Azereiah

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@Azereiah

We shall see. Full loss or partial?

@Trevor1001

Retrograde amnesia. Remembers everything that happened up to and including a head injury years ago. Episodic memory is pretty much trashed.

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Brunhilde

"Mhm."
She was nodding and writing down everything the tavern owner said. "And what did I do?"

The innkeeper's jaw dropped. Was she interrogating him? Trying to keep his mouth shut, maybe?

"Uh... I'm not sure what you mean."
"Exactly what I asked. What exactly did I do?"

The innkeeper was flabbergasted. His tavern was trashed, the remaining Red Banners were probably going to murder him in a week, and here he was talking to some kind of crazy monster who could kill people with a glance. He was sweating bullets, and he couldn't see any way out of it, so he tried to keep her as happy as he could.

"Well... erm... You came in just before the lizard and the sword lady, and stood around for a few seconds before joining the fight."
She tilted her head and tapped her foot a bit, scribbling more on her journal scroll. "And?"

The innkeeper was squirming uncomfortably and shifting back and forth as if he were about to run away. "...And you attacked some guys who were beating up on one of my regulars. Then you sat and... ate lunch. In the middle of the fight. Listen, I really have to get back to work."

He was leaving something out, she felt, but he should probably take a rest anyway. She was sure she'd remember to come back and ask for the rest later. Maybe. ...actually, she was lying to herself there, but she felt bad for the guy. She nodded. "Alright, that's enough. You can go back to your work. Erm... Sorry about the mess. I cleaned up what I could, right? Well, whatever."

The innkeeper rushed back behind his bar and started putting the unbroken bottles back on the shelf fervently, trying to get his mind off the day's carnage. Brunhilde tossed a gold coin marked with the royal crest of Sorvir to the innkeeper to pay for whatever damage she caused, then approached the man the innkeeper mentioned, who was finally waking up. He sounded like he at least knew his way around the town, if nothing else, and he'd probably need some help with... Something. She wasn't sure what.

"Hey. You okay? You seem a little banged up."

@Mag Lev

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<Snipped quote by Trevor1001>

Sure, that is if @Azereiah is okay with it since we've already agreed through PM to team up.

@Mag Lev

I'm fine with it. Sorta wonder how a guy who can talk with animals will deal with an amnesiac air mage.
@Trevor1001

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[Loot all]
[Dump loot]

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Brunhilde

Brunhilde collected her wits after watching the younger ones' chat with the apparent leader of the thugs, and stood up. She worked out from the grisly scene that she'd been involved in some sort of fight. Nobody else was doing anything useful just yet, so she opened the tavern's back door. "I second that notion. I'll be back shortly," she said, and dragged the unimportant Red Banners' corpses out of the tavern.

A couple minutes later, she returned, dragging one of the Red Banners' jackets as a makeshift bag. It was filled with their weapons, valuables, and undamaged clothes, all bundled up and folded neatly. She took whatever daggers and knives she could find for herself, stuffing them into her travel pack, and left the rest of the loot on the floor for all takers. Out the broken window, one could see the bodies had disappeared - presumably into the ocean.

She sat down again and motioned for the tavern owner to come over, and readied her journal and pen. "Could you please tell me, in detail, exactly what happened here?"

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Well, it was a single jet, which flew in a straight line. It's more concussive than normal fire since it's magnesium based so once it hit the man, most of it's firestarting capacity was removed.

Think Deadly Nadder fire. It's almost like a beam rather than a stream. Once it hit the wall it scorched the wall and smothered itself out.

EDIT:

And the stuff Mag just posted

@UrbanEvolution

So basically Ben is Godzilla.

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Because if everything were on fire, everyone would have been killed by Brunhilde absentmindedly adding oxygen to the inferno. :D

Really though, I'd assume that it's some sort of treated wood, since it's a shady pirate town. Wouldn't be much of a town if it all burned down any time some jerk threw a molotov or chucked a lantern at someone's head.

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May I recommend that, instead of a Lighter, Jordan carry one of these things, and a small tinder box? Fits the same function and the rough time period. I could sorta see a hooded jacket, but it would probably be some sort of leather, depending on the culture he's from.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_piston

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Brunhilde

Brunhilde was shocked to see an all-out brawl in the tavern. Fists were flying, weapons were swinging, and blood was getting all over the fine (probably stolen) carpetry. At the center of the brawl was a large group of men in some kind of uniform - perhaps the local authorities?

She stepped into a corner of the room for a few minutes to observe, as a large reptilian creature pulled a much taller, red-haired woman than herself into the room. One of the uniformed men shouted, "Oi! That's the one that raised the ruckus earlier! At the shopkeep! Took 'very thing! Made fools of us!", and the two new ones started fighting as well. The redhead's sword, coated with the blood of her first victim, slung a stream of blood droplets across the room, some of which landed on Brunhilde's cloak, alongside the previous blood stains from the attack on her ship.

