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Post by lovely corte on Oct 12, 2013 21:22:08 GMT -8
"You mean you prefer a quick death at the hands of a very, very angry Paladin." He said, cocking his head to look at the man. "If you enjoy whatever worm lays between your legs, I advise to shut your fucking mouth."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 12, 2013 21:49:19 GMT -8
Seneca cringed and shielded his crotch out of instinct, 'If I was an elf I wouldn't be living in the slums, I'd be rolling in gold."
Sephora helped him up, "Stop it Seneca, he's gonna hurt you."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 12, 2013 23:53:17 GMT -8
"That's it. Beg and plead for a place. You're a fucking disgrace, pup." He replied. "You earn your fucking place in this world through blood, sweat and determination, reinforced by an iron will and a smart, intellectual resolution."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 13, 2013 0:31:27 GMT -8
"How did you know thats what he's been begging to them?" Sephora asked in a slightly ditzy way.
"Shut it Seph." he said, blushing slightly, "I will earn my place, just you watch motherfucker. And they'll have to accept me and my sister. And take our mother back as their daughter."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 13, 2013 0:57:09 GMT -8
"Stop this, both of you." Lunath looked between the two humans, paladin and boy. "It's senseless to fight. Sir, I'd suggest that if you cannot cooperate and hold your tongue or your hands around the members of our party, you leave it."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 13, 2013 1:30:52 GMT -8
"Your mother is a cum-sucking whore and you and your sister are much the same." Alex said with a voice that barely wavered in his hatred for the two sympathizers to the Elven regime. "Get the fuck off my dick."
"Shut your fucking mouth, prick-ears." He warned. "I've put more of your kind in the ground than you've ever seen fucking stars in the night sky."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 13, 2013 1:33:58 GMT -8
"My kind doesn't matter, and neither does their's," Lunath replied, face straight. "You need to leave."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 13, 2013 1:39:48 GMT -8
"You take that back motherfucker," Seneca said, he quickkly unsheathed two small blades and twirled them around, "Fucking call me whatever you want, but no one calls my mother or sister a whore. My mother is on your side, she could of easily abandoned me and my sister in a gutter and live a life of luxury, she chose to raise two humans despite the consequences."
Seneca turned to Sephora who had timidly raised her staff, in case Kitter took Seneca arming himself as a threat, "Seph, go home."
"What?"
"Go home. I'd never forgive myself if he hurt you. And... if he hurts me, I don't want you to see it."
"No." Sephora said, "Stop treating me like I'm the baby. Hell, I'm older then you. I am going with you whereever you go and no one is gonna stop me, not you or him."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 13, 2013 1:45:20 GMT -8
"I was invited. It is my religious duty." He started. "It is not my fault that two errant pups grace my fucking presence, yearning for a nipple to suckle upon when away from fucking breast."
Upon hearing the sound of metal escaping confinement, he angled his head to side-stare at them before he moved with his whole body. With one motion, he unsheathed his gigantic blade, ornate runes detailing the large metal blade from hilt-to-tip.
"Fuck your mother. Fuck your sister." He warned. "You draw weapon against me, pup, and find yourself torn from this very fucking world."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 13, 2013 1:57:53 GMT -8
A small pathetic whimper escaped Seneca as the large sword was drawn, and the image in his head of him impaled on it. He didn't have a chance to sheathe his weapons though as his sister did it for him, using her staff to levitate them and put them back where they belonged.
"Stop calling me pup..." was all he said, "I'm just as much of a fucking man as you are."
Seneca turned around, Sephora still had her staff raised in case Alexander attempted to take advantage of Seneca not facing him. She knew she couldn't hurt him, but she could stun him and take her brother and run.
"I... I'm sorry if I've offended you Maiden." Seneca said, "Or any of you others. I should of ignored him... but he insulted me in the worst way."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 13, 2013 9:19:03 GMT -8
A third sword was brought up as Seneca left. Lunath, fully armed, stepped in between Alexander and Sephora.
