One of the lizard creatures with a bow made some hand gestures to his fellow crewmembers. The ones with the crooks as well as two of the archers abandoned ship and dove into the surrounding crowd and streets, fanning out to maximize on the chaos. There were three groups of kobolds running around while one archer remained on top of the hogbeast. The archer that remained pulled a string and all of the arms and pulleys folded into form a barrier of sorts. The archer dropped his bow and lifted some heavier weaponry, a heavy crossbow to be precise.
Elgar weighed up his options and decided to follow one of the small groups of kobolds that had dashed into the crowd. The hogbeast seemed a little out of his weight class when it came to fighting, but perhaps taking down a couple of lizard men could gain him some credit in this city.
Pearce was in trouble, he could not get near enough to the enraged man to strike. The table leg he was waving around like a club was preventing him from getting close. As soon as he thought he would be able to get closer, a swing from the makeshift club had him backing off again. While he had managed to avoid getting hit, he doubted that his luck would last forever. What he needed was something to put the odds in his favour.
The barbarian man could probably tell that this fight wasn't going to be as easy as he imagined. However his persistence was something to be admired. He continued to wave the club around, aiming for Pearce but unable to properly catch him. He raised the fragment of the tavern's furniture above his head for another attack, except something stopped it. A shower of splinters fell onto the drunken man's head, and for a moment he looked at his makeshift club in confusion. But somewhere in his ale-soaked brain, he connected the shattered club to the elf holding the bow. He turned his rage-filled gaze to her.
Pearce, realising that this was the opportunity he was waiting for, leapt towards the barbarian. He wasn't going to let the elf's efforts go in vain. He had to strike before he prepared another club. Pearce aimed to incapacitate his foe, he wasn't going to kill him. He was getting close to his foe, and as he focussed his attention on her, Pearce readied his blade. As soon as the barbarian was within range of his knife, Pearce swiped at him with his copper blade.
Even now Pearce was thinking over his strategy. He could use a hex to weaken his foe's attacks, perhaps that would make getting hit a little less dangerous. The fight would still be tough, but now Pearce had an ally. He didn't know her name, only that she was trying to help him defeat the unruly barbarian. There was time for introductions later, for now Pearce had to focus on the fight.
Despite Pearce's initial effort to subdue the raging barbarian, he continued to fight. It was to be expected, of course, that he wouldn't give up after one cut from Pearce's dagger. So he would just have to attack again. Before the barbarian had a chance to rearm himself with another table leg. Pearce was watching closely and planning his next move when he saw the barbarian acquire his new weapon. And it was this that made Pearce decide his strategy.
The barbarian, in what almost looked like a fit of rage, shattered a wooden support post with his fist and tore the remains of the post from its housing. He waved the heavy wooden support like he would with a new club. Fortunately, the ceiling seemed fine despite its reduced support despite any creaking and groaning. The weapon was heavy and slow, and would certainly hurt if one was to be hit by it. The bystanders ducked when the new makeshift club swung by them. Pearce knew what he had to do to stop the barbarian.
The post came flying towards Pearce and the foxkin dropped to the floor just in time to avoid it. It was hardly a graceful dodge, but it did the job. He could hear the wind it generated rushing past his ears. If he hadn't been paying attention then he would have been knocked away by the weapon and very sore. Now Pearce had to put his plan into action, but first he needed some time or a distraction.
An arrow flew past the man, embedding itself in the wall next to its predecessor. Perfect, while the barbarian would be focussing on the elven archer Pearce could begin casting his spell. But first he needed to prepare. Firstly, Pearce stepped backwards, hoping that he could stay out of the way of the barbarian's attacks long enough for the spell to take effect. Secondly, he drew Eventide, his athame, and moved his dagger to his left hand.
Pearce began chanting the incantation for Hex of Fatigue, a simple hex that was also known as Exhaust. It made the opponent weaker, sapping their strength. He spoke in the otherworldly language of the magic he was taught and a faint grey aura appeared around the athame he held in his right hand. Once Pearce spoke the final word of his spell, the same grey aura that had surrounded his athame appeared over the barbarian.
"Wha?" The barbarian shouted drunkenly, "Magic..."
It was then that Pearce knew that he had regained the barbarian's attention. The drunken man began to swing the club once more, but despite his efforts he could not make it travel as fast as it did before. Pearce hoped that the hex would help put the odds into their favour.
"I've cast a spell to make his attacks weaker." he called to his ally
The flameling's fist comes into contact with the unsuspecting hogbeast's cheek, it burns through a small patch of the creature's bristle-like fur. The Kobold Archer controlling the creature lets loose several arrows but they bounce on the pavement too far away from Hikaru, he had not expected anyone to rush in so close to the creature for some obvious reasons. The Archer dropped his bow to one hand and pulled on the reigns with the other, causing the Hogbeast's head and consequently tusks to rear to the side and slam into Hikaru's side, flinging him back a couple of metres. The archer knocked an arrow and once again took aim at the burning entity.
Scouur - Elgar
Elgar ran up behind the two Kobolds, One was carrying a crook, which was essentially a long stick with a metal hook on the end which it was using previously to snatch coin purses, The other still had its bow. The two were aiming their weapons at some townsfolk, holding their hands out as if they expected people to just hand over their valuables. "Not so fast!" He swung his sword against the cobble horseways causing it to cast menacing sparks like a flint firestarter. "You're kinda stupid for choosing to try and raid a city filled with adventurers of all sorts." E held his sword with two hands infront of his face with his feet shoulderwidth apart, his prefered stance of fight. "Have at ye."
Elgar ran headlong at the Archer, who in a hurry tried to parry with his bow which almost immediately splintered. The other swung wildly back at Elgar, catching his leg, gritting his teeth Elgar kicked the hook away from himself in a hurry, causing it to catch on the 'clothes' of the now bowless Kobold archer. A brief moment of trying to get his hook unstuck without depantsing his comrade gave Elgar chance to swing down at the crook, splintering the shaft in twey. "Ha, what now my weaponless friends?" The Kobolds decided to respond to his jest by raising their taloned appendages with which they could use natural attack. "oh..."
Elena sighed deeply as she walked down the gangplank. The rip on the Scourer was somewhat dull, even if she had passed the time by reading some books. As she had paid the toll required to board the ship as a passenger, she had the privilege of being one of the first to disembark. It didn't matter too much in the end though, as the people who decided to earn their keep had exited the ship left soon after. The young woman made sure she had everything in order before walking down the pier.
A refreshing sea breeze wafted through the air as Elena walked across the boardwalk. The sensation was calming and reassuring, it reminded her of home. For a brief moment, she had wondered about her family, but the thought slipped as quickly as it came. She was here for a reason, after all. The woman continued down the streets.
As Elena walked, a myriad of merchants had beckoned her closer. The woman did her best to ignore them. After all, she had already used quite a bit of money on the toll for the ship's passage. She considered it wiser to simply save the money for later. Gold in another land was still gold, after all. Still, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. There was much to see as incense, jewelry, trinkets, and baubles lined the stands. The exotic objects had drawn her close.
...Perhaps she could look around for a bit.
The young woman had spent more time window shopping than she had hoped, and not a single item to show for it. It wasn't a total waste of time, as she got acquainted with a few them, and got a better idea of the city. Foreigners such as herself were rare, and quite a few people had turned their heads to peer at the young woman, but whether it was her strange choice of weaponry, or her appearance, she wouldn't be able to tell. Elena took a turn down a side street which took her back near the docks.
From this distance, aside from the hustle and bustle of the city, she could hear what seemed like shouting and breaking things. Elena walked closer until she could see an inn, namely, "The Dish ran away with the Spoon Inn". A quaint little establishment, as the sign hanging from the nearby pole was worn and slightly faded from the moisture. What was most notable, however, were the disgruntled patrons leaving the inn. They were in varying stages of drunkenness, most were lightly buzzed and tipsy from their drinks, while others were close to collapsing on the ground. Elena stepped past these patrons as they hovered around the building. It seemed that they only wanted to stay out of the danger zone.
