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by **Gwen** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:37 am

Gwen raised an eyebrow at the drunkard that had just been shoved to the floor. She loosed her grip on the dagger behind her back. Jade was much quicker than her, so of course she got to him first. The drunk moaned and babbled something about Jade's mother. She sighed and watched as the weathered knight stood to face the boisterous crowd of drunken men. They don't know what they're getting themselves into, she thought.
But she had little concern for what might happen if a fight broke out. She was more worried about Renmith. She didn't think anyone else noticed, but the husky pup had doubled in size and his mannerisms were that of a prowling predator. Not only did the sudden commotion startle him, but he was ready to rip out the next person's throat that made any advances to harm Gwen.
Gwen prayed to Myra that he wouldn't give away his cover.

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by **Skallagrim** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:09 pm

Lars was slightly perturbed by the escalation of violence, especially with innocents around. With a quick flick of his wrist the sheathed weapon was betwixt the drunken man and the shadowy figure, which for some reason Lars believed to be female.

"Ahh I think that to draw a weapon means you wish to cause harm. I am afraid that I cannot allow you to do that here." Lars said quietly, he moved slightly so his body was facing more towards the drunks, when he caught movement which caused an image of a large fanged canine to briefly dance in his mind then was gone.

"To continue this course of action would be ill-advised, to turn that weapon against me, would certainly mean you wish to fight me." His gray-blue eyes grew large as he looked at all the drunken men, his voice was adopting the command that these men knew, he mien was suddenly no longer peaceful. He was like a large cat, ready to pounce.

"If you wish to lay your lives waste at the alter of my weapons, stand too and draw forth unto battle. I shall grant none of you who draws against me largess or mercy and I shall consecrate your souls to Hotay personally."

Lars stood there, silent, his eyes scanning the men and the crowd, watching to see if someone not party to this would start the melee with a shout or shove.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 1:51 am

Jade eyed the armored man with a slightly more interested light. She was quite certain that she had never heard more artful death threat.
However, her interest quickly shifted to a different source. One of the drunkards finally decided to show just how much prowess with he sword he had...and lunged at the knight. He missed horribly, of course, but his meaty fist collided with the unsuspecting face of one of the men at a nearby table. This gentleman's female consort shrieked, jumping back and bumping into an elf...who stumbled back into a man that had just walked in. This all happened in a matter of heartbeats, and the entire tavern was soon an absolute mess.
Jade hopped right over the table, grin flashing in the dim light. Oh, how she loved a good tussle!
"Gwen, m'dear, see if you can make your way upstairs. I'll be up in a moment!" She called over her shoulder while sending a twisting kick into the small of one man's back. The braggart who had first challenged the world stumbled forward with a snarl. Jade gripped the hilt of her sword, still at her hip, and leaned forward, ramming the hard knob into the soft of the man's belly.
Breaking a chair over one of the fellow's mates, and fighting the urge to giggle while she did it, she found herself looking about for the knight who had attempted to stave off the violence that now ran so rampant. She wasn't certain why, she realized as she swung a foot under those of some faceless brawler that was soon on the floor, but there was simply something eye-catching about the human warrior. It was as though she had seen him before. As though they had agreed to meet here previously. She got approximately the same feeling from the silent, mind-speaking stranger that had hungered for apple. Such a strange thing.
She paused her musings to duck under the leg of a table, catching her hood as it attempted to lift from her face.

