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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri leaves the man after picking up the cleaver. He levels his steel fist at the closest hostile and says, "You stand accused." Soon after a click, a small crossbow bolt fires from the palm of his hand at the hostile, hopefully hitting a point that would disable but not kill him.
 
The bartender's body slumped in a rickety chair behind the bar counter. Iver found some half-drunk stale water in a mug beneath the countertop. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]

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Thoruk's axe came crashing down on the leader's thigh, causing him to cry out in pain and fall back clutching his leg in agony. The others saw Thoruk and one bolted, running out the door past Elodrith in a quick dash, while the other looter pulled out a large iron mallet and swung it in offense at Thoruk.

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] ((Try not to make the move and take the result e.g "Thoruk cutted a deep wound with his rusty axe into the man's leg" that's power-gaming. Next time try 'Thoruk swung his axe towards the man's leg" which is the appropriate response. Then let the DM make a post on the result, alright.))

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"ARLAN, WATCH OUT!" Exclaimed the bandit facing Thoruk who saw Sigeric's assault coming. The response was barely in time for a reaction.

Sigeric's halberd hit the end of the bastard sword as the bandit, Arlan, parried it off with the hilt of his blade. He now focused his attention on Sigeric and directed a fast strike towards the man, aiming his blade for the Dalishman's stomach. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]

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ZIPPP. The bolt struck the bandit in his throat. Not even a scream. Just guttural gushing as blood splattered out of the wound and the man fell to the ground, his hands clashing at the bolt and pulling it out of his neck. Dimitri's aim was, unfortunately, quite deadly. He could now see that the remaining bandits were all occupied. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]

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The bar brawl had now spilled blood. Of the six bandit crew: the leader lay in a pool of his own blood and piss with Thoruk's axe lodged in his thigh; one of the two looters had fled the Prancing Pony; the other looter had taken up a mallet and was facing off against Thoruk; Arlan the swordsmen was fighting off Sigeric and his compatriot was engaged in combat with Elodrith; the sixth bandit was dead, a crossbow bolt from Dimitri's arm-weaponry putting him down.

Daugo would witness the bloodshed occurring in his own town, his newly acquainted friend Thoruk had just drawn blood and a rogue assassin of sorts shot a man in the jugular. Bodies of unconscious bystanders lay strewn about whether knocked out or drunk and some Dalishman was stealing water from the counter whilst the bartender sat drooling on a chair and some dwarf was sitting down and drinking ale as the fight raged on. What in Hell was going on? Would anyone stop this violence? Or was it too far gone?

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"Damn, what a shame." Dimitri said. He gets out his titanic warhammer, Fatebreake, and advances on Arlan. With a grunt, he tries to make Arlan's head a pile of mush with an overhead swing.
 
With the threat of two men gone by the interference of the mercanary Elodrin would advance upon the man with the short sword, Olly was his name he recalled by the man known as Arlan. Addressing the man with the metal arm, mercanary, and the dwarf. "How about we finish this friends?" Without waiting for an answer he would rush at the man with a battle cry bringing the Longsword down at a vertical line,hoping to slash the man across the chest.
 
Thoruk grabbes hix ax with both hands and looks towards the bandit approaching him with a large iron mallet. Thoruk dodges a few swings as he steps backwards while waiting for the perfect time to take a deadly strike. "Now his defense is down" Thoruk says to himself while he swings his ax and tries to land a deadly hit towards the bandits chest.

((more like that Cap? ))
 
Sigeric jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge the bandit's thrust. He was reasonably confident in his armour's ability to absorb the blow, though he would rather not risk it. He would then retreat several steps backwards to where he would have the advantage of reach, stabbing with the halberd in attempt to put pressure on Arlan.
 
Grimnir watched the brawl, and sees the bodies falling down, nothing to do anymore, neither did he care, really. He takes a quick walk around the bar, looking at the drinks on the shelf, and pours himself some Martinis. Hmm, Martinis. He looks at the others, and the scared hobbit whom clearly wet himself. "Drink? Anyone wanting a drink? No? More for me." His momentum hilariously disturbing the grim silence after the brawl.
 
" This culture is so sad... yet so disappointing. I shall take my leave," Margoz said as he leaves the empty bottles at the counter and helds out of the tavern, with an attempt to cut down anyone, if they shall stand in his way.
 
Iver tried to spill the water on the bartender's head and then grabbed the "pain point" the point where the back of the neck connect to the back and is used to wake up drunk people.
"Are you ok sir?" he asked him with a loud voice.
 
Paler than the Moon, Daugo absentmindedly gets up shakily and wobbles away, crashing into the bar with shallow breaths and a jet of vomit.
 
