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

[Daniel Alecson]

Daniel was slient as he listened to the offer of the tavern keep and the matron. The offer wasn't bad, 20 gold miza's to rough up some stranger. Twenty, miza's would be a nice additon to Daniel's already, sizeable collection of money. Daniel didn't really need the money, yet the thought of roughing up the man who had shown such savagry to an innocent women was appealing. Nonethless the fake smile dropped from Daniel's face, his eyes narrowed slightly at the two as he spoke.

"I was raised with the belief that fighting with one's fists is for Monks, Drunks and Savages, I'm none of these things. I am a swordsman by birth, choice and trade. I am no common thug, I may engage in lethal combat for money, but I will not rough up some hooligan for your amusment. I kindly suggest you take your offer elswhere and not impugn my honor with such an offer again", Daniel's voice was stern, as was the way he looked at the two, his voice did not rise to anger though. The tone was simmilar to one that a teacher might use to scold an insolent student, however their was no condecension nor did it sound as if Daniel were talking down to them. Daniel scooped the woman's Mizas from his pocket and handed them back to her.

Finishing his speach Daniel heard a call for the attention, of those within the tavern. Daniel looked up as Cade spoke, listening to the conversation it was apparent that a fight had broken out while Daniel had been occupied with the tavernkeep and the matron. When Cade got to "aggressive expansion" Daniel knew exactly where this was headed. Daniel dropped his mug, quickly unclasping his cloak and throwing it behind him towards where the, girl who'd been part of the heist plan had been sitting, he then quickly drew both his swords, each in a standard one-handed grip.

"Keep that cloak safe, it was my father's", Daniel spoke quickly and clearly to the girl looking over his shoulder as he did so. He then turned his head back to the tavernkeep and matron.

"You might want to get out of here. Thngs are about to get messy", Daniel finished speaking just as Cade hewed into the neck of some drunken sailor. Only one thought was running through Daniel's head, What a great test this shall be. In mere seconds chaos erupted all throughout the bar fists, swords and daggers were being swung wildly al over the place, Daniel was sure he even heard the distinct twang of a bow. Even with his distance from the bar Daniel was not spared from the intial onslaught.

With a blood thirsty roar a burly sailor rushed Daniel, a shortsword in hand the sailor made a sloppy overheaded swing. Daniel raised the wakizashi in his left hand catching the shortsword with his own blade, before stabbing out with his right, catching the man in the midsection. The man's face showed great suprise and he coughed a small ammount of blood, a shadow of a smile played across Daniel's face as he reized this was the same sailor that had given him a dirty look for opening a book in the tavern. Daniel jerked the wakizashi in his right hand, to the right, slicing open the man's stomach, freeing Daniel's blade whilst spilling the man's intestines on the floor. Daniel threw him and his slackening blade arm, cause the man to fall backward to the ground, he didn't move. If the sailor wasn't dead already he would be soon. Daniel struck back into a fighting stance as he waited for another opponent to approach him.

[Ana Sol Starris]

(Ooc: not in a good condition atm, please let me know if I should rerevise this post. Thankyou.)

When Ikbin hadn't turned her in for his own profit, she almost breathed an outward sigh of relief. Even though he had, that didn't mean he would find her in a back alley one night and slit her throat for not following through with his plan. Shuddering lightly at the thought, she'd have to make sure she had some sort of reassurance she could leave the bar without being noticed or bugged by him. But what about the matron and the barman, looking at the two from the corner of her eyes. Picking up the conversation between the two just slightly, next she watched the woman go to the writer as she watched him.

What he had said made her blink, another who seemed to have some honor to them in Sunberth! Watching him carefully, then her attention redirected to Cade as he made his speech. The silence in the room was absolute, Crimson Edge? Recruitment? TRYOUTS?! Anas heart seemed to stop, watching the barbarian slice a sailors head almost clean off. The blood spurt, it poured out while her eyes widened. The tavern became a chaotic uproar of fists, glass, violence, blood, a full out brawl. That didn't matter though, what did was that the writer had thrown her his cloak. His words had barely registered in her mind as she watched as no area was spared from the brawl.

Catching the cloak and folding it clumsily, a look of utter disbelief in her features "you can't be serious-" she went rigid, watching him execute sword moves on a sailor perfectly in her eyes. The gurgle reminded her of a time before this, shaking her head she began to back up with eyes shut tight. Memories flitting across her eyes, she shouldn't be thinking these things right now! Shaking her head slowly then slapping her face hard. Ana blinked, she noticed or rather heard some people to her side getting closer, looking to her right she saw men coming fowards. Ana kept her back to the wall, she had no idea what to do, they were blocking her ways of escape "to your right, swordsman!"