Elena watched the situation unfold from a nearby window. It seemed that a drunken man had started disturbing the peace. He seemed quite strong, and very much drunk. The young woman spotted a pair of familiar faces facing down against him, namely a wood elf archer, and a foxman. Elena vaguely remembered them being on the Scourer as well, but she had only spared them a few glances. It seemed they've gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. She stood in the doorway for a minute before entering completely, positioning herself against a nearby wall.
The young woman observed the situation in further detail. Any patrons left in the building mostly huddled together in the side, or were simply too drunk to notice the events that were unfolding. Elena spotted one or two people simply standing at guard, but otherwise idly stood by. It seemed that the barbarian was tired, perhaps he had been at this for a while? If so, then the adventurers fighting him have some remarkable tenacity. It was clear that the pair was trying to take him down without causing any serious injuries.
"Hmm..." Elena mumbled to herself.
A wayward projectile, namely a pewter tankard, had interrupted her thoughts. How uncouth. She pivoted her body to the side to avoid the impromptu missile before turning to face the barbarian. It seemed that he had sent some tableware flying when he was thrashing about. For a moment, Elena's hands had darted to the pair of chakrams strapped to her back, but she stopped herself. There was little she could do to use them without seriously hurting the man, which she would like to avoid(even if she wanted to). She let her arms drop to sides, as a crackle of electricity danced between her fingertips.
"This may hurt a little..." Elena whispered to nobody in particular.
In a swift and sudden motion, Elena had outstretched her arm towards the raging barbarian. Her fingers pointed at him, causing a burst of lightning to surge across the room and hit the man square in the chest. Of course, she had not fired the spell at full power, after all, she had no intent to kill or maim the man. She had hoped it would just be enough to take him down. The man howled in pain, the spell only causing his rage to intensify further. He shot Elena an angry glare. No words needed to be exchanged to understand his intent as he took a step towards her.
"Ngh... Should have put more power into that spell..." She said, somewhat nervously. Elena reached for her dagger.
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Pearce returned his athame to its sheath, and his dagger to his right hand, as he began to think over his next attack. Another strike with his dagger would probably be his next attack, he had already cast the only spell he knew. But he would have to be careful, although the spell had weakened the barbarian's attacks a hit from the club would still hurt. He was waiting for the right time to strike, until a bolt of lightning hit the barbarian right in his chest.
Pearce quickly turned to see where the bolt of electricity originated, doubting the possibility that it was a natural event as lightning rarely struck indoors. Standing with her arm outstretched was a woman with long, flowing white hair. Apparently the fight had attracted another participant, one who appeared to be on their side. Naturally the barbarian had turned his attention to her.
However his attention did not remain on the newcomer for long as another arrow had taken flight and embedded itself in the barbarian's arm. Which resulted in the barbarian dropping his club with a loud crash. Had he finally given up? Was the fight over? Maybe, maybe not. Pearce, however, was not going to take any chances. He remained on guard as his ally, the elven archer, asked if the barbarian was finally willing to listen to what they had to say.
Pearce did not let down his guard, an injured enemy was a dangerous enemy after all. There was a chance that the barbarian had finally given up the fight. He was bleeding, singed and had the head of an arrow embedded in his arm. Pearce tentatively took a step closer to the barbarian's tiring, injured form. The barbarian looked towards Pearce, he made a swipe at him with his injured arm. Pearce flinched at this but the arm didn't get anywhere near him. While it appeared that he hadn't quite given up yet, it was clear that he was losing.
"Give up" Pearce said simply.
The barbarian's alcohol addled brain was steadily coming to the realisation that he was losing this fight. But should he decide not to accept defeat, Pearce was prepared to strike again with his dagger. But he preferred that he wouldn't have to. The barbarian looked at each of his three foes, he appeared tired as though the wounds he accumulated, in addition to the alcohol, were finally taking their toll.
Parrying their furious swipes, Elgar was slowly being pushed back towards an alley which presumably ended in a dead end. Not wanting to be at such a disadvantage, he struck out at one of the Kobolds, allowing the other an attack of opportunity. His sword sliced into the first creature's scaley flesh with some hesitation but was eventually the attack was enough to end the creature. Elgar flung the kobold carcass towards the other, sending it flying backwards and crashing into some crates. Elgar used this brief moment to readjust himself and realised that his left arm was now covered in many razor gashes. While his arm was fairly stable, the leg wound was bleeding and would need some attention soon.
The enraged barbarian took a step towards Elena, but he was stopped when he had realized that he had been shot by the elven archer. The arrow had embedded itself in the middle of his arm. The pain had caused him to drop his club, which made a surprisingly heavy thud on the floor. Elena remained on guard, after all, it still seemed that the barbarian was still thinking about his decision. The young woman watched as the foxman took a step towards the barbarian. His attempts were quickly dissuaded by a sluggish attempt of a swipe. The barbarian was clearly at a disadvantage, yet he wished to persist.
"Do you really still have to think about this?" Elena said in an exasperated tone as she put away her dagger. "There's nothing you can do at this point."
The barbarian ponders this for a moment, then looks to the young woman with rage filled in his eyes.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" he screamed as he took off charging in her direction.
The man chose the most direct path towards Elena, which meant going through several tables. Having gained a second wind, the barbarian knocked aside tables and chairs in his path. He must have knocked over a lantern at some point, because the sound of glass shattering was heard. A small fire had started quickly enough, and it seemed that this did not serve to slow him down at all.
"That's too bad..." Elena said quietly as she went through the practiced motions of spellcasting.
He had closed the distance fairly quickly, but when he was within a few feet of her, the barbarian stopped in his tracks. The man convulsed for a moment before collapsing on the floor. Elena swiftly stepped to the side as to avoid the falling man. The barbarian hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. The young woman did her best to suppress a smug smirk at her handiwork before turning to the growing fire.
"We need to get everyone out of here, unless you all have something that could put out this fire." Elena quickly suggested.
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Scouur - Kobold Riders
Looking across the chaos spread by the massive beast, the seven kobolds intiate their plan, seeing that this is a perfect opportunity of harvesting valuables from the cowering citizens. The seven kobolds had spread out into four groups of two, the kobolds can be separated into two kinds, a ranged type and a melee type each with a weapon to fit their role. Working as a team, the foot unit spread out and prey on the people in the street crowds while one of the kobold station with the hog-like beast monitoring the situation.
Scouur - Etorias Ahmes
While helping out the peoples retreating from the arise chaos, Etorias spot a change of situation from the raiding kobolds. The kobolds now unmounted their beast and spread out into groups among the crowds, harvesting from the peoples. Adapting to the new situation, Etorias quickly dash toward the area where the kobolds start to spread. While moving closer to the area, Etorias spotted that among the cowering peoples, those who possess the will to fight off these raiders already intercept the kobolds from their task. Etorias let out a slight smile knowing that there are others like him within the chaotic situation. His search certainly did not took long at all before he encounter a unit of kobolds among the crowds, the scene of robbery did not conceal them too well it seems.
Etorias let out a sigh knowing that what he's about to do might conflict with the guidance of his deity, however he could not standby and watch the weak suffer in front of him. Without further hesitation, Etorias pulled out his shining sword 'Solaris' allowing a flash of bright light to shines at the moment where the sword was drawn. Etorias then swiftly entering his battle stance preparing the engage the two kobolds in front of him. Reacted to the new enemy, the two kobolds enter their battle formation where the archer took a safe post in the rear and the melee kobold prepare for close combat. The delay before engaging was swift, the archer kobolds quickly nock its first arrow aiming at the golden knight, the arrow was shot in a quick motion but the shot was parried by an immediate response from Etorias. The other kobold however did not waste a moment of hesitation and charge at the golden knight while his archer prepare its next shot.
In an attempt to counter their tactics, Etorias throw his sword directing it at the archer in the rear, out of instinct the melee kobold side step to dodge the attack not knowing that it was directed at the archer behind allowing it pass the through the first guard easily. Clearly seen the incoming attack from the knight, the archer kobold dodge the blade in a similar way as its comrade by side stepping from the attack letting the sword missed its intent target. The kobold let out a laughter knowing that the knight's attack terribly missed, while at the same time within the split second of its laughter unaware of the presence of the knight behind, Etorias swiftly grab his sword in the exact moment of his teleportation and swing it at the side of the archer kobold, the impact sent the kobold flying to the side for about a meter before hitting a concrete wall knocking the archer kobold out cold. Etorias enter his battle stance once again and look directly at the remaining kobold in front of him, observing its next move.
