Al Drechar [RP]

before Jeeza went as well, she was met with the glares of all the officers


"don't look at me, if he didn't burst in to flames he would be sawn in half and i would be the culprit, but that robed bastard beat me to it" she figured telling a half-truth would be best to back up Sandro's full lie, that she really would have killed the mugger if Sandro didn't act first.


as she went along with Sandro, she just noticed something


"do you think it strange that even though that mugger was armed, he was still crazy to take on not only you, but also to face down a fully armed and armoured Sergal... i don't know if that man was courageous, stupid or just crazy, and another thing, why did those uniformed officers leave me? i thought Sergal were illegal down here"
 
Sandro turned to face Jeeza,with a lopsided smirk. "Be honest. Would a normal man attempt to fight,in their eyes,a ten foot armour plated zweihander wielding monster? The mugger had a few screw loose,certainly,but he was desperate. The guards were perfectly sane. They won't touch you." Sandro dug in his sachel,and retrieved the bag of pop-rocks. "And here you are,Jeeza." He handed her the bag of po-rocks,and said to the rest, "We come bearing sweets! The pop-rocks are Jeeza's."
 
"hrm... when you put it that way, it almost makes me wish i wasn't so imposing in human lands"


Jeeza entered as Sandro made the announcement of sweets, putting in some pop-rocks in her enormous mouth, soon the familiar crackling could be heard coming from her mouth.
 
Sandro and Jeeza returned baring sweets, but Gnasher hadn't noticed the two leave, so as they came around the corner, the confused expression that settled on his face far too often deepened. Quickly the demon doble checked over his shoulder that they really had gone.


"Buh?" he tried asking as they came to the doors, he was so dreadfully lost.
 
Perched on a chair next to Gnasher, Avetic smiled softly at his reaction to their returning comrades. Placing a hand gently on one of his large arms, something she rarely did willingly to anyone, she laughed a tiny bit. "It's okay, Love." Nodding her head, her hand lingered for a moment, before she leaned back into her chair, arms folded in her lap. Her wings fluttered a tiny bit, extending out slightly before settling back down, covering the back of the chair. "In fact, Love, your perfectly fine for not noticing."
 
As quick as Gnasher'd noticed the pair returning, he'd forgotten about it. Avetics soothing words spread the big dumb grin across his face again, and he was back to tracing his finger through the dirt.


Not a moment beyond that, a handful of men came to the tavern, wearing their polished steel armour. It was the silver fist, a rival mercenarial company, though Gnash didn't know that.


"Look, we're here to get the leader of the fang, contract said he'd be here; Alistair said he'd be here. Bastard always knows what he's talking about," one said, probably the leader.


"Well, what was his name again? Smithson or something?" the youngest of the group asked.


"It's Jameson you moron!" a gruff one replied, smashing a gauntleted fist over the boy's head. "Think a wit like that'll help anyone on the battlefield!?"


A muttered, "You keep hittin' me and their won't be much wit left to imprvove on,"


Gnasher looked up as the men squabbled, recognizing a name, and their weapons. A few seconds later he started piecing the sentences together before he said,


"Jhaay?"


The armoured mercs stopped, and looked straight at Gnasher.


"Hey, i'n't that one of them fang members?" the gruff man asked through his fiery red and orange beard.


"Yeah, this's the one that carries all them bags all the time..." the youngest replied.


"Well, we can probably find out where the prick's hiding out at then..." the leader said, drawing his blade, the other two following suit.


When the steel flashed in the sunlight Gnasher realized what these men had been after.


"NO!" the giant bellowed with such force the youngest merc actually toppled, losing his footing, and falling into the hard packed dirt.


The two swords swung with the ease of experience, striking true their first blows into Gnasher's thick hide, doing little damage.


The demon shouted at the two as the youngest stood back up, though a casual backhand sent him spiralling through the air, landing several feet away on the side of the road. After his first strike, Gnasher just charged, aiming to bowl over the two men.
 
"GNASHER! HOLD!" Sandro spoke with the authority that his age commanded. He pulled two flasks from his bag,but kept his distance. The flasks contained swirling gasses;one green,one that appeared to be smoke. "If you seek Jameson's death,then you are suicidal. Leave,now. Or there won't be anything left to identify your remains."
 
Over the sounds of combat, Gnasher didn't hear Sandro the first time. He'd been attacked, now he wouldn't back down until he drew blood himself.


The leader dodged out of the way of the giant's bullrush, though the other man was flattened. Turning, Gnash grabbed the man around the chest, flipped him over, and was about to drive him headfirst to the hard dirt, muscles rippling as he heaved, sucking in a great breath.
 
"GNASHER! DROP HIM,AND COME BACK!" He addressed the Silver Fist. "Leave or be erased. I won't say it again!"
 
Gnasher looked up, muscles still bunched, the order came through this time, and he paused, waited a moment, then tossed the man casually over his shoulder, leaving clear imprints where his fingers had crushed the fine steel plates. The demon didn't relax though as he passed the leader of the group, snorting in his face, the fetid air causing him to cough and gag, barely keeping from retching inside his helm.