Ana began to brace herself to dart past them at the right time, keeping the cloak under one of her arms and ran past the two. Narrowly avoiding their arms by weaving in and out past them. Ana turned on one foot then took her other foot to one of the rear ends of the men and pushed hard sending the one into the other to fall on the ground of the corner. Feeling an ominous presence behind her Ana looked behind herself and saw the third man, she wouldn't be able to dodge this attack completely as he reached for her she stepped around his hand and to the side to only have him back hand her hard enough to send her too on the ground more towards the swordsman while having the cloak clamped tightly to her body by her arm. Anas yelp of pain was pitiful to say the least.

Her face stung and blood began to dribble down her nose, but that didn't matter. Beginning to scramble to get up, she looked around for some thing to defend herself till a broken glass bottle came in her range. Reaching for it she held it at the now recovered two men and the man who had backhanded her, looking every bit scared and pissed at the same time.

[Ikbin Vorgesetzter]

Ikbin had remained silent throughout the exchange of the woman and the writer, though he had remained taught as a drum, ready to throw himself at the swordsman should he show any sign of accepting her offer. He had failed to hear the man's reasons, but when he returned the gold that she had placed in his pocket to her, he quickly relaxed.

He wasn't quite sure why but Vorgesetzter had taken a liking to the writer and though he wouldn't think twice about eliminating him if he became an obstacle, he nevertheless would have viewed the loss as unnecessary. Although he had threatened to reveal Ana and him to the Tavern Keeper, Ikbin thought nothing of it. He was simply trying to do what was best for himself, and that he understood. Even admired. Plus, the fact that this man was a writer was significant to Ikbin. He had always had a deep fondness for books and those who could write them, having come to believe much of what he believes through books and what they had to share.

Fortunately, the man seemed to deny the lady's request. He would make it a point later to find out exactly why he did this, and perhaps even acquaint himself with the man.

His relaxation was short-lived, however, for at that moment, the man who had paid for the party stood up on the table and revealed his original motives. After he had taken first blood, the Tavern erupted into chaos. Ikbin was immediately charged by a sailor who was about the same height as he was. The man wore an old grey tunic stained brown with who knew what. He looked as if spent much of his life under the mast; his face was gnarled and flushed red by drink; he wore his mangled hair in a loose knot in the back of his head. The man clumsily charged Ikbin and swayed from the influence of alcohol. As he brought up his arms with the intention of wrapping them around Ikbin and tackling him to the floor, Ikbin quickly thrust his right knee forward and up, immediately knocking the breath out of the sailor, causing him to stumble back a few feet, dazed. Ikbin then drew his sword out of his sheath, the distinct scrape of metal on metal filling his ears, he quickly slashed the man from shoulder to hip. The man's scream of pain was quickly transformed to a strangled gurgle as Vorgesetzter sliced his neck and severed his vocal cords. The man collapsed in pool of his own blood.

His attention was quickly turned to the man with the swords throwing his cloak to Ana telling her to keep it safe while she was being charged by a group of sailors. Now how is she supposed to fend for herself while protecting your cloak? he thought. Vorgesetzter watched the mens' surprised and disgruntled faces as Ana weaved in between their clutching hands and booted one in the rear causing him to topple into his partner and land right in front of his own feet. In a matter of seconds, Ikbin quickly kicked them both in the head knocking them unconscious and looked up to see Ana on the ground, nose bloodied, grasping a broken bottle preparing to defend herself against a a group of men heading towards her, their back towards him.

In a second, Ikbin closed the distance between him and the man and with a violent thrust, ran his sword into the man's back through his heart and out the other side. In a gurgled moan the man collapsed. He barely had time to dodge the blow at his face from one of the other men. Sidestepping to his right, Ikbin slashed at the man's torso. Reciprocating what Ana had done earlier, Vorgesetzter launched a kick to the man's side that sent him toppling into his partner, and then into another group of brawlers where they were immediately swept up in the fighting once more. Ikbin then stepped over the first man's corpse, careful to not slip in the blood now pooling at his feet and extended his hand out towards Ana in a gesture to offer her assistance.

[Archelon]

