Fantasy as we wander

[MrMopp]

<Agh! Ok, now- heh- now listen we need to- hee hee- would you- now hold on we can't- thbt! Hee-Hee-he! Please, seriouhaHaHAHAHeHe! Would- would you- ge-entle nowhohoho! ow!- that- OW! Sore spot. Alright, alright that's enough!>


Gray stood up. My word! What did he just sign up for? He had dealt with crazy human children before, (he lived in a families home, once) but he had completely forgotten how INSANELY energetic Kitsune youth were. (Ask anyone who has raised a wild animal from infancy, it's like giving a puppy a can of Red Bull).


<i good learner, Mister Fishy Fox> The tiny tornado squeaked.


Gray gave him a bemused smile. <I Fishy Fox? You SMELL fishy.>

 

[albin0fox]

The little ball of energy suddenly halted all movement, blinking twice before whimpering a whimper of true, pure happines.


<thank you.> the kit replied in earnest, eyes wide and sparkling as if hed just been given the compliment of a lifetime. To smell as devine as a fish, well...that had to be his crowning acheivement to date!


It was then that his meal decided it might be more comfortable in his stomach, so the tiny fox picked up the floppity deceased creature and took a hefty bite from it right there on the side of the street. Momentarily he winced as the extremely loud building across from them doubled in volume possibly going completely off the decible scale. <that watering hole always so loud>

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

"I'm glad you brought that knife to my throat."


The elvish woman watched as Kalth grinned, and than calmly sat himself atop of the white bed. There was a small creak as his body relaxed against the mattress, causing Ayrenn's ears to wince at the sudden noise. Chuckling yet again, the elf pushed off from the wooden frame behind her, and now stood in the middle of the doorway. Her silhouette blocked the bright glare of the tavern's hallway.


"Well, Kalth... I should probably get going. I have a prince to catch after all. Perhaps we will cross paths someday." The assassin than winked at him before taking a few steps out of the small room. She flashed him a mischievous grin before calling back to him:


"I'll be staying for a little while longer. Come down and have a drink with me when ya feel like it."


And with those final words, Ayrenn disappeared from his view, and padded down the stairs carefully. The cheering and merriment of the drunken men filled her ears, and she found her usual irritation flooding back to her. Stepping down from the final step, Ayrenn prepared to have a seat at the bar, until she realized who was now standing in her way.


"There you are." Kelaina blocked her way, a hand on her hip as she stared mockingly at Ayrenn. The assassin immediately spat a harsh curse in her direction, pushing past the b*tch and heading towards the tavern doors. But of course, the black haired elf stopped her. Kelaina had drawn out her sword, and was pointing it at the back of Ayrenn's neck. The tip prodded her skin ever so slightly.


"Ah, ah, ah. You're not going anywhere. Not until we finished what we started." Kelaina growled, a smile on her face. The anger in Ayrenn ignited like gasoline being poured onto a flame, and the deadliest of looks was held in her murderous gaze. But Kelaina couldn't see that now could she?


A wicked idea popped into the assassin's head, pushing the anger aside and letting a devilish smile creep onto her face. Whipping out her sword as well, Ayrenn turned around and pointed the lethal weapon right back at her. The men in the tavern noticed the two armed women standing in the middle of the tavern, and immediately began calling out bets left and right in drunken tones.


"Aye! 20 silva' on the black err'ed one!"


"Ya' call that a bet, mate? 200 gold on the blonde woman, 'here!


The tavern burst into a fit of hearty laughter, continuing to place bets until they were at a price of at least 800 gold. A new man had walked in during the middle of the boisterous chatter, settling himself at an empty table in the back and watching with amusement. He wore expensive clothes trimmed with hare and fox fur, and three golden metal rings on each of his fingers. Suddenly leaping up, he met Ayrenn's gaze and grinned wildly.


