Breathe and Start a Riot (Closed)

[Darik]

Lyth…Now I have to prove you wrong! D:

A boy of about his age walked up to him. His breath reeked of alcohol, which must undoubtedly be slowing his reaction. That was undebatable, but what was, was why the boy thought he could approach Darik. Common age does not produce a kinship in Sunberth. Or maybe his mind was dulled by the liquid goodness. ”William, you’re an imbecile.” Darik spoke bluntly without any restraint. Darik then tried to shove him violently to his side that could send the young man and his brandy intro the water. ”I would kill you, but I am feeling generous right now. So stop annoying me on this beautiful night.” He used the last few words to mock the lad. He doubted the dirty blond haired male could retaliate. But who knows, the water may bring his senses back to life. A few seconds later, crackling flames appeared on a ship. If there were any sailors aboard they would quickly take care of the flame. If not, the ship would burn unhindered lighting up the night sky. Either way someone was going to notice. Usually Darik would run away, but this time he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was going to enjoy being a spectator and not an antagonist this time. He jogged towards the thrower get a closer view of him. Within yards he started to realize that there was something vaguely familiar with the man. After a few more footsteps in the swirling sand, Darik finally pinpointed the image. It was the myrain who had cornered him in the bar a week ago. Great, he would see an enemy beat up right in front of his eyes. Knowing it was impossible to lose in this situation, he let his ego burst from his chest. He shouted to the myrain, drawing attention to himself if he hadn’t already been noticed by the savage. ”Great job, you did it perfectly!” He really should think before he speaks.

[Shai]

Shai smiled at him, he seemed genuine but you could never tell. She was about to answer him when she heard the sound of heavy running footfalls and turned, keeping her back away from the other Symenestra to see what was happening behind her. Shai set her eyes on Mok just soon enough to see him throw the bottle. Her eyes traced the bombs flight, watching in horror as her days worth of staking out was set on fire. Enraged, Shai began to search about for a stone. “We can certainly discuss our similarities later, there’s a rock with Mok’s name written on it somewhere around here and I intend to locate it.” Finally finding a chunk of what was probably once a brick, Shai grabbed her projectile and stalked out into the open.

“What the hell Mok? Hmm? You just ruined days of work!” She didn’t take long to aim she hurled the rock towards the Barbarian, unfortunately rock throwing was never Shai’s forte; the rock went hurtling past Mok and hit a sailor in the face. Shai didn’t pay much attention to the sailor as he glanced about looking for the source of the attack, no instead she focused on Mok. “That was the last verifiable source of fresh fruit I could find! Damn it!” She let out a spew of curses and almost didn’t react when the sailor came at her with a club, luckily her reaction came before she could think. Shai tumbled foreword beneath his swing and popped up behind the man. Following through, she shoved the claws of right hand in the right side of his neck puncturing the vital carotid artery with four large holes the size of each nail. Before going down the man had time to back hand Shai with enough force knock her on her rear.

She struggled up, staggered, and looked down at the man bleeding out just in front of her. Shai brought her gaze up to Mok, “Oops.” It might be time to run.

[Archelon]

