(Drunken Fish) The party of all parties (closed)

[Xavior Silhouette]

oocMok, I'm a tad slow with rping. However, you may continue on with the rp and I will do my best to work around what is going on. Possibly Tuesday I'll be able to be a tad more prolific with my writing. Job has me running in circles right now. Xaviors heart thumped in his chest, like a drum as it kept the rhythm of the rowers of a paddle boat. He wasn't sure if he had gone too heavy handed with his personality. His heart skipped a beat when that thick, meaty hand grabbed at his own. His eyes wide as all the possible and unsettling outcomes flashed before his eyes. But it was then that he saw a flash of the memories past. The fatal bar brawl of his past life. Cade vanished and became the drunken man who had started the brutal beatings, which ultimately led to his death. It was in that flash of time that he remembered he was ready to die and move to the next life uninhibited. Shock and terror, only flashed for but a half a moment, before peace and morbid tranquility took over. His face remained indestinguishable when Cade ended up accepting his offering of peace and friendship. Or at least that is what he thought before he nearly leaped out of the hulking man's frame when another caught his sight. He watched as Cade turned his attention to the other. "A woman no less," he thought to himself, "Just as I thought, a brute through and through." Through all the ambient noise of the busy and rather joyous tavern, a particularly annoying sound caught his attention. The noise of chewing, it made his soul's eye twitch within. All he could focus on was the sounds of a glutton as he indulged in some sort of meat he did not readily recognize. As the sounds grew louder, so did that incessant nagging in the back of his head. Something didn't seem right as his eyes gradually drifted toward Mok. He sipped the bitter, foamy, warm, broth and wondered fleetingly why he enjoyed this so much. He knew he didn't really need to drink, but enjoyed the euphoric effects it gave him. When his eyes finally came to meet Mok's own he could almost read the next question on the man's face before it was said. "He is going to ask me to get more meat." He thought to himself. "Who are you? What's going on with you?" Xavior was glad he didn't speak before Mok. Xavior stared at Mok with a sort of friendly smile. He didn't sense much hostility, or any really, in the tone but knew he probably should at least attempt to sway Mok to see him as an ally. Through their conversation, he was able to closer examine the man. After the conversation Xavior took the back seat and let Mok and the other to catch up. Though his attention didn't stay idle for long as Fallon soon approached him. She seemed to enjoy the drink as much as himself. A tad tipsy, but in a happy place. He felt quite popular as he sipped his drink once more. He began to retell what was said to Mok before he paused again as another approached them. The more he hung around the two apparent hosts of the party the more he felt these men were womanizers. With great patience he waited until they seemed settled before he continued. "Pleasant to meet you Fallon." He finally shook Fallon's hand, "My name is Xavior." He paused a moment before he seemed to switch his tactics to implanting a bit more suggestion. "But for friends," he seemed to sound slightly more confident almost domineering in tone. But it was only a fleeting tone before his, kind and accommodating tone returned, "You may call me X. It really is nice meeting you. I'm a traveler and heard about this city and decided to pay it a visit."

[Kreig Messer]

' Tsk, it seems the situation is about to resolve....' Thought Kreig as he observed the situation between a number of individuals, involving mostly a cute little mouse girl ' She looks so out of place, poor little thing' He chuckled as he sipped his ale, he wasn't truly drinking much of it really, he just wished a brawl would occur or to hear some interesting things. Alas, his luck was a cruel mistress tonight.

Hearing a drunken argument, however, renewed his hope ' How I forget that drunkards can start a brawl at the drop of a hat' He thought as he listened intently, it was mostly nonsensical babel, hardly worth listening to, but the way it was going...... it gave Kreig an euphoria of sorts.

"WATCH OUT, PAL" A sudden shout directed at him, as a mug collided with his own, spilling the ale all over. Kreig just smiled, it was obviously intended for one of the others sitting near him 'All the excuse I need' He thought with a wide grin as he slowly stood up, flexing his body as he did so and looked at the offending drunkard. Th man looked to be in his middle ages, his drunkard face was full of obnoxiousness and he seemed to think of himself as powerful despite his portly appearance.