Hiraku finally recovers from the stun the beast to Hiraku. Hiraku was suprised of how far the beast knoked him back he was still dazed from the hit his skin turns to fire and back to skin repeating for a couple of times it was a lethal hit for normal humans so his mold is refusing to stay together.Hiraku's injury soon bursts into flames no flameling has ever survived a fatal hit before only those who know the timing to turn the impact zone to fire but that takes training and years to master (normally flamelings take 5-10 seconds to turn to fire completely Hiraku's gauntlet has a rune that will make it easier to turn into flames it only needs a spark flamelings can spark with a snap litteraly) Hiraku soon start to scream a demonic screech or pheonix screech and fall down unconcious and burst into a great flame
The fire had spread much quicker than Elena had anticipated. People were already leaving the building. A wise choice, but in the end, it only served to block the entrances. The young woman briefly considered exiting through the windows, but decided against it. She did not have the tenacity nor the shamelessness to do so. There was also the issue of the now unconscious barbarian at her feet. Elena sighed deeply as she started dragging him away from the inferno. There was no way she could leave him to die, even if he had seemed to be the cause of it all. As young woman struggled to pull him along, she almost regretted her decision about incapacitating him.
Almost.
Elena did her best to stay low to avoid breathing in too much smoke. The crowded tavern made it difficult to maneuver though, and she had to pull the barbarian past several tables. She aimed to make it to the cellar door where the other patrons were gathering, but halfway through, she had reached her limit. Elena was never a particularly strong woman, and pulling along a heavy load in a burning environment was tough, to say the least. She beckoned to the people crowded around the cellar door, where the elven archer and several others were waiting.
"I would appreciate some help here..." Elena said with ragged breath.
Many of the patrons looked at the unconscious man scornfully. The young woman sighed again. It seemed that the patrons were unwilling to help her with the man. At this rate, he will quite likely become a literal dead weight. Judging on how the cellar door isn't open yet, Elena could only assume that the barkeep was keeping it locked for some reason. How typical.
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It took a second bolt from the sorceress to finally take down the barbarian. Despite the fact it appeared that Pearce and his allies had already won the fight, the barbarian still decided to charge towards their newest ally. An action that ended with the barbarian collapsing. However, despite the fact that the fight had been won there was still danger. Pearce heard the sound of glass shattering, then his keen nose picked up the scent of burning wood.
The tavern was on fire.
It didn't take long for the blaze to grow, fuelled by timber who had absorbed alcohol from a dozen spilled drinks over the years in addition to the more recently spilled alcohol and smashed furniture from the fight. The customers who had stayed behind to watch the fight were now rushing towards the door in a frenzy. Luckily his ally, the archer, had the idea of finding a different way out and had asked the bartender about it. Except instead of opening the door, the bartender locked it and demanded that they pay for the damages.
"That money will be useless if we all burn" Pearce said, a noticeable hint of anger in his voice.
The ceiling creaked and heaved, further increasing the panic of the patrons. Those lucky enough to have already escaped the burning building were shouting and warning others of the blaze. Pearce knew that he had to get out of here soon, and that everyone else needed to get out quickly too. The barbarian would have to escape the building too, even if he had to be dragged outside.
Pearce had to think quickly, there had to be another way out. A window? Maybe as a last resort. The chimney? That would be too difficult to climb to be a viable method of escape. The front door? It was still clogged with patrons and waiting for it to clear would be a bad idea. It was then that Pearce noticed the lightning-wielding sorceress had dragged the barbarian halfway to the cellar door where, Pearce hoped, they would escape. However she mentioned that she would appreciate help in dragging the unconscious man. Pearce moved quickly to the woman's side, trying to avoid breathing in the smoke, and took hold of the barbarian's arm. He tried to help drag the man, who previously was their enemy, to safety. He knew he couldn't have saved the man on his own, so he was glad that he didn't have to do it alone. The unconscious man groaned, but did not wake.
"Open the door" Pearce said to the bartender, "Before it is too late."
Scouur - Elgar
Limping out of the alleyway and back to where the Hogbeast and archer were, Elgar spotted some sort of creature burning up on the ground ahead. He had managed to finish off the second alley kobold with a brief visit of his sword to the being's sternum. He tore off his breeches below the knee and had bandaged his leg to the best degree he could amidst a fightful interruption such as these kobolds presented. Hobbling over to the flaming creature lying on the ground, E inspected though he could hardly keep both eyes open as those kobolds had put up a fair fight. "I can still sense a faint residule aura emanating from this bright creature, it will live another day if I can stop that thing from doing any more damage."
The Hogbeast snorted and taunted with one of its hooves, as if to charge. Elgar stood his ground and while clutching his side with one arm, raised his sword with the other. Elgar side stepped and the beast turned with him, he did this once more so he was sure the beast would not charge his collapsed friend. "Come and get me!!" Elgar ran at the beast as it charged him, the beast was quick, but Elgar too possessed some unhumanly dexterity. At the last moment, he was able to push off the ground with his good leg and clamber onto the creatures face. The Archer atop was not expecting this and hurriedly swapped his two-handed crossbolt for a shortsword laying at his feet, so that he would not have to release the reigns.
Elgar swiped at the kobolds feet as he hauled himself up onto the platform. The kobold nimbly dodged the attack but was unable to stop Elgar from climbing aboard.
As Pearce struggled to drag the heavy, unconscious brute away from the flames, he could hear the continued protests of the barkeeper who was now throughly convinced that Pearce, the elven woman, the sorceress and the barbarian had been working together in some kind of conspiracy against his bar. What, exactly, would wrecking a bar achieve eluded Pearce, who was really more concerned with not burning to death and the paranoia of the bartender.
"That is completely false" Pearce said in a forced calm voice that failed to hide a hint of his impatience, he coughed once before continuing, "We simply do not wish for this man to be burnt alive. Whether or not he was our enemy a few moments ago is irrelevant, we cannot sentence him to death."
The smoke was becoming thicker, it burnt Pearce's throat and lungs when he breathed. This resulted in more coughing. They had to get out before the tavern became an inescapable inferno. And clearly he was not the only one who thought this. Many other still-trapped patrons, who were not trying their luck with exiting through the front door, voiced their protests. Or, rather, shouted them. Still the bartender refused to open the door.
Or he did until the elven archer decided to use her bow as a persuasion tool. Now with a arrow pointed at him, the bartender appeared more co-operative. Unlocking the cellar door with an audible click. The now unlocked door gave Pearce hope. He watched the door intensely, as if just staring at it was enough to make it swing open. But, as he awaited the inevitable rush for the second door, Pearce saw a glint of fire reflected in glass...
Pearce connected the pitcher that the bartender held in his hand and the elven archer with an arrow pointed at the man. He was going to attempt to hit her with the pitcher, wasn't he? Pearce had to work quickly, while he had his doubts that he could get there fast enough to do anything he might be able to warn his ally before she was struck.
"Watch out archer!" he called to the elven woman with the bow.
Pearce hoped that his warning was shouted in time for the elf to react. He did not want her to be injured in a burning building, especially after she had been so helpful in the brawl with the barbarian. That was why he shouted a warning, without knowing for certain what the pitcher would be used for.
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Scouur - Etorias Ahmes
a brief pause of stillness freeze the battle for a moment, the crook kobold seems to be in shock of a sudden fall of his ally while the young still try to observe his opponent before engaging. The kobold took the initiative and charge at the knight at full speed, with a prepared defense stance the knight parry the incoming attack immediately knocking the crook up high, instinctively the kobold swiftly kick the knight on his torso protection leading him a couple of step backward. Etorias once again charge his light into his blade, readying to throw it once more. Without any delay the blade was launch straight at the kobold, however the kobold would not fall for the same trick once more, prepare to parry the incoming sword. In the split moment before the sword enters the parrying range, Etorias teleport to sword grab its by its hilt adding extra strength to change its direction, Etorias duck the swing by the kobold and slash his blade across the lizard abdomen, sending it down unmoved on the ground.
