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@EldarionI @Flightless_Soul @Avali @NewShoesForever
Saga practically kicked down the door as he burst back into the tavern, eyes scanning around the tables. Apparently, the musket-man was having a drink with an awkward-looking girl. Also, it looked like the spider had finally gotten the dwarf into her poison webs. Like he cared. He needed his blade. Also, he was still half-drunk.
“Alright, who the fuck’s got my sword!”
On your right, Saga.
His eyes darted furiously to a pathetic-looking man who was at the overturned table, pitifully scrabbling to lift the heavy blade. Saga wasted no time, and began to stomp over to the ragged thing.
Saga, don’t do it–
Too late. In a split second, Saga hit the man with a furious gauntleted hook, knocking out teeth, blood, and the would-be thief’s consciousness. A few shocked gasps arose from the patrons, some yelling at him to get out. Others, however, kept on drinking and laughing. One of them however, a huge man a head taller than Saga, got up from his seat, cracking his knuckles.
Oh great, now look what you’ve started.
Like he can hurt me.
Saga sheathed his sword, unfazed by the monster of a man, most likely a former soldier himself.
“Tin man!” He yelled mockingly, drawing a few laughs. “You come in here and threaten everyone like yer high-born asses do, and after we think we’re safe from yer shenanigans, you come back in and punch Grik’s lights out! Don’t think we’ll just roll over like yer dogs!”
“Like you can hurt me, flabby ass. Hold on, I can just barely tell the difference between you and those whales on the docks!”
That one hurt. The big man’s face reddened, and using the last of his pride, he leaned in close. Saga could smell the stale musk of cheap ale, and see the beads of sweat dotting the man’s face. His voice lowered to a snarl.
“You forget something, Tin Man. Almost every one of us boys in here’s a merc. Battle hardened. We’ve seen city after city fall under our boot. We’ll tear that armor right off you, High-born. And maybe, we’ll take that sword for a prize.”
Saga, you’ve got to calm down, now.
“Many have tried, big guy. All of them have failed. Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Lizardfolk, Giants; None of them could do it. In all of the Five Great Campaigns of Vangard, my armor and sword survived when the others fell. What, in the name of Titania, do you think you can do to ME!”
He yelled that last part, making sure that everyone in the tavern could hear it, even the two upstairs, if they weren’t making too much noise already.
Oh, now you've done it.
Saga practically kicked down the door as he burst back into the tavern, eyes scanning around the tables. Apparently, the musket-man was having a drink with an awkward-looking girl. Also, it looked like the spider had finally gotten the dwarf into her poison webs. Like he cared. He needed his blade. Also, he was still half-drunk.
“Alright, who the fuck’s got my sword!”
On your right, Saga.
His eyes darted furiously to a pathetic-looking man who was at the overturned table, pitifully scrabbling to lift the heavy blade. Saga wasted no time, and began to stomp over to the ragged thing.
Saga, don’t do it–
Too late. In a split second, Saga hit the man with a furious gauntleted hook, knocking out teeth, blood, and the would-be thief’s consciousness. A few shocked gasps arose from the patrons, some yelling at him to get out. Others, however, kept on drinking and laughing. One of them however, a huge man a head taller than Saga, got up from his seat, cracking his knuckles.
Oh great, now look what you’ve started.
Like he can hurt me.
Saga sheathed his sword, unfazed by the monster of a man, most likely a former soldier himself.
“Tin man!” He yelled mockingly, drawing a few laughs. “You come in here and threaten everyone like yer high-born asses do, and after we think we’re safe from yer shenanigans, you come back in and punch Grik’s lights out! Don’t think we’ll just roll over like yer dogs!”
“Like you can hurt me, flabby ass. Hold on, I can just barely tell the difference between you and those whales on the docks!”
That one hurt. The big man’s face reddened, and using the last of his pride, he leaned in close. Saga could smell the stale musk of cheap ale, and see the beads of sweat dotting the man’s face. His voice lowered to a snarl.
“You forget something, Tin Man. Almost every one of us boys in here’s a merc. Battle hardened. We’ve seen city after city fall under our boot. We’ll tear that armor right off you, High-born. And maybe, we’ll take that sword for a prize.”
Saga, you’ve got to calm down, now.
“Many have tried, big guy. All of them have failed. Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Lizardfolk, Giants; None of them could do it. In all of the Five Great Campaigns of Vangard, my armor and sword survived when the others fell. What, in the name of Titania, do you think you can do to ME!”