The Dwarf, seeing Daugo's mind shattered, offers him a drink as he sits at the Bartender's place. "Take this." He hands him a Martini. "That's Dwarven culture, right there." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
The blow from Arlan didn't even dent Sigeric's armor and the bandit barely managed to fend off the strike from the Halberd. Before the bandit could retaliate Sigeric witnessed a gargantuan warhammer come crashing down upon Arlan's head, the bandit's skull fracturing into mush within a couple of seconds and a large indent on his cranium made the man unrecognizable beyond belief. Arlan's corpse crumpled to the floor, spasming slowly before coming to a halt. Before Sigeric stood the rogue, Dimitri wielding the warhammer. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]

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Elodrin's sword slashed the chest of the bandit, Olly. Blood seeped through the wound as the man fell back dying, whispering some words that could only be prayers. He curled up into a ball in the fetal position and after a minute his breath stopped and his words no longer came. Olly was dead. Elodrin could see that his apparent allies had also slain their foe, rather gruesomely. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]

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The last bandit fell with the strike from Thoruk. He didn't even managed to defend himself, rather shocked by the loss of his companions, and seemed to almost want to die. Nonetheless, the assault led to him screaming and crying with Thoruk's axe wedged in his chest before he too joined his bandit-friends. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] ((Yes.))

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Margoz found himself back outside in the muddy streets. The rain had stopped and the streets were still full of life, yet much less dense than previously before. Before he could do anything he saw a quick flash of silver and was knocked out. Before his body sunk to the muddy earth he was grasped and handled along by a group of armed men.

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user] ((Your character is inactive at this point and cannot be RPed as he is unconscious, however, you can have a few dreams if you'd like. He will be activated within 24 hours or less. Keep reading the following posts as they will give you a hint of what has become of him.))

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The bartender awoke with a startle, his arms flailing about momentarily, slapping Iver's cheeks rather ludicrously.
"Wa-what happened?" He exclaimed before looking about at what had become of the Prancing Pony, exclaiming, "Oh Pipeweed," and falling unconscious once more. The man collapsed into Iver's arms, his body limp. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]

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As the battle climaxed and the heroes lay victorious over the bandits the doors to the Prancing Pony busted open with a sounded horn and a proclamation,
"SURRENDER UP YOUR ARMS AND CEASE YOUR SCRIMMAGE!!!"

Twenty of Bree's "finest" Greenway Guards and Constabulary men entered the bar in a flurry of weapons, surrounding Dimitri, Thoruk, Elodrin and Sigeric with an array of swords, shields, spears, pikes and crossbows. Some started to inspect the bodies and others approached Grimnir, Daugo, and Iver, their swords unsheathed.

"DROP YOUR ARMS TO THE FLOOR!" The same voice shouted at Dimitri, Thoruk, Elodrin and Sigeric while the dozen men that engulfed them pressed in, leading the four to press their backs against one another.

"Please come with us," Another voice said to Grimnir and Daugo addressing them in a friendly manner and showing them the way towards the door. It appeared the guards did not suspect them to be in cohort with these violent savages that massacred so many men in the bar.

"Unhand yourself of Barliman Butterbur, brigand!" Yelled another man who approached Iver with a blade. Behind him were another two men bringing chains. It seemed that Iver, by manhandling the bartender, was mistaken as a part of those in the fight.

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"woahhaha!" he screamed and dropped the bartender on the floor in surprise, he didnt notice those guys. "I was just trying to help ma drunk pal here and now he is on the dirty floor thanks to you guys" he said with a blaming tune as he looked around those guards and for once since the day begun was happy to not bring his weapons or pick up anything that could turn out to be a weapon.
 
Sigeric's day was going just marvelously. First the ranger he was sent to meet with had neglected to show up, and now he was under arrest for defending himself against common thieves. He saw the folly in resisting arrest, and gently placed the halberd on the floor. Surely he could talk his way out of this? "Be at ease, men of Bree." He said with an inflection suggesting authority. "I am an outrider knight of his majesty Bain I of Dale, here on official business. I merely fought to defend your citizens from those bandit scum on the floor". Sigeric slowly reached into a pocket for an official document proving that he was on a royal errand. Surely his professionally crafted armor would prove that he was no common thug?
 