Posting Order:Mok, Kreig Messer, Carina, Idony, Cade, Aleka, Xavior, Ossshamamora, Daniel, Ana Sol Starrism, Ikbin Vorgesetzter It wasn’t at all fair. All Thomas wanted to do was get drunk, but apparently the vagiks of Sunberth had other plans. The petchers had thrown the bar into chaos! Thomas was only a cabin boy; he rarely even got the chance to go into the towns and he had saved up copper mizas from his pay for almost a whole season. The smallest sailor jerked away instinctively as a giant half snake woman erupted in in the cacophony. That was the final straw. Thomas slid down under the table and crawled from hiding spot to hiding spot, keeping near the edge of the room and the brawl. When the boy reached the door he bolted. He didn't bolt aimlessly though; instead he headed straight for the docks, and old leg's house where the taggers usually were. Even this late. While the docks were 'neutral' it didn't mean that there wouldn't be those watching out to see that all chaos didn't break loose. Especially not in the sailor's favorite berth, and where they kept the guise of civility to throw off that Zeltivan privateering whore. Though in truth, Thomas would have been glad if she walked into the bar and started laying people down left and right. On the way though, he'd raise the alarm and alert people as he screamed, "Murder in the tavern" over and over again.... Sometimes alternating with, "Evil people are tearing up the tavern, there's two dead already!" As he passed under a rooftop to go about his task... poor little Thomas's voice was not unheard. There were a few watchers this night, staking out the docks to try to bring a load of hurt to the many ne’er do well's who brought in shipments of weapons, and sent out drugs as their payment. "Dust it was called. Horrid thing. Dust... so good to mess with people's minds, and a rather loathsome creation that needed to be destroyed.” But who were these people? They were vigilantes... garbed and girded for a fight, and possessing eyes of rock hard stone as they took things in... Evil... Murder... how they hated that element of Sunberth, how they wished to excise it from all things. Even though they were not above murdering the murderers. They turned as one towards the woman leading them in the raid tonight, a woman with a reputation for being as deadly as anyone else in Sunberth, a woman who could carve, slice and dice her way through most of anything that could catch her. In that she was almost perfect for a vigilante... she could fight what she couldn't outrun, and outrun what she couldn't fight. But what was she? She was a Drykas... one exiled from her homeland, and furthermore uncaring of the reasons. Her name... was Lotharia Bloodrunner, and her eyes would watch the scene carefully before pointing at two of the vigilantes... "Go... Deal with it." The groups numbers would be lesser by two as they turned back towards the docks, but another set of eyes watching the watchers would take note of the change in numbers as poor little Thomas let out a call. The two eyes and ears who had been observing the watchers of the very same shipment would take notice as well. These less than casual observers were dressed far too well for this side of the river. If they had intended to be seen this night perhaps they would have worried for a disguise but instead the pair would look at each other. Yes, Mr. Cotton and Rae-me would look at each other for a moment, and then one would nod in the direction of the tavern, and the other would make an ascent. On padded feet, one would branch off, and the other would remain watching... just watching and waiting as they watched the watcher who watched for the signs of anyone on their hunt who was watching the goods. By now though, quick legged Thomas had passed them by. Nearing Old leg's house, his voice shrilly called out to some of the assembled sailors and taggers, guards who would take notice. In fact, Old Legs would take notice as well and gesture as the boy was brought closer to him. In frightened words, the boy would relay his tale and Old Legs would sit back and ponder, ponder and then wave one of the taggers over... before detailing him and ten more to venture towards the tavern as well. Manowar paid prime protection money; it would be a shame to let that go to waste... no matter what abortion of circumstances was going on within the tavern right now. And the sailors... well the sailors would have several responders looking for a good scrap, that several being about forty or so who would begin to slowly follow after, grabbing knotted ropes, and bilge hooks and man-catchers, as well as long poles they used for docking, and ladder irons. Anything they could get their hands on to cause pain would suffice. One would even have the forethought to begin to tie a rope into a noose. Robern didn't mind when the citizenry used the gallows, at least not when he didn't need it: the sight of someone slowly struggling amused him. But where was this party to end all parties going? Why, back to the tavern of course! But when would it arrive would be the real question? In the tavern though, Manowar looked oddly askew at ‘Gertsy and lead her and her two escorts back towards a room to a door off the main tavern hall. The four of them would turn and remain on their feet as Father Manowar sipped on his choice beverage of the evening. "You know... I might just have to make these people pay and work off the debt of clearing the bodies... what you think, ‘Gertsy?' You need any new slaves on the plantation? Dhani's a bit big though... and that guy who bumped you earlier might be in for a good spanking." Meanwhile as things passed, the two vigilantes stole round the corner, and began approaching the door, their hands nervously clenching upon their weapons as the cold smiles of killers graced their lips. They'd soon turn and make their way indoors and proceed to smash the nearest brawler's face in, cracking the bone, breaking the cartilage of the nose before they moved onto the next person... the sailor would be dead, the cartilage of the bone passing up into the brain. A rather dangerous preview of the vigilantes’ talents. And what of the watcher of the watchers who were dispatched to watch those who had just entered the fray? The slight female spy followed behind the watchers, a grey-scale wraith in expensive silks. From a corner she spied the two enter the tavern. Removing a lavishly engraved silver flute and loaded a dart laced in poison. Just in case. Following into the tavern behind the watchers she was met with the utter pandemonium that was a bar brawl... a bar brawl with dead bodies already that was about to become a ten times worse for those involved. Of course, that was barely an inkling of things to come what with the approaching crowd of Taggers and Sailors coming for a bruising good time to be had by all. One thing was unsure of: whether or not anyone was getting out of that tavern alive this night... Players Please note:these are modded npcs and can't just be cut down. PC's can fight them but they cannot outright kill them. For the sailors you guys seem to want to slaughter: feel free to make five sailors die. That's total : amongst all your posts.