"4,000 gold for the victor!" His voice broke through the deafening voices of the drunken men, causing them to stop and gape widely at the newly called wager. The men roared with cheering, yelling:


"Fight, fight, fight!" -towards the two elvish woman. Instantly, Kelaina sprang hungrily at Ayrenn and swung her sword quickly. Their weapons clashed together with multiple sounds of clings and clangs as the metal swords collided with one another. Ayrenn held off the black haired elf's attacks with little effort, pushing Kelaina back until her legs brushed against a wooden table behind her. Their swords locked in place, the two elves staring at each other through the blades. Kelaina's arm began to shake, and seeing this, Ayrenn unlocked her sword with a sharp shriing and roundhouse kicked the woman straight in the face. Kelaina flew backwards across a few tables, falling onto a table surrounded with drunken men. The table snapped in half with her collision, spilling it's drinks and gambling games all over Kelaina as she lay on the ground.


Groaning quietly, the black haired elf was helped up by a few drunken men who rose her to her feet. Ayrenn faced her, a wicked smirk on her face as she continued to point the weapon at her from across the room.


"Given up yet?" The assassin taunted, laughing loudly when Kelaina ignored her and lunged straight for her chest. Doing several back handsprings backwards, Ayrenn avoided the sharp tip of the weapon and landed swiftly. The men cheered loudly, screaming encouraging words towards the blonde elf. Becoming angrier and angrier by the second, Kelaina let out a screech of irritation and smacked her weapon against Ayrenn's. But it was obvious the black haired elf was growing tiresome.


Seeing her chance, Ayrenn brought her weapon down hard onto Kelaina's, causing the sword to slip of out of her grasp and skid across the floor. Poking the sharp sword at the elf's throat, the assassin grinned as she saw the fear on Kelaina's face.


"We have our winner!" A man screamed who was now standing on the table, raising his mug to Ayrenn. The men joined in on the screaming and yelling, each of them raising their drinks to the assassin and taking several big gulps. A few of the men passed out on the floor, causing more laughter from the men. A bard in the back began to play his flute furiously, and Ayrenn smiled widely as a huge man came up to her, picked her up, and placed her on his shoulder. The men cheered once more.


"AYE! Get 'er a bloody drink, you!" A man yelled at Lucian, who chuckled and grinned at the drunken lot. Grabbing a mug, the bartender poured the caramel colored liquid, and passed it to Ayrenn right as the huge man set her down.


"Oi! You deserve it!" The man patted her back and returned to his place among the boisterous men.


Raising her glass, the assassin laughed as more cheering begun, and she took a long swig of the drink.

 

[MrMopp]

As hungry as Gray was, he couldn't stop to eat until he knew that the prince wasn't getting killed by another bounty hunter. Plus after the kits affection spree, a crowd was starting to gather.


<can't stay here,> he explained. <need go talk to other human. Other human very...> how do describe a magic aura in such a simple language. <very bright? Very shiny?>


(That is assuming the little guy can see magic like Gray).

 

[albin0fox]

<SHINEY?> his ears perk up and twitch with excitement. <yes yes. We talk to shiny! I looove shineys> as if to punctuate just how much he loved said shiney humans, he lifted his head and pressed it flat against greys, nose to nose. Such great excitement overcomes this tiny foxes mood, that it takes on a near corporeal form as he gulps down the rest of his fish at turbo speed and zips right over beside his new friend in a cartoonish manner. <toooooo the shiney!> he thrusts a paw out as if leading a Calvary charge.

 

[MrMopp]

... Note to self, don't walk past the jewelers shop.


<Alright let's-> and before he could finish, little ball of energy zoomed off.


And back.


And back into the distance.


And back.

 

[Htiaf]

Harroc smirked and began to pace slowly around the paralyzed boy, treasuring every look of horror on the prince's face.


"Ah yes, now would be the point where I pull out the knife and begin torturing you." He reached into his cloak and tossed a few daggers to the side. "Who needs knifes when you have these?" He held his hand in a fist, and watched Lineal's expression as long claws began to extend from his knuckles.


Chuckling, he stepped forward. "Yes, we white dragons are rather well know for our cruelty, aren't we?"