"The hell are these guys and what do the' want from us now? Oh wait... they look like the town guards" Thoruks says to himself while looking around a bit confused "Hm... there's no way out, gotta explain, maybe those buggers aren't that stuppid" he thinks before laying his axe down.
"Aye, fellows!I'm Thoruk, son of Thrak and I don't want to harm anybody" he says with a calm voice. "Just look at the corpses around here, there are a lot of bandits on the ground." he says, but while standing in the blood of all those innocent people who had lost their lifes thanks to the bandits, he realises that the guards won't believe him. "Just look at this guy over there!" he says with a bit of worry in his voice. He tries to point at the guy that he had slayen a few seconds ago. With "his chest got a hit from my axe, look at the other bodies, no one else has such a weird wound" he tries to explain himself. "Just ask the hobbit at the bar, his name is Daugo and..." he hesitates while he realises that the guards didn't consider Daugo and the other dwarf to be murderers.
 
Grimnir looks at the Guards telling him and Daugo to come along in a friendly manner, "Ah yes, very well." He says sarcastically, walking with them towards the door he tries to not get blood on his just cleaned armour. As he makes his way with the Guards, he mutters the Hobbit to follow him. "Come, lest you wish to hang for murder." he says to Daugo.
 
As Margoz gets unconscious, he heard a voice. A young, female voice. He gets up and sees himself lying on the floor. He turns around and sees the Prancing Pony, along with a young lady that he could not grasp. Yet again, he reaches his hand towards the bar, not knowing it was already behind him. It's all gone. How foolish is he? He could never escape the bar. It will always be following him, setting his own forest on fire wherever he goes. He's lost in it, with no stars to use as guides...
 
Daugo nods and follows Grimnir silently, his eyes damp and his body aching. However, he stops by one of the Constabularies, saying: "they r-really aren't b-brigands. At least... At least most of them. They were t-trying to defend themselves from the real bandits." He looks at the floor, and adds, his voice barely a whisper "got a lil' carried away though..."
 
"Shaddap!" The guard said and smacked his hilt into Iver's face, knocking him unconscious. The guard then picked up Iver and carried him towards the exit. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] ((Character inactive. Dreams are allowed. Your character will be activated shortly.))

The guards listened to Sigeric, some even swayed slightly by his composure, civility, and outfit. Yet as he began to pull his letter out of his pocket, Thoruk spoke over him and occupied the attention of the guards. Just as the letter came out the captain of the Greenway Guard emerged from the ranks of his men and pummeled an armored fist into Sigeric's temple, landing him on the ground, unconscious, before demanding, "SEIZE THEM! THIS DWARF HAS ADMITTED TO MURDERING THE MEN OF OUR BELOVED PRANCING PONY!" Thoruk was poked by a spear and before being grasped by three men and forced towards the exit. Sigeric's body was pulled along as well, his letter falling loosely onto the ground from his fingertips and being crushed in the stampede of guards and constables. Dimitri and Elodrin were pushed along, being prodded with spears and pikes and hurried by the threat of crossbows and blades. If they attempted to stop they would, too, be knocked unconscious. On the way to the exit Thoruk noticed the bandit looter who had escaped speaking to one of the constables and pointing towards them, he appeared to be convincing him that they had started the ruckus and caused the killings, which was to an extent true. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] ((Character inactive.)) [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]


Grimnir was shown out of the Prancing Pony by the guards and led out onto the streets where more constables could be seen, moving about, loitering and talking with locals and travelers alike. The constable that directed him turned to him and said, "Thank you for your compliance. We will see that these brigands be treated like the filth they are. Could you please give us your take on what occurred and we'll let you be on your way, good sir." [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]


Daugo's comment took the Bree constable off guard. "Daugo Burgins? Is that you? How drunk are you? Does Pomona know that you're involved with this lot?" He said before giving a reply, "What nonsense are you sprouting? I mean, I've seen you around the block and with old Newleaf but I didn't know you were this crazy. We have viable knowledge from multiple eyewitnesses that these devils we're participating in a slaughter, molested the local innkeepers, stole valuables, murdered various folk including Olly, little Milly's uncle among other monstrous crimes. "How can they not be brigands?" The constable seemed both disappointed and angered by Daugo's statement, though, doubt seemed to infiltrate his mind. Nonetheless, the facts were all to clear to him considering that when they showed up they walked in on a dwarf and three men slaughtering some hopeless locals. The man was pulled away from Daugo, being called off by the captain of the guard who escorted another unconscious body out of the Prancing Pony. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
As Thoruk sees the bandit talking to one of the constables, he turns around for a bit and tries to hear what they say. "Ah damn, I should really get some informations" he thinks. "What if the bandits wanted it to end like that and they are friends with the town guard?" he asks himself "Just to many questions for a dwarf like me, I have to go on now with the others, otherwhise they will poke me again or even knock me out like the other guys" he mumbles.
 
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