The World of Skara Brae

Zeph grabbed the vile creature, smirking.

"My hands hurt now. A lot. And you got your infernal soot and slime all over my good tunic. But now I get to call myself a demon-slayer."

With that, he threw the creature to the ground with all his might, then brought his boot down on its head.

"And for the record," he quipped, grinding his heel, "I do mind if you smoke."

Meanwhile, Wesley was doing his best to repel the attacks of the Dwarf and the woman. He saw the arrow coming at the woman and grinned slightly.

Sam was sure her arrow would connect, as her aim was sure and that target was close. And it did, the bodkin arrowhead neatly slicing through the woman's chain-mail and sticking into her with a "plunk". Blood welled up around the wound and the woman ceased her attack.

She said to the Dwarf: "Ack! Uzkel, Garm is down, the Imp is dead and I am wounded. We must withdraw."

The Dwarf replied by bringing his axe down on the table Wesley was using for cover. With a mighty blow, the axe head went straight through the table, neatly slicing it in two. With that, he said: "Nay! Uzkel the Mighty does not run from any fight, woman!"

The woman shook her head and said: "Then stay and become Uzkel The Dead. This battle is lost!" With that, the woman took hold of something clipped to her belt... and vanished!

The Dwarf, seeing this, flew into a rage and screamed: "Cure ye for a coward! Auuuuhhgg!" With that, he pointed to Sam and Wesley and said: "You two are out of your league fighting me. I don't need that bitch's help to beat the likes of you. Come on, Bring it!"

Wesley rushed forward, wielding his spear Gaia Belg as well. That spear was enchanted to break through anything, Wesley thought, including idiotic dwarves. He struck with the Gaia Belg directly at the center of the dwarf's chest.

Zelph, meanwhile, had returned with a rock, which he pitched playfully at the dwarf's head upon seeing that he needn't have bothered being ready to fight when he returned.

"Sorry I took so long... Stubborn little critter, that one was."

Samantha was atonished when she saw the masked woman just vanish from sight. Never in all her years had she seen such a thing, although to be fair she hadn't seen till this day a flame flingin red man, a lizard person or a blue man who treats but still they all found their way into this small room.

After the atonishment passed then came the anger. The woman just took off from her fight with one of her arrows! The time she spent into making it and now her prey just dissapeared with it. Arrowhead and all, her dad had not left her with many of those.

So when the gruff little square men roared his challenge she was more than motivated enought to answer. Men in armor big and small, plate or leather it didn't mather, they all had to see you to fight, and if they can see you, as a rule, you can always see their eyes and shoot at them. The left one had a scar above it, obviously from a long ago fight that nearly claimed it.

She aimed at the right one and a fourth arrow sailed throught the tavern.

edited 14th Oct '09 7:13:56 PM by daltar

Wesley ran in with his Gaia Belg and stabbed with it right at the dwarf's chest. This spear could pierce through anything, and would no doubt kill this unruly dwarf that had conspired with that Garm character.

The Dwarf, who was faster then he looked, used his axe to deflect away the arrow Sam had send his way, but that left him open to Wesley's spear. This proved to have been a fatal mistake on his part. The spear plunged through the Dwarf's chest and burst his heart, killing him just as Zelph's stone landed on his helmet.

Seeing the last of their enemies death Sam lowered her bow. They done it and no one seemed hurt. Well, beside their enemies of course. She vaulted from the table she was stading on and proceed to recover her missing arrows, yaking them in and especially brusque manner from the the felled wizard.

"Mine" Samantha said as she cleaned the arrowheads on the wizards robes. After she recovered her first two of arrows and salvaged the arrowhead from the fourth she shot at the dwarf, she glanced around to check the current situation on the tavern.

Wesley smirked, and withdrew his spear from the dead Dwarf. He panted some, the earlier battle with the agile woman was difficult...he looked over at the girl who had fired the arrow, and said, "Well, am I glad that is over." She was beautiful, and Wesley felt a wanting to take her home with him...mostly for some frivolous activities in bed.

Unlike Sam and Wesley, Aaron was a bit focused on finding out why the party of ruffians were trying to burn the Gold Lion Inn to the ground. However he knew the Lizzardman would have some answers. He kept a close eye the reptile, waiting for him to wake up.