[Mok]

oocI apologize for lagging on the post. I have been busy.

The effects of the pulp finally began to set it. His vision began to slowly vibrate. The effects of pulp were different every time one consumed it. For Mok there was no telling what would happen this time. As the seconds passed the vibrations got faster and faster until everything was a blur of color. Next, a soft screech sounded in his ears. Similar to the vibrations, it slowly got louder and louder. Leaning back on the stool Mok stared up at the ceiling and tried to get his barring straight. Soon the noise consumed him. Nothing was audible to Mok. Eventually even his vision blacked out. This was a new experience for the warrior.

Anyone looking at him would immediately realize that he was rolling; a devilish grin spread across his face. Closing his eyes Mok waited for the noise and vibrations to pass.

"Carina... You gotta try this," the half-blood whispered to his former companion. "It is unbelievable. It really is."

Suddenly the ringing stopped. The myrian opened his eyes. An explosion of color and sound erupted in his face. This drug was truly unbelievable. He felt amazing. His whole body was numb and prickly. He felt so strange. His past experiences with the drug were nothing like this. All of the colors in the tavern were distorted to the max. Looking at Carina, the myrian burst into laughter. She looked exactly the same as before, except for a few minor detialsc. The seductress now had bright orange hair, light-green skin, and purple eyes. To the myrian this was hilarious.

Shedding tears of laughter Mok decided to bring Carina in close again, "Are you having a good time Carina? Listen, it won't last forever. Enjoy yourself now woman... Don't bottle it in, but turn it into something new. You need to try this!"

