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Post by Bloodbane on Sept 20, 2019 17:55:28 GMT -5
Rion had remained relatively quiet up until this point, introducing himself to the Honeyfarm gentleman. The man was fortunately more caught up in the exploits of the other two who had fought Fueg, so no mention had been made of his own duel so far. His time on the journey had mostly been spent observing; with Arne and Alriik now joining the crew, he felt it was important to try and learn what he could from them since he had not had as much time traveling with them compared to Aqua and Terra. As a result, he was able to quietly watch the duel between Alriik and Buck. It was clear the swordsman was more than capable of putting up a fight against the things the group was likely to deal with, but the way his demeanor changed once the fight ended caused Rion to raise an eyebrow.
"Everything all right...?" He asked, quickly motioning his head in the direction of where Alriik's swords rested. As far as he could tell, if there was something out of the ordinary about the weapons, it did not seem to be anything he could pick up on even as a light mage.
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Post by Vic Alriikerson on Sept 21, 2019 19:57:02 GMT -5
Alriik would sigh. He... He really didn't want to talk about this. "Okay, um... I..." He'd look around nervously. "I mean, uh... What's the best way to put this?" He'd scratch the back on his neck, and his gaze would go down, away from the peering eyes. "I mean... I think you guys can tell, I'm not exactly normal..." Run, Alriik. They know. They're going to judge you. It isn't going to work. "These swords are... They're important to me... They're um..." He would actually begin to shake a bit.
"Well, uh..."
Alriik, you know how this ends. Remember what happened to-
Man Up, Boy.
He'd cough a bit, before gently touching the hilt of his great sword. "This was, uh... This was... My dad's... The katana was... My teacher... The fangs... Um... The... The Fangs..." He would begin to tear up. "Um... Sorry... Still-ah... Still fresh..." He would wipe his face with his arms. "S-sorry, I'm... I'm trying here, just... Um... So, very long story in shortest form, the thing that made my hair silver made me bond to my weapon... That sword is gone, but these guys keep me... Stable. I'm not very... Healthy without them."
Rion would note that... No, there wasn't anything special about those blades. Some residue of light energy on the katana, from decades past, but that was it. However... Alriik's connection to the swords was odd. He was spiritually, psychically, connected to the blades. There also, as he said... A noticeable lack in his connection. Something was missing.
"So... Yeah, I'm fine as long as I keep them on. Can we move onto something else now? I'd... I'd really like to change the subject."
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Post by Sorrum on Sept 25, 2019 21:30:16 GMT -5
Aqua remained quiet while Alriik struggled to find the words or make sentences. She hadn't known him long but to see him in such a rash state worried her. "Hey hey, you're okay Alriik. Let's just get moving, then we can worry about it later." She said to try to calm him down.
Buck, unsure what to say, let the man say his piece. When he finished and asked to just move on, Buck gave an exasperated sigh. "Huh, I was worried you were gonna snap and attack me no kiddin'. I'm sorry about all that though, family's important to me too. Got a girly and my ma waiting for me back home. Helps to write em now and then."
Mr. Honeyfarm hadn’t watched the bout, instead he stared out at the Eulene River and thought of his youthful days, and of the overseas trade business he had. Berseria, now there’s a prospective land. Those beastia aren’t adverse to drinking, I hope. Honeyfarm would sell like wildfire at those colosseum fights.
When he saw Buck heading back to the wagon, he followed suit. “Might want to get back on the road soon to avoid those bandits. Do what you gotta and let’s move on.” Buck did just that then, and the group soon pulled away from the river back onto the road to Shiner’s.
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Some time had passed now. Through the window, the group would see the sun edge quietly down the horizon, cutting the blue sky to a sliver and painting a mural of orange and red with streaks of purple, with clouds scrawny enough to be blown apart by the winds.
The world had begun to change around them as well, as the leafy trees and humming forests were slowly phased out by pine trees and marshes abundant with frogs and toads croaking. The occasional warthog could be seen scratching at trees, before being scared off by the sound of hooves and conversation.
A tiny window in the wagon allowed for communication between the driver and passengers. Buck turned to it and spoke, “We’re just about there sir.” He said.
“Great! I guess those bandits chose another spot or they got caught up with some other trouble, haw haw haw!” Honeyfarm chuckled. He turned to the party. “Once we’ve settled down into town I’ll hand out your pays. There’s no reason to think those ruffians would be in the town, and if they were the type, they wouldn’t be in our direction.”