Brunhilde was about to leave the tavern when she saw one of the uniformed men kicking an older gentleman who had apparently gotten in the way - it was clear these were not the authorities, and on top of that, they were all thugs. The air grew thick with murderous intent as she focused her will on combat, and she joined the fray.

Not knowing she was a combatant, the thugs paid little attention to the cloaked bundle of fury flinging herself through the air in their direction. Three of them were standing over another bar patron who had joined the brawl and was quickly cut down.

"An' THAT'S wot ye get fer interferin' in Red Bannah busine-"

A boot hit the side of his head mid-sentence and he went down instantly. The other two reflexively swung their weapons at Brunhilde, who was floating through the air like a feather in a tornado. Both missed. She thrust the palm of one hand towards a wall, and a blast of wind came in through a window, shattering it, and slammed them head first into the wall.

Having had her fill of fighting for the minute, she sat at a nearby table that had not yet been overturned, shoving the now-dead occupant of the seat out of the way. Might as well not waste the food he paid for. Delicious steak and some foul-smelling brew that really didn't seem safe for human consumption. She wolfed down everything on the man's plate as blood, beer mugs, and stools flew through the air in the background, until a gauntleted fist landed a blow on her cheek. She hit the table from the force, and the meal was scattered about the ground. Final straw.

She hated doing this, but this bastard had ruined her (stolen) lunch. The air drained from his lungs and a vacuum formed around his head, and he flailed as he tried to catch his breath. She funneled a massive air current down his throat while he was off guard, and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest and screaming silently. Both lungs had erupted from the sudden spike in air pressure.

She looked around the room and was surprised to see a bar fight, with a massive reptilian and a very tall red-haired woman in its midst. There were scorch marks everywhere. A young woman was on the ground - alive, but unconscious, and a young man with shortish hair was sending people flying with his fists. A red bird was circling the room, diving at the other men. Impressive. Almost picturesque. But the people they were fighting were all in uniform. The authorities, perhaps?

She looked down at the man on the ground and fear filled her mind. She'd killed someone and she didn't even know his name - did he even deserve it? What did the man do to her? It was too dangerous to write in her journal without risking it being destroyed, so she started going over the events she could remember in her head, over and over again, still sitting at her now ruined table. The side of her face hurt like hell. Why was this strange mark on her left hand?

@Mag Lev
@UrbanEvolution

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Brunhilde

Some time after the chase began, Brunhilde came across a heavily trodden path leading back towards the coast - a sure sign of a town nearby. The orc, having had to have run with his feet and legs, was out of breath, and collapsed into a heap of annoyance, anger, defeat, and pinecones.

She checked her journal scroll, and re-read the entries she had made for the day. Shipwrecked, expedition team killed, stalked by orc, no food... No food? Annoyedly, she scrawled in blood red ink on the To-Do List in the margin of the parchment - "Go to town, get supplies. Town on road towards coast."

The sun was high in the sky. Midday. It was midnight when the camp was attacked, according to the journal. A long time to travel without stopping. It took her a few moments to realize that the entry stating her camp had been attacked meant that the only people she knew had been killed, and panic began to set in. She absolutely had to find someone who knew their way around - if she didn't, her expedition would never end, and she would likely be stuck wandering for a very, very long time.

She checked her journal again, and realized that finding a town would, indeed, be a very good idea, and thanked her past self for the instruction. The wind was calm, and the air composition tasted... Odd. Too much oxygen, and... Xenon? Argon? She couldn't remember which of the gases identified at her university it was, as the feeling was very similar between them. Despite the odd makeup of the air, it was perfect for wind magic, and she focused on the feeling of the air, burning into it a desire to move towards the coast. A gale kicked up and she was flung down the highway at a breakneck pace.

Along the way, a traveler leading a mule-drawn cart had much of his cargo blown out by the winds, and shouted after her, though she couldn't hear a thing.

Suddenly, a cliff appeared, and she flew over the road's guard rail before she could stop herself. The town was right in front of her - a small port city built around a massive rock formation - and she reversed the winds carrying her, bringing her to a halt just before one of the entrances. A small sailboat nearby was flipped over by the sudden force, dumping the occupant and a few small crates into the ocean. A crudely carved sign nearby labeled the place as "Rockvale."

She checked her journal again, and saw that she had apparently been on her way to a coastal town, and she realized she had reached her intended destination, then listed her arrival in her journal. Perhaps the best place to get something to eat would be a tavern. She set off down the road into town, completely oblivious to the residents' foul appearances.

There was an incredible racket coming from a certain tavern, and her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door.

@Mag Lev