He reached a hand up to Lineal's face, and caressed his cheek almost lovingly. "And it seems like you need some punishment." He tilted his hand, and dragged it down his hand down his face, a wicked smile appearing on his face as he left four deep and painful cuts.


"How does that feel, huh?"

 

[MrMopp]

<SHINY! Come on, Fishy Fox ! We talk to shiny!>


<Yes, yes! I hurry, I hurry,> said Gray as he quickly trotted down the road. <but patience! Am not young any more. I tire fast.> Sheesh! Gray was beginning to wonder who was more committed to finding the Prince.


What was so special about the boy anyway? Well, obvious answer was the that he radiated so much Fae magic that it hurt to look at him. But what does THAT mean? He obviously couldn't use it very well other wise he'd be shrinking his enemies instead of running from them. Still, it intrigued him. This was definitely worth looking into, one way or-


Gray did a double take. Something thing in the ally caught his eye. A body, and it had magic swarming it. <wait little one! i see something!> he walked up to it, cautiously. Well, if it wasn't the draconic brawler from earlier. And what was this? A holding a spell? He could could see that the magic that blocked her energy flow had a similar signature as hers. A little family feud, perhaps?


Whatever the case, Gray knew how to neutralize the spell. Trying to release the bonds would be difficult. It had orders to be concrete and unmoving. And reading the patterns, he could see that it had been cast verbally, so it was inclined to heed only the masters voice. But perhaps if he could persuade it to bend a little, and if he used the language of its caster (good bet he was a dragon), it might be inlined to listen.


<melt> he said in Draconic, speaking with a soothing yet powerful voice. <flow through your captive like a river. She is of the casters blood. Heed her. She has inherited you>. And with that, the bonds dissolved into her.

 

[Ian Temero]

It's been sometime since I last killed a person. The young girl thought to herself as she dragged the magically paralyzed body of a nun up the tower steps. While it had felt good to spill blood after so long, slaughtering defenseless church workers and worshipers had not been anywhere near as satisfying as slaying warriors in honorable battle. But it hadn't been her choice this time.


Opening the door at the top of the stairs, the sixteen year old tossed the nun into a corner of the room and walked over to the ledge. From there she could see the entire city. She could see the smoke rising from the blacksmith's shop, the guards walking along the wall, the nearly empty marketplace, the two foxes trotting down the street, the half-dragon laying on the ground, and the white haired man playing with his prey. Just a normal, peaceful day in Aquilonia she assumed. Well, it was time for it to come crashing to a stop.


She held out her hands and a bag materialized out of thin air into them. Tossing it above her head, she shouted "Svent shio batobot waph!" <Kill all that live!> and the the bag exploded, scattering its contents across the entire city. Where each dragon tooth landed the earth stood up and attack anything that moved, fires walked out of their braziers and ignite buildings, and water crawled out of its wells. She turned to the large bronze bell hanging behind her, one last fang in her hand. "Svent shio batobot confn leirith." She placed the fang against the cold metal and the bell absorbed it. Now she was ready to begin.


The child turned back to the nun, a long, curved dagger in her hand. "Let's get started!" She chimed cheerfully, before slitting the woman's throat.


(These mindless monsters are NPCs, so have fun with them.)


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Lineal would have screamed if he had been able to, the cuts burning and the warm blood trickling down his cheek. While it was true that Harroc had the advantage, the dragon had made one huge mistake. The daggers.


Slowly the blades began to lift of the ground, turning to point at Harroc's back. They had barely gotten a foot of the ground however when earth exploded. Within seconds a eight foot tall monster made completely of stone towered above them, the daggers sticking out of its left hand like claws, staring down at the white haired man below it.

 

[Htiaf]

Harroc smiled at Lineal and began to talk again. "Your sister had always fascinated me. So powerful, so evil, and yet she would travel with someone like you?!" He shook his head in disgust. "What a waste of talent. And time. And space. And so, I think I shall-eh?"


He glanced behind him, and his mouth went dry as a horrible, huge, thing, easily 1 foot taller than him, glared down at him. Instantly, he knew he had lost.