Aqua raised an eyebrow at that last part. “What do you mean by that exactly?”
“What I mean is, all the hooligans in this town hang out by the docks. Shiner’s gets its name for the alcohol products made by the various companies in the area and most of ‘em ship it out to other areas. Some of em go to Berseria, and some of em go to The Frontier at Sandora’s. It’s impossible finding any going by Vane though, the waters there are cursed I hear. Point bein’, they’re all trying to get out of town or just find work.”
“There’s a good reason for that, but anyway, any idea where these hooligans get work?”
“Icarus’ Landing is a popular spot. Traders look there for security detail against pirates and raiders. Pirates will just rob ya, but those northern raiders are out for your blood too.”
Aqua made a mental note to head there once the group had been paid.
As their conversation came to an end, so too did their trip. Buck called through the window. “Mr. Honeyfarm, we’re passing the outpost. We can probably let em out here.”
“Well then, let me get your payment for you..”
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After Honeyfarm had passed out the payment to everyone he tipped his hat. “I’ll be sure to keep in touch, Ms. Nyharllothor. And Ms. Bichaparte, I’ll be writing a letter to your master as per your suggestion. You all stay safe, the roads might have been safe today, but tomorrow’s unpredictable.”
Buck nodded to the group as well. “Y’all take care. Next time Alriik I’ll show you what I’m really made of!” He tried to jest with the elf who he'd sparred with, hoping by now the elf's good mood had returned. “Watch out for any of those surprise attacks out there.”
With that, Aqua looked around at Shiner’s Bay. The human settlement of Shiner’s Bay was quite vast. A large number of docks had been built in the harbor, with boats of varying sizes floating at each. An island in the bay was home to an enormous pale lighthouse which glared with a burning flame you could see for miles at its top, its light casting another glare against the waves as the setting sun did.
Various businesses and homes mixed before the shore. Each building was made from a mixture of stone and wooden planks as the material deteriorated, making every building look patchy and nomadic. The streets were filled with the sound of people going about, horses pulling carts, and traders calling out advertisements for their stalls and shops. Among the crowd, elves, beastia, and the odd dragon and phasma in human form passing through in disguise. Faint sounds of music came drifting from the restaurants and bars, save for one.
Built onto the end of a dock sat a large restaurant that had the patchiest planking repairs and holes in its glass windows of all the buildings seen so far. Icarus’s Landing stood high on the water and with it’s flashy designs, a feathery winged pair of men with an enormous yellow sun shining down on them atop it’s roof, it grabbed the attention of anyone and everyone. Groups came and went through it’s saloon doors followed by a jubilant cheer or sneer every time.
“That must be the place..” Aqua said. She waved to the others. “Let’s check it out.”
As they approached the bar, a man came tumbling through the door, falling flat on his face. “And stay out!” A rough voice followed. The man picked himself off the ground, looked sharply at the party of adventurers, before wiping his face off of the blood and dirt and stumbling off into the crowd.
“Uh.” Aqua looked back toward the others. “Anyone else want to take the lead on this one?” She smiled awkwardly.
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Post by Vic Alriikerson on Sept 26, 2019 19:03:47 GMT -5
“Yeah, I… I just need a sec…” He'd slightly back up from the group. As Buck spoke, Alriik's panicked look took an extra layer of sorrow. “No… I would never, I-" He'd sigh, lowering his head, and would return to the wagon, awaiting the others.
As the ride continued, Alriik would focus on writing in his journal, keeping to himself. He would be so lost in his own head he wouldn't even try to hide his writing.
Entry 59- Control As my new retinue continues our collective journey, I have made a huge mistake. In a duel with the expert fencer Buck, accompanying us on the job, I admit I showed off a little. I wished to show off I was more than the weapons on my back, I actually have some skill. So… I played them down. That was a mistake.
It's never been this bad. Usually it would take hours before the pain set in. This time it seemed minutes. I worry what would happen if I was separated from another. I admit I have kept my swords close since losing my last one… Am I growing a dependency? Is it the length of time away from my Double A? Is it… My mental state?
