Fantasy IN THE NAME OF THE KING

[One Mean Ghost]

"And whom is whom, if I may be so blunt to ask?"





Dante couldn't contain a laugh. "Tough to say..." he remarked, his smirk evident by the glint in his eyes. "I'm not exactly an assassin so that makes me curious as well..." He relaxed back against the bar, setting down his cup as he waited for a reply, watching the other sister fend off a few grabby gents... He watched one offender crash into the other two fighters.. "You probably shouldnta did that, that fellow in the mask seems to have a temper on him you may have just incited..." He remarked to the standing sister with an amused gleam in his eyes.





-Well, it isn't a quiet drink, but at least it's entertaining...-


@XxLuluxX @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Celemyvel

 

[RagingNoodle]

Jackson regain his composure and relaxed. His arm was on the verg of being disloclated but that didnt really bother him. Perhapse he had take this a bit too far. He spoke calmy "as i said before you interged me. You look like the type of man who seem his far share of adventures. Something about your mask fasinates me. Now please unhand me" but before Raven could do anything jackson mumbled something under his breath and the dead body of bores the skullcrusher sprang up from the ground and charged at Raven and Jackson. Jackson took this opportunity to smash the back of his head into Raven's face and jumped out if the way of the chargeing corpse.

 

[AzileQueen]

(I-I'll introduce her in a bit! Give me time! QAQ)


Silas could feel the eyes of the eerie man until she had walked away. As the bartender—Albert, was it?—strode over to another customer, she noticed something in his eye that seemed all too familiar: loss. She couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever Albert had lost. The man turned, and she turned with him to see who he was looking at: that man with red eyes. 'Ah, I should've known,' she sighed. Suddenly, a flash of steel caught her eye. The dagger penetrated a man's chest, and an amused look crossed her features. 'Men always fight over the most trifle of things,' she thought, recalling the 'Skullcrusher' speak of fame and glory. Her eyes wandered back to her ale, and she downed the last of it. Placing her elbow on the table, she rested her chin in her hand.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar


She turned to look at both men with a charismatic, impish grin. "Names Kel. Remember that when you're next looking for a drinking competition" The red head winked now turning to her sister with a heavy sigh and a look which was evident that the young woman was pissed off by the entire situation. "Im not stupid, and I certaintly don't need to know who you are anymore. I have a life and it doesn't include the only family you have, fucking off without a trace. Alright? So get back to spying on the assassin who is apparently not exactly an assassin or whoever it was."


The Raven


So this fight was really beginning to pick up speed. First a stumbling buffoon and now a necromancer it seemed. Unsheathing his weapons, with almost seconds to spare did he jump out of the way; avoiding the corpse that was a little too lively for his liking. With only a small daze did he gain, the assassin first fluidly sliced apart the drunkards windpipe whom had knocked him. A heavy crimson mist spraying out along with cartilage. Raven stopped to shift his mask up, swigging ale almost mockingly before resuming the battle, clicking his neck. Albert on the other hand- Was used to it after all these years.





@RagingNoodle @One Mean Ghost

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante chuckled and stood up. "well then, Kel, Talitha, How about I buy the next round of drinks, you both sit down, and we can all enjoy watching this rather entertaining fight our fellow patrons have elected to provide us with. A deaf monkey could tell you two won't really get anywhere at the moment with words, you're both too stubborn." he remarked casually with a shrug of his shoulders. "Things like this need time, and bashing your skulls together rushing it will just give you both a headache" he added on. "Bartender, Albert was it? A round for the ladies, on my tab." He nodded to the bartender, maintaining his spot between the two sisters. Some would think he was trying to stop a fight. The truth was, he just wanted them to stop fussing at each other so he could focus on the actually interesting fight....


-The one with a mask... Now he would be a fun sparring partner....-


It was rare for Dante to find someone he respected in terms of combat. Rare, but apparently not impossible...


@XxLuluxX @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd raised an unamused brow at his question being ignored. It wasn't a big deal, not at all. But his undying curiosity was killing him. He listened to the Shadow of Death offer the women drinks. Pfft. Stereotypical. He might have been just trying to make the women stop verbally clawing at each other, but no man offered a drink without immoral hope. He looked to the fight, interest perked once more at the reveal of necromancy. By the gods he despised those kinds of magic users, abused and tested on by one for five years of his young life. But after he got over his bitterness, did he see the beauty in fighting with Death.


