunkard to Ber-Lak, quite a wild drunkard at that but not aggressive. "Decent enough." Replied the Dark Elf in his dark tone. The drunkard soon left after realizing that the Elf wasn't too keen on chitchat, leaving him be to drink his half pint of beer. Sure it may bit be a hardy drink but he had slowly built up a tolerance to it even though he wasn't a big drinker himself. The day had been quite calm in Snowlush, no problems or accidents nor any attacks which were slightly common there for some reason. Ber-Lak hadn't worked in the mines on that day, instead he waited and waited the whole day as if something were going to happen that he already knew of which usually was the case but he tended to keep it to himself and not spend his time at a tavern the entire day. 'When will it be?' Thought Ber-Lak in his head, knowing that the Voice would speak sooner or later. It is not a when but a where. It replied in a hushed tone that Ber-Lak had grown quite familiar with. A friend will lie in wait soon. And that was all it told him which was enough for Ber-Lak to know he was suppose to meet Braxis half way, where exactly that may be was unknown to him but he would be guided to the whereabouts of his old friend.


That day Ber-Lak had set out after saying his goodbye's to the people of Snowlush and only two days into his own journey and he stumbled across a forest. Any normal man would steer clear of a place like that without knowledge of what lied in wait in it but Ber-Lak wasn't afraid for he was never truly alone in the dark. He stuck his staff into the ground for a moment and clenched his left hand into a fist, his other hand hovering over it in a quick swipe and once he opened his hand back up a small flame was in the palm of his hand. A small piece of light was all that was needed for comfort in a forest for as long as he had light there could never be true darkness. Picking his staff back up he resumed walking cautiously through the forest with the small light in his hand, soon pulling up a log into a clearing he had found and searching for some branches to use for a fire for the long night of no resting for him. A few nearby branches were more than enough to suffice for a decent sized fire for the night.

 

[Killorkiller]

Durrag glanced at the girl as she removed her cloak, he could help but look at her, she was quite beautiful, especially in her knee high boots and shorts. This caused him to stop for a second before grabbing the whisky from her and downing the rest of the bottle, it was a good hard drink that was well crafted, it didn't burn as much as he had expected but he did feel the burn. "If that was the best you have then we will need more." Durrag let a sly smile slip onto his face as he reached down into his bag and pulled a small bottle that looked like it was made of rock. "This is Fire Spark, from the Isles of Summer. The warriors only drink such a thing once a year, and only on a very specific holiday." along with the bottle Durrag pulled out three small cups that he put in front of each person and then poured the drink for each. "My name is Durrag Greyborn, but you might know me by my other name.....The Northern Giant." Durrag introduced himself as he poured, looking at Rowan he gave her a friendly smile.


@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee


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Mat had no idea who this knew girl was, but she was drinking just as much as the other two, he had to give her credit, she could hold her drink. Without thinking, Mat started playing with a large flat stone coin, he flipped it from finger to finger like it was water that ran down his hand. Eventually he realized what he was doing and snatched the coin from the air and tucked into his pocket, he had not memory of how he got it, he had always had it fro as long as he could remember. Standing up from the bar he cracked his neck, it was time to get to work. Walking over to the table he pretended to be more drunk than he was and 'stumbled' into he back of Rowan's chair on the side of Selah, tripping himself he barely caught his weight on the table, "ohhh, perdn shh meh." he said as he fainted to almost fall but catch himself again.

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Selah let out a slight smile his hood off. Identity obvious. The man had face tattoos for God's sake. The only reason his face was so hard to see during a kill was because he killed at night. Or..... Selah sipped the ale. And leaned back onto 2 legs of the tavern wooden chair. "Selah." He smiled and nudged grandpa to introduce himself.
@JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

Durrag glanced at the girl as she removed her cloak, he could help but look at her, she was quite beautiful, especially in her knee high boots and shorts. This caused him to stop for a second before grabbing the whisky from her and downing the rest of the bottle, it was a good hard drink that was well crafted, it didn't burn as much as he had expected but he did feel the burn. "If that was the best you have then we will need more." Durrag let a sly smile slip onto his face as he reached down into his bag and pulled a small bottle that looked like it was made of rock. "This is Fire Spark, from the Isles of Summer. The warriors only drink such a thing once a year, and only on a very specific holiday." along with the bottle Durrag pulled out three small cups that he put in front of each person and then poured the drink for each. "My name is Durrag Greyborn, but you might know me by my other name.....The Northern Giant." Durrag introduced himself as he poured, looking at Rowan he gave her a friendly smile.
@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee


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Mat had no idea who this knew girl was, but she was drinking just as much as the other two, he had to give her credit, she could hold her drink. Without thinking, Mat started playing with a large flat stone coin, he flipped it from finger to finger like it was water that ran down his hand. Eventually he realized what he was doing and snatched the coin from the air and tucked into his pocket, he had not memory of how he got it, he had always had it fro as long as he could remember. Standing up from the bar he cracked his neck, it was time to get to work. Walking over to the table he pretended to be more drunk than he was and 'stumbled' into he back of Rowan's chair on the side of Selah, tripping himself he barely caught his weight on the table, "ohhh, perdn shh meh." he said as he fainted to almost fall but catch himself again.

The corners of Rin's mouth only slightly flickered upwards, her cold eyes almost seemed to look kind for a brief moment. But that didn't last long it was like a quick flash of kindness that changed her features and made her look more beautiful for a brief moment. Rowan reached a hand forwards and snatched up the drink when he poured it, "you seemed to be staring at me, northern giant," she joked. One moment she was joking with the older man the next she was jolted forward and her leather breast plate was covered in Fire Spark, she placed the cup down and glanced over he shoulder at the man who bumped her chair. She scowled slightly, it was obvious he was an idiot when drunk and that wasn't completely his fault but she ignored that fact and went straight for a gruff, "watch where you're going."

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[tammynorthland]

Selah laughed as the man fell in his drunken state. "Fuck man be careful!!!" He laughed leaning back on his chair again onto the 2 legs. "Durrag this booz is gonna put me on my ass!" He said slugging a friendly but tough punch into his shoulder.


The man fell he was clearly appearing to want to join in on the party but durrag and selah were already accompanied by the the girl who called herself rin. She was a good eye eye in the bar of stinky drunk men. And this did not exclude the 3 at the table selahs favorite part about living in the mountains during the summer and spring were the cooling and refreshing streams and soft waterfalls he could relax inside the waterfall.


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[JustCallMeAimee]

Selah laughed as the man fell in his drunken state. "Fuck man be careful!!!" He laughed leaning back on his chair again onto the 2 legs. "Durrag this booz is gonna put me on my ass!" He said slugging a friendly but tough punch into his shoulder.
The man fell he was clearly appearing to want to join in on the party but durrag and selah were already accompanied by the the girl who called herself rin. She was a good eye eye in the bar of stinky drunk men. And this did not exclude the 3 at the table selahs favorite part about living in the mountains during the summer and spring were the cooling and refreshing streams and soft waterfalls he could relax inside the waterfall.


@Killorkiller @JustCallMeAimee

Sighing Rin placed the glass back down on the table and used her sleeve to wipe off her breast plate, swearing under her breath she rolled her eyes and quickly gave up on trying to clean her self. She reached passed her drink and for an almost empty piss water mug of beer, she turned to Matt and like a child splashed the alcohol down his front, "we're even." She told him and placed the drink back down on the table top. She picked up what grandpa had offered her and took a large gulp, she hardly batted an eyelid on the outside but her insides churned against the assault and her throat burned. She'd feel that in the morning.

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[Varvarus]

Duzz huddled on the decking of a trade ship. He was sailing from Ustren, leaving behind his old life and his clan. He pulled in his cloak around him as the surf sprayed about the ship and sailors shouted orders up and down the rigging. On his lap was a very plain two-handed axe, it had no decoration and it's handle was faded and it's head had long ago lost it's shine. The head was sharp though, it was the last memory of his old life. He hugged it and his cloak against the frenzied rain. His breath frosted in the sea air twirling for a moment before being swept away. As the winds continued to pick up and the sea became more treacherous a sailor approached Duzz yelling over the winds for him to get below decks. He did so climbing below decks and sat in a corner about barrels of spices and sacks of grain. He sat there listening to the howling wind and thunderous skies, until he fell in to an uneasy sleep.