"Friend, you need to drink less" He grinned as he put his hand on the mans shoulder, predictably he shoved it away, only to be met with a sudden left punch from Kreig "This is why" He said grinning. His friends were outraged thought as they saw their portly friend fall to the ground, unconscious by the blow caused by Kreig's gauntlet . Slowly they got up and circled Kreig, who was smiling all the way, knowing he won't get out without a number of bruises 'Wouldn't have it any other way'

[Fallon Dawn]

Fallon felt rather put out by Cade’s quick dismissal of her, but got over it quickly. She turned her attention back to Xavier as he introduced himself and shook her hand. “It’s a pleasure, X.” she drawled, releasing his hand with a grin. Then a brawl broke out nearby, catching her eye. She giggled as she watched for a moment, enjoying the entertainment. “People... are idiots.” she stated decisively, placing her hands on her hips. But she had forgotten about her ale, causing it to splash on her and on the floor. Fallon let out a small yelp of surprise and dropped the mug, spilling even more. She stumbled back a few steps. It was only by sheer luck and grace that she didn’t fall. Blinking, she stared down at the spill. She frowned, disappointed by the loss of drink. Well... There goes that. OOCYeah, it's super short, I know. But this is all I can do at the moment. Sorry.

[Ikbin Vorgesetzter]

OOCArchie, I'm assuming that I'm good to rp being that you took off the intervention on my CS. For now, I'm gonna play more conservatively and back off on the attempt at a heist

Ikbin had kept silent throughout the exchange first with the writer and then with the Tavern keep and then with the woman whose arm he had twisted earlier. He listened as Ana spoke with the Tavern Keeper and he listened also to the more sinister implications in the voices of both and realized the futility of his attempted efforts. Ana was right, although he really didn't feel it himself, perhaps he had had a bit too much to drink than he was used to. It would be wise to stop now before he dug himself a hole that he wouldn't be able to climb out of.

"The good lady's probably right, sir. After all, I have been drinking your strongest drink, and I did just have a pint of ale. I believe I'll just stick around in here, for now, and be on my way as soon as my head clears up." As he spoke, he tried to convey an implied sense of defeat in his underlying tone, attempting to assure the Tavern Keeper and the woman flanked by men he wasn't going to try anything.

Ikbin listened to the Tavern Keeper speak to the man with the swords, and he listened and watched as the man with the swords turned his back towards him and walked back to his table. His retreat was slow and guarded as if he expected trouble. Though Ikbin thought the caution wasn't completely necessary he nevertheless could see the reason behind it. He, too, didn't feel comfortable with the way the woman and her guards were looking at them all. He regretted having twisted her arm like that lest she feel resentful. He silently cursed his arrogance and his superiority complex.

Ikbin then turned his attention back to Ana and said in as courteous a voice as he could muster and said in a voice loud enough for the Tavern Keeper and the woman with her men to hear, "My apologies, ma'am. It would seem you are right, I have had a little bit much to drink. Normally I have a lot higher tolerance, but as its been a while since my last drink, it would seem that's not necessarily the case tonight. Please forgive me if I caused you any distress."

Hoping his actions were enough to convince his peers, Ikbin waited for their responses. As he did he heard a yelp as the woman with the build of a dancer dropped her tankard of ale. He also noticed that a small brawl had broken out and that he had been too wrapped up in his own situation to realize this. He turned his attention towards the brawl hoping the others would follow suit and forget about him.