Sheathing his sword, Etorias quickly passed through the thick crowd trying to locate the other remaining groups of kobold out there. Without much trouble the young knight manage to find the rampaging hog beast in the crowd. Analyzing the current situation, Etorias spot a young man atop the beast battling the kobold that seems to be controlling the monster's rampage. "Are you alright up there?!!!" Etorias shout to the young man asking if he would need some assistant against the kobold atop the beast. Sensing that troubles are happening to its commander, the two remaining kobolds quickly rush back to the hog beast joining the fray between the two adventurer and the kobolds. Etorias draw his sword once letting out a bright shines when drawn, Etorias enter his defensive stance trying to fend off the other two kobolds from joining with its commander.
Elgar was preoccupied and unable to respond, the Kobold immediately began swinging his shortsword with mild inacuracy, his arms more used to archery and not being right up in the fray. Elgar slashed back, causing the the kobold to drop the reigns, in turn making the hogbeast buck and sway. Dropping to his knees Elgar clutched to the creature's fur for his life, he then began hacking at the creature's tough, leathery hide causing it to react even more violently.
All Pearce could do was watch as the pitcher took flight, with the warning possibly encouraging the barman to do so. But fortunately for the elf, who was the barman's target, the pitcher missed. Instead it smashed on the floor. Pearce was glad of this, but not of the barman's decision to attack someone while his business was burning to the ground with people still inside. His ally was fine, despite a little alcohol spilt on her.
Now that the barman had finally given up on preventing people from exiting his burning establishment, Pearce could get back to helping to drag the unconscious barbarian out of the blaze. But before he returned the to task, he saw his ally return her arrow to her quiver without shooting the barman. With the door now open and unlocked, more people attempted to leave the tavern. It was a good thing too, as Pearce had begun to question the structural integrity of the place.
It took some time, but the barbarian had made it to the door that was open and waiting for them to pass. But this was not without effort, the man was heavy and had to be dragged across the floor, making sure to avoid the broken glass. This was not without help either, as a couple of remaining customers had started helping too, possibly feeling a little guilty about ignoring the man earlier. Most of the remaining patrons now had left, through either door. The ceiling had begun to collapse as the brute was finally moved to safety.
There was a loud crash, Pearce turned to see the ceiling, or what remained of it, lying in a burning, ashen heap on the floor. He was relieved that it had held out as long as it did, otherwise he and many other people would be buried under burning rubble. Soon afterwards Pearce finally made it outside into the fresh air.
Shortly after Pearce was outside, a couple of nearby guards took the barbarian from him and moved him away from the burning building. Pearce moved a few more steps, now feeling the pain and exhaustion from the day. He took deep breaths of the significantly less smoke-filled air outside. Now he saw the crowd who had gathered, a few of whom were carrying buckets of water in an attempt at stopping the blaze from spreading.
Pearce was exhausted, he leaned against a nearby, not burning building as people rushed to and fro. The barbarian was being seen to by a cleric while the patrons who helped were speaking to a pair of nearby guards. Pearce only hoped that everyone had made it outside in time.
Silver hovered on a mast pole, standing in the shadows created by the heavy post of wood. From up here he could see everyone on deck below, but even if they looked up, he know he wouldn't be spotted.
A while ago, he had boarded the ship, unseen by anyone, and remained that way throughout. For a brief moment, he had considered not paying; after all, the idea was that he wouldn't even be noticed, so there would be no reason to even consider him. But he decided against being a stowaway. After all, he would need food and water eventually. So he ended up leaving a small pile of coins in the captains quarters.
The long trip over was a bit monotonous, but it was easily filled with people-watching. This roost, high above the deck, had been his main resting place, and he could hardly believe all the variety among the beings on the ship. Elves, dwarves, even some sort of bipedal fox. And the relations between them all were even more fascinating.
So Silver watched. That was the reason he was journeying, anyway. He wanted to see the world, experience everything. Preferably without any of it experiencing him.
As the boat docked, he crouched on the mast bar, waiting for the perfect moment. In his hands he held his staff, its moderate weight reassuring.
Right as the boat slid into place, he ran down the pole, away from the deck and over the water, using the staff for balance. When he reached the end, he launched himself off, toward the shore, soaring over the street below. He landed on a sign, depicting a decapitated fish, that was mounted to a wall. It creaked under his weight, but he was only on it for a second before sliding onto the roof.
Now, safe above the rest, and only visible for a few moments to anyone looking up, he started to explore this seaside town. Even just turning down the first street was a new experience, opening to a bustling market.
And so he watched.
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Several hours later, he finally wandered away, his satchel filled with a bit more food that he had swapped with some coins. He'd have to be careful of his funds, or he'd run out soon, but he'd decided to get himself one of the more fancy looking breads. Saving it for later, he wrapped it carefully and stuffed it with the rest of the food, and wandered through the roofs of the town. A number of them were quite steep, but he navigated them efficiently, with only one slip, landing from a longer distance.
He nearly fell right off a roof though, when he smelled smoke. Peering out over the town, he spotted the source, a rather large column of it wafting upward from somewhere to his right. Curious, he decided to find out what it was.
Reaching the nearby buildings, he slowed down, and peered into the street.
It was chaos. The street was bustling with people, officials, citizens. The burning spot looked like it used to be a tavern or inn. And there were a few people laying prone on the cobblestone, as well. Maybe there had been some sort of a bar fight, or a magical mess up. There was certainly enough alcohol in those places for a single spark to set the place ablaze.
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Elena watched as the foxman went over to her side to help drag the man along. "At least some people were willing to help", she thought to herself. As the pair dragged the man along, it seemed that the argument between the elven archer and the barkeep had begun to reach a head. The elf threatened the stubborn man with her bow and arrow, which caused the man to do as asked. He moved to unlock the door.
In the corner of her eye, Elena could spot the publican reaching for something, but before she could say anything, the foxman had already warned the elf. She deftly dodged out of the way of a glass pitcher, but the liquid within had spilled, causing the alcohol to stain the woman's clothes. Luckily for Elena, none of it had landed on her, if it had, she would have been much more cross with the barkeep. Patrons rushed out of the open door, and some moved to help the unconscious barbarian out of the building.
By the time she had exited, the ceiling in the other side of the building had creaked and gave way. Soon enough, the whole building would collapse. Elena breathed a sigh of relief when she had been outside. People rushed to and fro across the streets, desperately trying to put out the fire. A man and several guards had moved to take care the the unconscious barbarian. Elena moved away from the crowds and took a seat on a nearby bench away from the burning tavern. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a comb and began combing her hair. The smoke had done little to keep it tidy, after all.
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The blaze seemed to continue to attract more people as the flame reached higher and higher into the sky. Pearce watched on, glad that everyone appeared to have gotten out of the tavern without being horribly burnt. Even the barbarian was alright, but was being tended to be the clerics. By now the hex that Pearce had used to reduce the barbarian's strength would have worn off, he didn't need it to last any longer than the duration of the fight.
That fight was tough, and it would have been much more difficult had the elf and the sorceress not intervened. Pearce looked around for his allies, he could see the sorceress sitting on a nearby bench and was apparently fixing her hair. It took a moment until he spotted the elf in the bustling crowd, she was walking towards both Pearce and the sorceress. Once she was close enough, she spoke. She said she felt honoured for their help.
"And I must thank you" Pearce said, "Your help was vital in the fight" He then turned to the sorceress, "And I thank you too for your help, it was your spell that finally defeated our foe."
Pearce watched the scene around the tavern for a few moments, thinking over the events of the day. He realised that his two allies, the sorceress and elf, were actually complete strangers. They were vital in the fight with the barbarian, and yet he didn't know either of them. He should at least get to know their names.
"Allow me to introduce myself" Pearce said, "My name is Pearce Allan."
Pearce was feeling tired after the fight and helping to drag the barbarian from the burning building, but was slowly recovering. After a rest he would be feeling better. He wondered how his allies were feeling, were they injured after escaping the tavern? He hoped that they were alright.
