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by **Gwen** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 1:03 am

Gwen ducked a punch from a tall man that was stumbling around.
"I'm kinda busy right now, Jade." Her hair flew wild and she kicked another man who took the liberty of giving her a pinch. Renmith sat off to the side, watching her.
Gwen, why on earth are you getting into this mess?

Gwen threw a few more punches that landed on an unfortunate man's face.

I need the exercise.

It's all rather foolish if you ask me.

Yeah? Well, good thing no one asked you.

Renmith rolled his eyes and yawned. Gwen glared back.
If you think it's so improper why don't you go back upstairs and take a nap?

Someone has to make sure you don't hurt yourself.
Gwen was about to say something more but she gave one more solid punch which ended up in bleeding knuckles.
See what I mean?

Go hike your leg on a bush.

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by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:03 am

Mar watched the others as the, what he thought at best a brawl, unfold. He kept his feet eyeing all who looked upon, but would not raise a fist. He liked this, watching Lars, the knight fight with some other creature, Gwen punching and flailing at men. Mar gave a chuckle, an event he hans't been present for in some time. He always spent most of his time hiding in the shadows, avoiding eyes and sunlight, now look at him. Standing bold as brass in the center of a bar fight. Marion looked at the new creature, he herd a name, Zul'saka. "Hmmm..." But nonetheless, he remaind neutral, watching and laughing at the fight.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 9:09 am

Jade swiveled to one side, avoiding a thrusted dagger, and continued on in the turn to spin herself around the attacker. Once behind him, she jerked one arm back, knocking her elbow into the back of his head and sending him sprawled out on his knees. Her free hand swept upwards in a graceful arc, creating a fine red line along the chest of another man with the tip of her blade. This man fell, yowling out in protest and out of the fight. Going into a tight swirling circle, the blades whirled about, nicking and clipping any who got to close, placing them out of reasonable brawling position as well. Jade came to a stop with her back to a wall, grinning and shaking her head.
"Thank you, Lord Zaeken, for this rarin' fight and so many eager oponents. May ye look down upon us with a pleased smile, an' should I die, may I die with some entertainment value." She was excited and at work, so her dialect became somewhat less polished, but it was a heartfelt prayer. "An' thank ye, Lord Zaeken, for the honor which ye-"
She launched herself into a burly human, knocking him to the floor and proceeding to punch at his throat with one of her hands that still clutched a sword, "-have so gen'rously bestowed upon this unworthy creature! I'll put my everythin' an' all into doing yours and your siblings' will!"
Leaving the unconscious man on the floor, she rolled back to her feet, she paused for only a moment to admire the remarkable skill of her knightly companion. Chosen by Myra herself...an excellent choice, My Lady. Being slightly distracted, it was of little surprise when a board finally managed to break itself across the back of her head. Tipping to the ground, she found herself almost amused at the thought that someone had managed to sneak upon her to do such a thing. She was rarely so foolish...but then again, she was usually fighting alone in these sort of things.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 10:08 am

Lars stood, the chaos immediately around him had subsided. Those that were away from him continued their wanton brawling. CRASH! Lars heard the wicked sound of wood breaking across someone. Wheeling he spotted Jade tipping forward. His eyes flared as he focused on the assailant's form. A overweight man, his form barely standing as he wobbled under the influence of hard drink.

In one smooth step Lars was on the man, his kite shield raising and sudden dropping in a wicked slice catching the man in his rather rotund belly. Grunting the man fell backward, clutching his ample girth. Lars training now was in control as he moved his right foot forward, the long war sword now held close to his side. Once he planted his right foot, he launched his sword forward as a missile propelled by the taut coiled muscles, the speed of the blade cause Jades hood waver as it cut through the air aimed at the man's chest.