He didn't seem impressed that he had to stop crushing these men, they'd come to kill one of his own, and had attacked him. Why did things always have to be so complicated?
 
Watching the scene unfold rather amusingly, Avetic stayed off to the side, not once doubting Gnasher could easily take care of them without anyone else stepping in, or even the thing getting seriously injured. As Sandro shouted out orders out after the demon, then addressed the Silver Fist, she sighed softly before pulling out a small soft bag that smelled of the ocean. Tossing in her hand a little, she leaned one arm against the table and lazily stared at her make shift ball.
 
Jeeza drew her great blade, standing up.


"a battle... just what i needed"


she let out a Sergal Battle cry, then glared at the thugs, hopefully getting the attention of some as she charged, her blade pointed in front of her.
 
Sandro muttered something foul and ancient under his breath,and put the highly destructive acid and paralyzer cloud flasks back in his sachel,and instead,drew a flask filled with a white liquid,with a mist above the liquid line in the flask. "I think this would be a good time to test my latest concoction..." He hurled the flask at one of the Silver Fist goons,and it shattered at his feet. The goon called out, "Work on your aim,pops! Hey..What sorcery is this!?" His legs were beginning to become encased in ice,and Sandro smirked. "Exactly as I thought. Gnasher,charge. Leave one alive. We need to get some answers."
 
Now he was told to crush? Crush he could do... and so Gnasher charged again, alongside the Sergal this time, aiming for the captain the only one he hadn't hit yet.


"C'mon big fella!" the merc shouted in taunting response as he tried to jump aside the charging giant, but didn't expect to find the steel-like arm to meet him as he turned to watch the Gnasher pass. Hitting the human from behind, and slinging his entire arm into the effort, the polished helm folded in on itself, letting a bone filled bloody mush spray out the visor.


He roared, running after the novice now, who had turned tail to flee.
 
Jeeza sped up, she rivaled Gnasher in size, but she exceeded him in speed and skill, for Gnasher was like a battering ram and hit like a hammer, but Jeeza was a Sergal, weaker than gnasher but she was swift.


she kept her head low, using her pointed snout to reduce air resistance and using her tail to keep her ballanced and so she could do sharp turns.


it happened so fast, that the one retreating soon found a great hand on his ankle as he ran, and in an instant, he was hoisted up, upside down, Jeeza held him up so high that his upside down head became equal to her chest, before he could do anything he felt the cold steel of her blade on his face, not penetrating him, just sitting there, ut the message was clear "try anything and i cut your head in half"


she raised her voice to those back at the tavern and Gnashes back down the street


"i got him!"


she began walking back, the upside down merc hanging from her tight grip.
 
Gnasher had kept running, though with no hope of catching up with the sergal. Not long after he'd been caught, Gnasher lumbered around the corner, and slowed to a stop in the heavy, thudding steps that always preceded his presence anywhere. It was only in the mud of the roads that one would notice the mass the giant truly carried, as in deep mud, he left footprints deeper than most siege engines wheel ruts. Even heavy as he looked, Gnasher was beyond that, as regular laws didn't apply to demons. Coming onto the soft dirt of the road, he stepped on an abandoned shovel, snapping it like a twig.


"Jheee?" the simpleton asked, motioning to the mercenary in her hand.
 
Jeeza smiled to gnasher, she liked gnasher, he was like a big child in her eyes, and cuddly too!


"Yes gnasher, i got 'im!"


after saying this she put a hand on his shoulder


"its okay gnasher, you would have definately caught him, i just happened to gethim first.... come on, lets go back, i'll give you some candy"
 
Jameson was upstairs cleaning his armor and sword when he hears the commotion downstairs. He's kinda half-naked, and doesn't want to go down there, so he simply yells, "What's going on do-" When he is inturrupted by an assassin that snuck in through his window that Jameson had open, and behind him and dabs a chloroform-soaked rag over his mouth. He immediently passes out and falls over onto the assassin who picks him up. The Assassin smiles evily and says quietly, "Yes, sleep, it will all be over soon." He then proceeds to laugh aloud and catches his self before he can get too loud. "Damn, didn't mean to do that... Better get out of her quick."


(Damned writer's block, also I have to go soon Dx)
 
as Jeeza arrived back with Gnasher, she held up her catch "got him..."


in a darting move, eeza punched the failed merc int he knee, letting out a loud "SNAP" and a scream from the merc


"...so he won't run if he somehow gets the chance"


jeeza then swung the merc around, and slammed him on to the table, the merc was on his back and obviously in pain, but still allert and responsive.


"shall we interogate? or can i keep him for dinner?"
 
(I'm posting this on Rid's behalf since he's having some problems right now, I'm just posting this up for him using msn to get his message)


"Gnasher, watch that one," Sandro ordered, motioning to the merc still frozen to the dirt outside.


Nodding to Jeeza, the lich comes up to the table, pulling two flasks out of his bag, one glass phial filled with what seemed to be water, with a cork stopper, the other, a red mixture; and held them tauntingly over the mercenaries head, dangling them before his eyes.