by **Gwen** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 10:31 am

Uh huh. Go upstairs. Of course, Jade. Whatever you say, Jade. I'll go upstairs......Like hell I will. Gwen ducked a blow that fell her way and gave a solid kick to another drunkard who had made his way to feeling her rump. By now the entire room had filled with fighting. People began starring in through the windows, some of them gambling on friends or relatives that were in the fight. The bartender just sat on a stool out of the way, dodging the occasional mug that had been thrown astray.
Gwen's attention was preoccupied with her aggressors, and she lost sight of Renmith, who now was the size of an adult dog. He was in on the fight as well, biting opponents' legs and wrists. Gwen, remembering her companion, knocked out another pervert and turned to find the dog. He wasn't hard to find. In fact, it would have been hard to miss him. A big white blur jumped out of the crowd and landed behind the rugged, yet elegant, knight. Renmith turned on him and prepared to attack, flashing white fangs and growling viciously.
Most of the time Gwen wouldn't stop Renmith, but something inside of her screamed to halt the dog's attack. The knight was no foe of theirs.
She reached out with her mind to the animal. RENMITH, STOP!!!! DON'T HURT HIM!!! Renmith must have herd her, because he hesitated in his attack. Instead, he jumped on the man who was coming at the knight in his blindspot and ripped a chunk of muscle from his shoulder. Howling with pain, the man ran out of the bar and the dog turned to run back to Gwen.

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 1:45 pm

Once the fighting started, Lars knew that the die had been cast. He gripped his sheathed sword, one had on the pommel, the other midway along the blade. Lars stepped forward and jab the sheathed weapon into the bulbously large middle of a man who instantly fell to his knees.
There was a slim, cloaked figure who was a whirlwind in the middle of melee, but before Lars could admire anymore he heard a grunt and tankard crashed on the table next to him.
Turning, he slid to his left to avoid a wildly thrown punch to his head. Dropping his shoulder a bit he brought the hilt of the sword in a downward strike, connecting with the jaw of another drunken fighter, knocking him down and out of the brawl.
As he righted himself, Lars felt a hefty blow on his vambrace, looking down he saw a…goose leg leaving a trail of grease. Following the greasy leg up the arm that wield it, finally staring into the eyes of a young man, slightly rotund and for all the world realizing his mistake.

Lars shook his head and in one smooth motion grabbed the young man by the head and spun him around, once the ample buttocks were in view, launched a heavy boot knocking the man into the crowd that was gathering at the door.

Hearing a snapping and gnashing behind him, Lars turned and heard a scream as a man ran from the area, blood dripping. For an instant Lars believed he had seen a dog, but it had seemed to vanish. The fight was becoming dangerous and Lars didn’t see a need to have anyone die.

Drawing his great war sword, he held it in such a way that it caught the light from the fire place and created a scintillating display of reflected light. His baritone voice rang out, above the din and seemed to echo in the tavern.

Oh Goddess, lead us from the unreal to the Real.
Oh Goddess, lead us from darkness to light.
Oh Goddess, lead us from death to immortality.
Peace, Peace, Peace unto all.

O Goddess Myra may there be peace in Celestial regions.
May there be peace on earth.
May the waters be appeasing.
May grains be wholesome, and may trees and plants bring peace to all.
May all beneficent beings bring peace to us.
May thy Myric Law propagate peace all through the world.

May all things be a source of peace to us.
And may thy peace itself bestow peace on all.
And may that peace come to me also.

Lars then leveled his sword and shouted “In the name of the Goddess Myra, cease this fight!”
The image of the knight, standing before the fireplace, the glow that surround him, in the chaotic mess of the tavern gave him a ethereal appearance. The flames seemed to rise to his words. A rush of a breeze flowed through the open doorway.

Lars waited to see if the fighting ceased, if it didn’t he would heft shield and lay into them, bringing peace to this mob.

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 2:31 pm

Another bright day....the day he hates the most. Marion moved through the bustle of the Klastor bazaar. He kept himself well cloaked not for the sake of not being seen, but to keep his sailed skin from exposer to peering eyes and sunlight. It wasn't hard to see Marion, he towered over the crowd, he shady cloaked form illuminating all. He looked normal aside from his tall appearance save the what looked to be a misshapenness on his back. His wings folded carefully on his back, behind folds of cloth and cloak.

"You ther! C'mon over and replace that there tattered piece of loin cloth!!" a human hawker yelled from a nearby shop.
Marion looked down at his cloak, the back to the hawker, a look of annoyance on his face. With a heave, he jumps, landing in front of the human. Grabbing his collar, lifting him off his feet. "Watch what you speak of, human." Dropping him, Marion disappears.