Why was that man looking at her like he did? Had she said something funny? For some reason that stare made her slightly nervous so she decided to focus on something else. She looked at the results of their battle, The red man was hers uncontested, Wesley had slashed him but she had given him a letal wound and then an arrow throught the eye. Now the dwarf had parried her arrow so that one was his. She would like to say she won since she had shoot the woman that had harassed him so much but there was no body so she could not claim a kill.

"Draw, one you, one me, one for blue man and one missing." She finally declared, another man in robes had taken care of the lizard person but it was still breathing so that one didn't count.

After the thrill of the battle was over she turned to more important matter. Sam turned to the blue man closed both hand over her chest and very softly almost pleadingly she asked "You are still treating me...right?"

edited 15th Oct '09 10:43:34 AM by daltar

Wesley replied, "Yeah, draw...what's your name?" Wesley could see that the elf had his own fight that had, rather than resulting in wounds, had resulted in a very dirty shirt. Wesley put the Gaia Belg back across his back and relaxed. He sat down at a table to wait for some people to come back.

Zelph picked up his rock, nodding.

"Of course. Rule number one... Never break promises made to heavily-armed women."

He winked, picking up the dwarf's helmet. "Shall we divide up the spoils of battle?"

"Sam Hunter, Daughter of Garth" Saying her birth name, last name which was her profesion and the name of her father.

She brightened up with the news of promised food, but instantly frowned when blue man spoke of dividing "Spoils? But they don't look tasty, what's there to divide?" It never ocurred to her that the remains of an enemy could be searched for something other than meat.

edited 15th Oct '09 6:06:38 PM by daltar

Wesley smiled and replied, "Wesley Caractan, son of Gerald Caractan of Sersia." He bent down and looked at the heavy armor of the dwarf. That could be useful if he could use it, or he could simply sell it to make quick money. But the real prize he might be able to obtain was the fiery Samantha.

"Clothes, weapons, money. If someone else is coming for anything these people have, chances are they're not the kind of person we'd want to have it."

He shrugged.

"Name's Zelph, by the way."

Wesley smiled, "It is nice to meet you all. You know, if you want I could get you free drinks here. The owner pays taxes to my father, Emperor Gerald of Sersia."

"And thus, certainly, he'll be inclined to provide you with ale free of charge rather than insist you pay upfront."

"Indeed. So, how about it? Do you all want free drinks to celebrate our victory?"

Samantha was enlightened to the concept of looting the dead. She sees with new eyes at the dead wizard and drags his corpse to a corner in order to inspect it and look for anything valuable. Sje glanced at the bartender while she worked "Hey will you hurry with the food?" After the fight ended she was even hungrier than before, as if on cue her stomach growled harder than ever.

She glanced at Wesley after he made his offer and spoke bluntly as she always was "But I'm not thristy I'm hungry, why would I need to drink?" She didn't realise the generosity of the offer nor what it meant to be the son Emperor Gerald of Sersia, Sam was a simple girl that was simply hungry. And because of that right now the nicest person on her list of nicest persons of the world was Zelph who offered her a delicious meal for nothing.

Wesley shrugged and said, "Bartender, I am Wesley Caractan. I would like some strong ale to celebrate my victory in combat." An aid readied the drink and gave it to Wesley, who drank it down while looking at Samantha. She was definitely beautiful...

He called out to her, "There is an outpost near here under my command...Fort Tiebrecht. If you need a good bed, you could stay there."

"Or, if you're more of a drifter at heart, I know of a nice farm nearby. Soft hay, and there's a cat there who just had kittens."

The prince didn't recognize sarcasm. He hadn't met many princes, but he suspected this was typical. Sam deserved much better company. Roguishly handsome company with a sharp wit and and an intriguingly mysterious past.

He knelt down next to the dwarf, picking up the axe.

"Mmm... Wonder how this thing handles firewood."

He turned to Sam.

"They won't make the food until you tell them what you want, Sam. What are you in the mood for?"

Wesley glared at the "elf", and said, "I can recognize sarcasm, woods dweller. And if you aren't careful how you talk, my men might get the wrong idea." Three of Wesley's knights walked back in after taking their leave.

"Is there a law against making light of things? You must lose more court jesters that way..."