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Post by anoroath on Jun 8, 2014 14:39:04 GMT
Chinika sends a quick glare at Tormin. He is slightly taller than her, yes, but only slightly.
"For someone so keen on not talking, you sure know how to throw an insult... I might have been friendly before, but don't think I will not defend my honor, should you have the guts to try and call me that again." Chinika makes sure to make special emphasis on the word gut.
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 14:58:09 GMT
Tormin ignores the whining LaRou, focusing entirely on the elf as he waits for her to either sheath her sword or force him to act.
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 8, 2014 15:21:13 GMT
"Brilliant observation." She remarked sarcastically at the undead's comment. "Next you're going to shock the world by telling me my hair is black."
She ignored the LaRou for the time being. Her comment was of little consequence, and her posture had become significantly less threatening. Should the undead choose to attack, her sword would be of little use... her eyes darted briefly to the crude club she'd made out of the other one's armour. It wasn't ideal, but it would work in a pinch.
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Post by brownbear96 on Jun 8, 2014 17:45:02 GMT
Great, Ichabod had just drank poison, and he wasn't getting anything for it. Thankfully the weakness wasn't intense enough to prevent him from being functional. He saw the stand off between the elf, the undead, and the LaRou, and while he admittedly preferred the elf so far throughout this while situation, he had no real motive to simply jump in, besides, he wasn't through with that damn cat! An idea came to his head which would allow him to possibly diffuse this situation, as well as give him an opportunity to get his way. Taking another empty mug, Ichabod through it at a nearby orc patron.
The glass bounced off his head, and the orc was uninjured, and turned around to glare at whoever did it. When his gaze landed on Ichabod, he pointed at another random patron. "He did it." Of course, this provoked the orc to attack that random patron, which prompted his friends to get involved, which prompted the orc's friends to get involved, eventually scaling into a full on bar brawl. Ichabod used the chaos to move discreetly as it reached their are of the bar, and kept his eye on the cat, he could do one more thing.
He kept his hand on the dagger on his hip. All he had to do was get close without her noticing.
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 17:55:48 GMT
Tormin sees the mug fly past him and turns to look for who had thrown it; the human was likely, but he couldn't be entirely certain. He had bigger problems than whoever had thrown the mug, however, as a full-scale fight broke out among the arguing orcs for some reason. Tormin turned to look at this and hesitated; brawls were common, but with one looked like it was breaking out of control worrigly quickly, and meanwhile the elf was still holding her unsheathed sword...
Tormin growled; the elf wasn't attacking anyone yet, so if he was quick, then maybe he could throw out enough orcs before Chinika and the elf tried to kill each other. He turns away from the table and wades into the throng of the bar, grabbing the fighters one at a time and forcibly throwing htem out of the door and into the mud outside.
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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 8, 2014 20:40:38 GMT
The sound of the door to the tavern slamming open was nearly lost midst the the sound of mostly unarmed combat and breaking furniture. It was a real shame, however. It might have even saved a few patrons embarassment. Those who did notice the Guard Captain and his men stopped in their tracks, throwing their improvised weapons onto the ground. The small squad of guardspeople unleashed the power of elemental air, shoving combatants away from each other, locking people to the walls and to the ground, and otherwise stopping the fighting. They waded through the chaos, more forcefully putting down those who refused to cease hostilities. After a short conversation with the bartender, the Captain ordered everyone outside. Each of his squad grilled the malcontents, and they convened among themselves for a while.
When they broke off, he ordered the core of the problem brought to him. The two undead, the waifish LaRou, the odd elf, the human stupid enough to drink his own poison, and the one-eyed kitten. His flame-red fur looked strange in the twisting firelight that lit the entrance to the tavern, his yellow-eyed gaze scanning over all of them. His four back-up guards looked ready to stop anyone who tried to leave, peacefully or otherwise.
"Bar fights happen in this town on occasion, but nothing like this. You, human; You're charged with destruction of property and attempted murder." He shifted his gaze to the LaRou undead, "You are charged with disturbing the public and inciting violence," he looked at the other LaRou, "And you are also charged with inciting violence." The Lunarin's tone brooked no argument. To the other undead, "As for you, slander and threats of damaged property. Elf, you are charged with disturbing the peace. Kittycat, you're on record for disturbing the peace, unlawful use of magic against a non-hostile target, and property damage."