Later on the human went to the back of the shop, shaken from his encounter. He sat down a near by bench, putting his hands on his head, sighing deeply. There was a what sounded like a gust of wind against metal. The mans eyes went dark, he fell to the floor, blood flooded the floor. Marion appeared from the shadows, a glint of obsession in his eyes. Swiftly he took his shruikan out of the mans head, and fled the scene.
Moments later a seamstress appeared looking for extra cloth when she spotted the man dead on the floor. Letting out a screech of fear she ran out into the street screaming "Murder! Murder!"

Marion sat at the roof of the building, watching the scene unfold.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:36 pm

Jade paused, one arm locked securely around the meaty throat of a brawler. The man's face was swifting fading from blue to purple, and his hefty form was sinking to its knees. As he crumpled to the floor, she straightened, pushing bits of varying red hair back under her hood. The chaos had paused, as those involved in the struggle stared uneasily at the knight who had called for peace.
Slowly, those on the floor were helped to their knees or feet, half-thrown chairs were awkwardly set back down, and relative peace eased back into the scene as though Myra herself had just poked her head into the door. Jade's hands worked to casually smooth out her cloak, tucking away the few pouches of coins that had been...dropped...in the scuffle. The bright green flashes that made up her eyes from deep within her facial covering were glimmering with amusement.
"Well fought and well said, sir knight," The odd lilting voice drifted from under the hood as she nudged a fallen man away from the table she had been originally sitting at. She finished off what had been left of her drink, then glanced once more at the man who had, in essence, started and stopped the fight. "Have you a name to seal your prayers with?"

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:33 pm

Lars waited with bated breath as the chaos seemed to resolve itself and people ceased their actions. His eyes were drawn to the lithe dark figure who down tankard before asking him his name.

"I am Sir Lars, son of Grim." he said as he sheathed his sword and extended his arm to a fallen man, who was struggling to stand after having been choked out. Lars looked at the green flashes of light under the cloak.
His eyes narrowed a bit then he said hesitantly "You are remarkably skilled with fist and foot. I am honored to ave observed some of your skill..." His voice trailing off hoping the cloaked figure would offer a name.

The mumbling and groaning of the combatants filled the small tavern, some good jovial laughing began as people started rehashing extremely exaggerated combative prowess.

Lars lifted his fallen chair with a boot when the cries of "Murder...Murder!!" could be heard outside of the tavern. Shaking his head Lars looked towards the heavens and muttered "Goddess, just a moment of peace is all your humble knight asks. Just a day when nothing happens."

Turning he looked at the cloaked figure, then towards the table it had come from. He saw another female and an oddly wrapped being.

Looking at the barkeep he motioned for a round of drinks for them and asked "Would you care to share a mug?"

Again the screams of murder could be heard. A wistful smile crossed his lips as he hoped the local sheriff would rally and attend to the incident.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:08 pm

Amid the cries of murder, the rest of the tavern's occupants went on picking themselves up, returning to their drinks and meals as though nothing had happened. The fallen who would not rise again were cleaned up and removed, blood stains mopped up and broken pieces of wood cleared from the area.
Jade eyed the knight (Lars, son of Grim), her invisible expression far less than easy to read. But the hint of a crooked smile could be made out from the shadows. "Son of Grim, 'twould be a bit of an honor. Have yourself a seat."
She glanced at Gwen...and the bloodstained maw of her furry companion...and the bright green narrowed slightly. The tone with which she spoke was, however, teasing rather than annoyed. "My memory may not be as sharp as it was yesterday, little one, but I do seem to recall meself tellin' yourself to go up the stairs and out of a particular tussle. Was it not so?"
As the (now) foursome were brought their fresh round of drinks, Jade accepted hers, but paused with it halfway to her lips. It wasn't something she normally did, but...
"My name is Jade, Sir Knight. Or so my mentor called me, claiming he had never seen such a jaded child 'till he laid eyes upon my own raggedy form." A grin flashed in the dark hood as she drank.

by **Gwen** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:17 pm

"Jade, we've been together for how long, and you still expect me to do as I'm told?" Gwen laughed at her friend. Jade was always telling her to shove off when a fight came along, but she rarely listened. She bent down pulling a cloth out of her pants pocket and began cleaning off the blood from Renmith's mouth, who had already shrunk back down to a small puppy.
You need to be more careful. If anyone had seen you our cover would have been blown.