The myrian reached out and grabbed the lit pipe with his free hand, "Inhale deeply."

~~~

Mok was enjoying himself immensely as the party progressed. He was content with just sitting at the bar sipping away at drinks and enjoying the company. Every person in the room looked insanely strange. He did not recognize any faces except for those in the Crimson Edge. Some of the things he saw were down right unbelievable. For example, many of the customers had different shaped heads with normal bodies; pigs, dogs, cats, frogs, snakes, bears, were just a few of the heads he saw. Some people just were all the wrong colors, like Carina and Cade. The barbarian's skin was tinted black and his hair was flaming red. Mok decided that it was a good look for his cousin. Still others were just out right insane, like his new friend Xavior, who looked like a devilish monster from a faraway land.

That is not all he saw. Every time the kitchen door was opened the sight of dancing spoons, knives, and plates filled Mok's eyes. The barmaid who walked back and forth was having a lot of trouble keeping the food from flying off the plates and splattering against the walls. Speaking of walls, the tavern was bleeding. Mok didn't know what the hell it was, but sure enough they were dripping. This lead the myrian to the floor which was undoubtebly moving as well. Color continued to explode.

After what seemed hours, his cousin Cade stood up on a chair and began to address the tavern. His shadow loomed over the whole tavern. It seemed to creep more and more and envelop the weak minded. Up until now, the myrian had been laughing and having a blast, but now a feeling of dread passed over his whole body. Mok had a feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was the same feeling as countless times before: a pain just above his loins. It was his sixth sense, or so Mok believed. Shit was going to hit the fan fast.

Cade began his little speech and seconds into it he gave Mok a curt nod. That was the signal. Shit was about to hit the fan. Mok's heart started to beat loudly. His chest felt like it was going to explode, but the myrian couldn't help but grin for it would soon be time to clash. Next, the myrian quickly checked that he had armor. Next his gladius. Nothing. It was nowhere to be found. Where the hell was his weapon? This wasn't good, not at all. The brawl would begin in moments and he had no petching weapon! Looking back on this fight later, that was the stupidest Mok could do in the situation.

"Carina, be safe." Mok whispered just as his cousin decapitated the first sailor. Blood squirted out of his body and made strange shapes in the air. Images of ships, swords, and ale squirted from the man's neck. It was an amazing sight for the warrior to behold but he had no time to spare for the bar had just imploded.

First order of business: finding his blade. It had to be somewhere around his seat. Jumping up, the myrian hurriedly looked for his weapon. Not on the floor. Pushing Carina out of the way, the myrian checked under her seat and the stool behind her. Still nothing. Mok was wasting valuable time and it would get him in a lot of trouble fast.

Then suddenly his mind clicked and he remembered. His weapon must have fallen behind the bar. Immediately, the half-blood warrior looked over and spotted his gladius. Perfect. He didn't have a second to lose. Leaning over the counter, Mok stretched for his blade. The moment he had a grip on his blade, the lights went out.

CRACK!

One of the brawlers, as hard as he possibly could, smashed Mok in the back of the head with a wooden club.

A flood of light and sound. His body was literally ringing like a bell. The vibration surging through his body. Drooling, Mok made an attempt to crawl, but it was too difficult. He couldn't think at all. His heavy head felt like mush. The ringing and vibrating continued.

Then the incapacitated warrior got hit again. This time a sharp pain on his left shoulder. Someone had swung down and sliced him. Luckily for Mok, he was wearing armor or the wound would have been fatal. The vibrations continued. Using all his strength and will power, he tried to crawl forward. Anything to get away from his assailant.

He couldn't think at all. Everything he was doing was on instinct now. He just needed to get away. There would be no quarter now. The myrian had managed to crawl a few feet with no repercussions. What he really needed to do was get back into the fight. Using the blade in his right hand, Mok propped himself up with the blade and slowly got to his feet. This was an excruciating process; his head still ringing.

Maybe only twenty seconds into the brawl Mok was already petched up to the max. The effects of the pulp, the alcohol, and the blow to the head were a lot for one to handle. Still behind the bar, the myrian could not spot the person or people that had gotten him. The vibrations continued. The myrian staggered away from the fight. Hopefully no one would notice him. He needed to get his head on straight before he could fight.

A man is thrown over the bar, only to crash into the wall. The myrian stepped over the lump on the floor. Glass shards were everywhere. The howls of men filled the air. Without warning Mok vomited some putrid black liquid. The acid in his mouth burned. The ringing in his ears was now painful. His padded shirt was now wet with blood.

"Uhhh." the myrian gurgled. He needed to start fighting. Cade and carina needed him to start swinging the sword, not mope around.

Slam! The myrian was suddenly tackled by one of the sailors. Thick sweat arms wrapped around his waist and Mok was driven into the floor. Opening his eyes, the myrian was greeted by a grizzled, sweaty face red with fury. Using all the strength he had in his left hand the myrian palmed the man in the face and pushed with all his might in attempt to get him off. In response, the sailor grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face onto the floor. Another blow to the head. And still another one. The myrian again vomited the vile black liquid.

The vibrations began to slow down as adrenaline pumped through his body. It was fight or flight now and the warrior's myrian half was beginning to show. The myrian's right eye was black and bloody after three slams from the sailor, but that was just what he needed. Now he was ready to fight and kill. Gaining a majority of his senses back, Mok fought back.

"AGHHHHHH!!!" The myrian curled his fist up and jammed his thumb as hard as he possibly could into the man's eye. Blood squirted out like a fountain as he dug into it. The sailor immediately let go of the myrian and leaned back. He wasted no time and began to swing at the man's face.

Crack, crunch, crack went Mok's hands as he smacked the sailor. Blood sprayed on his face. The sailor went limp. Mok mounted him and continued to punch away.