Of all the denizens on the docks today, besides the sailors buzzing like hornets and preparing a beat down for the one who molotov cocktailed their ship, there was another sordid pair stalking down from the north end of the piers. A pair smelling of alcohol and of sweat and blood. A pair armored, and armed, but not like they usually. You see, these were a triplet of dragoons from the Sun's Birth in their time off, stumbling amidst the alleys of the night, just wasting time before the doors of the Gated community would open in the morning. One was muttering to the other. "Petching bastard just up and killed my brother man, he was just sitting there at the tavern, and then bam. No reason, just a thrown knife and a stabbing. Some jackrat named Mouse for cripes sake, and his little white haired lover boy just up and ganked him. Sure, for cripes he was just a minor hoodlum out in the gangs of the Wolf's Den. I know that, you know that too don't you Blikey? What did he ever do to tell someone else to just up and petch his life off to Dira's grace? I mean can you believe that shyke, Eh, Can you Blike?" The one called Blike just looked at him, "Yeah Carso, I hear ya'. By myri's blood we've all hear ya. You ain't been doing nothing but crying over it since Ol' Merv tol' ya about his death. So you know what these varmints look like or we just gonna have to put a sock in yar' mouth to shut ya' up." Carso burped a bit of alcohol when he sputtered, "Yeah but when I find's 'em I swear I'll's make 'em pay. I'll rip off their arms and beat 'em to death with em. I swearz I will." This was roughly the twentieth time they'd heard this promise, and the other men were sick of it. "Yeah, yeah, we heard you Carso. Shuddupa about it, you don't even have any idea who they are do ya?" Carso wheeled on the man, "No you shuddup Meerkal, I gotz a picture, one of the people at the tavern can draw pretty well, so I knows what they looks like." "Ahh quit your bellyaching Carso. It's Michael you know that. Besides... what are the odds you'll ever find the runts who did your brother in I mean this is sunberth? There's 13,000 people round these parts, granted some of them are slaves, so who know's where the petch they'd be? So why don't we take a nice easy stroll , and find ourselves some fun to scrap away till the morning, don't that sound fun Carso?" "Yeah, let's do that! Hey, what's that commotion over there?" Carso said as he pointed down the ways to another dock. A bunch of sailors were beating out the flames on a ship, and a few were taking up some clubs to attack others. "I don't know, think we should check it out? Could be some fun, right?" replied Mike. "Yeah Sure." Blike ended as he put one handle to the hilt of his sword. "At very least it will be petching amusing to me. Who knows, we might even get to kill someone today."

[Lyth]

Lyth's attention was grabbed as an explosion of fire appeared in the harbour, setting one of the ships alight with orange flames. The symestra halfling blinked in surprise, trying to keep his giddiness under control. He had always enjoyed watching people scramble in fear at the sight of flames. He was interested to know who had caused such an incident, the name supplied by his new Symestra acquaintance. Mok, plain and simple. He liked it. Stepping out of the shadows, Lyth followed after he woman to come to meet the man. As his eyes caught sight of the myrian, a nagging feeling began in the back of his mind. He knew this man from somewhere, and he should remember him. With that nagging came the sense that he should be rather wary of the man. Why? What had this man done that he should be so worried? It wasn't until he saw Darik standing with the other that it clicked. This was the man that had threatened him and Darik with violence after the incident at The Pig's Foot. Ah, that would be why he should be wary of him. Well, it was too late to just run back and hide with the shadows, but Lyth made sure to keep his distance from the other. The last thing he needed was to be within reach of the man should he decide to follow through on his threats against the two of them. Besides, being out here gave him the best view of the girl killing the sailor that attacked her. Really, the man should have known better than to get within reach of her claws. Of course, the little spat ended with her on her rear, which left her at a disadvantage against Mok. Hopefully the myrian wouldn't be too angry, seeing as the rock didn't actually hit him.

[William Nightwish]

When William stuck his hand out he had waited, foolish of him, for the other boy had pushed him and William stumbled and landed rear first into the cold salt water. When he had landed his head flung back into the water. The shock produced from the water made William shoot straight up from the ocean. William stood as fast as he could shaking his head making the water go every which way. Then out of a sudden the ship just down the dock lit on fire, in a warm explosion. William turned surprised at the sudden light. It slowly started to dim and watched as the other young man walked away toward another person behind William. William stopped in a sober puzzlement. He turned his head back toward the town and watched as a woman came out of the shadows toward the two men and how they talked then watched as a second person came out of the shadows. William was alarmed at how many people were coming toward the dock. He looked past the already small crowd towards the bars and saw how a few armored figures headed toward them too.

William took a breath a thought out some plans and realized how joining the group in front of him could get him attacked and most likely stabbed, but if he tried to stop the armored figures they would mug him and most likely kill him so he decided he would take up the very prestigious job of war. The one who starts it all. William ran up to the small group, feeling the ocean wind blow at his cold and wet backside, and with the boy who had pushed him. "Uh, people there is some not so nice looking people towards us if we could shift our attention to them." William said kinda of quickly yet with a mischievous desperate tone hidden in such a thin layer of it all. William pointed at the group of the men who were closer now than before.