Once the man realized what was abut to occur, his heavy lidded eyes, once blurred with alcohol now alight with the epiphany he was to die this day. "Noooo!" He manged to scream as he tried to fend off the wickedly chiseled point of the sword, which he failed to do. Closing his eyes waiting for the impact of steel through his body, he grimaced. After a moment when he felt no pain he opened his eyes, too see the point scant inches from his nose, the sword held level, no movement at all. It didn't dip or waver, but held still as if stopped by some greater force beyond his keen.
The man's eyes followed the contours of the blade, to a massive mailed fist, then up to a shielded body, and finally a great helm. It was the Myrmidon. The man felt his bladder release as he gasped for air. "Please...please" he whimpered.

"I stay my blade, the Goddess grants you your life. Repent now and seek solace from the Goddess Myra." Lars said solemnly and turned about, his eyes looking for the form of Jade to make sure she were alright. Failing to see her dark form he stepped into a two men who had clutched each other in drunken pawing, attempting to wrestle with one another. The heavy pommel crashed on each man's head, causing blood to spurt and spray as they crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Looking at some of those huddled against the wall near the fallen forms he shouted at them "Succor them and remove them from this field of battle!"

by **NewArthur** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:26 am

Tien-Lung flew quickly through the air making ground quickly but still the distance to Klastor was great and it took some time before he arrived, the sun setting to the east red in color. Tien Landed flapping his wings to reduce speed and to make a steady landing, creating a cloud of dirt rise. The people in the street gave a small cry of dismay as mothers whisked there children inside behind closed doors, as the fathers held work axes encase of trouble.

Tien Folded his Wings behind his backand began to walked towards the tavern at the end of the street, form the noise he could tell there must be some kind of fight within. "Dam Humans, all they do is fight, and if there not fighting there drinking or sleeping" Tien said out loud a hint of a hiss in his voice.

Moving closer he began to make out the noise of screams from within the shouting and fighting. He moved his hand to his sword hilt, drawing it slowly before resting the flat edge on his shoulder. Upon reaching the door, he gave it a mighty kick sending it swing in hitting the tavern wall with a mighty CRASH... the light bursting forth from the tavern covered Tien-Lung, making his scales glow and his sword shine within the door way, making him look a mesmerizing site.

Some people from the fight stopped mid swing to see what had made all the noise.

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:33 am

Marion flinched at the name of Lord Zaeken's name. "Damn the God's and their plan." He also herd the loud crash and watch Jade take a bored to the head, causing him to laugh. A Drayla becomming vunerable to such an attack, comical. Apparently Zaeken wasn't too precise in his crea-
The knight!
Mar's eyes went streight to Lars, his body tencing. The glowing creature gave him the chance he needed.He would be quite a trophie. With burning eyes, Mar drew his 6 foot blade. Holding it steady, he removed his cloak. His black plate armor shining in the gloom, with a stretch, he flexed his now free blackend wings. In the blink of an eye, he was a top Lars, pinning him to the ground, holding his massive blade to the knights neck. In that moment, it seemed to Mar the fight stopped and all eyes were upon the two of them. Breathing heavily, a bloodlust in his eyes, Marion spoke with an evil voice, "You would bring me great respects amoung my people, knight. Mayhaps all I need is your head! Damn Myra, and all the Gods! Thier plan does not concern me, even if the blasted orb spoke to me as it did you!" He let out a low hiss, leaning in slightly with his sword, "What say you? Son of Grim!?"