Mok was infuriated. His blood was boiling. He was not in the mood to petch around in more. Someone was going to have to pay for what just happened to him, even if it meant the half-blood would perish in this fight.

Kill CountMok: 1 sailor

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Kreig Messer]

Listening to the fine host's rather uncreative speech, Kreig could not help but give off a wider grin "Oh? Quite the challenge lied down before us" He grinned at the lovely drunken sailors before him "Well, you all heard the man" He said as one suddenly charged at Kreig with a small club in his hand, ready to strike Kreig with overhead blow. With his drunken movement it wasn't hard for Kreig to simply move to the side, grab the lovely man by the front of his shirt and back his head and used his own movement to lunge him forward at one of his friends, causing them to crash into one of the tables . Of course now that he had his back turned it meant one thing for others. With a sudden sound of a bottle breaking over Kreig's head, he moved in a slight daze as blood seeped down his forehead.

Kreig only grinned as he ignored the pain for the moment and turned around to punch the offender square in the face, his gauntlet increasing the strength of the punch as the pleasant sound of the offenders nose cracking and teeth shattering giving a sense of pleasure to the smiling brawler as his foe fell backwards ' Such a wonderful sound, such euphoria' He thought, the adrenaline rushing throughout his body. He turned his attention to the other two Drunkards as one broke a bottle in order to make it more like a makeshift stabbing weapon as he held it from the top.

The drunkard lunged at Kreig with his makeshift weapon, Kreig moved to the side in order to avoid but was not quick as the sharp point of the broken bottle grazed his side. Kreig gave an audible hiss as he endured the pain and quickly grabbed the assailant by his armed hand and punched him in the abdomen, taking the wind out of him. Kreig followed up with an elbow strike at the drunkards back as he grasped his stomach, subduing him as the drunkard fell. This left the other one, more would be soon to come though 'Wait, where is the drunkard?" He asked himself, only to be answered by a blow to his. As Kreig fell to the ground grasping his back and saw that the drunkard carried a chair, now broken from the force of the blow.

Kreig noted as he slowly stood up that the last drunkard was preparing to strike with another child, as he got up in time he caught the chair before the drunkard had it in full swing. He headbutted the poor fool which caused him to relinquish the chair to Kreig’s hands, who swung the chair at the poor drunkard’s side, causing him to fall to the side in defeat ‘HOO, I need to sit down for a sec’ He thought as he looked for an unused chair, delighted that he found one. He sat there grasping his bleeding side as he looked upon the bloody anarchy ‘HOO, BEST NIGHT EVER’ However Krieg's situation was turning bad, very bad. As a great number of people were now in the bar with a small number of them being people Kreig knew would be more than he can handle ‘Still, This would be the most entertaining night I ever experienced’

Kill Count2 of 5 total sailors dead.

[Carina]

Mok's warm embrace was a comforting thing at the end of her journey, giving the word 'home' a more real meaning. And when he offered her a glass of whiskey, she was slow to take it; letting the moment linger. The moment that she had returned, and was welcomed. "Its a relief to finally be back." She said in a quiet voice, her smile remaining. "I'll tell you all about it later tonight perhaps. Once things have quieted, and I have a chance to wash up. For now though, how have you been?" It would be nice to listen to him talk of the happenings of Sunberth in her absence. But before he did, she watched him light up something by the name of Pulp. His reaction when its effects had finally set in was rather amusing, and not just for her; judging from Mok's laughter. What was he laughing at, she wandered, not having the slightest idea, but finding it entertaining at least. And when he offered some to her, she might have taken it too, but then she heard Cade's voice roar over the muddled voices of the tavern. Apparently she was just in time for one of his recruitment parties. Another one of the methods he would use now and again to find more members for their organization. Before he had even finished speaking, Carina could feel the tension rising in the tavern. People's muscles stiffening noticeably; unprepared for a fight, while others slowly reached for their weapons. What a nice way to ruin a night of relaxing and merriment. 'I guess this was what the celebrating was all about... but why today of all days??' She asked in annoyance as her hopes for a quiet night were destroyed. Looking around the tavern, she watched as the sailors readied themselves for what was sure to be a vicious fight. And of course, to start things off right, Cade was the first to shed blood when he lopped off the head of a sailor. Then when Mok spoke to her, she couldn't help but chuckle a bit. 'He want's me to be safe? He's the one that's high off his ass.' Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud; things were going to get messy enough without her throwing her two-cents in. Then, only moments later, she watched as Mok searched for his weapon. Not wanting him spill the pulp, she took the pipe from him and moved out of his way before he forced his way past her in a growing urgency. Taking a moment to sniff at the pipe, she cringed a bit at the smell, then placed it in her pocket for safe keeping. And she didn't have a moment to spare; seconds after, a drunk flew past her to attack Mok. "Right now isn't the best time to experiment with pulp..." She whispered to herself as she watched fights break out all over the tavern. "No time to relax now. First I need to get us out of here..." That would be easier said then done Though. If they had really thought things through, then maybe they would have come to the conclusion that fighting while under the influence of anything, was more often then not, a loosing battle. The fact that she had just gotten back, and was already in a fight, frustrated her. The fact that Cade thought this was a good idea, frustrated her. But what frustrated her the most, was that she hadn't had a chance to rest yet. 