[Archelon]

heistsHeists take a bit of planning, and high skill. best not to try them without a lot more people, and definitely... don't plan it in the bar you're trying to rob . Ikbin's attempts at egress would be successful; yet not before an unseen hand swept the pilfered keys back to their proper place: out of his possession. Feral's eyes would dance a little with mirth at the stammering excuses, but eventually mano'war and Linellia would let the man return to his table. She'd smile though, wondering for her troubles, just what manner of satisfaction could be meted out for his slight. She didn't necessarily want him dead... but maybe a little bleeding? Her eyes would flash in amusement as she looked at Daniel ; appraising how good he might be in a fight. Sure, the sword didn't really bother her, not with two people nearby who could take him easy; but she would wonder how his fighting skills were. Daniel would be quite surprised when the woman reached into her coinpurse and drew ten gold mizas out, and Bridging the distance between her and Daniel slowly, Ferral would allow herself to lean in close as the ten gold mizas was placed in his chest pocket, "Be a dear, and don't kill him for me. Just make him bleed a little." Father Manowar would start to chuckle as he guessed what his bar's 'matron of whores' was doing and his quiet voice would add something."You know... if you win I'll actually double it, we always have a few good bets on fights here. So use your fists. No killing though unless its outside. I hate to make my girls dump the bodies in the bay... its so unsanitary when they have to come back and serve more drinks and food. But if he wins... I might just as well give him the ten instead... even if he is a low-lying thief who wants to petch up my business." Ferral would chuckle a bit as she looked a sideways glance at Ana, the girl had intrigued her. Some of that was good, and some was not. It was rare to find a young thief with a set of brains between their ears. She whisperedto stir the pot a little more."You know, I bet a thief might be pretty easy to pickpocket if they're already in a fight. So, Father manowar, perhaps we should make the usual bets with some of the ship captains if a few of these dreks put up a good show?" Sipping from his glass, Father Manowar's shark smile would triple in size, "Oh Definitely, so long as they don't break the place. I'd be happy to put a few bets down. Old Legs Taggers also owe me a few... so do the captains of some ships, I imagine they all should be stumping in here soon. Hope they don't wreck too much though, shame to break open some skulls." Linellia would smile a bit coldly, her very tone dismissing Daniel from her dangerous presence as her eyes narrowed to slits. "Oh... that's interesting Mano; I imagine this might be a rather profitable night indeed..."

[Cade]

"Feisty" the barbarian noted loudly while a wolfish grin formed upon his face " I like feisty". Cade took a long gulp of his ale and placing the half empty mug upon the bar counter. Cade could hear a tussle starting nearby putting the half blood savage in a awkward dilemma as his loins lusted for the girl before him while his blood boiled for a good fight. Now to make the choice on which yearning the warrior would take. His eyes broke from Aleka's to glance over the brawlers, seeing that a lone pretty boy had stirred up a hornets nest of sailors. Then his attention fell back upon the creature of beauty before him, the very creature that had fire and brimstone in her tongue. And from closer examination, and not just of her curves Cade could predict that she was just more then a feisty tease but a Valkyrie, a woman not afraid to fight.....or possibly longed for one. Maybe there was a way that he could accomplish both vices this night along with seeing his main objective through.

"Would you like to crack some skulls with me?" Bit of a weird pick up line, but she could possibly be turned on by a good rumble. It was worth a shot for the barbarian was a lost soul in the romancing part of social customs. He waited for an answer while his peripheral vision kept tabs on the conflict brewing in the distance.

[Aleka]

Aleka’s attention was split between the walking trunk of muscle that was clearly doing his best to get her pants off, and the fight that clearly was about to break out, or rather had depending on how you looked at it. Grabbing the last bit of meat that was in her bowl, she quickly wolfed it down and then tossed back her ale, slamming the mug on the countertop of the bar. Seeming to catch the light in the tavern and turn it into a haunting fire within the sea of Suvan trapped in her eyes. Forgetting that the barbarian had just been trying to get on top of her in the corner of the Drunken Fish, Aleka nodded as her hand went to the hilt of her weapon, having hopped up from the seat of the barstool, knocking it over in the process. However the Svefra wench didn’t really care at that moment. “Now you’re talking my lingo, buddy. Lead the way stranger.” Hell the woman couldn’t even remember if she had introduced herself or if Cade had… there would be time for intros later if they survived.