Then as he said it William took an actual look at the group before his eyes, a bunch of non-trustible bandits whos job was to scam and steal, not to mention kill. "Oh," William began to say "He's bleeding, this isn't good." William thought to himself, if this turns into a battle, we are screwed.

[Darik]

The man reaction was just what Darik expected. Then the idiot, the boy much too big for his birches, approached. ” You’re truly an imbecile aren’t you Will?” For stating the obvious, and because he had told Darik his name. He must be intensely drunk no sober person would even think of giving out there true name to a hoodlum like Darik. ”Also, noooo that red stuff on him isn’t blood, it’s ketchup.” Darik rolled his eyes. He wanted to do the world a favor and just stab the boy. But he didn’t, the boy probably didn’t have worthy possessions on him. Darik only killed for money…or so he thought. He did give one interesting piece of information though. He alerted Darik to a pair of heavily armed soldiers. They were coming from the opposite side of the beach and heading towards the commotion. Darik thought they must be sailors, why else would they be on the beach? Being a good Samaritan, he would tell them who had caused the fire to their ship. He cleared the distance between them in no time. Why wouldn’t he? The sand even added an extra boost to his speed. He came within a foot of the man’s outdrawn sword. Then he backpedaled so he could carry out a conversation with them. Because of the proximity of Darik and the dragoons they would be able to make out almost all of his features. ”Hello my sailor friends, I know who blew up your ship.” He cocked his head around and pointed towards the myrain. He didn’t maintain that position for long, he didn’t want to fall! ”So can I watch as you dismember that man limb by limb? I bet your both quite mad about what he did.” Darik really shouldn’t talk about violence in front of these men.

[Archelon]

The sailors didn't seem to want to hear Darik's words as they looked towards the group waiting in the alley ways. They were angry. Really angry, like slobbering rabid wombats ticked off kind of angry. In fact, they were downright pissed as they surged towards anything and everything as the first of them went down to Shai's attack. Raising their clubs, and other makeshift weapons they began to strike out at anything that moved. In fact, if they caught anything that moved the unfortunate soul might just be drawn and quartered, with their skeleton mounted on the front of the vessel to serve as a new figurehead sort of ticked. The sailors would advance where they chose, and strike out where they chose, uncaring of anyone or at least anyone who professed 'innocence' that came to be in their way. Those who were not engaged in fighting those near the alley would soon head to other vessels and kick their sides. Stirring up a hornet's nest after hornet's nest as their ship compliments joined in the the brouhaha that was brewing. But... Darik's words did draw the attention of a certain pair of eyes, a very drunk pair of eyes that slowly reached into his pocket to draw out a scrap of paper to compare the image. Pointing the boy out to the fellows the drunk dragoon would shout, "There he is! The Petching Mouse!" With those words the dragoon would pull his sword from his scabbard and stumble along towards the boy. The steel of his longsword lay glinting in his hand as the drunk shouted. "You dirty rat... you killed my brother!!!" Whether this was a bad thing to say, to give warning to someone that caught one's eye as a target to kill was debatable. But surely there is one thing that might apply. Forewarned is forearmed as they say... and it would be very interesting to see what the 'mouse' would do. If he looked close enough, or was smart enough, he might actually see the relation between the man he killed and the half-plated one barreling down at him now.

[Lyth]

Lyth let his smile slide slightly as the sailors came into the picture, enraged at the damage the myrian had inflicted upon their boat. They didn't seem to care who had done the damage, only that someone pay for it; namely, the group of people that had gathered around the area. Well, at least they were attacking Darik too, the little snitch. The half-blood smirked, dodging around a few sailors who didn't have as sure footing on land than they did at sea, trying to zig-zag his way out of the mass of fighting men. He'd prefer to just disappear and let the more violent residents take care of this situation. Not that he wasn't violent, he just preferred to pick battles he was sure he could win, with one opponent. It seemed that the sailors were hell-bent on getting every last one of them, however, Lyth catching a rather hard hit to his shoulder, unable to dodge all the flying fists and kicks. The half-blood hissed in pain, ducking the plank of wood the brute swung out at him with, scratching with dagger sharp claws at the man's eyes.

