Sunberth walts! (kreig messer)

by **Osd** on December 7th, 2013, 8:08 pm

Spring 70th 505AV in the evening.

His job at the forge was done for today, the weather was nice and he had a few miza in his pocket that just begged to be spent before they got stolen. So he and a few of his buddies did the only thing they knew to do in their free time. Go to the pub and get roaring drunk for the evening.

They quickly got to a table and ordered their ale. As they got drunker and drunker, their tales became taller, their voices louder and their tempers shorter. Which was promptly demonstrated when somebody bumped into Osd's chair.
"Oi petcher! Watch where you're going you blind vagik!" He yelled as he stood up from his chair and glared at the man. His buddies giving grunts and cheers of aproval. Quickly followed by the rest of the tavern as they saw a bar brawl coming. Encouraged by the approval from the crowd the young boy grinned and threw a punch at the older man. His drunken mind not really registering that the man looked as if he could use him as a dishrag to clean the tables with.

by **Kreig Messer** on December 14th, 2013, 4:55 pm

Kreig was a tad pissed off, to say the least.... his boss at the docks chewed him out for no damn good reason. Seriously, the bastard just riffed at him for something so trivial that a Yukman would call him out on his overreactions How the petch I'm I responsible for a blood stain over a century year old?! If we were to turn back a hundred years to find out why, then one would sure one of Kreig's ancestors could indeed be involved with that stain in the ground...for now, lets not. As such he went to one of the lovely tavern's to relax in the lovely atmosphere. He enjoyed the rowdy noise the patrons made and he enjoyed himself to a mug of ale, careful as to not get himself drunk and thus become vulnerable to some thieves.

As time passed and it became ever so rowdier, Kreig took it as a sign that it was best to leave, not wishing to get a headache from the noise. Fate on the otherhand seemed to have another thing planned for the Brawler as he accidently bumped into one of the patrons. He was about to apoligize to the young upstart, unfortunately the drunken lad gave no chance....

"Oi petcher! Watch where you're going you blind vagik!"

Huh, well isn't he a polite young Annnnd at this moment, what looked to be a brawl was about to commence. Indeed, Kreig didn't plan for things to go this way but... Eh, why not? I love a good scrap more than anything....well, almost as much as I love mother Kreig let a wide menacing grin appear on his face, his right hand darting upward as he cought the lad's hand by the wrist and twisted it, forcing the lad to move with it and bend or else risk a broken bone. Then he grabbed him by the back of his head and moved his hand back then violently SLAMMED his face into the table just mere moments ago the brat was sitting at, hard enough that he had certainly lost consciousness.

"Now lads, fair warning....I've got some anger built up within me, yeah? So best not get in my way if you know what's good for ye" Kreig threatened with a blood thirsty grin and an angry glare at the lad's friends and anyone who dared look into his direction.....With that, the bar fell silent for a single tick and then instantly broke as the Tavern erupted into a full scale brawl. There was no specific target, it was a free for all and only the ones left standing are the winners.

One of the lad's mates immediately darted forwards, throwing an awkward if albeit heavy punch at the brawler's face. It struck, the petcher smiling at his accomplishment....until his wrist was grabbed by the Brawler who slowly pulled the fist away from his face, then rammed his forehead into the center of the thug's face. Blood spurted from the thug's as he toppled on his back, the shock combined from the pain of the blow making him lose consciousness just like that brat.

"one...two...three" Three of the brat's compatriots were left and they looked rather hesitant at what to do next, Kreig calmly grabbed one of the bottles they were drinking and slowly drank up all its contents. The meaning of this was quite obvious to the remaining three, they were be insulted by this over confident bastard in front of them and overcome with rage due to their alcohol addled minds launched themselves forward at Kreig.

"Idiots..." Kreig suddenly announce as he removed the bottle and flipped his grip on it, quickly swinging it at the first one. The thick glass colliding with the bastards face and violently pushed him to the side. Kreig quickly followed up by grabbing the second by the neck with his left hand and violenty pulled him in for a knee strike to his groin. The man let out a high pitched yell as he slumped to ground, hand on his privys as tears ran down his face.

The third was about to receive the brunt of it however as he slammed a chair into the brawlers back. Kreig grunted in pain as stumbled forwards, then quickly as he kicked the bastard into the stomach. The third stumbled back as the air was knocked out of him. Quickly the brawler moved around the fallen chair ,grabbed the piece of shyke by his shirt punched him in the stomach again, forcing him to his knees and finally ended it by smashing his knee into the idiot's forhead... then he let go as the third fell to the ground, unconscious like the rest of his friends. Suddenly an empty mug struck the back of the brawlers head.

"You....Vagiks....I will break you" He grinned widely as he slowly turned and threw himself into the fray, his adrenaline pupmpin as wild joy irradiated from every pore of his body.

Yes, the beast enjoyed this very much.

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by **Osd** on December 14th, 2013, 6:01 pm

If osd wasn't already a bit drunk he would have felt slightly scared when the man suddenly grinned like a shark who saw a tasty small fish swim past him. He did yelp in pain when the man grabbed his wrist twisted it. Then he felt the larger man grab the back of his head. He saw the wood of the table close in fast. He didn't even feel the impact before everything went black. He dropped like a puppet who had it's strings cut. Falling on the floor with a dull thud.

Osd had a pounding headache, his nose burned and the loud noises of fighting didn't really help with either. He groaned in pain as he forced his eyes open and whinced as the light shone him in the eyes. The young lad tried to remember what the hell happened. Then the memories flooded back. Of that arrogant petcher slamming his head face first into the table.
“That bloody vagik.” He seethed as his eyes shot open. Trying to ignore the pounding headache and the aching nose. He pushed himself upright. Only to fall down again immediatly. He ground his teeth in frustration. By rhysols hairy tits, one punch wasn't enough to keep Osd messer down for the count! He grabbed the edge of the table and pulled himself back upright.