Scouur - Kobold Riders
One of the lizard creatures with a bow made some hand gestures to his fellow crewmembers. The ones with the crooks as well as two of the archers abandoned ship and dove into the surrounding crowd and streets, fanning out to maximize on the chaos. There were three groups of kobolds running around while one archer remained on top of the hogbeast. The archer that remained pulled a string and all of the arms and pulleys folded into form a barrier of sorts. The archer dropped his bow and lifted some heavier weaponry, a heavy crossbow to be precise.
Elgar weighed up his options and decided to follow one of the small groups of kobolds that had dashed into the crowd. The hogbeast seemed a little out of his weight class when it came to fighting, but perhaps taking down a couple of lizard men could gain him some credit in this city.
Pearce was in trouble, he could not get near enough to the enraged man to strike. The table leg he was waving around like a club was preventing him from getting close. As soon as he thought he would be able to get closer, a swing from the makeshift club had him backing off again. While he had managed to avoid getting hit, he doubted that his luck would last forever. What he needed was something to put the odds in his favour.
The barbarian man could probably tell that this fight wasn't going to be as easy as he imagined. However his persistence was something to be admired. He continued to wave the club around, aiming for Pearce but unable to properly catch him. He raised the fragment of the tavern's furniture above his head for another attack, except something stopped it. A shower of splinters fell onto the drunken man's head, and for a moment he looked at his makeshift club in confusion. But somewhere in his ale-soaked brain, he connected the shattered club to the elf holding the bow. He turned his rage-filled gaze to her.
Pearce, realising that this was the opportunity he was waiting for, leapt towards the barbarian. He wasn't going to let the elf's efforts go in vain. He had to strike before he prepared another club. Pearce aimed to incapacitate his foe, he wasn't going to kill him. He was getting close to his foe, and as he focussed his attention on her, Pearce readied his blade. As soon as the barbarian was within range of his knife, Pearce swiped at him with his copper blade.
Even now Pearce was thinking over his strategy. He could use a hex to weaken his foe's attacks, perhaps that would make getting hit a little less dangerous. The fight would still be tough, but now Pearce had an ally. He didn't know her name, only that she was trying to help him defeat the unruly barbarian. There was time for introductions later, for now Pearce had to focus on the fight.
Despite Pearce's initial effort to subdue the raging barbarian, he continued to fight. It was to be expected, of course, that he wouldn't give up after one cut from Pearce's dagger. So he would just have to attack again. Before the barbarian had a chance to rearm himself with another table leg. Pearce was watching closely and planning his next move when he saw the barbarian acquire his new weapon. And it was this that made Pearce decide his strategy.
The barbarian, in what almost looked like a fit of rage, shattered a wooden support post with his fist and tore the remains of the post from its housing. He waved the heavy wooden support like he would with a new club. Fortunately, the ceiling seemed fine despite its reduced support despite any creaking and groaning. The weapon was heavy and slow, and would certainly hurt if one was to be hit by it. The bystanders ducked when the new makeshift club swung by them. Pearce knew what he had to do to stop the barbarian.
The post came flying towards Pearce and the foxkin dropped to the floor just in time to avoid it. It was hardly a graceful dodge, but it did the job. He could hear the wind it generated rushing past his ears. If he hadn't been paying attention then he would have been knocked away by the weapon and very sore. Now Pearce had to put his plan into action, but first he needed some time or a distraction.
An arrow flew past the man, embedding itself in the wall next to its predecessor. Perfect, while the barbarian would be focussing on the elven archer Pearce could begin casting his spell. But first he needed to prepare. Firstly, Pearce stepped backwards, hoping that he could stay out of the way of the barbarian's attacks long enough for the spell to take effect. Secondly, he drew Eventide, his athame, and moved his dagger to his left hand.
Pearce began chanting the incantation for Hex of Fatigue, a simple hex that was also known as Exhaust. It made the opponent weaker, sapping their strength. He spoke in the otherworldly language of the magic he was taught and a faint grey aura appeared around the athame he held in his right hand. Once Pearce spoke the final word of his spell, the same grey aura that had surrounded his athame appeared over the barbarian.
"Wha?" The barbarian shouted drunkenly, "Magic..."
It was then that Pearce knew that he had regained the barbarian's attention. The drunken man began to swing the club once more, but despite his efforts he could not make it travel as fast as it did before. Pearce hoped that the hex would help put the odds into their favour.
"I've cast a spell to make his attacks weaker." he called to his ally
Scouur, Hogbeast - Hikaru
The flameling's fist comes into contact with the unsuspecting hogbeast's cheek, it burns through a small patch of the creature's bristle-like fur. The Kobold Archer controlling the creature lets loose several arrows but they bounce on the pavement too far away from Hikaru, he had not expected anyone to rush in so close to the creature for some obvious reasons. The Archer dropped his bow to one hand and pulled on the reigns with the other, causing the Hogbeast's head and consequently tusks to rear to the side and slam into Hikaru's side, flinging him back a couple of metres. The archer knocked an arrow and once again took aim at the burning entity.
Scouur - Elgar
Elgar ran up behind the two Kobolds, One was carrying a crook, which was essentially a long stick with a metal hook on the end which it was using previously to snatch coin purses, The other still had its bow. The two were aiming their weapons at some townsfolk, holding their hands out as if they expected people to just hand over their valuables. "Not so fast!" He swung his sword against the cobble horseways causing it to cast menacing sparks like a flint firestarter. "You're kinda stupid for choosing to try and raid a city filled with adventurers of all sorts." E held his sword with two hands infront of his face with his feet shoulderwidth apart, his prefered stance of fight. "Have at ye."
Elgar ran headlong at the Archer, who in a hurry tried to parry with his bow which almost immediately splintered. The other swung wildly back at Elgar, catching his leg, gritting his teeth Elgar kicked the hook away from himself in a hurry, causing it to catch on the 'clothes' of the now bowless Kobold archer. A brief moment of trying to get his hook unstuck without depantsing his comrade gave Elgar chance to swing down at the crook, splintering the shaft in twey. "Ha, what now my weaponless friends?" The Kobolds decided to respond to his jest by raising their taloned appendages with which they could use natural attack. "oh..."
Elena sighed deeply as she walked down the gangplank. The rip on the Scourer was somewhat dull, even if she had passed the time by reading some books. As she had paid the toll required to board the ship as a passenger, she had the privilege of being one of the first to disembark. It didn't matter too much in the end though, as the people who decided to earn their keep had exited the ship left soon after. The young woman made sure she had everything in order before walking down the pier.
A refreshing sea breeze wafted through the air as Elena walked across the boardwalk. The sensation was calming and reassuring, it reminded her of home. For a brief moment, she had wondered about her family, but the thought slipped as quickly as it came. She was here for a reason, after all. The woman continued down the streets.
As Elena walked, a myriad of merchants had beckoned her closer. The woman did her best to ignore them. After all, she had already used quite a bit of money on the toll for the ship's passage. She considered it wiser to simply save the money for later. Gold in another land was still gold, after all. Still, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. There was much to see as incense, jewelry, trinkets, and baubles lined the stands. The exotic objects had drawn her close.
...Perhaps she could look around for a bit.
The young woman had spent more time window shopping than she had hoped, and not a single item to show for it. It wasn't a total waste of time, as she got acquainted with a few them, and got a better idea of the city. Foreigners such as herself were rare, and quite a few people had turned their heads to peer at the young woman, but whether it was her strange choice of weaponry, or her appearance, she wouldn't be able to tell. Elena took a turn down a side street which took her back near the docks.
From this distance, aside from the hustle and bustle of the city, she could hear what seemed like shouting and breaking things. Elena walked closer until she could see an inn, namely, "The Dish ran away with the Spoon Inn". A quaint little establishment, as the sign hanging from the nearby pole was worn and slightly faded from the moisture. What was most notable, however, were the disgruntled patrons leaving the inn. They were in varying stages of drunkenness, most were lightly buzzed and tipsy from their drinks, while others were close to collapsing on the ground. Elena stepped past these patrons as they hovered around the building. It seemed that they only wanted to stay out of the danger zone.