Sigurd grinned as splatters of blood reached as far as himself, dabbing the drop on his cheek with his finger. It would be nice to join the fight, as a man, just brawling with the best of his abilities and not having to worry about psychological foreplay. He considered the man next to him. Surely a spar with this man would be most enjoyable and interesting. A challenge. His blood was already rushing with the urge to fight but he stayed seated instead. He would let the events fold out before him, but if need be, he would interfere for his own enjoyment. Sigurd forced Albert over with his piercing gaze, getting his ale refilled. His eyes flicked away from the bar keep and back to the fight and the company surrounding him.


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[RagingNoodle]

Jackson laughed as stood up and flung back his hood and ripped off the cloths wrapped around his staff letting a ghostly glow fill the room. "Haha oh your good" he said as he begain to suck whatever little energy was left in the corpse if skullcrusher. As the energy filled his body he felt incredible. He then spun his staff in a way that showed he was no amateur. He slid off his cloak off and preaped himself for his opponets next move.

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas watched the brawl develop before her. Suddenly, a man with teeth gritted an a knife in his hand slowly made his way towards the masked man, possibly a friend of Skullcrusher's. Her head tilted against the hold of her hand, a smile, if only for a moment, playing across her lips. Within moments she had made her way across the room and tapped the man's shoulder before he could hack the assassin. "Though I don't care whether you choose to continue this suicide mission or not, I do think I deserve some fun," she muttered, producing a knife seemingly out of nowhere. The man glared hard at her with wolfish eyes, looking at her unsheathed weapon, then at her. He snarled, and leaped. Dodging the man's inaccurate attack, she lightly stepped to the side. Quickly did the fight escalate into a dance of blades. Of course, her partner wasn't quite as skilled as she. Whilst he twisted and turned to try and nab her, she used her surroundings to escape. Jumping onto a table, she purposely escaped his slash by a hair. The people were gradually becoming more aware that being too close was dangerous, and they left the table. He yelled as he came at her quickly—


but not fast enough. Sliding under the table, Silas moved out of his way, just in time to see him fall flat on the floor. Silas snorted as she got up. The man picked himself up, his nose bleeding, and like a berserker, came at her without thinking. In a matter of seconds she cut off his hand(the one he's holding a knife in), and he yowled in pain, gripping his arm close to him. "I'm bored of you," she muttered for his ears only, raising her knife slow-motion. The man's eyes widened, and as a last minute resort, leaped forward. This sudden movement forced her to cut him too soon, slitting his throat. Blood sprayed on her clothes, and she made a face. "Now look at what you made me do," she breathed, flicking a speck of blood off of her lip with her thumb.

 

[Yoyoman200]

Ivan found himself deep within the city...not that he could remember what it was called. To his recollection, it sounded quite foreign, easy to forget. Ivan had never seen quite a city such as this, a city so eager, it seems, to fight. Many of the people he had come across were tense with worry, as well as thoughts of war, he realized, as he spoke to each in turn. This city is the first that he had visited in a long while, for he had not even stopped at the city nearest his home. Besides, this environment seemed much more entertaining, to say the least. From talking to the locals, Ivan had gathered more information surrounding the King's death, but not without plenty of bias and opinions. With enough food gathered, Ivan began to make his way out of the city, soon finding himself on the outskirts. Looking back at the tremendous walls surrounding the bulk of the city, he guess it was used as a military fort at one point or another.


As Ivan walked down the semi-crowded street, he heard the sounds of a fight coming from inside a bar. He peered-in from the outside, slightly disgusted by the violent scene before him. "Well, might as well visit." he though to himself, "No one would think to harm me....besides, it's been the longest of time since I've had a drink." He stepped quietly into the establishment and took a seat at the counter.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

@XxLuluxX[/URL] @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

"I wont say no to another ale." Talitha said eyeing Dante suspiciously, trying figure out what his game was. She was sure he was attempting to come on the two of them, he seemed more interested in the fight than the two of them. In the end of the day though she didnt want to continue the fight and this was not the right way to make up with her children. "Arent you being a gentleman than." "

 