As he was swaying on his feet, using the stable as support, he looked at the brawl going on in the tavern and in the thick of it was his target. Luckely the bastard was pretty darn tall, hard to miss.
“just you wait vagic. I'll get you back for this.” He muttered under his breath as he managed to steady himself. He waited till his target had his back turned towards him. Then he charged through the crowd, using his momentum to clumsely push aside the few people who didn't manage to get out of his way and jumped on the larger man's back. Throwing his arms around hsi neck and holding on with everything he still had.

“You didn't finish the job properly petcher!” He yelled out before biting the man's shoulder.

by **Kreig Messer** on December 15th, 2013, 4:51 pm

Yes, the Brawler was enjoying himself greatly in the midst of this chaotic brawl. His foes were many, his allies were none As it should in a bar brawl thought Kreig as he threw a rough left uppercut in some poor gent's stomach and brutally following up with a straight punch striking the man square in the nose. Suddenly he was blindsided by a powerful punch to the back of his head. He stumbled forward a bit before regaining his balance. Stumbling slightly, he turned around to look at the Vagick with a lazy grin...

' One of them bloody Svefra, eh? ' The one before him was a 6'2" gent, his fist bloody hurt as Kreig felt some blood drip from the back of his head ' Good one' He thought as he approached the bastard, who immediately responded by launching a quick left jab that struck Kreig's right cheeck. It wasn't a painful punch, especially with the adrenaline flowing through Kreig's body, but it was what the Svefra did next that would really hurt. He grabbed the Brawler by the neck of his shirt, lifted him him and with his other hand held him by the waist, carrying the brawler over his head before promptly dumping him on the table.

With a loud crash the Brawler found himself lying on the Tavern floor with broken remain's of the table surrounding him. The brawler moved slowly, but surely, as he picked himself up "That all you got you seafaring shyke?" Kreig growled at the Svefra, to say the Svefra wasn't impressed by Kreig's endurance was an understatement. But he didn't let that phase him as he readied a straight punch "OH no you petching don't" Kreig said as he brought his head back, the Svefra launched his head forward and Kreig launched his head forward in tune. His forehead collided with the Svefra's fist, the momentum of his own head countering that of the punch. The bloody Svefra pulled his fist back as he flexed his painded fingers, surprised by Kreig's sturdy head.

The Brawler grinned as blood dripped from his forehead, he wasn't going to be dazed by this! His right hand darted forward and grabbed the petcher....oh by the gods, really?!.... He grabbed the petcher by his privy, squeezing hard as to hear the Svefra's high pitched voice, then let go as he swung a left handed back fist aimed for the petches face. The Svefra promptly dropped to the ground, not unconcious....but preferring to nurse his wounds rather than continue joining this madhouse.

Kreig laughed hysterically before “You didn't finish the job properly petcher!” yelping in pain as someone pintsized jumped on his back and bit into his shoulder. It was that stupid drunken brat again! Although he didn't to be drunk anymore, perhaps the alcohol was knocked right out of him.

"Petching little..." Kreig was impressed none the less by the lad, but he was in for a lot of pain now as Kreig simply fell back and landed on the floor, crushing the lad beneath him with all of the brawlers weight "....DON'T GET COCKY!"

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by **Osd** on December 15th, 2013, 5:23 pm

Osd smiled, or at least smiled as good as he could without letting go of his enemy, as the larger man yelped in pain. Some people might have called biting a low blow. But petch them, a low blow was the funniest of blow. He would have loved to have seen the look on the petchers face when he pulled this stunt though.

The young lad was holding on with everything he got when suddenly his target yelled out. "... Don't GET COCKY." And began to fall, backwards. 'Ohh petch.' that was all that shot through his head as he let go of the brawler and tried to scramble out of the way. Tried being the keyword here. He just managed to fall down on the piece of floor, not being fast enough on his feet to evade the large man falling on him. The impact knocked the wind out of him. His headache came back with a vengance when his head hit the floor and his entire body felt like he had been between the hammer and anvil of his master. 'I really didn't think this one through.' he managed to think as he curled up to protect his aching ribs from more abuse as soon as the weight got of him. He wasn't really able to do much else then lay curled in a fetal position and groan in pain.

by **Kreig Messer** on December 15th, 2013, 5:35 pm

"Hmmmm..." Kreig began to mumbled as he slowly got up, he looked at his shoulder and tsked, the vagik left bloody teeth marks! Still...Kreig had his fill for now as he sat down on one of the chairs and grabbed a mug of ale from one of the unoccupied tables. Downing it as he watched the chaos before him ' Just another day.... ' He thought as he slammed the mug on the table and rested his chin on the palm of his fist. He looked at the lad laying on the floor, satisfied he won't get up for a while and annoy him.

He turned his gaze back to the fights and sighed to himself contently "I hope things stay like this..." He said with a tone of fondness as a bottle flew over his head, its contents spilling over his head. He was tempted to get up, but not just yet....no. He picked up the mug again and took another deep swig of its contents before slowly getting up, stumbling forward slightly before allowing a wild grin to appear on his face. Suddenly he dashed forward, shouting " LETS GET THIS PARTY ROLLING!"

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by **Vanari** on January 30th, 2014, 8:05 pm

Osd

Observation	+3 XP
Intimidation	+1 XP
Brawling	+1 XP

Lores :

Kreig

Observation	+3 XP
Intimidation	+1 XP
Brawling	+1 XP
Endurance	+1 XP
Unarmed Combat	+2 XP

Lores :

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