Elena watched the situation unfold from a nearby window. It seemed that a drunken man had started disturbing the peace. He seemed quite strong, and very much drunk. The young woman spotted a pair of familiar faces facing down against him, namely a wood elf archer, and a foxman. Elena vaguely remembered them being on the Scourer as well, but she had only spared them a few glances. It seemed they've gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. She stood in the doorway for a minute before entering completely, positioning herself against a nearby wall.
The young woman observed the situation in further detail. Any patrons left in the building mostly huddled together in the side, or were simply too drunk to notice the events that were unfolding. Elena spotted one or two people simply standing at guard, but otherwise idly stood by. It seemed that the barbarian was tired, perhaps he had been at this for a while? If so, then the adventurers fighting him have some remarkable tenacity. It was clear that the pair was trying to take him down without causing any serious injuries.
"Hmm..." Elena mumbled to herself.
A wayward projectile, namely a pewter tankard, had interrupted her thoughts. How uncouth. She pivoted her body to the side to avoid the impromptu missile before turning to face the barbarian. It seemed that he had sent some tableware flying when he was thrashing about. For a moment, Elena's hands had darted to the pair of chakrams strapped to her back, but she stopped herself. There was little she could do to use them without seriously hurting the man, which she would like to avoid(even if she wanted to). She let her arms drop to sides, as a crackle of electricity danced between her fingertips.
"This may hurt a little..." Elena whispered to nobody in particular.
In a swift and sudden motion, Elena had outstretched her arm towards the raging barbarian. Her fingers pointed at him, causing a burst of lightning to surge across the room and hit the man square in the chest. Of course, she had not fired the spell at full power, after all, she had no intent to kill or maim the man. She had hoped it would just be enough to take him down. The man howled in pain, the spell only causing his rage to intensify further. He shot Elena an angry glare. No words needed to be exchanged to understand his intent as he took a step towards her.
"Ngh... Should have put more power into that spell..." She said, somewhat nervously. Elena reached for her dagger.
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Pearce returned his athame to its sheath, and his dagger to his right hand, as he began to think over his next attack. Another strike with his dagger would probably be his next attack, he had already cast the only spell he knew. But he would have to be careful, although the spell had weakened the barbarian's attacks a hit from the club would still hurt. He was waiting for the right time to strike, until a bolt of lightning hit the barbarian right in his chest.
Pearce quickly turned to see where the bolt of electricity originated, doubting the possibility that it was a natural event as lightning rarely struck indoors. Standing with her arm outstretched was a woman with long, flowing white hair. Apparently the fight had attracted another participant, one who appeared to be on their side. Naturally the barbarian had turned his attention to her.
However his attention did not remain on the newcomer for long as another arrow had taken flight and embedded itself in the barbarian's arm. Which resulted in the barbarian dropping his club with a loud crash. Had he finally given up? Was the fight over? Maybe, maybe not. Pearce, however, was not going to take any chances. He remained on guard as his ally, the elven archer, asked if the barbarian was finally willing to listen to what they had to say.
Pearce did not let down his guard, an injured enemy was a dangerous enemy after all. There was a chance that the barbarian had finally given up the fight. He was bleeding, singed and had the head of an arrow embedded in his arm. Pearce tentatively took a step closer to the barbarian's tiring, injured form. The barbarian looked towards Pearce, he made a swipe at him with his injured arm. Pearce flinched at this but the arm didn't get anywhere near him. While it appeared that he hadn't quite given up yet, it was clear that he was losing.
"Give up" Pearce said simply.
The barbarian's alcohol addled brain was steadily coming to the realisation that he was losing this fight. But should he decide not to accept defeat, Pearce was prepared to strike again with his dagger. But he preferred that he wouldn't have to. The barbarian looked at each of his three foes, he appeared tired as though the wounds he accumulated, in addition to the alcohol, were finally taking their toll.
Scouur - Elgar
Parrying their furious swipes, Elgar was slowly being pushed back towards an alley which presumably ended in a dead end. Not wanting to be at such a disadvantage, he struck out at one of the Kobolds, allowing the other an attack of opportunity. His sword sliced into the first creature's scaley flesh with some hesitation but was eventually the attack was enough to end the creature. Elgar flung the kobold carcass towards the other, sending it flying backwards and crashing into some crates. Elgar used this brief moment to readjust himself and realised that his left arm was now covered in many razor gashes. While his arm was fairly stable, the leg wound was bleeding and would need some attention soon.
The enraged barbarian took a step towards Elena, but he was stopped when he had realized that he had been shot by the elven archer. The arrow had embedded itself in the middle of his arm. The pain had caused him to drop his club, which made a surprisingly heavy thud on the floor. Elena remained on guard, after all, it still seemed that the barbarian was still thinking about his decision. The young woman watched as the foxman took a step towards the barbarian. His attempts were quickly dissuaded by a sluggish attempt of a swipe. The barbarian was clearly at a disadvantage, yet he wished to persist.
"Do you really still have to think about this?" Elena said in an exasperated tone as she put away her dagger. "There's nothing you can do at this point."
The barbarian ponders this for a moment, then looks to the young woman with rage filled in his eyes.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" he screamed as he took off charging in her direction.
The man chose the most direct path towards Elena, which meant going through several tables. Having gained a second wind, the barbarian knocked aside tables and chairs in his path. He must have knocked over a lantern at some point, because the sound of glass shattering was heard. A small fire had started quickly enough, and it seemed that this did not serve to slow him down at all.
"That's too bad..." Elena said quietly as she went through the practiced motions of spellcasting.
He had closed the distance fairly quickly, but when he was within a few feet of her, the barbarian stopped in his tracks. The man convulsed for a moment before collapsing on the floor. Elena swiftly stepped to the side as to avoid the falling man. The barbarian hit the floor with an unceremonious thud. The young woman did her best to suppress a smug smirk at her handiwork before turning to the growing fire.
"We need to get everyone out of here, unless you all have something that could put out this fire." Elena quickly suggested.
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Scouur - Kobold Riders
Looking across the chaos spread by the massive beast, the seven kobolds intiate their plan, seeing that this is a perfect opportunity of harvesting valuables from the cowering citizens. The seven kobolds had spread out into four groups of two, the kobolds can be separated into two kinds, a ranged type and a melee type each with a weapon to fit their role. Working as a team, the foot unit spread out and prey on the people in the street crowds while one of the kobold station with the hog-like beast monitoring the situation.
Scouur - Etorias Ahmes
While helping out the peoples retreating from the arise chaos, Etorias spot a change of situation from the raiding kobolds. The kobolds now unmounted their beast and spread out into groups among the crowds, harvesting from the peoples. Adapting to the new situation, Etorias quickly dash toward the area where the kobolds start to spread. While moving closer to the area, Etorias spotted that among the cowering peoples, those who possess the will to fight off these raiders already intercept the kobolds from their task. Etorias let out a slight smile knowing that there are others like him within the chaotic situation. His search certainly did not took long at all before he encounter a unit of kobolds among the crowds, the scene of robbery did not conceal them too well it seems.
Etorias let out a sigh knowing that what he's about to do might conflict with the guidance of his deity, however he could not standby and watch the weak suffer in front of him. Without further hesitation, Etorias pulled out his shining sword 'Solaris' allowing a flash of bright light to shines at the moment where the sword was drawn. Etorias then swiftly entering his battle stance preparing the engage the two kobolds in front of him. Reacted to the new enemy, the two kobolds enter their battle formation where the archer took a safe post in the rear and the melee kobold prepare for close combat. The delay before engaging was swift, the archer kobolds quickly nock its first arrow aiming at the golden knight, the arrow was shot in a quick motion but the shot was parried by an immediate response from Etorias. The other kobold however did not waste a moment of hesitation and charge at the golden knight while his archer prepare its next shot.
In an attempt to counter their tactics, Etorias throw his sword directing it at the archer in the rear, out of instinct the melee kobold side step to dodge the attack not knowing that it was directed at the archer behind allowing it pass the through the first guard easily. Clearly seen the incoming attack from the knight, the archer kobold dodge the blade in a similar way as its comrade by side stepping from the attack letting the sword missed its intent target. The kobold let out a laughter knowing that the knight's attack terribly missed, while at the same time within the split second of its laughter unaware of the presence of the knight behind, Etorias swiftly grab his sword in the exact moment of his teleportation and swing it at the side of the archer kobold, the impact sent the kobold flying to the side for about a meter before hitting a concrete wall knocking the archer kobold out cold. Etorias enter his battle stance once again and look directly at the remaining kobold in front of him, observing its next move.