"I asked you nicely. Perhaps you midjudged my intentions. You ARE leaving."
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Post by JW% on Oct 13, 2013 11:57:28 GMT -8
Vsti growled at all the steel having been drawn in this place. Shifting away from the fire two spells were prepared in the draconian mind, rapid transport to escape the upcoming brawl.
From somewhere impossible to tell the scaled hand produced a few coin and placed it on the edge of the bar, letting the glitter attract the servers attention. "Hot tea, please." The rasping voice requested, and had further instructions on how it was to be prepared and served. All this spoken while never taking eyes off of the Knight and the Paladin. The two of them would be physically even matched... the Knight probably the superior... but the Paladin had his faith and conviction, enough to protect him from magick at least long enough to swing that massive blade of his, and a Dragonborn knew better than anyone how fearsome a warrior a paladin truely was. Add in the two knives in the other mans hands and and staff carrying girl and the paladin had a fight here he couldn't win... but one that he wasn't overpowering enough he would back down from without loss of face. No, short of a miracle, this would end at best with one of them beaten senseless from the fighting, at worse with several of them and bystanders dying on a blade.
Hence why the spells being prepared were indirect uses of defensive only magic, which would circumvent the paladins holy resistance and maybe even the others work as well, depending on how clever they were going to be.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 13, 2013 16:52:56 GMT -8
"No let him stay," Seneca said to Lunath. "If he leaves I'll never be able to show him how I'm not the runty pup he thinks I am."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 13, 2013 18:28:41 GMT -8
"Personal plights are not the reason I ask him to leave," Lunath replied, turning his gaze to Seneca, "I ask him to leave because I am afraid of the safety of the party and of the patrons of this inn."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 14, 2013 1:09:23 GMT -8
"Defy me again, Elf. See how quickly you find your cock split from balls." He warned, swinging his blade and embedding it into the ground with a loud retort. He stared at him. "Move."
He took note of the situation at hand and how far the events would play out. Kitter had experience on his side, a life-time of warfare and brutality emphasized by the armor he wore and the blade he carried. The Knight was his primary target.
Well-armored and well-armed, he would prove to be more than just a soft body to carve through like the Runt. The Dragonborn appeared to be much the same, however he only appeared to be intent on watching.
Off to the side, Miri stood close to The Maiden, shielding her with her body, attempting to protect her.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 14, 2013 14:57:14 GMT -8
"Who...are you?" Sephora asked to Kitter. Seneca shielded her when she spoke, afraid of him lashing out at her.
"Like... if you have to travel with us, whats your name?" she continued, "I... I'm Sephora... Sephora Demis. And he's Seneca..."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 14, 2013 15:21:30 GMT -8
"Lord Alexander Kitter of the Free States of Batriel." He responded, glaring at the girl as he leaned onto his blade, breathing deep and steady. "I serve the true leader of Atulmia, King Adon of Tria."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 14, 2013 15:29:31 GMT -8
" A Batrielan.... No wonder he hates us..." Seneca said, " It explains everything."
"Alexander..." Sephora said, " That's a mouthful can I call you Alex?"
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 14, 2013 15:38:17 GMT -8
"I was raised with the Free People of Batriel. I didn't waste my time soaking the cum up from the floor of the Elven regime every chance I got, runt." He said, glaring at him. He turned his gaze onto the girl. "No."
"Fucking pup." He groaned, before he looked at the Elf in-front of him. "You going to strike or what? Years would have passed since you regained the courage to strike a Paladin."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 14, 2013 15:45:17 GMT -8
" That's the only way you can survive being a human in Nahmel," Seneca said, " I can't help not being born in the amazing human wonderland you were."
" So I have to call you by your full name, but you won't call me by mine? my name is Sephora not pup." she said.
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 14, 2013 15:56:12 GMT -8
Kitter would have found that the sword was already replaced in its scabbard, though with a ready hand still on it in case the opposition would pick back up his own.