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:42 am

Jade rubbed at the back of her head, huddled under an as-of-yet unturned table. She had rolled under the heavy wooden thing in an attempt to offer herself a brief reprieve, just long enough to be sure she wasn't leaking brains. Being run through with a blade or set afire was far more impressive than being smacked with a slab of wood...but it still wasn't a fun injury to endure. The one nice thing about her current situation, of course, was that from under the table she could easily see how each of her mates was doing. Lars was wrecking everything in sight, in the most peaceful and forgiving way possible. Mar was...well, just standing there, which surprised her. She was pleased to see that Gwen was doing well, despite the fact that most of the men who approached her weren't looking for the kind of fight she was giving. All in all, it was a good, wild fight, and the newly formed Champions of the Siblings appeared to be doing quite nicely.
Just as she was preparing to launch herself back into the fray, however, her sharp eyes caught something else. There, in his own little section of the fight, was a Troll. Fine tusks, an impressive mohawk, all the markings and makings that would make any Troll mother proud. And quite fierce, one could assume by the way he was ripping and slashing at anything that moved. But there was something to him. A certain...glimmer. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps he had been sneezed on by a pixie. She shook her head, chuckling. We'll recognize the others? Well...alright...
Once more, she prepared to reenter the battle, and once more, was interrupted. The door burst open, revealing quite the sight indeed.
A Dragoon, making no effort to hide his identity, with sword drawn and scales glittering, ready for battle. His head was bare, but from his jaw sprouted a remarkable beard filled with all the signs of a respectable Dragoon lifestyle. He was examining the fight, and being examined by some of those in it...and Jade grinned. Another one...Fate's being easy on us.
Her grin vanished when she saw yet another change of events, this one not so desirable. For some reason, Mar had decided to raise his blade to Lars. It was a foul move, and Jade grit her teeth, scurrying out from under the table. In a few quick ducks and dodges she was behind the Dragoon that smelled of Vampire, one blade pressed to the back of his scaled neck, the other held back and ready to strike forward if he moved to quickly. It was moments like these, when lives were foolishly at stake, that she flourished.
"It is my humble advise that you remove that ridiculous shaving device from my mate's personal space." Her voice itself was a threat. She took note of most of the fighters edging away, giving the impossibly long sword and its wielder plenty of space. They also were likely uncomfortable being near the little shadow with its two blades and the Myrmidon who so forcefully spoke of peace.

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:59 am

Marion let out a chuckle, "Quick to your feet after taking a plank to the face, Jade." His eyes still on Lars, his face growing more and more dark, "Remove my blade? Ha! A knight, a knight of an order, a proud kill for me! You know as well, my draconic sister how we feel about killing knights....oh how we do enjoy doing so. The mark of true Dragoon Champion! But glory is not what I seek, just simply the feel of it." Mar lingered, "is there not some other trouble you can throw yourself into? Leave me be, perhaps if I here some reason other than a blade to my back why I should not kill this man, then I will not raise against him again." Anger grew to Malice, "And damned be your God's if that be your excuse!" All sorce of light in the room deminished aside from the glowing Dragoon.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 12:45 pm

Jade stiffened as he spoke. 'My draconic sister.' It was beyond rude for him to make such an announcement, especially considering her obvious attempt to hide her identity...but she assumed by the lack of response that no others had noticed. And for a moment, she was silent, fuming at his words.
"Damned be my Gods? They are your Gods as well, o Dragoon Champion," She sneered, still holding him at sword point. "But beside that point, if Gods are not enough to stay your blade, how could I hope to be? I am merely a shadow in the corner. Where I go and what I do has never been of much consequence to the Gods, but now it seems they have taken a greater interest in what I choose to do." Her eyes drifted to the man who had so unjustly been attacked. "The choice is yours, Mar. Beneath that armor is a man, and within that man is a heart that is just...which you've really no business in ripping out. If the only pleasure you can take from this battle is in ending the life of a man who's done nothing to earn death, then by all means, attempt to do so. But know that I will gladly paint my hands with your blood to ensure you fail."
Her voice was as cold and sharp as the blades with which she held him, and the bright green that showed through her hood was narrowed in promise.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 1:14 pm

The sudden eruption of anger and venom from the creature whim had stood as a companion mere minutes before in the presence of the herald of the Gods. The weight of the beast pinned Lars' shield tightly to his body, his sword arm free but the war sword had flung from his grasp.
The shadow that flickered behind the venomous creature that pressed a heavy, large sword against the chain basincet of his neck. Lars knew is armor would save him from the first and possible the second slice, but the great strength that rested in the muscles of the Dragoon would crush his throat.