'Why me??' She asked herself before picking up a plate and smashing it over the head of one of Mok's attackers. Watching how he recovered from the first barrage of attacks, she knew he was in really bad shape, and the fight had only just begun. Taking a look around the tavern again, she spotted Cade, hoping that he was fairing better then his cousin. She also noticed that a few scared drunks were stumbling over each other in an attempt to escape the scene. Watching this, she took a deep breath, time seeming to slow for a moment as she reminded herself of something she might have forgotten. This was the life she had picked, and she wasn't about to change it now. Returning to the situation at hand, she took a second plate and smashed it over another of Mok's attackers with enough force that it would have at least made him a bit dizzy, if not knocking him out. And when the burly sailor was disoriented, Carina took the opportunity to pull him away from Mok. The task proving more difficult then she had thought. Only managing to pull him off, but not away. Realizing that she was running out of plates in arms reach, she glanced around in hopes that another option would present itself. Quickly she noticed some of the barmaids hiding in the back of the tavern, peaking out through the door that lead to the kitchen. Then on the other side of the tavern, at the stairs, she saw people peaking down to see just what was going on. Mostly couples who were probably interrupted by the noise that erupted downstairs in a matter of moments. Then looking back down at Mok, who was beating his last attacker to a pulp, she decided to try and pull him away from the fight. Surely things would not go in his favor while hallucinating. So kneeling down next to him, she took hold of one of his arms, then reached behind his back with her free hand and took hold of his shoulder. "Mok, do you really plan on fighting in this condition?! Don't be an idiot!" Trying to pull him off of the already unconscious man, she would try and get him to follow her to the back room and away from the fight. And if he decided not to budge, and insisted on fighting, she would have no choice but to be watchful and step in when she thought things were getting out of hand again. But if she was wrong, and things still went in her companions favor, she would try to lay low until less people were left standing.

[Fallon Dawn]

“Holy petching hell!” was all Fallon could say, or think, as the room exploded in chaos. Up until then, she had been blissfully unaware of what was going on around her. She yelped as someone took a swing at her, ducking at the last second. “Woah, hey! Watch it!” she yelled at them, then stayed low to the ground, taking in, what seemed to be to her, a rapid change of events. Bodies were already littering the ground, thought most were unconscious. One was missing its head. The sight instantly sobered up her hazy mind and brought on a bout of fear and adrenaline. “There’s no such thing as a peaceful gathering around here, is there?” she grumbled to herself. “Oh, no! It isn’t a party in Sunberth until guts are spilled!This is why I’m considering going pacifist!” Then she swung her leg out and knocked a man off his feet, bringing him crashing to the floor and effectively dismissing her last statement. Quickly, she scurried over to the bar, planning to hide behind it, but found men were going at each other there as well. Shyke. Where else to go? She couldn’t just join in. Fighting was not her strong point, at all. Well, perhaps a table could offer some protection. She ducked under a nearby one and curled up, hoping to be ignored.

[Cade]

The carnage within the tavern sparkled a gleam of joy in the barbarian’s inferno glare as he watched bodies of men and women clash in battle. This was nothing short of beautiful to the savage merc, though his lamenting was cut short The very chair he stood upon was kicked out from underneath him. Cade’s body crashed hard to the tavern floor, but his hand held true to his sword while his battle instincts kicked in. He rolled backwards springing to his feet with panther like reflexes to square off to the person who had knocked him off his pedestal.

Across the mounds of brawling forms, these two figures snarled at each other. In this utter drinking hole they moved with little hampering from the chaos around them. The warm rank air was over them, with few dead littering the floor. Slowly walking over the dead they came in intense brooding silence. They both stood face to face, fangs lusting for more bloodshed.

Both Cade and this challenging sailor were large men, Cade built like a tiger, the other a bear with a large black main and beard to match. Cade’s sword was still wet from his previous kill and still hungered for more.

"Cade” Said he, "You death will be told to my younglings of the man that stood before me and fell”

"Frek you!," Growled the savage "in hell you will tell your bastards that you met Cade of the Crimson Edge".

The large ma roared as he leaped forward, his sword slashed out in a deadly arc. Cade staggered back, his vision was filled with coloured sparks as the sailor’s blade clashed on his own, shivering his nerves. But as Cade reeled, he thrusted with all the power he could muster from his broad shoulders, hammering his longsword in counter attack. The blade tore through cloth and bones, the bear of a man died at Cade's feet. The familiar smell of the dead sailor releasing his bowels, the last of one’s death, stinted Cade's sense of smell.

The barbarian looked around to crowd slowly closing in on him, as if he killed a hero of theirs and vengeance needed satisfaction. The bloodletting continued all throughout the tavern but only this small blip was all Cade could focus on. His thoughts were only on the killing for that was all the reaction time he had.

[Aleka]

Following the man wasn’t that hard to do given many of the sailors, men of the sailing career were easily parted for the Myrian looking man (since to Aleka Cade didn’t look anything like the Svefra men she had grown up around in her pod). That and she had to admit for a brute the barbarian didn’t have a bad backside well what she could make out under his armor, which caused her to smirk to herself as while she had never taken a bedroll playmate she was no innocent girl as to what happen between a man and a woman at times beyond kissing and ‘petting’.

Stopping just behind and slightly to Cade’s left side as he climbed up on to his perch of a chair, Aleka couldn’t help but wonder what the chair was made out of to support a weight like what his had to be given his size and muscle mass. Turning her undivided attention back on to Cade’s voice and his words she smirked a little more, as her head turned toward the crowd of drunken sailors. It was now she realize that the sailors weren’t all men like it seemed to be before. There were at least a few women mixed in! Oh now this would be interesting, as Aleka liked the idea of taking out a few of those women that seemed to be glaring at herself and a few of the other women that seemed to be hanging around Cade and his group (Carina and Fallon near Mok). Time to teach those sea bitches where they should keep their eyes.