I have no time to worry about that now. I am still on the job. I need to put on a strong face. At least until I can make heads or tails of this.”1
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As the group arrived at their expected location, Al was able to keep his composure once more. He accepted his pay with glee, giving his benefactor a light bow. “It's been a pleasure.” As Buck approached him, he'd flash a smile. “I can’t wait. Promise I'll keep my cool next time.” Alriik would follow the group through the town, stopping outside of the pub. As Aqua spoke, Al would reply simply. “I mean, I can do something if no one else wants to. But I'm not exactly the one for subtlety, so… If anyone else wants to take a crack at it.”
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Post by Swim on Sept 27, 2019 19:08:31 GMT -5
Terra had observed Alriik's odd tick without comment. She had already registered that there was something... off about the elf. One moment he'd be acting perfectly normal but it seemed without warning that a switch inside his head would be thrown and he'd begin behaving like some outlander who'd never interacted with people before. It was a curious quirk, Terra didn't quite know what to make of it at this point. Obviously Alriik was aware of the way he came off to others and was plenty embarrassed already without Terra piling on. Even though he was new to their group Terra had already decided that she liked Alriik. From what Frida had said his clan had a reputation for being secretive and aloof, and Alriik himself came off as earnest and genuine. For now she'd respect his wishes and not press the subject, feeling confident that the elf would open up later. He certainly wasn't one to keep to himself.
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After bidding farewell to Buck and Mr. Honeyfarm their group began to explore Shiner's Bay. As a port town it probably had a wider variety of goods than the market in Eulene, though their inventory would surely vary by the day. Not that Terra was looking for anything specific, she'd gotten her fill of shopping back at the festival. The only thing they were looking for right now was a ship captain.
After watching a man being tossed from the saloon others in their party looked hesitant. Terra actually fought back some laughter inwardly. The place was called Icarus Landing and that poor patron had absolutely failed to stick his. Jokes aside she shrugged off the incident, feeling quite certain that the man had probably cheated in cards or backed out of some deal. "I'll take the lead," she told Frida, stepping up and pushing through the saloon doors. "I've been in places like this before. As long as we don't bother anyone then nobody will bother us."
Terra lead the way to the front of the bar, leaned forward and tried to signal the bartender for service. As she did so she felt a hand slide down her back and grab her ass. "Hello beautiful," the grabber drawled, "Did you just float into port?" Terra sighed in disbelief that the universe had proven her wrong so quickly. She wasn't in the mood to give the man any kind of response. Instead she grabbed his hand from her backside and twisted, driving him to his knees and slamming his head into the bar once he was level with it.
By this point she had the bartender's attention. "A round of drinks for everyone at the bar," Terra declared loudly to deflect the attention. She knelt down and picked up the man's coin purse and handed it to the bartender. "None for him though, I think he's had plenty. And I'd like to get a booth for my friends and I to sit, as soon as one becomes available."
The bartender accepted the money and turned away to fill the drink orders. He frowned slightly as he tried to recall where he'd seen this woman before. He never forgot a face, didn't always remember who they were or why they were important but he remembered a face when he saw one. This woman was familiar.
Terra turned back to her comrades and handed them each their drink. "That was a bit more commotion than I wanted," Terra apologized. "But I don't think anyone else in here is going to give us a hard time. Let's see if we can find ourselves a ship captain."
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Post by Tony on Sept 29, 2019 4:17:28 GMT -5
Arne didn't quite understand Alriik's explanation, but he decided not to push it... feeling it might just get the elf into an even worse state. As such, he simply decide to remain quiet as the got back into wagon and went on their way... speaking occasionally to Hien, who watched the scenery pass by from the window, happily chirping.
After arriving, Arne happily accepted his pay and head out with the group... who eventually made their way to a bar just in time to see a man being thrown out. As Terra made her way in, he looked over at Aqua and Alriik "The key to places like this is that you have to act like you belong there. Folks like this will jump on anyone who seems out of their element. Just act natural."
With these words towards his elven companions, he and Hien head in... and are met with the sight of Terra slamming someone's face into the bar. Hien chirps a bit softly... Arne replies with a bit of chuckle "Well, what's "natural" tends to change from person to person."