"Ah." Was all he had to say, before he went flying across the roof tops, losing all concentration on the spells he had cast earlier.


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Rakela instantly shot up, swearing her head off, the air around her growing cold with magic about her. Angry magic.


"Damn it Dad! How-why- oh hi thanks- the prince! We have to find my dad, right now!"


She began to run in the direction that he had went, but stopped short when she saw her dad flying through the air, having absolutely no time to pull out his wings.


Rakela watched in amazement as he crashed into a building, and crumpled to the ground, not moving.


Now grinning, she offered an arm to the Kitsune. "I'm gonna go find the prince. Wanna come? If so, I think you're gonna need a boost."


She ducked as a hulking monster hurtled itself at her head, and she grabbed it by the neck and threw it- hard.


Then she smiled at Gray.

 

[Ian Temero]

Okay, so some thoughts on what the different elementals/ golems.


Earth

These are the largest and toughest of the constructs, being eight feet tall and made of pure rock. Luckily they are very slow. These are also the most common.


Wood


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The second most common of the constructs. These tend to look like sloppy human sculpture made out of planks of wood and vary in size. These are the weakest.


Fire

The smallest and fastest of the bunch. These guys ignite everything that they touch. Being made completely of fire they are difficult to beat. There are only a dozen or so of these guys.


Water

The most dangerous of the constructs . Being made of water they can not be harmed by any weapon but can still hit you like a hammer or envelop and drown you.. Their size depends on how much water is near them. There are only three of these in the whole city.

 

[MrMopp]

Gray wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he did know that he had a defenseless kit with him and that the monster the dragon-born had thrown was getting back up.


"Yes. Take us both." <little one, wing-human is carrying us.>

 

[Htiaf]

Nodding, Rakela knelt down and set the two foxes on her shoulders, and then quickly snapped her wings out.


"Hold on tight!" She took flight, quickly scanning the area. Spotting the prince, Rakela lightly landed on the roof above the boy.


"You alright?" She called down, an icy wall shooting up between her and a fire golum incoming.


She hopped down, and set the two Kitsune down(who, by the way, miraculously had not fallen) on their feet.

 

[MrMopp]

The fact that Rakela still HAD two foxes on her shoulders was due to Gray throwing himself over the back of her neck to catch the kit before the wind blew him away, and then her grabbing Grays hind foot as he started slipping. Gray probably got a few white hairs from that.


Rakela set him down. He set the kit down, and then scowled at Rakela with ears flat."You-GNEK-GEk!- IDIOT FLYING MONKEY! "HOLD ON," YOU SAY?!- GNEK-nek-gek-gekrrr..." he inhaled sharply and let out a huff. "Look" he tried to explain calmly, "we are FOXES, not CATS. Our paws aren't DESIGNED for clinging. We BOTH nearly FELL!"

 

[albin0fox]

The smaller kitsune, wide eyed and trembling simply stands there, staring off into nothing in horror. "...M m m m muwee..."

 

[Beaurmont]

(Pardon my non-existence, I forgot that I needed to reply to boss lady's post. x3)


*Can't really think of anything for Kalth to do. I'll just have him sit on the bed with a small grin on his face*


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Argo was surprised at how quickly she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the lips passionately. He wasn't prepared and fell onto the floor with Eva still on his stomach. She may not even have noticed, Eva seemed quite into it. Without thinking Argo threw his pint and held on gently to Eva's back, bringing her tighter. You could hear shouts from the crowd, excited to no end, whistling and hooting all the while. A lot has happened today, it was a pretty normal day at the tavern. Should I be-Could I-What-Argo kept thinking, he knew that he definitely liked the kiss but never experienced anything like this. He's had his share of nights with random women, but what about one you actually care about? It had never crossed his mind.