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 14, 2013 16:48:54 GMT -8
Staring at the Knight in front of him for a moment, Alexander took his massive blade and pulled it from the ground, taking wooden splinters with it as he used his outstretched arm to sheathe the gigantic sword, etched in runes.
He kept it swung over his shoulder, just in-case he needed to take it out in a relatively quick fashion.
"Fuck off." He said to the girl, turning to look at The Maiden once he said it. Miri stood in the way, however, panting and shaking slightly. "I'm going to stress the point that I will not hurt The Maiden. Even if she is an Elf."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Oct 14, 2013 17:11:48 GMT -8
Seeing they were caught up in what looked like a developing brawl, Sinafae quickly made her way over to the Maiden, showing her the emerald gem.
"Sinafae Zauath...It seems I've been chosen to help you."
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Post by Alastor on Oct 15, 2013 1:18:04 GMT -8
The Maiden was stunned, unable to respond to anything around her- not even noticing the albino bard's attempts at talking to her. Hell, it was questionable if she could even hear it in her enthrallment of the brawl. Such savagery- such hate- and yet why was it so strangely appealing to her? Why was it that she couldn't look away from it, even if it horrified her?
A Dwarvish worker passed the Dragonborn mage their drink with a sigh, grabbing the few coins of silver and copper with a sigh as he watched the brawl unfolding before his eyes. "Bluddy heavens, man," He muttered to himself, his voice sprinkled with a heavy Batrielan accent. "Moved outta the desserts to avoid this typ'a thing..."
There wasn't any use trying to break up the fight, either. A nasty brawl between the 'armed warrior' types, especially ones with chips on their shoulders, was always something that lead to death if anyone short of another warrior tried to. And unfortunately, the inn couldn't afford to higher anyone like that lately. It was around this point that the combatants would realize that the majority of the people in the tavern hall had either fled to the other side of the room or left outright.
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 16, 2013 5:39:35 GMT -8
"You should not be willing to hurt ANY of our party members. The maiden is the most important, but her quest relies on all of us."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 16, 2013 14:28:03 GMT -8
"I can get her to her fucking destination by myself. You're all a fucking burden." He continued. "You hesitate in step and choice."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 21, 2013 14:55:01 GMT -8
"You barely know anything about us," Seneca retorted. "And us barely anything about you. You could be bullshitting for all we know."
"With the size of that blade, I don't think he's bullshitting..." Sephora said nervously.
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 21, 2013 15:18:33 GMT -8
"Keep going down this road, pup." He warned. "You'll find out how quickly I am to prove myself to you and The Maiden."
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Post by Alastor on Nov 5, 2013 13:01:18 GMT -8
The Batrielian Dwarf server gave another sigh, making his way out of behind the counter. He moved his way to where the room had gained most of its tension, looking around the room for anything to potentially defuse the situation at least a bit. He took note of the maiden- still sitting in awe. He also took note of the girl's clothing- definitely from the church, and seemingly important, if how overblown the dress was.
"Pardon me to interrupt," The man began, looking up towards Kitter and Lunath. "But I think ya've gottin'a bit too far. Yer scaring that lass over there. She seems kind'a important, given her clothin'."
He motioned towards a still memorized Aleyn before returning his attention to the two.
"Apologies, Lord Kitter and Sir Knight." The Dwarf continued. "Would ya like some drinks on tha house instead'a bashin' each others heads in?"
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Post by lovely corte on Nov 5, 2013 13:07:11 GMT -8
Slinging his blade over one shoulder, the massive ironclad that was Kitter stood rigid, glaring at the aforementioned 'pups' and 'runts'. The blade was almost the size of a fully grown man, larger than the Elf girl stood close to the Maiden's side.
The tension was broken by a stout voice which Kitter turned to face. Unlike his Elven heritage, Kitter had no qualms with Dwarves. In-fact, if anything, there was a mutual bond he shared with them. Stout and loyal, Kitter had more than a few Dwarves in his army.
"Beer." He said, taking his blade and digging it point first into the ground to lean on as he turned to face the Maiden. "Bring your largest mug."
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