[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





"Getting serious are we?" He questioned, gripping the sword in his hand, yet the others still resided on his belt. It was almost a flaunt of skill, showing how many blades he felt confident with. Truth was he found the entire brawl getting more and more violent, which in turn began the flow of adrenaline getting stronger. Oh, it was just like the back when times. Training with the boys. That mask was only a covering after all. The face that resided beneath...Well, the only way one would find out was to remove it, or somehow shatter it. The masked assassin turned, seeing Silas take care of an unexpected surprise. "Remind me to buy you a drink lass" He humourously called, now facing the necromancer with renewed gusto. With a flick of the blade, he tilted his head, rolling his shoulders. "Lets dance then" The assassin first lashed out across the abdomen, whipping it back up to slash now the opposite direction. He struck out with a strong kick to the diaphragm, carrying the momentum forward to knock him down once more. If you were to see his eyes, they were alight with a wave of bloodlust.


Raven loved a bar fight, now all that was missing were the flying stools or perhaps the cutlery. Both were good in his opinion. Then again, it seemed a necromancer would simply have to do. "The paradox of asking a masked man who he is. Wasted breath if you ask me. After all, masks were made for the reason of disguise." The Raven circled him a moment, before he examined the steel blade of which he held. "Perhaps you wouldn't have to waste anymore breath...In the afterlife. Eh?" He laughed, as if it was some secretive joke only he knew the punchline of.


@labyrinthecho @RagingNoodle


Kelda Folkvar


Her eyes lit up at the prospect of alcohol. "If you wouldn't mind. Honeyed mead" She replied, watching the fight continue. "Who are you placing your bets on then? Raven or the necromancer?" Kel questioned, turning around on her stool, to lean against the counter of the bar. Her eyes flickering over to both men, before back at the bloodshed. "Looks like they're starting to get a mass fight outta this. If the Crooked Crow catches on fire again, I can only imagine the hissy fit Raven will see when he looks at the repair tab. Then again, Albert does overcharge for the bar stools, cutlery and dumping corpses." She remarked outloud.





@One Mean Ghost @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Celemyvel

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd smirked as he looked on the growing carnage. "I only bet on myself when it comes down to it. But, if an exception were made, it's obviously the necromancer." His tone was light but his words held an unseen weight. His interest in the fight was waning, as no perfectly plain soul was foolish enough to get involved, to his great disappointment. The absemce of flying wooden stools and tavern property was slso disappointing. Sigurd's eyes flashed when the Raven addressed someone else. He craned his neck to see the beautiful, tragic woman, covered in blood. His eyebrow rose. He hadn't really expected the white rose have thorns and be red. Something stirred in him, something he hadn't felt since the few months before his first love poisoned him. Admiration: a step above the fascination he blessed the ragtag rabble with. Would he destroy her world? The one that was already cracked? Sigurd folded his hands onto his lap as he turned fully to inspect the woman. She could pass for a young male, if her eyes weren't such an open book. And her skills, which he had unfortunately missed the show, must be as dangerous as any successful assassin. He continued to stare at her with his consuming gaze, head cocked to the side but a new arrival gained his interest for a split second. The old man, possibly a magic user looked upon the fight with distaste. Then he walked in and approached the bar. Something nostalgic aired off the man and it unsettled Sigurd that he felt that way. Instead, he fixed his gaze on a more enjoyable sight, his little red rose. How many of her petals had wilted in her life, he wondered.


@XxLuluxX @One Mean Ghost @labyrinthecho @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Yoyoman200

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"Oh come on the necromancer? I don't know he has magic on his side but look at the masked man is not without skill. I think he might surprise us." Talitha chimed in as drinks were served. She took a tanker and took a long ship studying both fighters. Both fighters were physically imposing and there choice of fighting had similarities. This was more of a fight of wills and wit than strength in her opinion. "This is going to be a close on so too risky for my bets but if I had to i would go with the mask guy."

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar


"How much would you put on him?" She asked, now seeing a prospect of gambling coming to light. "I mean, I think I'd put... fifteen gold on him? Don't want to stray too high, but it's still enough for a drink" Kel grinned. "Extra if you see his face." The young woman added. Of course, alike everyone else whom had known the masked assassin to attend the tavern; she knew Raven as one of the frequenters. After a certain amount of time it soon became a time game to see whether one day it would be revealed. There were many rumors, yet none which held solid evidence. Assessing his stance, it seemed that once upon a time, he could have been a military man.


Once upon a time.