 

[albin0fox]

I tremble ever so slightly, entirely surprised, and not, at how amazing it feels to kiss, not just a peck on the cheek, but really kiss the man im now sprawled over. I somewhat wish I was sober, so I could put all the flying hubbub of thoughts in my head to order, but then...I probably wouldnt be enjoying myself this much. It makes me wonder, what it would be like to really dedicate myslef to someone...instead of my usual one night stands, I can just picture what it would be like


Another shiver goes through me, and another...and another? I pull up suddenly looking around, and theres another one. It wasnt me trembling...


It was the tavern.


"Argo...argo I think something is wrong.. the tavern is...shaking." I trail off and look right at him, eyes wide with worry. Not much can make a building tremmor. Only two things I can think of in my present state of mind. Dragons and


"GOLLUMS!!!!" one of the men shriek, running in through the door. "WERE UNDER ATTACK!!" A few moments of silence...And all hell breaks loose. 
I look around, seeing the panic through somewhat doubled vision. I couldnt function drunk...I needed a shock of adrenaline. And so I look down at Argo, lookig deadly serious. "Argo, luv. This may sound odd, but I really need you to punch me in the face."

 

[Beaurmont]

Kalth sat upon his bed, zoning out, deep in thought. Inside his head Kalth was having sort of argument with himself, trying to understand what his next ambition should be. It was a mess, duty and pride bashed against passion and excitement, bringing an all out war within him. The contract came to mind, telling him what he needed to do, he's never failed a contract before. It was not a job simply thrusted at him, it was fate bestowed upon him by Thanatos himself. Would he abandon his faith? Would he abandon his god for a simple...for...Ayrenn. When the name came to mind warmth returned to the cold of his chest. He grinned, the way she smiles wickedly when scheming just made Kalth smile. The way she looked at him, made his body shake. He's shaking quite a lot right now. Wait. Kalth snapped out of his deep thought, it was not him shaking but the tavern itself. He jumped up from the bed and ran to the window, seeing large golems strolling about the town causing destruction and panic. "SHIT!"


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The tavern began to shake a tremendous amount, turning from subtle shivers to loud tremors. This was the second time the Earth shaked, and it wasn't caused by Argo's stomp. He looked around the tavern, men were in a panic, too drunk to function. Sadly, his girl Eva was the same way. She looked down at him, this...dark seriousness was seen across her face. It almost didn't fit the face of the beauty before him. "Argo, luv. This may sound odd, but I really need you to punch me in the face." An intense pain was felt within Argo's chest. He has never stricken a woman in his entire life. Punch her? He looked her in the eyes, contemplating the complexity of the situation. "Eva. I will do as ye ask, but I must warn ya. Even you might not get up from this. I don't like to brag in the slightest, but not many men can take a punch from mi fist." He wanted to beg her not to, maybe try something else. It will hurt Argo more than it will hurt her.

 

[albin0fox]

I roll my eyes with an exasperated growl, mostly at myself. Asking argo to punch you in the face was basically suicide. "Right, just...maybe" it was getting harder and harder to think. The combination of heavy booze and the leftover endorphins from that...Gods if that hadnt been one hell of a kiss! Fuck the room was spinning now focus focus! "Just...lightly slap my face, or somethin. Unless ya got a beter idea. I need ...i need somethin to kickstart my adrenamiline." Im starting to slur again, not good. I swear im never drinkin again. Oh gods now im just thinking crazy!! Im sorry grog!!!


I tense up eyes squeezed shut...I know its gonna hurt...a lot.

 

[Beaurmont]

Kalth turned towards the doorway to his room, hearing the screaming coming from downstairs. The drunk fools have no idea what to do. He backed away from the window by a few feet and was prepared to jump when something hit him. That elf has my weapons. He face-palmed his mask and began running down the stairs. I swear on Thanatos that I will have her head some day. As he reached the bottom of the steps he walked into a room of men and woman running around in circles, looking like flustered chickens. If he wasn't in a situation of impending doom, he might have actually chuckled. Kalth began running through the crowd, trying to find either Eva or Ayrenn. One has his weapons, the other he wants to protect. Some drunkard ended up spilling his pint all over Kalth's back, drenching him in the drink. It made his skin crawl. "You...blasted..." He whispered, wishing death upon the men in the room. He then noticed a barmaid sitting upon some sort of giant...cushion? Bag? Or...Argo. F***