He yelled that last part, making sure that everyone in the tavern could hear it, even the two upstairs, if they weren’t making too much noise already.
Oh, now you've done it.
Oh my lord, what happened while I was away
I'm waiting for EldarionI and FLightless_Soul
Saga was out of the tavern by now, relieved by his luck. The fact that he got out of there without a scratch was an accomplishment in itself, and especially so with the dwarf looking to fight, and the lady waiting to jab him in the neck with her dagger. Though it might not have turned out like he wished it would, since the dwarf’ll probably be dead by sundown, at the very least, he was safe for the time being. That is, until he noticed a weight missing from his hip.
Hey Saga, I don’t know if you noticed, but you left your sword on that table back at the tavern.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Saga spun around and began walking back to the inn. He’d already been out for a few minutes, so it would take some time. Hopefully, no one stole his sword. If they did, he’d make sure they'd never steal anything ever again.
Nope, just marvelling at your stupidity. Seriously, what knight forgets his sword? Also, did you see that strange man walk in? The one with the musket? Seems dangerous.
A drunk one Seele, a drunk one. Also, I don’t really care about him right now. Those lead balls couldn’t even scratch me anyway.
Actually, that thing could make quite a dent in your suit. And considering its… condition, it might just get through. Just don’t piss him off, that’s all I’m saying.
And when have I ever done that?
Hey Saga, I don’t know if you noticed, but you left your sword on that table back at the tavern.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Saga spun around and began walking back to the inn. He’d already been out for a few minutes, so it would take some time. Hopefully, no one stole his sword. If they did, he’d make sure they'd never steal anything ever again.
Nope, just marvelling at your stupidity. Seriously, what knight forgets his sword? Also, did you see that strange man walk in? The one with the musket? Seems dangerous.
A drunk one Seele, a drunk one. Also, I don’t really care about him right now. Those lead balls couldn’t even scratch me anyway.
Actually, that thing could make quite a dent in your suit. And considering its… condition, it might just get through. Just don’t piss him off, that’s all I’m saying.
And when have I ever done that?
@NewShoesForever
He might also run into Saga on his way out, if you want to use that idea.
He might also run into Saga on his way out, if you want to use that idea.
@Flightless_Soul And he'll be happily drunk and waiting.
@Avali Saga does that a lot with Seele, though he usually takes her advice with a grain of salt.
@EldarionI @Flightless_Soul
Saga, I’m beginning to think that words aren’t exactly your strong suit. Why don’t you just kill them? It’ll be easy enough, and I’m sure that woman’s got a bounty on her somewhere. No honor among the wicked, remember?
Seele, there is a big difference between the lack of honor and mindless slaughter. Also, tell me how I’m to fight the entire city guard once they discover I’ve killed an entire tavern?
Good point.
I swear, even the dwarf’s got better sense than you! If I ever find the man that put you in my skull, he’s going to have a very painful death.
Oh, thanks, love.
Saga let his attention completely fall away from the woman, now turning to face the dwarf. He put his sword down, resting it against the overturned table. At this point, he was fairly confident that there was going to be no fight.
“You’ve got some balls to threaten me, dwarf. Then again, that goes for your whole kin, stupid as ever. You want to rip off my armor? I’d like to see you try.” He directed that last line to everyone else in the tavern, ensuring that they didn't get any ideas.
Saga put on his helmet, ensuring that no axe or knife would pierce his skull that day.
“That woman’s a viper. As soon as your door closes, she’ll gut you with that knife of hers. I know you won’t listen to me, but one warrior to another, just keep your wits about you, if you’ve still got any left, that is.”
He turned towards the seductress, his eyes hidden by the helmet, but still glaring nonetheless. She had the dwarf in her web, and it looked as if he wasn't going to get out. Still, he had some things to say.
“Now, I can save this dwarf right now by cutting you down where you stand. You cannot fathom the strength it takes for me to stay my blade. It would ensure his safety, but being the dwarf he is, he’ll just come swinging at me with those axes. Now, on the other hand, I can leave you to your victim, go back to drowning myself in ale, and I’ll be safe, albeit with a bit of a guilty conscience. But the ale takes care of that anyway.”
Saga chuckled to himself, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his veins.
“You know, woman, I’m really feeling the second option. I’m getting quite drunk, actually. I’ll just excuse myself.”
Saga bent down in a mocking curtsy, and started for the door.
Wait, Saga! What are you doing?
A woman like her is used to getting what she wants. She won’t appreciate it much when her target walks away from her. Also, I’m fucking tired.