 

[Killorkiller]

Durrag smiled, alcohol of this caliber would normally put Durrag himself on his ass when he was sober, but he had been drinking for quite some time. He was enjoying his drink when a man that was definitely drunk bumped into the Rin's chair and spilled her Fire Spark all over her chest, being the man that he was, and he was indeed a man. Durrag could not help but eye Rin's chest as the Fire Spark went everywhere, casually he looked back at his drink ignoring the man that had caused the interruption. Glancing a look at Selah, Durrag spoke, "If that doesn't then i will!" he chuckled.


@tammynorthland


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Mat was a little taken back as the ale was dumped across his chest, frowning, he looked at Rin. "Das not verry niec" he spoke slowly and slurred, to keep the impression of being drunk. As he turned to go, Mat 'slipped' and fell down to one knee next to Rin, on his way down he noticed that she had a small bag of coins on her belt. Felling a bit resentful after the ale incident, he decided to take it, using a small blade hidden on the inside of his finger he cut the string and grabbed the bag as he fell, using his body to conceal the movement. Fumbling as he got up, he stumbled off into the crowd, once he had broken line of sight he became himself again and walked swiftly to the back door, it was here that he moved off into a dark ally.


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[tammynorthland]

Selah grabbed the old man by the shirt he wore and gave a threatening phrase of "you better watch your mouth old man or this fist could not only put you on your ass but put you to sleep!" Selah spoke with conviction of the alcohol and comedy of his drunkeness. He did not care to fight but he did enjoy a quarrel with the old man. The man was very strong. In fact his sized alone showed his strength especially how he barely fit in the chair he sat in tonight. Selah oushed him causing him to tilt back just enough so he would lose his balance. He let him off easy.


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[Veyd Sahvoz]

Ber-Lak had been sitting by his small fire watching the flames dance around and he could've sworn he saw something in the flames but was distracted by the snapping of a nearby branch which caused him to spin his head around, holding up his left hand as a blinding white glow emitted from his palm and the fire ge made went out momentarily revealing a stray wolf before him. Its fur scrambled and muddy as if it were in a fight and it growled at the sight of Ber-Lak and the blinding light. Reverting the light back to a small flame Ber-Lak looked down at the wolf who never moved from its spot, it just continued to growl as if it were skeptical of the Dark Elf when he finally spoke to it "Are you lost my friend?" He asked. Most back in Snowlush, or anyplace for that matter, would likely think he had finally lost if they saw him speaking to a wolf that very easily could attack him but in order to lose something you had to have had it in the first place. The wolf continued to give the Dark Elf a nasty snarl when the wolf began to circle around the fire keeping at least 6 feet away from it which struck the elf as strange but he noticed something else that was strange about the wolf. It had appeared to be limping and from the angle it was at Ber-Lak could see it was its left hind leg that was injured. So that was the reason. It was injured which likely meant it was abandoned by its own pack, unable to keep up and hunt like the rest. It would only be a matter of time until it died of starvation but of course, being the elf he was, Ber-Lak had no intentions of letting it die. Tossing it a piece of dried meat the wolf caught it in its mouth and quickly chewed on it and swallowed, still snarling at Ber-Lak as he rumadged around in his satchel for his flask and some herbs, planning on making a concoction that would likely take a while but he was in no rush. At the moment, in this forest, he had all the time he needed and if the wolf were to attack him he would be more than capable of knocking it out for enough time to allow him to heal it and be gone just before morning.


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[JustCallMeAimee]

Durrag smiled, alcohol of this caliber would normally put Durrag himself on his ass when he was sober, but he had been drinking for quite some time. He was enjoying his drink when a man that was definitely drunk bumped into the Rin's chair and spilled her Fire Spark all over her chest, being the man that he was, and he was indeed a man. Durrag could not help but eye Rin's chest as the Fire Spark went everywhere, casually he looked back at his drink ignoring the man that had caused the interruption. Glancing a look at Selah, Durrag spoke, "If that doesn't then i will!" he chuckled.
@tammynorthland


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Mat was a little taken back as the ale was dumped across his chest, frowning, he looked at Rin. "Das not verry niec" he spoke slowly and slurred, to keep the impression of being drunk. As he turned to go, Mat 'slipped' and fell down to one knee next to Rin, on his way down he noticed that she had a small bag of coins on her belt. Felling a bit resentful after the ale incident, he decided to take it, using a small blade hidden on the inside of his finger he cut the string and grabbed the bag as he fell, using his body to conceal the movement. Fumbling as he got up, he stumbled off into the crowd, once he had broken line of sight he became himself again and walked swiftly to the back door, it was here that he moved off into a dark ally.