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Post by Bloodbane on Sept 29, 2019 16:55:24 GMT -5
Rion stared at Alriik as he spoke, listening to the story behind the blades and how he appeared to be bound to them in the sense that bad things would happen if he lost them. As far as he could tell, however, there was no dark magic involved in this bond despite its apparent effects on the elven man. After a few seconds, he simply nodded in understanding. "Well then... it sounds like we need to keep that bond together as best we can. Maybe even find that lost sword somehow... Either way, I think you'll be all right with us." It may have come across as odd to say it so matter-of-fact, but at the end of the day, he felt it was no different than dealing with Silver and her own "quirks"; it was something he was glad that Alriik was willing to share, so that the group could be aware of it.
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After that, Rion was back to observing the goings on, mostly looking at the landscape as the wagon moved. When the wagon finally stopped and the group was let out, Rion smiled to Buck and Honeyfarm. "Thanks. Take care and safe travels." he replied with a wave after being given his share of the payment. From there he followed after Aqua and Terra, letting them take the lead as they headed into the bay town. When the group came up to the saloon, Rion simply nodded when Terra offered to lead the way; he could agree with her sentiment about places like this, and while he personally did not care for them if he could avoid it, his appearance and overall demeanor worked well enough to get by as the silent type.
Sure enough, Terra rather quickly revealed her familiarity with these types of places, dealing with a lecher and snagging his coins to pay for a round of drinks for everyone. When Arne spoke up about acting natural, Rion turned his head toward Aqua and Alriik with a silent nod, waiting for the group to find a place to sit while they looked for someone who could take them out to sea.
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Post by Swim on Sept 30, 2019 15:26:39 GMT -5
Lucas Boltin did not know whether he would ever see Lisesh again, but he certainly hadn't expected her to be back so soon with another willing subject. He'd asked for her silence, for time to think and process the results that had allowed him to produce a mage out of her! Boltin was feeling deeply uncomfortable as he led the two women into his laboratory and seated the new one on his operating table. He wasn't ready for another human test, and he didn't want Lisesh around to witness this woman's unfortunate expiration. But there was nothing he could to, Lisesh was obviously enthralled, her excitement almost radiating off of her in an electrical field. The other woman just looked confused, Boltin didn't know where she had come from but she clearly hadn't been filled in on what was to come. He handed her the deactivated blight crystal and directed her to hold it in front of her like a shield. Then he took a moment to center himself, returning his state of mind to the place where he'd delivered the shock to Lisesh. It had been reflexive, defensive, powerful enough to knock her off her feet but with the intent to stun. He extended his hand and shocked the woman. Electricity circulated through her body and through the crystal. Her body seemed to spasm and a stray arc of electricity laced off and sparked a fire in the corner. Boltin raced over to put the fire out before it could spread and Lisesh hurried over to the woman's side. Boltin braced himself for her reaction. "Her breathing is steady, you did it!" Boltin was utterly stupefied, he had no expectation that he'd be able to produce two mages in the same day. But he couldn't let his uncertainty show, by now Lisesh had full confidence in him and regarded him as some sort of miracle maker.
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After this things began to develop very quickly. As the new lightning mages returned to their homes they would demonstrate their new abilities to their friends and families, and word got around about the new doctor in town that could gift ordinary people with the power of lightning. Boltin was beleaguered with requests at all hours of the day as mages returned with their friends and neighbors all asking that the same gift be granted to their loved ones. Lisesh even returned with her younger brother. Boltin felt that same uneasiness before he shocked the younger man, he worried that an adolescent might not be able to handle the same shock he'd given adults but it all turned out fine. It seemed the crystal was able to absorb any excessive electrical residue, not a single person had died since Boltin began using it. He was growing more comfortable with the process and the citizens of Bultaranis were growing to believe he could do no wrong. It was time for a larger scale trial and demonstration.
Boltin directed his followers to spread the word that he would no longer be accepting visitors at his home. Instead, they were to direct anyone wishing to receive the power of lightning to a clearing outside of town two nights hence, and they would all receive the power together. It would be more efficient that way, and it felt more appropriate to Boltin that he appear to them when he was ready. He was starting to grow tired of visitors banging on his door at all hours of the day, he'd had virtually no time for research. And beyond that he was actually starting to get physically tired... Boltin rarely needed a full night's sleep but the constant use of his power was starting to deplete his mana reserves. That would be the next problem to correct.