No sooner had the blood of a sailor been spilled then Aleka felt like she was seeing the world in a sea of red, like as if she had just witnessed a shark feeding frenzy and now the waters were stained with the juice that often kept many species alive. It was like a trigger for a part of the woman that often was hidden in mystery even to Aleka since her Mother hadn’t often talked to her about her father even if she carried his name in her own.

Pulling forth her khopesh, the sound only audible to her since every other noise in the tavern would have drown it out to those around her, but for her it was like someone sounding the bell or horn to signal that the gladiators inside of a pit fight could start.
Moving away from Cade as she didn’t want to honestly hit a supposed ally if she could get away with it, Aleka moved a little farther to her left, twirling her weapon around in her hand and grinned at the woman signaling to the sailor girl that she should just try something. The halfblooded woman was about to move closer when she had to suddenly duck the swinging blade of the man attacking Cade. Okay so maybe she hadn’t got clear enough so Aleka continued to move toward the gathering of women that seemed to want to bring harm to those that were friends with the big warrior.

However before Aleka could get any closer, she was grabbed from around the waist by a sailor that had just taken notice of the dirty brunette haired who was standing at her full average height was a bit of an easy target for the larger beefier man of a taller height. The sailor chuckled at the warrior pirate girl as he reached out for the right wrist which was her weapon hand, and currently held her khopesh. Growling, Aleka threw her elbow back into the man’s nose, breaking it with a sweet sickening crunch sound and she was sure he would not only be feeling dizzy but that he would soon be having the taste of warm liquid with a copper metallic taste to it.

This of course gave her time to get away as the sailor as he had released her waist to try and cover his now bleeding nose. Cursing of course that he had just been whipped by a woman that looked like she was nothing. Now that the little issue had been handled, Aleka moved out into the bar’s main floor and looked around at the chaos that was befalling the tavern. ‘I don’t think this is gonna end good.’ She thought to herself as she noticed that there already seemed to be more than just a few bodies littering the stone floor.

What was worse was the blood and brain matter that seemed to now decorate the walls of the establishment. Shaking her head, the pirate reef walker was starting to wonder if this had been a bad day to stop into the port city, hell even this bar for that matter. Gazing at the doorway something told her to get out of there, to just leave the rough group behind and leave before whatever served as authorities in those parts arrived to break up the destruction that was being done. Her feet started to move her toward the only exit and entrance into the bar that she could tell, beside going through a window like it seemed a few sailors had done while battling each other.

Alas she would never be able to exit to safety, let alone get half way to the door before the group of female sailors stopped her by standing both in front and behind her. With her weapon at a slight angle from her side, Suvan blue eyes began to judge the opponents that had approached her.

“Think you’re going somewhere sweetie?” the leader of the girls asked as she sized up Aleka’s body. Once again it seemed the Svefra mix-blood’s beauty was her undoing even if she never saw what others could see through the mud, dirt and grime of a hard life. Aleka said nothing sure that if she did so it would get herself in trouble. She finally thinking with a bit of caution instead of throwing it to the win like she had before the brawl had broken out.

“Aww forget how to suddenly speak? Not so tough now that you don’t have that walking mammoth around you, aye?” The woman forked a thumb over in that direction of Cade. Oh that ruffled the feathers.

“I don’t need anyone to protect me.” She spat out before she could hold her tongue. This of course brought a wicked grin to the leader’s lips.

“You heard her girls, the little sea rat doesn’t need protection.” Looking around the darker brunette leaned in as if to whisper, “Funny I don’t’ see any other sea rats around. Bad for you darlin’ I’m sure you’ll fetch us a pretty miza on the slave market once we’re done with you.” Oh that was the wrong move. The other woman had just revealed the groups hand and it was not one Aleka liked the ‘looks’ of. No she would be no man or woman’s slave that was for sure.

As fear of a cage flooded her thoughts, the half bred was shot with a dose of adrenaline, her fight or flight reflex kicking in. And given she couldn’t’ really fly just then given the mass of obstacles that was between herself and freedom, so it would have to be a fight response. However she wasn’t that fast as one of the women behind her sent a hand flying at Aleka’s back, causing her to stumble toward the leader that swung out. This time Aleka got lucky and ducked as her right arm swung out back behind her, the hook of her khopesh was aimed at the leg of the woman that had pushed her, so with a yank the attacker was now on the floor with the back of her knee sporting a hole and a slice as Aleka ripped the khopesh from the woman’s leg.

However to pull this move off it left her side open to attack which was what happen as a billy club was swung into her ribs. Knocking the breath from her, and sending Aleka down to one knee with a grunt of pain. Oh that was going to leave a bruise in the morning if not leave her with a few broken ribs. This position was what the leader had been waiting for as she grabbed Aleka’s head by a fist of hair, pulling her head back so the pirate would be forced to look in the alpha dog in the eyes. “Foolish woman, we are many and you are but one.” A blow to her wind box caused Aleka to tear up as she felt like she had just been choked.

The leader let her go, throwing the tangled haired brunette to the blood, sweat and gods only knew what else covered floor. The woman did not let Aleka up as she held her down with a single foot, her group laughing at the ‘sea rat’ as Aleka fought to regain her breath through injured ribs, a damaged throat and most likely lungs that might just be bleeding or would end up there by the time the night was over. Ale was using the time she was down on the floor to try and regain some of her fighting energy. However before she could darkness came to her vision as oxygen was deprived from her lungs. So there laid the Reefwalker passed out beneath the foot of her opponent, who stood over her laughing among her companions.