Hiraku finally recovers from the stun the beast to Hiraku. Hiraku was suprised of how far the beast knoked him back he was still dazed from the hit his skin turns to fire and back to skin repeating for a couple of times it was a lethal hit for normal humans so his mold is refusing to stay together.Hiraku's injury soon bursts into flames no flameling has ever survived a fatal hit before only those who know the timing to turn the impact zone to fire but that takes training and years to master (normally flamelings take 5-10 seconds to turn to fire completely Hiraku's gauntlet has a rune that will make it easier to turn into flames it only needs a spark flamelings can spark with a snap litteraly) Hiraku soon start to scream a demonic screech or pheonix screech and fall down unconcious and burst into a great flame
The fire had spread much quicker than Elena had anticipated. People were already leaving the building. A wise choice, but in the end, it only served to block the entrances. The young woman briefly considered exiting through the windows, but decided against it. She did not have the tenacity nor the shamelessness to do so. There was also the issue of the now unconscious barbarian at her feet. Elena sighed deeply as she started dragging him away from the inferno. There was no way she could leave him to die, even if he had seemed to be the cause of it all. As young woman struggled to pull him along, she almost regretted her decision about incapacitating him.
Almost.
Elena did her best to stay low to avoid breathing in too much smoke. The crowded tavern made it difficult to maneuver though, and she had to pull the barbarian past several tables. She aimed to make it to the cellar door where the other patrons were gathering, but halfway through, she had reached her limit. Elena was never a particularly strong woman, and pulling along a heavy load in a burning environment was tough, to say the least. She beckoned to the people crowded around the cellar door, where the elven archer and several others were waiting.
"I would appreciate some help here..." Elena said with ragged breath.
Many of the patrons looked at the unconscious man scornfully. The young woman sighed again. It seemed that the patrons were unwilling to help her with the man. At this rate, he will quite likely become a literal dead weight. Judging on how the cellar door isn't open yet, Elena could only assume that the barkeep was keeping it locked for some reason. How typical.
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It took a second bolt from the sorceress to finally take down the barbarian. Despite the fact it appeared that Pearce and his allies had already won the fight, the barbarian still decided to charge towards their newest ally. An action that ended with the barbarian collapsing. However, despite the fact that the fight had been won there was still danger. Pearce heard the sound of glass shattering, then his keen nose picked up the scent of burning wood.
The tavern was on fire.
It didn't take long for the blaze to grow, fuelled by timber who had absorbed alcohol from a dozen spilled drinks over the years in addition to the more recently spilled alcohol and smashed furniture from the fight. The customers who had stayed behind to watch the fight were now rushing towards the door in a frenzy. Luckily his ally, the archer, had the idea of finding a different way out and had asked the bartender about it. Except instead of opening the door, the bartender locked it and demanded that they pay for the damages.
"That money will be useless if we all burn" Pearce said, a noticeable hint of anger in his voice.
The ceiling creaked and heaved, further increasing the panic of the patrons. Those lucky enough to have already escaped the burning building were shouting and warning others of the blaze. Pearce knew that he had to get out of here soon, and that everyone else needed to get out quickly too. The barbarian would have to escape the building too, even if he had to be dragged outside.
Pearce had to think quickly, there had to be another way out. A window? Maybe as a last resort. The chimney? That would be too difficult to climb to be a viable method of escape. The front door? It was still clogged with patrons and waiting for it to clear would be a bad idea. It was then that Pearce noticed the lightning-wielding sorceress had dragged the barbarian halfway to the cellar door where, Pearce hoped, they would escape. However she mentioned that she would appreciate help in dragging the unconscious man. Pearce moved quickly to the woman's side, trying to avoid breathing in the smoke, and took hold of the barbarian's arm. He tried to help drag the man, who previously was their enemy, to safety. He knew he couldn't have saved the man on his own, so he was glad that he didn't have to do it alone. The unconscious man groaned, but did not wake.
"Open the door" Pearce said to the bartender, "Before it is too late."
Scouur - Elgar
Limping out of the alleyway and back to where the Hogbeast and archer were, Elgar spotted some sort of creature burning up on the ground ahead. He had managed to finish off the second alley kobold with a brief visit of his sword to the being's sternum. He tore off his breeches below the knee and had bandaged his leg to the best degree he could amidst a fightful interruption such as these kobolds presented. Hobbling over to the flaming creature lying on the ground, E inspected though he could hardly keep both eyes open as those kobolds had put up a fair fight. "I can still sense a faint residule aura emanating from this bright creature, it will live another day if I can stop that thing from doing any more damage."
The Hogbeast snorted and taunted with one of its hooves, as if to charge. Elgar stood his ground and while clutching his side with one arm, raised his sword with the other. Elgar side stepped and the beast turned with him, he did this once more so he was sure the beast would not charge his collapsed friend. "Come and get me!!" Elgar ran at the beast as it charged him, the beast was quick, but Elgar too possessed some unhumanly dexterity. At the last moment, he was able to push off the ground with his good leg and clamber onto the creatures face. The Archer atop was not expecting this and hurriedly swapped his two-handed crossbolt for a shortsword laying at his feet, so that he would not have to release the reigns.
Elgar swiped at the kobolds feet as he hauled himself up onto the platform. The kobold nimbly dodged the attack but was unable to stop Elgar from climbing aboard.
As Pearce struggled to drag the heavy, unconscious brute away from the flames, he could hear the continued protests of the barkeeper who was now throughly convinced that Pearce, the elven woman, the sorceress and the barbarian had been working together in some kind of conspiracy against his bar. What, exactly, would wrecking a bar achieve eluded Pearce, who was really more concerned with not burning to death and the paranoia of the bartender.
"That is completely false" Pearce said in a forced calm voice that failed to hide a hint of his impatience, he coughed once before continuing, "We simply do not wish for this man to be burnt alive. Whether or not he was our enemy a few moments ago is irrelevant, we cannot sentence him to death."
The smoke was becoming thicker, it burnt Pearce's throat and lungs when he breathed. This resulted in more coughing. They had to get out before the tavern became an inescapable inferno. And clearly he was not the only one who thought this. Many other still-trapped patrons, who were not trying their luck with exiting through the front door, voiced their protests. Or, rather, shouted them. Still the bartender refused to open the door.
Or he did until the elven archer decided to use her bow as a persuasion tool. Now with a arrow pointed at him, the bartender appeared more co-operative. Unlocking the cellar door with an audible click. The now unlocked door gave Pearce hope. He watched the door intensely, as if just staring at it was enough to make it swing open. But, as he awaited the inevitable rush for the second door, Pearce saw a glint of fire reflected in glass...
Pearce connected the pitcher that the bartender held in his hand and the elven archer with an arrow pointed at the man. He was going to attempt to hit her with the pitcher, wasn't he? Pearce had to work quickly, while he had his doubts that he could get there fast enough to do anything he might be able to warn his ally before she was struck.
"Watch out archer!" he called to the elven woman with the bow.
Pearce hoped that his warning was shouted in time for the elf to react. He did not want her to be injured in a burning building, especially after she had been so helpful in the brawl with the barbarian. That was why he shouted a warning, without knowing for certain what the pitcher would be used for.
Scouur - Etorias Ahmes
a brief pause of stillness freeze the battle for a moment, the crook kobold seems to be in shock of a sudden fall of his ally while the young still try to observe his opponent before engaging. The kobold took the initiative and charge at the knight at full speed, with a prepared defense stance the knight parry the incoming attack immediately knocking the crook up high, instinctively the kobold swiftly kick the knight on his torso protection leading him a couple of step backward. Etorias once again charge his light into his blade, readying to throw it once more. Without any delay the blade was launch straight at the kobold, however the kobold would not fall for the same trick once more, prepare to parry the incoming sword. In the split moment before the sword enters the parrying range, Etorias teleport to sword grab its by its hilt adding extra strength to change its direction, Etorias duck the swing by the kobold and slash his blade across the lizard abdomen, sending it down unmoved on the ground.