Lars desperately sought some weapon he could use to defend himself. Feeling along the floor, his mailed fingers touched something hard. Running along the handle Lars realized it was his poignard that he had lost earlier in the melee.

As his fingers gripped the hilt he slid it further until he could effectively palm it securely. Exhaling he encompassed the brass hilt and brought the blade up and under the arm of the beast atop him, placing the tip of the blade under one of the eyes, a scant few centimeters from the orb that held contempt for him.

"Hear this, murder me you may, but I shall claim vengeance and take your eye with me to Myra as my offering to her of my faith." Lars said between clenched teeth, when he heard a loud CRASH! Which for all the world sounded as if someone had violently kicked in the door of the tavern.

Lars could hear Jade speaking, but he couldn't make out the words, only the response from the Dragoon that struck him "My draconic sister."

The light that seemed shaded and vibrant emanating from the doorway drew his attention again. Lars was unable to see anything clearly because of his great helm, which was starting to close in around him, making it harder to breathe.

by **Gwen** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 1:36 pm

"Mar..."
Gwen had stopped fighting and was watching the dragoon stand over Lars with his huge blade at this neck. Long black hair fell about his shoulders, framing his bloodthirsty eyes.
"Mar," she said softly, "please, Marion, listen to me."
He didn't move.
Goddess of Life, I pray thee, help me.
"You are a Dragoon. A creature of power and nobility." She moved closer to him as he spoke. "Such acts of reckless murder are below your kind." She was at his side now. She kept her hands in plain sight, showing that she was defenseless. Being so close to him was a threat to her own life, yet she was calm and stable. She looked at his face until she met his eyes and held them. The want for blood pulsated viciously from them, yet she did not move.
"Marion...please."

by **NewArthur** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 2:18 pm

Tien-Lung took a few steps into the Tavern, looking around the fighting had all but come to a halt, with eyes on him, a dragoon that does not hide his appearence, and the standoff in the middle of the room, a halfling, a human another dragoon and a creature that for now he couldn't tell what.

"Marion...please." the halfling spoke looking into the bloodthirsty eyes of the dragoon, its tall blade across the throat of the human knight.

From the humans expression he could tell that he was slowly suffocating, "DRAGOON" Tien shouted "Do you fight like a peasant attacking one on the floor with no chance to defend them selfs, do you stoop to the depths of an assassin, or are you an honorably Dragoon, raised to show all foes honor in a fight a figure of nobility and power" Tien said all of this with an air of command.

Removing the sword from his shoulder he stabbed it down into the floor, and walked towards the standoff.

"Well Dragoon, are you?" Tien spoke again

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 2:21 pm

Mar kept his eyes steady, Jade's words, Lars' blade, Gwen's plee, all sunk into the dragoon's dark mind. Letting out a howl of anger, he sat up pushing Jade aside, stepping away from Gwen and Lars, his face filled with malice, and with a a great arc he brought the massive blade up with ease than slamming it into the bar, slicing and crushing wood. "Very well than." His voice still traced with evil, "I will abvicate. By your God's, and mine if you say they are, that I not ever raise a blade against a companion." Sheething his great blade, he reached down with a scaly clawed hand and offerd it to Lars, "Or a brother in arms." Mar's eyes went back to thier dull red, his fangs back to thier casual size. Looking past his sleek, black hair, he stares at Gwen then Jade. "You also."

by **Feleon** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:11 pm

Xuphratacus watched the brawl, then Marion almost kill Lars and be killed by Jade. A silence swept over its mind, not reacting to the three. Listening and observing, the Dragoon went from an enemy to an ally in almost a second.

Interesting. Why so quick to react? Probably not wanting to die.

Xuphratacus then focused on the Dragoon again, it had a dark aura from its perspective. It wondered again, then silently spoke to Jade.

I will keep an eye on this one, Drayla. Until I see the malice surpressed in it, I watch. If it attempts this again, I will not hesitate.