@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Celemyvel


((>-> There shalt be a plot twist. I have decided c: ))

 

[Yoyoman200]

Kelda Folkvar

"How much would you put on him?" She asked, now seeing a prospect of gambling coming to light. "I mean, I think I'd put... fifteen gold on him? Don't want to stray too high, but it's still enough for a drink" Kel grinned. "Extra if you see his face." The young woman added. Of course, alike everyone else whom had known the masked assassin to attend the tavern; she knew Raven as one of the frequenters. After a certain amount of time it soon became a time game to see whether one day it would be revealed. There were many rumors, yet none which held solid evidence. Assessing his stance, it seemed that once upon a time, he could have been a military man.


Once upon a time.





@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Celemyvel


((>-> There shalt be a plot twist. I have decided c: ))

((Remind me who is fighting again??))

 

[XxLuluxX]

((Remind me who is fighting again??))

((RagingNoodle's character (Jackson) and my own (Raven) c: ))

 

[AzileQueen]

((Hooray for plot twists! 8D))


Silas could hear the blood rushing in her ears from the adrenaline of fighting. A shiver ran down her spine in delight, but eventually she let the excitement pass. Retrieving a cloth from a nearby table, she cleaned any remain of blood from her knife and sheathed her weapon, leaving the cloth to drift to the dead man's face. 'He should've just stayed down,' she thought, her eyes wandering onto the dead man's person for a mere moment. Turning away, she noticed, among the ruckus the bar had gone into, that the masked man was still brawling with the necromancer. An amused look crossed her features as she recalled his half promise to buy her a drink. She wondered if he really meant it. For now, she decided, she would watch the fights unfold until an opportunity presented itself.


The hairs on the back stood on end, however, as she felt the eyes of a person bore into her back, and she questioned how long that decision would hold up. Twisting to see whose attention she had caught, she almost scowled at the sight of the man from before. Perhaps he was enjoying the show?—no, he had had his eyes on her since the moment she had walked into the bar—a spy of the king's?—he didn't seem like one; far too obvious. Well then, there was really only two other options. If she ignored him, though, she would probably distinguish his interest in her. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned against one of the wooden beams and watched the necromancer and the masked man.

 

[XxLuluxX]

((Hooray for plot twists! 8D))
Silas could hear the blood rushing in her ears from the adrenaline of fighting. A shiver ran down her spine in delight, but eventually she let the excitement pass. Retrieving a cloth from a nearby table, she cleaned any remain of blood from her knife and sheathed her weapon, leaving the cloth to drift to the dead man's face. 'He should've just stayed down,' she thought, her eyes wandering onto the dead man's person for a mere moment. Turning away, she noticed, among the ruckus the bar had gone into, that the masked man was still brawling with the necromancer. An amused look crossed her features as she recalled his half promise to buy her a drink. She wondered if he really meant it. For now, she decided, she would watch the fights unfold until an opportunity presented itself.


The hairs on the back stood on end, however, as she felt the eyes of a person bore into her back, and she questioned how long that decision would hold up. Twisting to see whose attention she had caught, she almost scowled at the sight of the man from before. Perhaps he was enjoying the show?—no, he had had his eyes on her since the moment she had walked into the bar—a spy of the king's?—he didn't seem like one; far too obvious. Well then, there was really only two other options. If she ignored him, though, she would probably distinguish his interest in her. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned against one of the wooden beams and watched the necromancer and the masked man.

((You have no idea how close I am to just blurting it out xD ))

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

(why do i have the sneaking suspicion i know what the twist is?Hmm... I am likely wrong but hey.)


"Ok fine, ten cold for the masked man another 10 ten that he wont reveal himself." Talitha said finally after a moments thought. She didnt care whether she would win or not, just wanted to take part in the game and try to bond with her sister again "

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar


"We have a deal then." She grinned, swinging her legs joyfully as the fight continued. "That necromancer really should start makin' some more moves soon before Raven gets a little too carried away. After all, I doubt he'll be backing down soon" Kel commented, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Her demeanour once more relaxed and carefree, filled with a childish delight at seeing the two men battle.