He glowered at all of them. "Now if the situation had been different, I would have you all taken off the court. Unfortunately, it isn't, so that's not what's going to happen. All of you are banned from town until further notice. You're to take Yusaris' caravan out of town immediately. They're heading for the next town on this trade route, and if I find out you left before you get there, I and my guards will see to it you are properly punished. Do you all understand me?"
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Post by anoroath on Jun 8, 2014 21:03:36 GMT
Chinika nods at the man, hoping he'll soon bugger off. She is not very fond of this particular Lunarin, and it is obvious to her, that he is not very fond of their little group either. Despite thinking the charges unfair and untrue, she does not wish to cause a scene. The only thing she is more displeased with than getting banned from the town, is that she now has to travel with this pack of, as she likes to think of them herself, misfits.
"What is the name of the next town Guard Captain? I am keeping logs of my travel, and I'd rather know beforehand."
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Post by brownbear96 on Jun 8, 2014 21:05:55 GMT
It was all Ichabod could do to keep his mouth shut. He was already convicted of the worse crime, being attempted murder, he didn't want to drag himself deeper. He nodded at the captain, showing that he understood the circumstances, and that he would comply. Ichabod turned his head to the cat that had set him on fire, humiliated him, and destroyed months of work. He hasn't ever murdered anyone before, not even in self-defense, mostly because he hasn't traveled much. But, he wasn't about to let this go, at first he thought about showing her just how valuable his poisons could be, but now? Well, she may still find out... she also might not be able to tell anyone else, however.
He pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. They didn't leave, but he knew they weren't important, and that they wouldn't help him. A more efficient course of thinking would be to think of how he was going to recover months of work! That is if they don't plan on executing him, even incarceration would be troublesome. Whatever, he still had a few belongings, his steel dagger, with it's poisoned sheath, his light crossbow (With venom slathered bolts) and about three flasks of acid. Those were all for hunting(Except the flasks) hopefully he could get them back at some point.
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 21:12:39 GMT
Tormin went with the guards quietly, withut protest. It was never a good idea to piss them off any more than they always seemed to be. He doesn't deny the charges they present to him, but at the instruction to escort a caravan between towns, he breaks his silence.
"How much?"
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 8, 2014 21:38:14 GMT
"It's a punishment, we're not getting paid idiot." Lylandra replied folding her arms across her chest. She hadn't even done anything other than make it clear she would defend herself if she was attacked and now she was being punished for it. Fucking Lunarin, probably only doing it because she was an elf.
"We get our stuff back?"
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 21:40:17 GMT
"I'm a senior member of the Black Fox Mercenary Guild. If I'm expected to work, then I expect to be paid for it. Is that going to be a problem, guardsman?"
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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 8, 2014 21:47:40 GMT
Tehrane remained quiet, only offering a nod to show her understanding of the charges. The captain answered, "You'll only be paid if Yusaris decides to pay you. So if you really care, do a damn good job. Otherwise keep your mouth shut. As for your possessions, they've also been given to Yusaris, and he's been instructed to give them back once you reach the next town. Cause trouble for him, or that town, and we will have to get involved again." He pointed to a group of wagons being hitched together by a group of tired, particularly grumpy-looking humans. A pair of Lunarin helped them, and a single undead, a Cherrit with wings coated in blue flame. The Cherrit, lacking any real hands, perched atop one of the wagons, squinting off into the night.
"Captain Firefur!" One of the humans darted away from the assembling caravan. A pair of glasses sat crookedly on his nose, and he pushed them back into place. "I'm not happy you dragged us out in the middle of the night, but I won't complain too much. These are the ones your brother said were going to escort my caravan?" Yusaris ran a hand through his short, blonde hair. "Right, well... There are six of you and three wagons. Pair up with whoever you think you're the least likely to kill on the way and set up near the wagons. And no running off either!"
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 21:56:52 GMT
Tormin turns to the human giving them orders. "You're Yusaris, the one in charge of this caravan?"
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Post by DerpWolf on Jun 8, 2014 22:06:33 GMT
"Yes." Yusaris answers plainly, clearly unafraid and unaffected by the massive undead. Whether it's because he already employs undead, or because he has balls of steel, you can't tell. "Now before you ask, I'm not paying you up front, and I'll pay you if you do a good job. Firefur may be putting you here because you broke the law, but I do pay my guards. Unless we get robbed, that is."
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Post by BrotherDeath on Jun 8, 2014 22:09:36 GMT
"Then I'll ask you what I asked the guard; how much?"
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