Xuphratacus knew that Jade would understand, but until then, it stepped back to watch.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:27 pm

Lars grunted as he allowed the Dragoon to heft him to his feet, now he faced the new Dragoon was a bit more noble in bearing than the one who had tried to kill him. Shucking off his great helm he placed it on a table as he cast about to gather he weapons. His eyes focused on the massive muscled being of a troll who Lars suspected had started this whole mess.

For some reason unknown to Lars certain people seemed to have an aura about them, a soft glow that surrounded and enveloped their being. Lars paused as he noted that the glow was among those who were in the room, as well as the troll and the new dragoon.

Turning he faced Jade...a dragon-blooded being. Yet her aura was stronger and brighter than the others. Sheathing his sword and dagger, he hefted his shield and examined it. The blow of the troll had rend the metal lining, tapping the inner braces he knew the wood was stressed but it had held. Clearly this was a troll of no small power. Sighing Lars looked at his growing companions and murmured to the Goddess "I truly hope you protect me amongst such power Goddess, I will be hard pressed to survive them all if they feel the same as the dark dragoon."

Licking his lips Lars opened his pouch and drew forth a few thick gold coins and gave them to the bar keep. "I and my fellows would like to pay for the damage and to order rounds of drink for all here."

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:30 pm

"Well said and wisely chosen," Jade stepped back, sheathing her blades in a single fluid movement. By now, the brawl around them had cleared out...those who had once been clamoring to tear each other to pieces had whimpered away, ever more eager to leave behind the odd scene. No amount of strong spirits could bring out courage enough to create a proper audience for the unusual group that the Gods had gathered.

Feleon the Protector wrote:Xuphratacus watched the brawl, then Marion almost kill Lars and be killed by Jade. A silence swept over its mind, not reacting to the three. Listening and observing, the Dragoon went from an enemy to an ally in almost a second.

Interesting. Why so quick to react? Probably not wanting to die.

Xuphratacus then focused on the Dragoon again, it had a dark aura from its perspective. It wondered again, then silently spoke to Jade.

I will keep an eye on this one, Drayla. Until I see the malice surpressed in it, I watch. If it attempts this again, I will not hesitate.

Xuphratacus knew that Jade would understand, but until then, it stepped back to watch.

Jade's eyes flicked to the silent watcher, and perhaps she nodded in agreement. She had no intention of allowing disorder to poison their ranks, as it seemed they had a hard enough journey ahead of them as it was, but it never hurt to have a little assistance here and there. Still, Mar had given his word...and a Dragoon's word could be far deadlier than his claws.

"Now then," She spoke as if they had just finished a rousing game of chess, leaning against a flipped table and folding her arms neatly before herself. "It appears we've a decision to make. The Gods have selected a particular few to work around the world, risking their bally lives and likely sustaining major, traumatizing injury in order to collect a handful of baubles and restore balance to this cheery little plain of ours. I've every intention of going on with it. Anyone care to join me?"

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:36 pm

After handing the coins to the barkeep, Lars heard Jade:

"Now then," She spoke as if they had just finished a rousing game of chess, leaning against a flipped table and folding her arms neatly before herself. "It appears we've a decision to make. The Gods have selected a particular few to work around the world, risking their bally lives and likely sustaining major, traumatizing injury in order to collect a handful of baubles and restore balance to this cheery little plain of ours. I've every intention of going on with it. Anyone care to join me?"

Turning slowly to face her, his eyes peering at the darkness where her green orbs flashed, he said softly "Of course Lady Jade, I am your sword to command. Where you travel, so must I until you release me." A crooked smile danced across his lips, "I also believe the Goddess has chosen me to be her Champion, how can I deny her will?"

The barkeep handed him a healthy mug of mead, which Lars gulped down half as his throat was parched from the fighting.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:51 pm

Jade chuckled a bit, accepting a drink from the poor, abused barkeep and downing it quickly. The steadfastness of the knight who had so nearly lost his life was impressively inspirational. For a moment, she could have sworn he was giving her the look...the look that generally followed with screaming, pitchforks, torches and the like...but then it was gone. He didn

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