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Post by Sorrum on Sept 30, 2019 19:30:19 GMT -5
The interior of the bar looked as if it could be nice if it wasn't a den for mannerless sailors. A bar with four sides sat in the middle, with a large pillar supporting the roof of the building. Around it were several stools on each side with patrons at each, and one unlucky schmuck now with his head under one. Further out near the walls were two floors, each with tables along it's windows, at which various customers sat and drank and smoked, creating a thin gray fog inside the whole of the place that smelled of liquor and various herb. Above, a handrail gave a view of the establishment to those on the second floor, who could also appreciate the floor design of a young man with wings falling from the sky and into the raging sea below.
As the group was ushered to their seats by the generous Terra, a skinny man with stringy blonde hair and bloodshot eyes came walking past the bar, turning his head to and fro. His clothes were old, torn, and barely together. His sleeves had been ripped off and there was a deep cut in the collar of his light blue shirt, and his dark brown pants had holes up and down them, with one of the legs cut off at the knee. He wore weathered boots that had obviously only been holding together due to the fine craftsmanship, but they were a size too big and tended to clop with his footsteps. "Hey, where's Tom?" He asked the bartender in a raspy voice, who simply nodded to the man unconcious on the floor.
The man turned and looked for any eyes staring down at him. All turned away, but some looked at a woman with blonde hair leading a group away from the scene. The man's lips curled up in anger, but another look at his friend's dazed expression told him not to come unprepared, so he disappeared.
A minute later, several heavy footsteps marching fast toward the group grew louder as voices in the merry bar hushed. Behind the skinny man followed several burly figures wearing various armors, some metal but mostly leather. They carried oak clubs, flails, hammers, metal knuckles, and all looked as mean as the next. The skinny man pointed at Terra, now the voices had come to a close silence.
"Hey you bitch, I don't know who you think you are but nobody messes with my crew, 'specially not here in the 'Landing." He spat angrily. "Tom there is our mate and this here's our bar. Beg forgiveness now, and I might only break one of your pretty legs."
With that, the group behind him rushed forward and took their opening swings on the group.
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Post by Sorrum on Sept 30, 2019 20:02:21 GMT -5
Sitting at the the second floor, away from the action, two figures sat across from each other, taking a moment away from their conversation to comment on the battle.
"Gahaha! I love a good bar fight! Those lot will do anything to put themselves above the competition out here on the bay! Woo! Pretty sure there's a couple of mages in that bunch!" a jubilant yet harsh voice praised.
"I don't care for it." replied a low toned voice.
"Eh? C'mon Drake, you can't be serious. Your ship might be full of those beastia but you've never thought about hiring these local hands? If they ain't good at the business, just toss em over board."
Drake, a short figure wearing a black trench coat with his hood up, folded his arms and looked on. "My men are strong enough, I'm not going to break my wallet hiring one of these goons."
"Suit yerself." The other man said, taking a drag of his cigar and a hefty swill from his glass. As he moved, metallic buzzing and clanking accompanied his movements. He burped, turned to Drake, then clinked his glass into the other man's glass which was sitting in front of him, still full of mead. "Aint even gonna drink with another pirate? You call yourself scum of the sea?" He said with a grin.
Drake looked down at his drink and grasped the handle. His hands were covered in dusty brown bandages, as was the rest of his body, save for his yellow cat like eyes and mouth. He held the drink aloft, staring back at the man in front of him, before taking a deep swill and setting the drink back down. "Not as good as Berserian Mead." He said gruffly.
"Bullshit, that's Honeyfarm and that stuffs hot." The man replied. "Anyways, like I was saying, cut me in on those weapons trades you've been moving. I can haul way more than you can with my ships, and I'd cut you in on a middle man fee."
"Not gonna happen, Calico."
Calico wore a red and black bandana with a jolly roger at the front over his balding black head of hair, cut short to fit beneath the bandana. He was a slightly obese human male that wore a dirty red and black cape, several gold rings on each finger, a puffy black coat that hung open, a white shirt with frills devoid of any stains, black leather pants, a heavy belt seemingly made out of iron, iron kneepads with skulls adorned on them, and shiny black boots. Black hairs poked out around his face, a small beard forming around his face. On his hip was a long blade in it's sheath, the handle covered by crossed metal strips.
Calico leaned in closer, the pirates cheerful tone taking a serious edge. "You might think your slick but on those seas anything can happen. Don't come to me for help when your client in Vane double-crosses you."
"I'm not your subordinate Calico, nor will I ever be." Drake replied, keeping his cool.