((Whats your guess? xD ))

 

[RagingNoodle]

Jackson held his stance eyeing Raven. He could tell everyone in the bar was now paying attention to them and possibly even placing bets. He wanted to fight fair and square but knew he wouldn't stand a chance against someone who's profession involved the blade. In that moment he noticed a girl easy kill some thug behind the masked man. A companion of his perhaps? he smiled Id hate to let it go to waste. He again mumbled something under his breath and the body of the dead thug began to awaken and rise as tho it had been sleeping. The zombie had the same appearance as the man it had once been while living except for its eyes which were now a misty shade of white and the long cut across his neck had crudely closed up leaving a long ugly scar. The extra energy that Jackson had revived from Scullcrashers body had left his body and transferred over to the new zombie. 2 vs one this would easily over whelm any normal warrior but with this man i fear this might not be enough Jackson thought. He began manipulating shadows and and whispering all sorts of spooky things into Ravens ear (oooooooo spoooky). He had once drove a noble insane with this trick but he hope only to distract this masked man. The zombie he had created ignored the girl that had ended his previous life and gave a loud bellow before charging at Raven. At the same time Jackson charged in using his staff as a pole vault and jumping in the air. He was going for a flying kick . It was flashy but he figured that with the consist spooooky whispering in Raven's ear and this flashy move his zombie might be able to latch onto him and take a few chops at him or to at the very least just land a nice blow.


@XxLuluxX @labyrinthecho


(Gasp a plot twist :0??!! )

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

(is not revan being someone we think is dead?)


"Come on, dead man! Cant fight him by yourself." Talitha cheered pretending to be into the fight. In truth, if she had the power she would have probably done the same, not really believing in an honorable way of fighting. You do what you need to do to survive and win, especially if there is the lives of other at stake. Losing everything due to some thing silly and made up as honor is foolish.

 

[XxLuluxX]

The Raven


"Can't face me blade to blade? You disappoint me." He remarked. No longer was his tone playful. The assassin simply stood still, frozen in time whilst the whisperings started, shadows crashing like a tempest. "No man worth his honor, would use the corpse of a fallen foe as a shield of flesh." Twas then he burst into action. With a jump to the side, launching himself off the wall into mid-air. Blades gripped tightly, as he smashed into the corpse; sending the sword into the dead mans temple, pinning him to the floor in a swift movement. Now he looked up toward the Necromancer, snatching his booted ankles from the air to drag him down, directly into the floor beneath him. His heeled boot snapping into the ribcage, with a fist to finish him off, right on the chin. If the angle had been right, he'd of broken the jaw forcing it back into his neck. Oh well, seems he'd have another day being able to speak. "...The whispers are dirty trick for you to pull." He stated, regaining his footing. The very same damned whispering telling him of his misdeeds, the life he had once led.


...You killed them...


...She could've lived...


...Its your fault...


...Why didn't you HELP HER?...


...Coward.


COWARD.


@RagingNoodle @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[One Mean Ghost]

For the sake of keeping the peace, Dante had taken the seat between the two sisters, just to prevent any more squabbles to interrupt the fight.


"Since I'm paying for drinks, I'll keep my wagers to myself. If your reputation is half as true as rumors, Kel, You may just drink me out of house and home if I were to start betting too" Dante quipped, pulling his mask down just enough to enjoy more of his drink. For him, the mask wasn't intended to hide his identity, it was meant to hide his breathing when on the job. The extra mystery it added was just a bonus.


"Though if I were to place a wager, I'd bet on the masked man. The necromancer has talent, but I'm afraid in this fight he may have just bit off a bit more than he can handle..." He remarked watching the fight before setting down his empty mug and fixing his mask. "Admittedly, watching this fight has me itching to try my hand against, Raven, was it? It's been some time since I've seen someone with enough skill for me to actually enjoy the fight..." he remarked, tapping his chin thought fully as he watched the fight.


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[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





"Hey, its not as if you've challenged me in a drinking competition yet." Kel laughed; a light, soaring sound. "I bet I could drink you under the table though" Her cattish smile flickering across pale lips. The young traveller listened to what he had to say, silent as he finished. Her curious eyes gracing over his face, now observing his features. It was always interesting to see who was the man behind the mask. Same could be said for Raven. Kelda held the mead, swigging it back in a fluid arch before placing the tankard down to watch the progression of corpses and fists.


"Raven is a hard guy to track down. He comes here every Moon's Day. Then he just...Vanishes. Whether or not he's paid for a woman, the bed is always empty come dawn." Came her reply to the assassin whom sat beside her. "They say he's waiting for someone here. Then again, it could just be for business purposes. Regular as clockwork he is."





@One Mean Ghost