Don't reprimand me, halfling. It's a bit difficult to maintain this tiny form and protect you at the same time. We demons aren't the best at multitasking.

Isn't that the truth.

She finished cleaning the pup's face and picked him up to put him back in her shirt. He poked his head out to keep an eye on what was going on around them. Gwen walked over to the table where Jade and Sir Lars were and sat down. Jade was already swigging down another drink as she spoke to the knight. Now that Gwen had the time, she studied the knight's appearance.
He was tall, a little over six feet, with scarred tan skin and shoulder-length reddish-blond hair. His grey-blue eyes were deep and thoughtful.
"Where do you hail from, Sir Knight?"

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:30 pm

Lars stood a moment as he took in the odd menagerie of people seated at the table. Taking a tankard from the table he nodded and grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Jade it be then." Lars said as he took a swig. "I have to admit lady I have seen few who are as quick in combat such as yourself." He eyed the other female whom Jade had chided, she was younger, and by the way Jade spoke to her probably a student of some sort.

Lars watched the easy movement of Jade, she was smooth, unlike most women, and the way she held her self alerted Lars to the fact she probably was skilled in combat. Not necessarily the same as Lars, but dangerous none the less. This fact intrigued him as he watched her.

"May I inquiry as to your being in this town?" Lars asked softly as he cocked an ear and heard cries out in the street, apparently the local authorities were coming. "I myself have come here...to be honest I have no idea what lured me to this town. The Goddess directed me here and I have come, I am unsure what her plans are for me, but I keen that I am here is for a reason."

Lars seemed distant as he spoke, as if he were talking to someone else, trying to justify his belief. After a moment he looked at Jade and the others and smiled. "Pray forgive me, I was lost in thought."

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:43 pm

Jade tilted her head as she took in the knight before her. Such an interesting individual. By the way he spoke and the way he took in each sight around him, one could comfortably wager that he was no stranger to the world. And yet, he struck her as humble.
Then again, those that have seen the world...really seen it...are rarely full of pride, I suppose.
"And I have seen few that were so quick into battle...that were so quick out," Jade replied with a slight nod. Her words might have been taken as an insult, but her tone was complimentary. "It's quite an interesting warrior who can call for peace and receive it. I'd wager that Myra has her smile on you."
There was a pause as the serving girl delivered another round of drinks...a gift for the knight who had ceased the property damage.
"You say the Goddess led you here...well, I suppose that's as good a reason to come as any. The lass and I were simply stopping through to catch our collective breath before moving right along on Fate's path." Jade's voice suggested a smile as she removed one glove to better work at the meat that still had not been eaten.

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:14 pm

Lars stopped a moment and turned to the younger female. He flashed a tight smile as he answered her " I hail from a small Jarldom in the kingdom of Nargrande on the far northern coast of North Lellen. I am the seventh son of the Jarl Grim. realizing I had little chance at becoming the Jarl myself I dedicated my life to traveling and learning the world."
Sipping some of the mead he looked at both Jade and the other girl "I have I suppose become what is commonly known as a landless knight, and in many circles, one of little skill or aptitude for being a knight." The look in his eyes and the tightness of his mouth indicated he was struggling with some inner torment about being considered a lesser knight by others. He quickly gulped down the mead in his tankard.

Finishing the mead he smiled and said "Forgive me. You said you travel at the whims of fate? Perhaps the Goddess has allowed our paths to cross for some reason?"