[Cade]

Cade's instincts were correct about the girl, extending his wolfish smile that much more in triumph " Follow me" Was all he said as he parted the crowd with pure brute force knowing that Aleka would be in his wake. The barbarian's focus was on the pretty boy that had started it all... a man after his own very heart. Ready to throw down, out numbered and ready for the pain to come... a man that seemed to enjoy such 'pleasantries'. This was a man Cade would have in his gang, now to entice him and others to join the berthian barbarian and the Crimson edge in a common goal of power mongering and protection in numbers.

Cade broke the crowd into the encircled Kreig, hand glued to the hilt of his father's longsword while he gunned down the crowd of sailor's with wild eyes of inferno, blood lust and daring any to challenge. "LISTEN!" The barbarian's deep toned myrian accent thundered through out the enclosed tavern, silencing those with in. By now most had respect for the host of the party, even the sailors that surrounded him, Aleka and the brawler Kreig.

"I HAVE WORDS BEFORE WE DUST IT UP" With confidence they would not be attacked just yet, Cade raised himself higher while climbing up on a chair so all could see him clearly. " I DID NOT DROP 200 MIZAS JUST FOR YOUR COMPANY" He roared nodding to his comrades on the other side of the bar, to his surprise included the tell now absent Carina. "SOME OF YOU KNOW WHO I AM AND SOME OF YOU MAY HAVE HEARD OF THE CRIMSON EDGE. I AM CADE AND I AM HERE TO RECRUIT" He studied the crowd and for most this was no surprise. "OUR OPERATION IS SMALL, BUT....THERE IS A LOT OF POTENTIAL FOR AGGRESSIVE EXPANSION" He paused letting his words sink in, his heart thumping with the rush of this all. "SO WHICH OF YOU....FINE PEOPLE... WOULD LIKE TO JOIN OUR TEAM? YOU STAND WITH US, YOU NEVER STAND ALONE." His deep toned voiced still echoed while he preached his intentions to the crowd, though the demeanour in his facial expression was transforming more sinister as the wolfish grin appeared once more as relished thoughts propped into his mind.

He was about to step down from the chair but rose himself up again raising a hand in the air pleading the crowd for another second of their time. "OH, THERE IS ONLY A FEW SPOTS OPEN RIGHT NOW, SO WE ARE GONNA HAVE.....TRYOUTS". Knowing full well the sailors, who most of them were crewed of the same ship, would have each other's backs. Cade was going to lay down the gauntlet for the others as the line was clearly drawn in the sand, sea dogs versus everyone else which put the non-crewmen at a disadvantage of being outnumbered five to one. "THOSE THAT ARE LEFT STANDING BY ANY MEANS NECCESSARY WILL HAVE A OPENING IN THIS FAMILY"


With out further due the berthian barbarian with one fluent but vicious movement, unsheathed his sword and partially decapitate the first sailor before him as his head fell back only held on by the spine while blood sprayed everywhere. A good way to begin the selection process.

[Xavior Silhouette]