[Shai]

Shai altered her attempt to stand and turned it into a crouch. Four points of contact made her significantly more stable with her head still spinning slightly. She brought her bloodied right to her chin, touching a small trail of blood running down from a split lip. “Moz seh krevas dav’ene me obris zhevat.”

She saw the sailors coming and she knew it was time for her exit strategy. From her crouched position she leapt off away from Lyth and Mok. She was about to land her little hop on two feet when she felt the horrible tug. One of the sailors had been faster than she’d anticipated and had horse collared her, grabbing the back of her cloak and a handful of her hair through that while she was mid-jump. She hit the ground on her back and looked up at her assailant, who was fortunately looking down at her. Shai did the only thing she could think of next, she drew some venom from her own fangs into her mouth, she had eaten this morning so the venom wasn’t deadly but it would still do some temporary damage, most importantly it’d be painful. Shai spat a wad of saliva and venom straight into the man’s eyes, she gave the spitball further momentum by jerking her body up word as she spit. She fluidly tucked her feet beneath her and tumbled foreword and stood up a few feet away. It was exact same move she’d used to get in killing range on the first sailor, now she used it to flee. In happy news, Shai was faster this time. She wasn’t entirely sure what venom spit into the man’s eyes would do but she knew it wouldn’t feel good especially since it was already taking effects in her own mouth, enough of a distraction for her to run for sure. And she ran straight towards the young man and the dragoons.

LythHer phrase is a Symenos prayer it translates to "May this blood give me greater life." Which he might know.

[Darik]

The sailors, class A jerks, just pushed Darik aside. They seemed to listen to his advice though, and advanced towards the person who had started the problem. They would most likely gut him then put his head on a stick as a warning for others. That would be fun to watch, good battle always helped Darik fall asleep at night. There was a tiny problem, he may not have the time on his hands to watch. A heavy armored man pointed him out to his fellows. At first Darik thought he was pointing past him, because he said something about a mouse. Darik knew he wasn’t a mouse, because he was Darik. Next he called someone a rat, but Darik still thought it wasn’t him. He didn’t have a pink tail for pete’s sake! Then when he started running directly at him, Darik figured running was a very smart precaution. Escaping this person wouldn’t be that big of a deal either, the man’s slur indicated he was drunk. Due to the sand, Darik was able to turn around much faster than normal. Then he was in motion, he ran across the sandy beach. As his footsteps rapidly pushed in and out of the sand, Darik took a quick look back. The impossible was happening, the man was catching up to him. In all of his heavy armor, he was gaining on Darik who had run for all of his life. He didn’t know how till he remembered the man’s words. He thought Darik had killed his brother. So he was filled with one of the most powerful driving forces in the world, rage. He was screwed unless something could serve as a distraction. Being a lucky bastard, something did. A figureShai ran in his direction. He set a route so they would intercept. When the got close enough, Darik did a quick sidestep. He then tried to shove her forward trying to give her more momentum. He hoped that the push would carry her into the drunk man’s sword, slowing him down for at least a few precious seconds. “Tag, your it.” After that witty remark, Darik didn’t turn around to see the result, he had run into a much bigger problem. A brawl of tremendous portions was taking place around him. Weapons were flying everywhere and it took all of Darik’s concentration not to skewered on them. As he weaved through them, he saw a friendly face, Lyth. He was going to help him, but it looked like he had it covered. As he sped past him, Dairk gave him a quick thumbs up. Finally, he was out of the scuffle with only minor scratches to show. Yet, a brilliant idea dawned on him. It was the pinnacle of insanity, but it could have a huge payoff. He ran back into the brawl with a plan in mind.