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"Just...lightly slap my face, or somethin. Unless ya got a beter idea. I need ...i need somethin to kickstart my adrenamiline." Argo listened to her words, she couldn't think straight at all. Asking him to hit Eva was not logical. Argo lifted Eva up off his stomach and slowly raised himself from his back, getting onto his feet. He placed Eva back on his shoulder, looking around the tavern. He could see the objection in Eva's face, she wanted Argo to hit her. It was simply not something Argo could do. "Oi, I can't even smack ya love. However, I know that a little shock therapy can focus yer mind. If he could find something to scare her, something sharp he could poke her with, somethi- He paused when he noticed a man starring right at him. Is that the man I threw through the roof?

 

[albin0fox]

Argo, I decide, is indeed the biggest hunk of chivalry ive ever met. But that wasnt gonna help me sober up. Im dunk, scared, and angry all at once and somehow still able to think halfway logically. I kow its isnt smart, but hell I couldnt waste any more time. "Argo im really sorry about this..." I grab one of the edges of his chest plate, rear my head back and smash it hard enough against the metal to put a small dent into it.


"Ohhh...oh gods..." I clutch my head, and stumble to the floor, tears leaking from my eyes as I try to shake it off as fast as I can. "Lokis left nut that...ooohoho gods..." I groan and pick myself up with the slightest sway, a small trickle of blood inching out of my hairline and between my eyes, now alert and almost back to thier normal blaze of ginger fire. "Oi." I shake my head one more time. "Your armor okay?"

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

It was as if time had slowed itself. The last droplets of wine ran down Ayrenn's throat like rain on a window, her hand setting the cup down on the bar surface with a gentle clink. The men continued to laugh, a look of drunken glee on each of their rough faces. Lucian had a bottle in his hand, the caramel liquid sloshing around against the tainted glass inside.


And than... That was when all hell broke loose.


"GOLEMS!" A man screamed from the entrance of the tavern doors. Time suddenly sped forward, the assassin sitting at the bar leaping to her senses at the shriek. Her eyes widened in confusion, frantically scanning the floor as her thoughts raced like a machine. That was when it suddenly hit her.


"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"


Unsheathing her sword with a sharp shriing, the men in the tavern jolted from their merriment and went into a cloud of pure panic. They scrambled around the room, tripping over one another and darting for the nearest exit. They were like ants crawling away from a wave of water. A darkened expression dawned on the elf's face as she walked calmly down the middle of the tavern, jabbing an elbow into a man's face who stood in her way. Then, there was a sudden clatter of someone rushing down the stairs. The assassin stopped dead in her tracks, the thick sword gripped tightly in her left hand.


Maybe seeing the man you love will calm your nerves? Go on, turn around. Just one look. A voice in her head screamed, the muscles tensing in her neck as she prepared to swivel around. But Ayrenn wouldn't allow it. Gritting her teeth in frustration, the assassin sped towards the doors and burst through them. If this was the last time she saw him, so be it.


The light of day blinded the elf for a moment or two, before the chaos entered her vision. Screams echoed around her in a strong sense of terror as people fled to the nearest shelter they could find. Not a single glimpse of fear shone in her green eyes as she crouched low, and broke into a sprint. Weaving through the terrorized townsfolk, the ground began to quake more and more as she neared a rather large, and deadly Earth golem. Skidding to a halt with a heel dug into the dirt, she pounced upwards. Her slender hands met the edge of a sturdy rooftop, and she flung herself over. The top of the golem's head came into view, and she crouched while bringing the lethal sword to her side. Prepared to attack the tall golem, Ayrenn stopped in her steps when she heard the sudden screech of a wounded animal.


"Faren."


The assassin whispered before abandoning her spot on the rooftop, and running towards the noise silently. Leaping off the rooftop with a swift acrobatic flip, she landed on the ground and sped away into the open road. The familiar white coat of the wolf came into a view, his body a mangled bloody lump in the middle of the street. Quickening her speed, the elf crouched down next to Faren and prepared to pick him up.