Xavior remained still as he looked over the small group of acquaintances he had acquired. As he sipped his ale, he fleetingly looked over at Cade as he put his charm to work. Though it wouldn’t be fair to call it charm, more like his way of flirting. He didn’t feel threatened at the time despite his unusual features. The violet of his horns seemed to shimmer in the light brought by flame. He ran his hand through his white hair as he half listened to the conversations. He took another drink and swished the ale in his mouth. Playing with it as he focused on bringing down the aurora around him. Fallon stumbled and dropped her drink and Xavior couldn't help but feel bad. Even though the drink was on Cade he felt the nice thing to do was to hand Fallon his drink. He had already had a few before hand and was in a pleasant state of euphoria. "Oh look at you trying to hold your ale," he teased Fallon and moved so that she could lean on him for balance. After a few moments though, Xavior seemed to zone out. His eyes stared blankly into nothingness never focusing on any one thing. He began to trance out as the sounds and atmosphere triggered a hallucination. The sounds of chatter faded slowly as he sort of meditated. But as Cade drew the attention of the crowd, his voice seemed to shift and morph into a voice from his memory. Xavior opened his eyes and found that he no longer stood in the Drunken Fish. The surroundings were foreign, yet familiar to him. He could hear Cade’s speech, though a bit different to what was actually said. He turned to look at Cade at the center of the room. A zith was seated near him, held down by lackeys with no faces to speak of. He recognized the man who now occupied Cade’s place, the assailant from a past life. Xavior’s vision blurred in and out seemingly between reality and the walking hallucination. “Some of you know who I am,” the voice faded then returned, “I did not come here to drink. I came here expecting this rat to crawl back to the tavern he practically calls home.” The man, gestured at the restrained Zith, “This man killed a human, they are a menace! I do not recruit you all to join in, but I do ask for your support.” Xavior’s body as it relived a hallucination began to take action. His hands moved to remove the cloak from around his torso and exposed the leather clothes beneath. A quizzer full of arrows was exposed along with his short bow. Smoothly he moved to retrieve his bow as well as an arrow. As Cade continued to reveal his real motives for the party he strung an arrow, unaware of Fallon, Mok or anyone for that matter that surrounded him. Xavior’s hallucination continued, “This Zith killed a pregnant woman. I can’t speak for others but my brain says this man is a dead man.” The assailant in Xavior’s hallucination moved a wicked looking dagger to the zith’s throat before slicing it deeply. The crimson that sprayed from the neck stump seemed to scream like a tea kettle in Xavior’s mind. His arrow had been strung onto the bow and was slowly being drawn back. At first it seemed Xavior was about to take aim for Cade. He was, until the hallucination seemed to fade to black and he was left in the Drunken Fish. The first kill was made and he quickly turned his bow away from Cade. He fired the arrow at another drunken sailor who was busy in a drunken shock from the blood that tainted his ale. The arrow’s shaft sunk deeply into the man’s chest. It hit at an angle and was sure to cause a fatal injury from the short ranged attack. He stood once more shocked that he had potentially just directly killed a man. This wasn’t his way, “Leth, what have I done?” He whispered softly to himself. “Give me strength to live another day and not allow me to die in a similar setting as I did before.” He brought his hand back up to draw another arrow. His hands shook as they did, he gripped the base of an arrow and paused. He looked at Fallon and Mok respectively. A moment of thought washed over his mind as he began to change the feel that surrounded him. At first it seemed to rise an emotional response of friendship, now it shifted to one of aid. Mok and Fallon would seem to feel a different emotion toward Xavior. If their minds chose to follow the feeling within, they would see Xavior as sort of a child who needs protection in the blood bath that was surely soon to take over the tavern. He drew another arrow just as someone caught eyes with him. A sword was drawn by the brute of a working class man across the room. Both Xavior’s and the man’s eyes met. Xavior took the brief moment to focus on a tactic that he didn’t enjoy using outside of a setting like this. The brute’s body seemed to hesitate a moment as he had a mild hallucination. Xavior’s body vanished and was replaced with a mirror image of the brute only as a child. The child stood near Mok and Fallon as tear drops framed the look of absolute pathetic fear. The brute was able to overcome the brief flash, but it was already to late. Xavior’s arrow had been fired aimed for the man’s chest. It sunk into the chest, but wasn’t enough to kill the man. A look of knowing on the man’s face, he knew that Xavior was a magic user at that moment. Fortunately, he was far enough away to be taken out by another sailor. He turned to look over his shoulder at Mok and Fallon, “Please comrades,” he turned to Fallon, “help me.” The suggestion wasn’t subtle, even though it was blunt. He turned toward Mok, “My specialty is ranged weapons.” Xavior paused a moment and remembered that Mok was a good friend of Cade’s. Or at least that was what Xavior had gathered through observation. “Wait are you already members of the Cri...” He stuttered when he couldn’t recall the name, “You aren’t going to kill me are you?” He asked genuinely without a hint of suggestion. total Casuals/casualties1 Casual/ 1 casualty in this post