(Like I said, posting with rid's permission)
 
Caylx had spent some time in the city of Koriana, despite its dirty and ruthless streets not to mention the slums that she had passed earlier. She would have moved on by now, but she spent the duration of her time thinking about the offer she had received. A mercenary group had apparent need of her, and they had extended their offer towards both herself and Zykx. The gigantic bear waddled next to her, trying to keep pace with her short stature despite the fact he had four legs that were longer. Extending her palm, she itched behind the bear’s ear only for him to shake her off, sniffing around once again.


With a smile, she kept her eyes on alert too as she looked for the person who had asked her to join the crew. Eventually she had brought herself to admit she did want to join this crew, her nomad culture making travelling easy and there was the added aspect of journeyman. Caylx really couldn’t remember where to meet the group though, as she hadn’t really been paying attention to the offer when it was made. The bear beside her was trying to help with his nose, and she kept her eyes peeled for the man who claimed to be one of the leaders of the group.


The bear growled low in his throat, but Caylx didn’t really need the notion that they were approaching the group. The inn that the bear was motioning to almost gave off a vibe, although the run down building looked as bad off as those next to it. The thing that was different, was that there was a dead body lying in the street, and the shorter girl knelt by it. Sticking her fingers in the mud next to the strangers face, she looked at her bear who simply huffed in response. Then, Zykx stood up on his hind legs at the same time she stood, the 12 foot animal looking gigantic in comparison to the dwarf.


With a rather curt nod, the two of them headed into the inn, Caylx looking around at the semi destroyed interior and the patrons. She didn’t spot the man she was looking for right away, but Zykx’s nose was never wrong, Uldyr must have been here. The bear didn’t back down quite yet, sniffing around before he growled and she approached the group ahead of him. Interested in the scene that happened before she had entered she approached the man, who seemed out of the mess (Garnej),


“Excuse me… but what’s happened here?” she looks around for emphasis.


[[OoC: Just an FYI, everyone…Nobody knows Caylx is a part of The Fang yet, and only Uldyr is aware of the request…since he made it. (AKA, Nobody knows her, she’s a complete outsider, along with her bear :3)]]
 
Jeeza responded immediately, grawing her huge blade and taking a ready stance, glaring at the big bear and the dwarf, in truth she was more worried about the dward, the bear was big, lumbering and each move was clearly telegraphed, an easy kill with a blade, but this short one looked like she could dodge, and a quick person could poke her through her armour with a blade.


she gave off a slight "hiss" at the dwarf and bear, and her sword's blade began to glow red a bit, closer inspection would reveal tiny, fierce magical flames.


"some hired thugs happened, and "The Fang" happened to them..." almost as if to prove her point, Jeeza bared her teeth at the dwarf, remembering the dwarven bombers who caused quite a headache for the Sergal forces in other lands... she liked dwarves, their meat always fell off the bone with a little roasting, and bears had a pelt perfect for warm clothing... but jeeza wouldnt make a move unless ordered to, or unless this dwarf or her bear did something first.


"what about you, dwarf? what brings you to a place like this? behind all the respectable establishments and whatnot..."
 
As the dwarf arrived, Gnasher was on his way out, to carry out Sandro's orders. The merc frozen to the ground outside needed watching, so watch him Gnasher would do. Disregarding the druid and her familiar, Gnasher brushed by as he squeezed out the door, and took his seat in the dirt again, tracing lines in it with the tip of one massive finger, waiting for the man to try to run.
 
Garnej looked to the young dwarf, and offhandedly says. "Some poor fools decided to fight with some members, not realizing how protective Gnasher is of friends... Wait, do I know you? Are you one of the Fang? Because, I had thought I met all the members already." He looks around, and more closely inspects the mess and the patrons. "Well, no need to fret about it. And Jeeza? There is no need to get violent with random people. Here, let me buy both of you drinks." Garnej walks up to the bartender and orders 2 rounds of drinks.
 
The first thing Caylx saw after her posed question was a weird looking…monster exit the scene with a rather dull-look on his face. Quirking her brow, her hazel eyes met with a Sergal next and she almost felt her face tighten in guilt. Although she and her nomad brethren were not a part of the revolution against their kind, the hate for dwarves in Sergal was easy to spot. Zykx had fell back down to all four legs again, and lumbered next to her while she stared at the female who seemed to hiss in response.


Her blade glowed red, and Caylx only lifted her head a bit higher, not backing down from her simple question. "Some hired thugs happened, and "The Fang" happened to them..." the sergal answered and bared her teeth in response. The way she had answered almost made her sound like an enemy to the fang and Caylx narrowed her eyes slightly. Her past was asked of next, and she remained silent although she would have been cut off by the man who she had asked first.


The man explained that ‘Gnasher’, had taken out some men that had decided to mess with the members and then asked her if she was one of them. He had apparently met all the members already, and she shook her head to be honest, she hadn’t had the chance to agree yet. Then readily, he seemed to talk to the woman she had a confrontation with and it had hit her, both he and the Sergal were members…


“Alright” she agreed, staring at him more carefully now.
 
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