Krayto
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Post by Krayto on Dec 17, 2014 22:21:49 GMT -6
The reptilian’s eyes widen, a sign of surprise among his usual dull expressions. He has heard about the barbarians of this backwoods settlement, and how they are an oppressive rule that threatens the innocent farmers with their lust for produce. Specifically, corn.
He hadn’t observed earlier that the woman he speaks with at the moment is a member of their guild, but he knows for sure now that she is a barbarian, and whether or not she is more forthright than the others doesn’t matter to him. She is a tyrant and must be brought down.
With one swift movement, he kicks the chair upon which he is sitting out from under him and towards the wall behind him; at that same moment, he placed his left hand on the other side of the wooden table and, with a mighty heave, yanks the flat surface off of its supports. He lurks towards this woman whilst drawing a dagger from his leather chest plate. The dagger itself, although not visually impressive, is forged from indestructible obsidian, and has stained blood from every oppressor he has personally killed. His battle axe remains secured against his back, as that is only his fighting weapon.
He places the dagger under her chin and tilts it upwards. “You are a member of the barbarian hordes who have been tormenting these lands, yah? You have been coercing fresh produce out of the hands of poor farmers! You steal all of their corn for your own greed and force labour onto them without any reward for them! You dare speak to me of heroism and freedom of the people when you yourself terrorise them? I should slit your throat right here for all you’ve done...but I think that you’d be better suited as ransom. Your friends get you back, so long as you all leave this place forever.”
Again, he leans forwards, but this time, his look is solemn and hides nothing. “Or would you rather this? I’ve heard tongues make decent cravats…”
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 18, 2014 10:05:38 GMT -6
She was entirely taken aback by this sudden change in tone. "I HAVE DONE NO SUCH THING! I AM NOT A MEMBER OF THE HOARD JUST OF THE BIRTHRIGHT! I AM ONE OF THOSE PLAGUED BY THE HOARDS LAST WINTER YOU FOOL!" She had managed to grab her axe and jam it up to the goliath's ribs.
"I've heard entrails make lovely belt favors." She gave him a pained smirk, it had been a long time since she had been in such a pickle.
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Post by Krayto on Dec 28, 2014 15:32:17 GMT -6
The barbar loosens his hold on his weapon, drawing it back only by a few inches. He is not frightened by this woman's threat, as she has her own blade to his heavily-armoured gut. His scales are harder than iron, and any attempt to break through to his squishy innards would be in vain. But he does feel slightly humiliated, if not sorry, that he mistook this barbaric lady for an oppressor.
"I am sorry," he grunts as he removes his blade, "you'd be better off not threatening a Saurial." He takes his place back on his chair and places his blade into his armoured chest plate. "Forgive me for the fright, and perhaps tell me where these barbarians are, then."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 28, 2014 22:23:45 GMT -6
"You'd better not be threatening me. Regardless of race I've killed beasts of all sorts with my bare hands... Of course you seem interesting and it would be quite the waste for me to end you." She remained on edge, still wary of how quickly her acquaintance went to draw blades. Also unsure of how death would affect her child.
She backed down and continued speaking about the barbarians. "I do know last year they tried to from into a proper settlement, Catan they called it. I dont know if its still around but, after all that they retreated to fort Mac Neil." She gestured to the window.
"Come to think of it, they haven't been many of them around really. They're a dying breed, the bad ones anyway. There's a couple friendly ones running around too."
She tapped her foot nervously, kinda sick of getting threatened by this near stranger, even for her tastes he seemed a little... Abraisive so to speak.
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Post by Krayto on Dec 30, 2014 18:27:08 GMT -6
The reptilian stands up and looks out to the window. Its frame is bordered with soft, cottony snow, and the sky is a navy blue like the robes of a nobleman. The wind, frightful and sharp, pushes against the window.
The barbarian swallows hard, but knows very well that if he is to remove oppression from the world, he must be willing to sacrifice comfort and warmth. He places his cloak back around his face and draws his battle-axe of sharpened obsidian before heading towards the door.
"Wish me luck, yah?" he grumbles to the woman. Before he steps out again, however, he turns to her. "I never did get your name, but I hope that this winter brings you as much good as a winter can. That isn't much, but it'll do."
Then, he turns to the door and places his massive, clawed hand on the handle before swinging it open and charging out, his feet sinking into the soft snow around them and his voice being carried off into the sky. Realising his fatal mistake, he immediately turns around and heads back into the tavern and slams the door shut. His breathing is raggedy, his scarf is already wet around the mouth from his cries of war, and his left is flutters away small crystals of ice.
"It's too damned cold out there for a lizard. Maybe I'll wait until tomorrow," he grumbles. "I'll have my seat back."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Dec 30, 2014 18:36:42 GMT -6
The barbarian raised an eyebrow at the lizard man's sudden "noble" move? Was he about to go take out the barbarians?? She suddenly remembered her drunkard husband, who was most likely wandering around in a daze. His fur lined coat might tip Krayto to think he was a barbarian. She fought off a shudder at the thought.
"Wh-" her mouth hung open briefly, "Were you just gonna go out there and hunt barbarians?" her head cocked slightly to the side, her lust for a potent mead grew stronger every minute she was around the hulking warrior.
"There really aren't many around... They don't really do much anyway as of late." He was really gung ho on this kill all barbars thing, it made her slightly more nervous for obvious reasons.
