"Im sorry i protected your partner from the ogre throwing a bar" as she yelled she drew her sword and stood up looking at the ogre she said three words before turning to the mob "never do that, well i apoligise for the bar but i recomend you stand down now"
@Uriel1339 @Colapse Having finished his drink and annoyed by the random musical goblin that not five seconds ago or so had just hilariously fallen from the ceiling Tuska put his axe away and got up from his seat. He cracked his neck and knuckles and thought well this was going to be fun though granted if this was an Orc bar they would have started brawling the second he walked into the door but at least these people weren't completly dull."Comeon den lets 'av at it!" He ran towards the nearest lumberjack and socked him in the face with his massive armored green fist launching the unfortunate man out a near by window unconscious and probably with a concussion. "Oi goblin play somfing fun while Iz beet da tar out of dez umies!" The massive Orc the layed into the over confidant lumberjacks and militia members.
@matt23 @Colapse "You've got spirit at least, but it takes more than spirit to live as a knight." Aleron laughed. "Still its for the Lady decide not us." Standing up, Aleron drew his own sword and shield which bore no heraldry, whatever symbol it once had was long since scraped away. Charging the nearest villager he blocked a clumsy swipe of an axe before his riposte severed the peasants arm. He would have killed the lowborn scum but the local lord might take offense to the wanton slaughter of his serfs. @Keidivh "As if i would care what you do for your worthless peasants. I suppose its to much to expect an ignorant savage to appreciate the finer points of hygiene. Go roll with your dog and leave the glory to those suited to it." Aleron snaps back at the priest.
< @Keidivh > Talsin whined and shifted into a more comfortable position, watching Vorgen as she waited for the temporary pain to disappear. Yanta'i looked over at Kristoff and allowed himself a smile, dodging a slow punch. "They are. I suppose you and I should sit down and speak sometime, Wolf Priest." [Mentioning @Cousintp] I.E. Not loud enough to be heard by him/her/it A quick glance went over to the female knight, and he sighed. "Wolves are not dogs. I would think a noble could tell the difference, seeing as how they are always concerned about noble versus mongrel." he again said to the Wolf Priest. "In any case, I think we should speak soon. Very good chance Talsin is in heat." And, as much as the thought pained him, they should not mate if the Wolf Priest and his lives would split soon.
With a succeafull throwing of the bar, Tugg was allready in good mood, Since by ogre law besting someone up intimes you to their stuff. "PITT FIGHT" he yelled as he charged forwards, one of the adhog militia men found himself in the ogres path, he levelled his pithfork in a rather futile attempt of stopping Tugg. Though butchers dont use gut plates, they make up for it by being thick skinned even for ogres, so even as the pointed tips stabbed the ogre, it was little more than a pin prick to the massive drunkard, who Then smashed belly first Into the man, sending him flying right out the door. "Wos up for da crown" he called out, Then lifting his cask up once more to take another drought of the slightly arcane alchohold
Mariah was to have no part of such mindless and pointless violence. She instead put sword and shield away, that she may take a drink of the wine as she sat and waited for it to be over. She shook her head as she watched an arm go flying and plenty of objects become airborne as well. She had to duck a few time to avoid said objects, and lift her glass of wine another time to avoid a flying object knocking it from hand. She then sighed as she spoke, "Damn peasents always causing problems with their lack of manors...Though I guess violent inhuman creatures do add wood to the fire."
@BadDo9 Kristoff nodded in agreement to Yanta'i sentiment as he played with his prey, "They speak of glory and honor, yet their ignorance and pride shows they have none." Kristoff couldn't stand "Knights", their hubris always left a sour taste in his mouth. He was thankful his order avoided such vain pursuits. He then looked over to the pups again upon n their mention, "Aye, suppose we need to figure out what to do with the pups there, we shall talk!" @Cousintp Kristoff couldn't help but sneer in disgust at the massive ego of this Brettonian and his disregard for life. "Keep your hollow glory princess and take it back to your cushy estate. Leave battle to the true warriors, Ulric has no need for pampered dandies like yourself!"
Khelandria was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to fight. She needed to spill blood and revel in killing and decorate the rafters with the sweet, crimson spray of - On the other hand, this was apparently one of those strange, recreational fights where no-one killed anyone else. Humans did this. Corsairs did this too, but that was because on board a ship one needs every hand to set sail. But ... would they really miss just one? All it needed was ... she could just slide out her sacrificial daggers and leap and dance and kill in the name of KHAINE .... Khelandria ducked flying stew and the Shadow Warrior passing her on a flat trajectory. She was not so lucky with the wine. Maybe she could just give a few of them interesting scars? At the table, Khelandria's breathing increased in tempo and her hands clenched into fists as she fought down the killing rage. It was unnatural. It was also very, very hard to do. She was on the edge of a display of explosive violence and she wasn't sure she could hold it back.
Vamir had to do something about that she would go to jail. He wouldn't let her rage go unattended. "This is to prove your worth knight get moving and fight." Then stopped in front of @Jorimel and took a stance so she could not move past him.
In the middle of her mid-fight crisis Khelandria was shocked to see something she never expected. The Shadow Warrior picked himself up nimbly - that was not the unexpected part. He then stood between her and the fight. She was facing the unprotected back of one of her enemy kin, and she was on the verge of entering the sacred killing rage. Khelandria blinked, stunned by the sheer impossibility of it all. No-one in Naggaroth would take that chance. It just wasn't ... Elvenly possible. She stared in confusion. As she fought for control it came to her that Vamir was trying to protect her. And putting his own life on the line to do so. No-one had ever done this before. Literally. No-one. It was such an utter surprise that the threatened war-scream rising on her lips came out only as a strange, strangled, distinctly un-terrifying sound. "... whuh ..."