Calico stared at him for a second, before sighing and sitting back in his chair. He'd pause for a moment, then look over at their other compatriot. A man with pink hair stared down at the battle from their seats, with a pensive look on his face. Calico smirked, then took another drag from his cigar. "See fights like this every day in here my boy, nothing that special."
Vile stared down at Aqua as she deflected a blow from one of the enemies. "She moves like she dances. She's hardly serious."
Calico blew his smoke, raising an eyebrow at the man's remark before he looked closer. His eyes widened, as they did a red glow appeared in the cornea of his left eye. "Well, I'll be damned if that ain't the princess."
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Post by Sorrum on Sept 30, 2019 20:27:01 GMT -5
Aqua was glad not to be the first one in, as she didn't care for being around human sailors all that much. Perhaps it was bias from her time spent sailing with them, but the younger they were, the rowdier they were, and she hadn't learned how to deal with them properly when they weren't under her command. Something she lacked as a captain she felt.
Upon seeing Terra deal with her wannabe suitor, she couldn't help but feel correct. She happily took the drink offered to her by her friend and followed her to the table.
"Well with how quick that guy hit the floor we ought to look pretty good for security detail on one of these trade ships." Aqua said. "I thought that this place would be less crowded with creeps like that since traders must have already come and gone from here, having sold their goods at the festival.." She paused.
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When the men came by shortly thereafter, Aqua immediately felt the tension and reached for her weapon, but decided on the other approach instead. She formed a glyph in her hand under the table and gathered mana quickly. As the men approached, she swung the glyph onto the wall against their booth, which spread out to both sides of the chairs. The glyphs flashed, and as they did poles of ice with wide flat ends shot forth and knocked the men back and away from the group.
Aqua jumped out of her chair and drew Sharksbane, not bothering to ignite it's ice crystals and wielded it simply as a staff. "Bastards! You'll be lucky to leave with any legs!" She cried before charging in and attacking the men. She whacked one upside the head with her first swing, spun around and kicked another in the chest, knocking him down. Next, a man brought his club down on her, but she crossed her staff against it and knocked the attack off to the wayside before she stomped the man's foot and backhanded him away, the heavy thud from her gauntlet causing a nasty mark on the man's face to appear.
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Post by Vic Alriikerson on Oct 2, 2019 18:55:10 GMT -5
Alriik appreciated the concern. He would like to be reunited with his sword one day. But today was not it... And sadly, his lingering thoughts on the blade would not be soothed yet. "Thanks guys... Look, I appreciate the concern, but... Hey, when we're off the job, I'll spill it all. Deal?" He felt a bit less alone. But his sword, man...
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As the Terra took charge, Alriik admittedly relaxed a bit. He would have probably just gone and punched the biggest guy in the bar until suddenly there was no one else who cared to fight and information willingly spilled. But no, he thought. Brawling was fun, but it wouldn't help him feel any better. And the others are much better at talking to people. He would simply drink and let the others take charge. He was the fighting guy, not the talking guy. As Terra was felt on, Alriik almost pounced the man, hands already leaping to his blade. He may have killed the man if Terra didn't quickly handle the situation herself.
Chill out, Alriik. You're with warriors, there are drunks, no one has to die. You'd feel awful tomorrow.
He'd sigh, and calm himself down as she took the money from the man. Stepping over the man, being sure to deliver a quick kick to the man's stomach as he continued, he accepted Terra's offer to buy his drink. "Strongest thing in the house, boss. Need to calm my nerves." He would take his drink and follow Terra, smelling his new drink. It smelt like burning and regret. Exactly what he ordered. He mulled over his drink, ready to relax for a bit... Before the sudden running in and out of that guy Tom's friend. Alriik sighed, and downed his drink in one gulp. "There's a fight a-coming... I'll take overwatch." He'd return the glass to the bartender, before pulling out his coin purse. "How much for the bottle of that stuff?"
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Alriik stepped up to the second floor, chugging the bottle he bought as he reached his destination. He'd temporarily raise the bottle from his mouth, catching the last drop, before walking by the trio of men. "Excuse me, gentlemen. Would you please move back a bit? I don't want to ruin your time, but you're in the splash zone." He'd draw one of his dragon fang swords, and roughly shoved the bottle against the tip, causing the bottle to get stuck at the end. He'd lean it on the railing, taking aim downstairs, at the crew's leader. "So, any of you know how good the fishing is here? Y'see, I've been craving seafood for the longest time..."