@JustCallMeAimee

Selah grabbed the old man by the shirt he wore and gave a threatening phrase of "you better watch your mouth old man or this fist could not only put you on your ass but put you to sleep!" Selah spoke with conviction of the alcohol and comedy of his drunkeness. He did not care to fight but he did enjoy a quarrel with the old man. The man was very strong. In fact his sized alone showed his strength especially how he barely fit in the chair he sat in tonight. Selah oushed him causing him to tilt back just enough so he would lose his balance. He let him off easy.
@JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

She watched him leave before turned back and crossing her long leg. The woman frowned for a moment feeling that one side was lighter than the other but her head was already beginning to feel fuzzy so she brushes it off as nothing. If he had stolen from her she had more money and for some odd reason felt as though she'd see him again. She grimaced slightly knowing she smelt strongly of alcohol, but it didn't prevent her from drinking more. The woman leant further forwards watching the two men with a raised eyebrow.

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[Killorkiller]

perhaps it was the drink talking, but Durrag could hardly keep a straight face as Selah grabbed him and said something, whatever he said was lost to Durrag who could really only hear the blood rushing in his head. When Selah pushed him, Durrag smiled as he almost lost his balance, kicking his leg under the table he connected with Selah's chair, the force of the kick sent the chair right out from under Selah, at this Durrag let out a booming laugh that filled the tavern. "Boy if you think you can knock me out then by all means come and try."


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[tammynorthland]

Saleh fell off the chair was kicked out from underneath him. When he stood back up he threw a swift punch making contact with Grandpa in the chest. Selah then took a step back and produced a fighting stance and threw another punch into the old man as he made contact but not quite as good as he wished it to be due to his drunken state. They thought about the tavern for several minutes returning punches and giving them thus leading them outside of the tavern in the fiery battle between the two drunk men.


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[Godhowsae]

Alastair Adelheim, Knight of the Flaming Rose


In through the town, three men were led. Their legs, and arms were shackled. Faces covered in dirt, and blood. Their now-ragged clothes bearing the marks of battle. A cut here, a hole there. One man stifled his tears as they were led through to the middle of town. The pommel of a blade struck his back causing him to wince in pain. "Quiet". Onward they trudged through the town until they had reached a central location where many would be able to see what was happening. Many curious onlookers peered through their windows. Some who had been in the area at that time gathered around them. The faces of the other two knights were covered by helmet, but Alastair's own was not resting on top of his head. His longish black hair dirtied with sweat, blood on his face, and armor. He unmistakably carried the mark of The Eternal Fire. A proud station, and one that was doomed to shed blood. "On your knees". The three men weren't given much time to reach as the knights forced them down in the next moment. A sabaton to the back of the leg saw to that. There sat three men, destined to die, and the three knights who were destined to kill them. The sound of steel rang out, as Alastair pulled his battleaxe from It's resting place. He held it in to the air for a few moments to draw the attention of both prisoner, and bystander alike. He was making a show of it. "Here sit three dead men. Followers of the evil known as Vacrigar". He spat upon the ground as he said the name. It was distasteful, even passing his lips. "These men would harbor mages. A scourge upon this land of ours - practitioners of the very source of evil which poisons this world more each day. They would sell their souls for power, and see this land, our land, burn in the process! I say this here, and now to all heathens that would spread and harbor this evil". Alastair moved from facing the people gathered to pointing his sword towards the captives. "Not here, or anywhere else, shall we suffer your vile heresies. This land shall be wiped free from evil".