"C'mon boy... Let's get you out of here." She whispered to the whimpering wolf. Ayrenn began to outstretch her arms towards him, but stopped when the swooshing sound of running water rang in her ears. Raising her gaze, she stared face to face with a Water golem. It's watery expression was dark and unknowing as it raised a clear hand, and brought it down towards her.


Raising her sword defensively, Ayrenn prepared for the worst.

 

[albin0fox]

(D.M note: its aprox 6pm, sunset is in about 30 min, rp time...so like... tonight to tomorrow afternoon)

 

[Beaurmont]

Kalth watched as the barmaid basically head butted the Behemoth's armor, putting a large dent in it. Just what the hell is going on? How drunk are these people? He stood there motionless, trying to understand the reason for such barbaric brutality. Argo frowned heavily at the sight of blood on her forehead, he was obviously against what just happened. Kalth walked up to Eva, with his hand still placed upon his face. "My weapons. Where are they? (To make this simpler, I will take control of your person for a moment.) The barmaid very groggily pointed in a direction, stating she hid them under the counter. He turned away from the two, walking in the direction to grab his weapons and be off.


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The tavern still shook violently as the golems took steps outside, their massive bodies causing the city to shake. Screaming from the outside could be heard, some screams of panic, others of warriors fighting against the powerful constructs. This was no time to be idling around. Argo turned toward Eva and looked at her now bloodied face, trying to focus slightly. "Oi." She shook her head one more time. "Your armor okay?" He grinned at her question, taking a quick assessment of his armor. "It'll be fine love, I'm more worried about ye hard head there." He reached up and wiped away the blood with his thumb, cleaning her forehead. He grinned yet again. "Good." Argo walked over to a trunk at the end of the tavern and opened it up. "Haven't had to use these ina while now!" He yelled, almost happily. He withdrew his heavy Double-sided battle-axe and gripped it fiercely, giving it a few swings. The golems sounded as they were getting closer, the shakes were fierce. Argo grabbed Eva gently and placed her on the ground next to him. "I don't know what cha will do Eva, but if people are in trouble...I must go fight." He rested his battle-axe upon his shoulder and withdrew his large helmet from the chest, donning it yet again. When he was fully armored Argo looked like some sort of demonic warrior. He turned to the exit of the tavern, preparing to go into battle. "THIS FIGHT WILL BRING GLORY TO US ALL!"

 

[albin0fox]

"...i must go fight." At these words i nod and run behind the bar table, crouching down and slammig my fist against the floorboards, two of them popping up at one end.


"Not to worry, eva!" One of the less drunken men shout as he dons his armor. Even as he speaks im slapping on leather gauntlets and fixating a charmed circlet to my forehead, serving as a les constricting helmet."Just keep down and well take care of the beasties!"


I simply smirk, standing up, blades and holsters firmly secured at my hips as i lift a claymore from my stash and I swing it with the ease most could only find in a bastard sword.


"And let you men have all the fun?" Argo just finishes jamming his helmet onto his head, and charges out, roaring like a savage beast into battle. "THIS FIGHT WILL BRING GLORY TO US ALL!!!"


This is all me and the others need to hear, and we all take off after argo, ready to go down for just a taste of that glory.


Sunlight glistens on the steel of my sword as I leap into the air and shout. "Ussta killian orn doeral tomanita sorned'dosstaphyon!!!!!!" the tip of my claymores blade turns red then white hot, before the entire thing is engulfed in flames as I bring it down with a spin through the nearest earth gollum like, a hot knife through butter. The spray of rubble wasnt nearly as satisftying as the warm spray of blood...but it was enough to get me grinning viciously as I land in a full run, circle around, eyes reflecting the flames of my sword, and cut the beast down with a primal cry of bloodlust. "Ghyyaaaaaaaahh!" 
(Drow spell. Roughtly translated means "my sword shal be thy hellfire")