A wave of relief hit her when he turned back to sit at the table, she kicked the chair out for him as he returned. "Wise choice traveler. Rest a while. Nobody in the right mind if out in this weather anyways."
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Post by Krayto on Jan 11, 2015 21:09:50 GMT -6
Krayto nods and looks at the barbarian woman. "Do you have a bed?"
The lizard is definitely tired, and he feels that he will be better suited for a fight against angry barbarians in the morning when his blood has had a chance to settle and warm up and the ale coursing through his body finally is expelled.
Yes, a warm bed, soft blankets, and a cozy hearth will satisfy this barbarian until his anger takes over again.
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Jan 11, 2015 23:34:24 GMT -6
"Yes we do have several, as a merchant we often have out place open for weary souls. Usually we have not much for room however a place has... Opened up." She waved that thought out of her mind, the thought of the one who did sleep in that bed. She shook her head
"Ah, tis not a bother, you are welcome to stay, we do ask you pay some rent in coin or skill, but we are fair in out pricing." She leaned back in her chair and stretched. It had been a weary day. She thought for a moment if this hulking monstrosity is someone she should be keeping in her home, after all he did attempt to kill her. and she was rather vulnerable... Alas, he probably had good money and so he was business to her.
"How long are you wishing to stay friend?" she inquired, a cheesy grin plastered on her battle worn face.
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Post by Krayto on Jan 12, 2015 18:15:53 GMT -6
He lifts his tankard to his lips and takes a big gulp before answering.
"For as long as I need, if not longer," he answers confidently. "If I'm to be stuck in this frozen wasteland while I hunt injustice, I'd prefer to have a room to go back to."
He picks up the obsidian battle-axe leaning against the table, slings it over his shoulder, and steps towards the woman. He looks down at her, not only because of her height but also his, ad notices worry and caution in her expression. Clearly, he has traversed the border of his welcome.
But it does not matter. So long as he keeps his nerve, he will be tolerated by these folk.
"I have not coin to pay for a bed," he grumbles, "so my service to you will have to do. Show me to wherever I may rest my head, bitte und danke."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Jan 12, 2015 21:09:24 GMT -6
"Shall we go now?" She beckoned to the door. "Our place is over near the forest. It's a little crowded but i'm sure you'll fit in." She kicked her chair back under the table and grabbed her own axe of wood and steel adn slung it haphazardly over her shoulder, A muffled grunt of "Watch what yer doin with that thing" Pierced the air behind her. With a quick apology she strode over to the door.
"So are you gonan be alright in the cold?"
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Post by Krayto on Jan 16, 2015 21:22:05 GMT -6
A grumbly voice pierces the dull air of the tavern, causing Krayto to completely ignore her previous statement and turn to where the quiet words of aggression originated from.
And there he sees the man, thin and frail with muddied clothing: while he clearly isn't a barbarian, his intense gaze shows that he is too to be reasoned with. There is also a ring on each of his fingers, all with a yellow crystal, and Krayto knows that this usually means he is facing a wizard.
Still, he fears no magic, despite how powerful he might be, and he faces the man with a growl. "Sorry, what was that?"
The man stands up and cracks his knuckles. "You heard me!" he grumbles, and at this point Krayto can hear that he's far too drunk for his own good. "If you're goin' round with axes and weapons, don't knock a guy's drink over."
Krayto bows his head, not wanting to put up with this conversation any longer but also not wanting to get on the town's 'wanted' list. "We'll be more careful."
The man reaches out with his ringed hands and snarls: "You'll be dead!"
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Jan 30, 2015 23:37:36 GMT -6
With a hollow thunk, the barbarian's axe lands directly beside the man's head, sticking into the wooden wall. "You'd best not be startin shit. iv'e killed men like you with my two hands." It was startling how quick she'd managed to move without being detected.
At that moment a tankard shattered against her shoulder and the bar came to life.
"Eh, dont worry friend. the laws here are loose." she broke her sentence off to clothesline a man who had the foolish idea to charge her. "You wont end up on any wanted lists." She shrugged and delivered a hefty uppercut to some poor sap running for the door.
"Might as well enjoy yerself."
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Post by Krayto on Feb 1, 2015 20:24:32 GMT -6
Enjoy myself...he wonders. How can anyone enjoy themselves simply by starting a fight with another person? This is what Krayto knows as anarchy: the complete lack of order in an area, where the people are governed only by their innermost wants or--
A bottle goes flying into the back of his neck, shattering upon one of his larger dorsal spines and startling the Saurial. He turns around with a glare of anger to try and find the culprit of such an act before setting his eyes on a man winding up to throw another bottle at him.
Krayto snarls and releases a battlecry from his lungs so powerful it would shatter bones had it any true force behind it, and he charges forwards, ramming his leather-clad head into the sternum of the man. He rears up on his hind legs, showing his true, gargantuan height, as he slams the man into the ceiling of the tavern. Almost instantly, the wooden support keeping the section of the roof up collapses, and with it comes a nearly-nude mixture of man and lynx with exaggerated and feminine features. It screams first before scowling and joining the fray, jumping onto Krayto and clawing helplessly at his face.
Krayto lifts his arms up and takes hold of the feline man by the chest and waist before spinning him effortlessly, throwing him into the bar where two women are already whacking one-another with planks of wood.
"Enjoy myself..." he mutters, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. "Enjoy myself!"
With one last cry of delight, he charges towards the women, ready to show of his battle prowess.
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