Sheathing his sword, Etorias quickly passed through the thick crowd trying to locate the other remaining groups of kobold out there. Without much trouble the young knight manage to find the rampaging hog beast in the crowd. Analyzing the current situation, Etorias spot a young man atop the beast battling the kobold that seems to be controlling the monster's rampage. "Are you alright up there?!!!" Etorias shout to the young man asking if he would need some assistant against the kobold atop the beast. Sensing that troubles are happening to its commander, the two remaining kobolds quickly rush back to the hog beast joining the fray between the two adventurer and the kobolds. Etorias draw his sword once letting out a bright shines when drawn, Etorias enter his defensive stance trying to fend off the other two kobolds from joining with its commander.
Scouur - Elgar
"Are you alright up there?!!!"
Elgar was preoccupied and unable to respond, the Kobold immediately began swinging his shortsword with mild inacuracy, his arms more used to archery and not being right up in the fray. Elgar slashed back, causing the the kobold to drop the reigns, in turn making the hogbeast buck and sway. Dropping to his knees Elgar clutched to the creature's fur for his life, he then began hacking at the creature's tough, leathery hide causing it to react even more violently.
All Pearce could do was watch as the pitcher took flight, with the warning possibly encouraging the barman to do so. But fortunately for the elf, who was the barman's target, the pitcher missed. Instead it smashed on the floor. Pearce was glad of this, but not of the barman's decision to attack someone while his business was burning to the ground with people still inside. His ally was fine, despite a little alcohol spilt on her.
Now that the barman had finally given up on preventing people from exiting his burning establishment, Pearce could get back to helping to drag the unconscious barbarian out of the blaze. But before he returned the to task, he saw his ally return her arrow to her quiver without shooting the barman. With the door now open and unlocked, more people attempted to leave the tavern. It was a good thing too, as Pearce had begun to question the structural integrity of the place.
It took some time, but the barbarian had made it to the door that was open and waiting for them to pass. But this was not without effort, the man was heavy and had to be dragged across the floor, making sure to avoid the broken glass. This was not without help either, as a couple of remaining customers had started helping too, possibly feeling a little guilty about ignoring the man earlier. Most of the remaining patrons now had left, through either door. The ceiling had begun to collapse as the brute was finally moved to safety.
There was a loud crash, Pearce turned to see the ceiling, or what remained of it, lying in a burning, ashen heap on the floor. He was relieved that it had held out as long as it did, otherwise he and many other people would be buried under burning rubble. Soon afterwards Pearce finally made it outside into the fresh air.
Shortly after Pearce was outside, a couple of nearby guards took the barbarian from him and moved him away from the burning building. Pearce moved a few more steps, now feeling the pain and exhaustion from the day. He took deep breaths of the significantly less smoke-filled air outside. Now he saw the crowd who had gathered, a few of whom were carrying buckets of water in an attempt at stopping the blaze from spreading.
Pearce was exhausted, he leaned against a nearby, not burning building as people rushed to and fro. The barbarian was being seen to by a cleric while the patrons who helped were speaking to a pair of nearby guards. Pearce only hoped that everyone had made it outside in time.
Silver hovered on a mast pole, standing in the shadows created by the heavy post of wood. From up here he could see everyone on deck below, but even if they looked up, he know he wouldn't be spotted.
A while ago, he had boarded the ship, unseen by anyone, and remained that way throughout. For a brief moment, he had considered not paying; after all, the idea was that he wouldn't even be noticed, so there would be no reason to even consider him. But he decided against being a stowaway. After all, he would need food and water eventually. So he ended up leaving a small pile of coins in the captains quarters.
The long trip over was a bit monotonous, but it was easily filled with people-watching. This roost, high above the deck, had been his main resting place, and he could hardly believe all the variety among the beings on the ship. Elves, dwarves, even some sort of bipedal fox. And the relations between them all were even more fascinating.
So Silver watched. That was the reason he was journeying, anyway. He wanted to see the world, experience everything. Preferably without any of it experiencing him.
As the boat docked, he crouched on the mast bar, waiting for the perfect moment. In his hands he held his staff, its moderate weight reassuring.
Right as the boat slid into place, he ran down the pole, away from the deck and over the water, using the staff for balance. When he reached the end, he launched himself off, toward the shore, soaring over the street below. He landed on a sign, depicting a decapitated fish, that was mounted to a wall. It creaked under his weight, but he was only on it for a second before sliding onto the roof.
Now, safe above the rest, and only visible for a few moments to anyone looking up, he started to explore this seaside town. Even just turning down the first street was a new experience, opening to a bustling market.
And so he watched.
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Several hours later, he finally wandered away, his satchel filled with a bit more food that he had swapped with some coins. He'd have to be careful of his funds, or he'd run out soon, but he'd decided to get himself one of the more fancy looking breads. Saving it for later, he wrapped it carefully and stuffed it with the rest of the food, and wandered through the roofs of the town. A number of them were quite steep, but he navigated them efficiently, with only one slip, landing from a longer distance.
He nearly fell right off a roof though, when he smelled smoke. Peering out over the town, he spotted the source, a rather large column of it wafting upward from somewhere to his right. Curious, he decided to find out what it was.
Reaching the nearby buildings, he slowed down, and peered into the street.
It was chaos. The street was bustling with people, officials, citizens. The burning spot looked like it used to be a tavern or inn. And there were a few people laying prone on the cobblestone, as well. Maybe there had been some sort of a bar fight, or a magical mess up. There was certainly enough alcohol in those places for a single spark to set the place ablaze.
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Elena watched as the foxman went over to her side to help drag the man along. "At least some people were willing to help", she thought to herself. As the pair dragged the man along, it seemed that the argument between the elven archer and the barkeep had begun to reach a head. The elf threatened the stubborn man with her bow and arrow, which caused the man to do as asked. He moved to unlock the door.
In the corner of her eye, Elena could spot the publican reaching for something, but before she could say anything, the foxman had already warned the elf. She deftly dodged out of the way of a glass pitcher, but the liquid within had spilled, causing the alcohol to stain the woman's clothes. Luckily for Elena, none of it had landed on her, if it had, she would have been much more cross with the barkeep. Patrons rushed out of the open door, and some moved to help the unconscious barbarian out of the building.
By the time she had exited, the ceiling in the other side of the building had creaked and gave way. Soon enough, the whole building would collapse. Elena breathed a sigh of relief when she had been outside. People rushed to and fro across the streets, desperately trying to put out the fire. A man and several guards had moved to take care the the unconscious barbarian. Elena moved away from the crowds and took a seat on a nearby bench away from the burning tavern. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a comb and began combing her hair. The smoke had done little to keep it tidy, after all.
"Such a pain..." Elena said to herself quietly.
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The blaze seemed to continue to attract more people as the flame reached higher and higher into the sky. Pearce watched on, glad that everyone appeared to have gotten out of the tavern without being horribly burnt. Even the barbarian was alright, but was being tended to be the clerics. By now the hex that Pearce had used to reduce the barbarian's strength would have worn off, he didn't need it to last any longer than the duration of the fight.
That fight was tough, and it would have been much more difficult had the elf and the sorceress not intervened. Pearce looked around for his allies, he could see the sorceress sitting on a nearby bench and was apparently fixing her hair. It took a moment until he spotted the elf in the bustling crowd, she was walking towards both Pearce and the sorceress. Once she was close enough, she spoke. She said she felt honoured for their help.
"And I must thank you" Pearce said, "Your help was vital in the fight" He then turned to the sorceress, "And I thank you too for your help, it was your spell that finally defeated our foe."
Pearce watched the scene around the tavern for a few moments, thinking over the events of the day. He realised that his two allies, the sorceress and elf, were actually complete strangers. They were vital in the fight with the barbarian, and yet he didn't know either of them. He should at least get to know their names.
"Allow me to introduce myself" Pearce said, "My name is Pearce Allan."
Pearce was feeling tired after the fight and helping to drag the barbarian from the burning building, but was slowly recovering. After a rest he would be feeling better. He wondered how his allies were feeling, were they injured after escaping the tavern? He hoped that they were alright.