Saga, I’m beginning to think that words aren’t exactly your strong suit. Why don’t you just kill them? It’ll be easy enough, and I’m sure that woman’s got a bounty on her somewhere. No honor among the wicked, remember?
Seele, there is a big difference between the lack of honor and mindless slaughter. Also, tell me how I’m to fight the entire city guard once they discover I’ve killed an entire tavern?
Good point.
I swear, even the dwarf’s got better sense than you! If I ever find the man that put you in my skull, he’s going to have a very painful death.
Oh, thanks, love.
Saga let his attention completely fall away from the woman, now turning to face the dwarf. He put his sword down, resting it against the overturned table. At this point, he was fairly confident that there was going to be no fight.
“You’ve got some balls to threaten me, dwarf. Then again, that goes for your whole kin, stupid as ever. You want to rip off my armor? I’d like to see you try.” He directed that last line to everyone else in the tavern, ensuring that they didn't get any ideas.
Saga put on his helmet, ensuring that no axe or knife would pierce his skull that day.
“That woman’s a viper. As soon as your door closes, she’ll gut you with that knife of hers. I know you won’t listen to me, but one warrior to another, just keep your wits about you, if you’ve still got any left, that is.”
He turned towards the seductress, his eyes hidden by the helmet, but still glaring nonetheless. She had the dwarf in her web, and it looked as if he wasn't going to get out. Still, he had some things to say.
“Now, I can save this dwarf right now by cutting you down where you stand. You cannot fathom the strength it takes for me to stay my blade. It would ensure his safety, but being the dwarf he is, he’ll just come swinging at me with those axes. Now, on the other hand, I can leave you to your victim, go back to drowning myself in ale, and I’ll be safe, albeit with a bit of a guilty conscience. But the ale takes care of that anyway.”
Saga chuckled to himself, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his veins.
“You know, woman, I’m really feeling the second option. I’m getting quite drunk, actually. I’ll just excuse myself.”
Saga bent down in a mocking curtsy, and started for the door.
Wait, Saga! What are you doing?
A woman like her is used to getting what she wants. She won’t appreciate it much when her target walks away from her. Also, I’m fucking tired.
@Flightless_Soul @EldarionI
Oh great, now there’s a bloody Dwarf here. Tell me Seele, when were you planning on letting me know?
Sorry, I was looking at the woman.
Of course you were. I think she reached for a knife just then. Can you confirm that at least?
Though I don’t know if it was a knife, she did reach for something.
He turned his attention back to the woman.
“And you still go on and try. Also–” He brought his blade back, holding it near her throat.
“If you think a knife’s gonna kill me, you’re either stupid or an elf.”
Turning his gaze towards the dwarf but keeping his sword on the seductress, Saga felt a faint burst of vitriol. Dwarves were dangerous. If they had their toys. This one didn’t even have his armor.
“And you, dwarf. I’ve fought your kind before. Where’s your armor at? If you had it I might’ve given you a chance. I’m sure you’ve seen what a sword does to leather. But if you want a reminder, you can come over.”
Given the odds, Saga, your chances of winning this fight are small. And that’s if the other patrons don’t join in. Since the woman isn’t on your side, they’ll likely take hers.
Fuck them! If they want to die, let them come!
Saga saw his logic, however, and glared at every patron in the inn. “If you value your life, you better leave. Now. Lest this sword send you to an early grave.”
Oh great, now there’s a bloody Dwarf here. Tell me Seele, when were you planning on letting me know?
Sorry, I was looking at the woman.
Of course you were. I think she reached for a knife just then. Can you confirm that at least?
Though I don’t know if it was a knife, she did reach for something.
He turned his attention back to the woman.
“And you still go on and try. Also–” He brought his blade back, holding it near her throat.
“If you think a knife’s gonna kill me, you’re either stupid or an elf.”
Turning his gaze towards the dwarf but keeping his sword on the seductress, Saga felt a faint burst of vitriol. Dwarves were dangerous. If they had their toys. This one didn’t even have his armor.
“And you, dwarf. I’ve fought your kind before. Where’s your armor at? If you had it I might’ve given you a chance. I’m sure you’ve seen what a sword does to leather. But if you want a reminder, you can come over.”
Given the odds, Saga, your chances of winning this fight are small. And that’s if the other patrons don’t join in. Since the woman isn’t on your side, they’ll likely take hers.
Fuck them! If they want to die, let them come!
Saga saw his logic, however, and glared at every patron in the inn. “If you value your life, you better leave. Now. Lest this sword send you to an early grave.”
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