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:26 pm

Jade quietly drummed slender fingers on her tankard, giving Lars a most interested look. A seventh son...one who was quite certain he had relatively little talent, despite the most impressive display he had just set out. She found her mind drifting back to another certain youngest sibling, with a family full of elder children who never ceased to be unimpressed by the little waifs endeavors. If only for this odd coincidence, she empathized with the strange knight.
"In my personal experience, a landless knight tends to be the most efficient," She stated as she swirled the meager contents of her mug, "For, being landless, they have no true people. And with no true people to dedicate themselves to, they seem to wander around protecting any and every thing in their path. Or so I've heard. I've had little use for knights in the past, meself."
She chuckled at her musings, a surprisingly infectious sound, and the green glow from the depths of her hiding place settled back on Lars' face. "Mayhaps we have indeed stumbled across one another with purpose. Landless knight, have you some desperate need to get to any one special place?"

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:37 pm

Lars looked at the shrouded form. For some odd reason he felt a kinship to her, as if they shared experiences, yet he had never laid upon the mysterious Jade before.

Reaching for some of the meat he looked at the shadowed face "May I? I could ask you the same Lady Jade, do you have need of a humble knight?"

Lars listen to the noise around them. The tavern was busy again, laughter and sorrow mingled with clinks of tankards and clatter of platters of food. The people around him had a simple life, one of routine. He sighed almost imperceptibly at the thought of a simple life.

His eyes focused on the shaded face of Jade. "I believe we have be brought to this place for a reason. The Goddess has guided me these many years across the world, always for a purpose. Always for a reason. I would wager Jade, my future is somehow entwined with yours and your companions here."

by **Gwen** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 10:16 pm

Gwen eyed the strange knight. Most men of armor she encountered were loud and obnoxious, rambling on within the confines of the many "battles" they had fought. To find a knight so humbled and penitent as this one was quite refreshing.
Perhaps there are still good people left in this world. It is truly a blessing from Myra to meet such a person.
Gwen smiled politely at Lars. "You are quite the skilled knight, despite what you say. My mentor is never wrong in measuring one's abilities."
Renmith barked at Gwen. She lifted him from her shirt and sat him on the table. Immediately he went for the piece of meat that Jade was reaching for, and snapped it up in one gulp. Then he trotted over to the knight and sniffed his armored hand. After snorting his approval he laid down on the table, wagging his three tails back and forth, never taking his eyes off the knight.
"It seems Renmith approves of you," she chuckled.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 10:29 pm

Jade rolled her eyes, smiling wryly. Nothing like a greedy dog to spark up a conversation.
"You'll have to forgive my young friend's pet. Never passed mannerism school," She offered in a sort of chuckling apology. She then grew serious. Well...less jovial, in any manner.
"Though I'd loathe to consider myself any sort of diviner of what the Gods have in mind for us wee mortals, I must say, chance meetings rarely seem truly chance." Her voice lifted in a smile once more. "Aye...mayhaps there's some great destined occurrence which we're each to play a part in. Mayhaps this could be the start of some grand adventure that alters the whole book of Fate itself..." A grin flashed under the hood. "And mayhaps we've all simply had a wee bit too much grog pass our gums. Either way, 'tis a pleasure enough to make your aquaintance, Sir Lars. May the Siblings enjoy our little show."
She ruffled the fur on Renmith's head, then nudged him back towards Gwen. "Get off the bloody table."

by **Skallagrim** on Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:39 am

Lars was startled by the appearance of the dog...with three tails. "I knew I saw a dog during the melee" Lars said matter-of- fact, "Although I believed it to be a tad larger." Reaching towards the animal slowly he patted the animal atop his head.
"Does he? She? Does the dog have a name?" Lars said softly as he looked at the animal again, his eyes focusing on three tails. Before he could ask about it, he heard Jade's voice. "Get off the bloody table."

Lars settled back and looked at the three...four before him. He had ridden with many companies and fought in many lands, but for some reason beyond his understanding he felt a calm, a peace, he had not felt in a long time.

As he sat there the weariness that he had held back suddenly washed over him. A great sigh escaped him as he lowered his head, when he raised it his voice low "Pardon me friends, I have weariness upon me that I cannot discount any further. I fear I must slumber or I shall collapse."

Standing he gathered his shield, great helm, and arming cap and bascinet.

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