It was at that moment he motioned to the other knights with his free hand, and they moved to secure the prisoners. Alastair walked to the first with clear purpose. He drew the prisoner's attention to his yes while he gave him the last rites. "May the light of the Eternal Flame keep you, and save you. May it protect your eternal soul for now, and all time. From your ashes, will this land be cleansed of darkness". Once the words were said, he moved to the side, and the knight holding him in place lowered the prisoner's head down. Resigned to his fate, the man didn't fight it, and with a single, mighty swing, Alastair removed the man's head from his body. The body slumped over on to the ground, and he was no more. The same happened with the next . "...From your ashes, will this land be cleansed of darkness". The words were said, and another lifeless body now lay upon the ground. Once he had reached the final prisoner, he heard the wailing of a woman as she tried to rush to where they were, only to be stopped by her fellow villagers. Her hysterical screams drew his eyes. "You can't! He didn't do nothing wrong! He's a good man, please, you can't! You can't! You can't!" His look towards her was one of pity, and he shook his head before he started speaking once again. "May the light of the Eternal Flame keep you, and save you. May it protect your eternal soul for now, and all time. From your ashes, will this land be cleansed of darkness". Her screaming stayed with them until the very end when the man's head finally left his body. Her shock finally overcoming her sensibilities, she fell to the ground, and could only sob silently. "Make preparations to transport the remains to the nearest chapel to be burned. Perhaps the Eternal Fire shall save them despite their sins". Alastair made his way to where the grieving woman now sat and cry. There was nothing he could do to ease her burden, but he did have a few parting words. "It is a sign of strength to cry out against fate. If you despise your inability to do anything, then foster that feeling in to purpose, and rule your own fate by coming in to the service of The Eternal Fire, and make sure this tragedy never has to occur again". With that, he left her to her grief. It was not his purpose to console those who were affected by the throes of this conflict. Still, he sighed and looked up to the sky. "Is this really what you would have wanted?"

 

[Killorkiller]

Durrag was enjoying his ale, that was until he was interrupted by a punch to the chest from Selah, causing him to flop on to the back of his chair. Jumping up Durrag grunted as another hit connected, but this one did make as good of contact. Smiling, Durrag started the fight in earnest by grabbing both of Selah's arms and threw him over Rin, looking at her he smiled, "Sorry, I have something i need to take care of." with that he rushed off back into the fight. Durrag, having thrown Selah into a bunch of other men, had unintentionally started a bar fight that erupted violently. Durrag and Selah fought for a bit and eventually made their way outside, they busted through the tavern door taking some of it with them as the fell from the tavern into the dirt. There they both lay, Durrag scrambled upright swaying slightly from side to side, this was the effects of the ale and the fighting. "Come on then!! I haven't got all day!!" Durrag called to Selah's prone form, urging him to rise and continue the fight.


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Mat had left the tavern a little bit ago, as he made his way down the ally he took care of some business along the way. Collecting money from some of his contacts and getting passed some information. Looking down he read a note that had been passed him, Middle of town. Now. Mat had no idea what to expect, but his contact had never let him down and he had no reason to start doubting now.


Getting there just in time to see the men get executed for simply worshiping Vacrigar, their religion, his religion. Clenching his hands into fists, Mat stood there head down hood up as a silent tear rolled down his cheek. This is what they got? This is how free men where treated? Magic made there lives better, and they died for it. Reaching behind him, Mat pulled out a mask and put it on, his face still downcast. With his mask on Mat pushed his way through the crowd and into the circle that had gathered around the three men for their execution. Standing alone from the rest of the crowd it was just Mat and the followers, pointing an accusing finger at the man in charge he spoke, "These men did nothing wrong, nothing but find their way in a world that had beat them down and told them there was no way out. They where FREE!!!! Free to do as they chose, and for that they where killed. What kind of justice is that? I'll tell you, it isn't justice, its murder." By this point the other knights had started to move in on Mat and surround him as well as separate him from the crowd even further. Doing a quick glance around Mat knew was out numbered with little chance of escape, smiling he took his stance and waited for the worst.


One of the knights made a move with his sword raised he charged Mat. It was easy for Mat to defend against the man, Mat ducked to the left and grabbed the knights belt and swung him in an arc and sent the knight back towards the others. It was at this point that the other knights attack, all at once. It was all Mat could to defend himself and keep from getting grabbed, he spun in a circle slapping away slashes and thrusts. Blocking kicks and punches, and hitting the knights in their wrists and other such places to slow the incoming attacks, Mat was doing very well for himself until he was grabbed from behind and got his arms pinned to his sides in a vise like arm lock. Rearing back Mat threw his head into the man holding him, this gave Mat's feet the clearance they needed to kick the two incoming knights from the front. Unfortunately there was a third knight, this one made it passed Mat's kicks, but before the third knight would grab Mat. Mat brought his left leg up and bent to the mans neck, wrapping his other leg around the back of knights neck, Mat squeezed with all his might. The effect was a loud pop as the knights neck broke, using his superior flexibility, Mat used his legs to free himself from the other mans grip and drop him to the ground with a sound kick to the head. Turning around to face the rest of the knights and their leader he waited.


(Mat's maks)

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