[Ossshamamora]

It was really no surprise when things went wrong. In fact, most things that could go wrong did in Sunberth, it was just the way of things. She had already seen the beginnings of trouble with innkeeper so it only stood to reason that something else would implode upon itself. “THOSE THAT ARE LEFT STANDING BY ANY MEANS NECCESSARY WILL HAVE A OPENING IN THIS FAMILY.” But now along with the stench of the tavern itself and other unmentionables, there was an undercurrent, something metallic and so obviously dropping to the floor at the barbarians feet. For a split second absolute silence reigned, it was really something you wouldn’t have caught unless you were paying the utmost attention. And the moment the first drop of blood hit the floor all hell broke loose, Amora wasted no time watching things play out and instead heaved herself across the bar and to the floor. Midway she let herself slid into Dhani, her skin stretching and pulling in ways it was obviously not supposed as her form extended outwards and upwards. Her hair had only just finished sinking back into her skull when she felt fingers graze her skull, obviously trying to grip hair and wretch her back over to the more chaotic side. She attempted to jerk away but only succeeded in falling to the floor, her body not quite finished with its changed, her legs still seeming to sew themselves into one large, thick coil. The body that collapsed on her from over the bar though it did not get much fight, for as the dagger withdrew from his belt the large Dhani woman struck quickly and smoothly, her teeth sinking with a slight pop into the flesh of his face. Shoving the screaming man off her Amora allowed herself to rise up her tail and looked blankly at the shreds that had once been her clothes. She did not fancy buying new ones. Keeping a wary eye out but otherwise unnoticed for the moment she stooped down to pick up her whip and the dagger but it seemed the man was not yet dead. His dagger whipping out and slicing up the end of her tail and any last semblance of uncaring fled her being. She was swift, her body snapping backwards, her arms locking around his wrist and her fangs slipping into his stomach, another scream sounded but it was not the man underneath her. It was one of the tavern wenches most likely. Raising her head she eyed the woman briefly, she held a cup in her hand as if poised to strike. Closing her eyes in complete disregard of the woman she could smell the heady copper that masked the previous scent. Shoving the body away from her she once more reached for her whip and the dagger. Having acquired both she launched herself up, almost directly into a sweeping blade before narrowly escaping under it. Of course, she did not miss the next sweep from a different blade, the tavern womans cup connecting soundly with her lower tail and a thin paper cut like wound appearing on her arm. She reacted on pure instinct alone, the same feeling that always bubbled up from beneath the surface when she felt cornered. But this time she had control, she was more used to the attacks of Sunberth itself and its people. Her panic was more controlled and so she was able to swipe her dagger at the man, though she missed he took a step back and the large humaniod took her opening to escape. She was headed directly for the door when the large barbarian caught her eye. It was his fault, this ‘Cade’. And yet, his group held a faint sparkle of interest for her. She had heard their whisperings, any who lived in Sunberth had and to make friends with them was something she had pondered upon many a times. With the burly man in sight Amora’s body changed trajectory, headed directly for Cade, if he wanted recruits he wouldn't be likely to kill the recruits but she doubted he would help the. Still considering how people seemed avoid him in the battle she would be better off in the direction but a loud noise to her right told her it would not be so easy. Two sailors glared at her, clearly intent on attacking. Why did people have to get in her way? These ones especially bothered her, the reeked. Most likely because they had pissed themselves in fear, young as they were it was no wonder, still she coiled back and hissed darkly. “Nasty little human shyke.”