Water would begin to swirl around the sword, filling the bottle. He would draw his katana, idly twirling it. "And I've been landlocked for, like, the longest time, so it's been a while since I've had any fish, but... Actually, hold on." Electricity would suddenly pulse from his katana. He would twirl it again as the pressure began to build in the bottle, it beginning to shake. "I only got one shot at this before I process this alcohol."
Alriik would suddenly shout down at the ensuing chaos. "GET CLEAR! BOTTLE SHOCK-IT!" He would drag the electrified Eastern blade over the crude dragon fang weapon, as the water suddenly crackled with electricity. As the blade struck the bottle, the bottle shot off, spiralling at, what would hopefully be, the leader's groin region. As the bottle struck, it would explode, causing a spray of electric water and glass!
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Post by Swim on Oct 5, 2019 0:39:26 GMT -5
After laying out the pervert for a nap underneath the bar stool Terra had thought that would be the end of it. She recognized that Frida and Alriik had been ready to jump to her defense but it hadn't been necessary for handling the man. Still, it was good to know that her friends had correctly assessed the situation and had been ready to intervene. It was wonderful to have friends that one could depend on when she was in a tense situation.
Moments later such a situation materialized and Frida positively flew into action, attacking with an unbridled ferocity. Terra rushed to join her, yanking one of the ice pillars Frida had conjured from the wall. She twirled it around her body once to build momentum and swung it full force into one man's midsection, knocking him into the bar with a dull thud.
"GET CLEAR! BOTTLE SHOCK-IT!"
Terra raised her head up to the second level and had the briefest of moments to register that Alriik was up there before processing his words and diving for cover. His electrified payload struck the group of drunken belligerents from behind, stunning them briefly.
"Hold up," Terra shouted, stepping in front of her friends, knowing that they would be eager to press this advantage. She now addressed the skinny man. "I can't blame you for jumping to the defense of your friend, if someone had hurt one of my friends I'd tear them to pieces. But you should know that Tom wouldn't be lying on the floor right now if he'd just kept his hands to himself. I won't make him beg for forgiveness, I'm sure that headache is going to make him feel sorry enough when he comes to. Now with that all said..." Terra raised a palm toward the ceiling and began charging a fireball. She focused her mana willing it to grow steadily larger, but it did not leave her hand. She was sure they understood the threat, and was glad they had been stupid enough to declare that they owned the bar. She'd have no misgivings about burning it down if they decided to press the issue. "You've started up a fight that none of you are prepared to finish. Go find some ice for your friend's head and leave us alone."
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Post by Bloodbane on Oct 5, 2019 13:39:46 GMT -5
Rion figured it was likely to come eventually, but he hadn't expected such a group to come in swinging in defense of the pervert. Almost immediately, Rion took a defensive stance, knocking the swinging arm of one of the combatants upward by bringing his armored arm in and pushing his elbow up, the larger plates coming together like a shield when parrying the attack. However, he had no more then reached out to grab the man's collar, lifting him up and holding him at arm's length before Terra stepped forward to address the leader. He stared calmly at the man and Terra, his parrying arm lowering and slowly rearing back.
"I'd take her advice if I were you... Save your pals the trouble and leave us be." he said in a low but firm tone, as particles of light could be seen drifting outward from a glow that came from beneath the plates of his armored arm. "Because otherwise, this is going to leave a mark."
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Post by Tony on Oct 5, 2019 16:24:52 GMT -5
Arne took a seat and started on his drink. Putting it down as they were approached by the group of ruffians. With a sigh, he gets up and faces one. "You really don't want to do this." Not heeding his words, the thugs charges right towards Arne, who effortless dodges his reckless swing and counter with a quick punch to the midsection. "Bad move." channeling wind magic into his fist, he pushes against the goon... sending him flying.
At this time, Alriik let out his cry of "BOTTLE SHOCK-IT!" and Arne backed off as the glass bottle hit its mark. Arne looked up to the second floor and Alriik "Again with the weird names. Do you always do that?"
After that, he turns his attention back to the thugs, holding up his hand as electricity arcs between his fingers... aiding in Terra's intimidation.
And while all this was happening, Hien took the chance to try out the drinks that the group had gotten. Arne normally never allows him to have any, but as he and everyone else was distracted... he stuck his head into Arne's glass, and began to lap up the beverage.
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