• Make sure to read the forum rules before creating a new thread or commenting on someone else's thread. The forum rules can be read on this page.

VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Aye, sure you can hear ma story... margoz... If I got that right?" he asks with a bit questioning voice. "Anyways..." he continues without waiting for the answer "When I came here it was raining like hell, so I went into the tavern to get myself something to drink and eat, than the bandits came in and... well, you know the rest of the story allready" he says with a rather dissapointed look at the wall next to the door. "Not as dramatic as you expected I guess, but that's the short form and I'm not really in the mood for the long one ma friend" he says while leaning his back against the wall again.
 
"Yes, Margoz is correct, big shot. My apologies, Rhunic language is hard to pronounce. Tell me, who is that hobbit anyways? He stared at me for a minute. Is he a friend of yours?"
 
"You mean the hobbit from the tavern? Daugo?" Thoruk asks. "Aye, I know him, we met a few minutes before we went into the Pony, we had a bit of conversation and I must say he's a nice guy, so jea, you could say he's a friend of mine but I don't know that much bout him. And what bout you?" he asks Margoz while looking towards his direction "how did you get involved into all of this?" he asks with a bit of interest coming through in his voice.
 
"Deslan, lockpick please." Dimitri says in Forochelrim. Deslan produces on his from leg, and hands it to Dimitri who, in turn, asks who the best lockpick here was in a quiet voice. He was fairly certain that he could just break the lock with his steel fist, but being quiet had its benefits.
 
"I was... annoyed when a porkchop came flying into my face while I was drinking a barliman's best. I was trying to mind my own business, but they were annoying. So I figured it would be best to take the bandits down," Margoz said as he stretched his back.
 
Iver listened to the easterling confirming his accusation and latee the other daliash guy, the other dwarf and the easterling from earlier insulting each other, he didn't give a shit. He then herd the creepy guy with the metal arm whispered about picking the lock. "Go ahead, pick it. I bet no one will notice a giant man with a steel arm walking in the guard station"
 
Bob's jaw rocked upwards with the force of Daugo's fist jammed beneath it. His face was a mixture of shock, horror, and embarrassment as he was taken by surprise. Bob's body flopped backward onto the bed and landed with a thud, he groaned getting back up slowly, attempting to raise his fists whilst Pomona shouted at her husband, "DAUGO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOME!" Emphasizing the fact that Daugo had come to live with her in Bree; the fact that he was an outsider; the fact that she was better than him, of more wealth than him; the fact that he could not compare to Bob Newleaf; the fact he wasn't good enough for her; the fact-everything surged within Daugo and his thoughts, logic and common sense left him, replaced by madness. Madness and stupidity. Bob rose again, now his fists coming to the ready for a fight. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] ((<3))

---------------

As Grimnir rounded the hallway he reached the Captain's Quarters and the oaken door, again. Except for this time he could hear someone else inside. Voices were speaking, he couldn't make out what they were saying unless he went in and disturbed them. Would Grimnir knock or attempt to use the doorknob and enter without invitation? [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

-------------

Dimitri saw that the first lock was quite simple and easy to get through, the second, however, was newer in design and unusual in appearance to him yet still it appeared to be a piece of cake, just a few minutes of lock picking each would result in their freedom. That is if Dimitri could pick both locks successfully...

(([user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] + Gunda and Cluckz: The time these events take place at is varied. Daugo's fight is occurring the night of the barfight before dawn. Grimnir and the prison cell events are occurring at approximately the same time during the day after the bar fight. It still isn't the afternoon yet. Once the Daugo event is completed you will see how it catches up to the Bree Barracks' events. Note: I am really enjoying this. All of you are doing fantastic and the RP is damn comedic. Great character RP and comedy guys.))
 
Grimnir, as stubborn as a Dwarf, as arrogant as an Elf, wielding an impenetrable will, and crimson thoughts of his own legend. He makes forth to the door, knocks once before entering. This after all was an oath he took before Durin himself, King of Stars gave it to him from the very heavens themselves. He looks at the two talking and halt as they look at the mythical Dwarf. What did he came to do there, they probably wondered. But he notions the captain that something is wrong would he take the hint, however. He goes back to the hall, waiting for the captain.
 
The captain let Grimnir wait. A few moments of talking from inside his quarters and he left the room to meet the dwarf outside. Following him was one of his deputies who solemnly stared at the dwarf's face, his eyes narrowing before retreating back and he left the captain alone with the dwarf.

"Firstly, who are you? Secondly, you can't just come in here. Who allowed you in? Thirdly, what do you want? Answer it in that order, precisely or I shove your ass out onto the street, pal." The Captain clearly wasn't entertained by Grimnir's mystical looks or threatened by his oh so large ax. The man was tall, like Dimitri the Rogue, but without a metal arm and bearing a sheathed rapier of sorts in an elegant scabbard. He, unlike most of the Greenway Guard, appeared to be some sort of nobility. "So, get on with it." He urged obviously wanting to do something better than address some fancy-looking dwarf. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]
 
The Dwarf looks at the Captain for a few seconds with his most Iconic sarcastically looking stare, before replying; "I was the Dwarf you adressed yesterday at the Brawl in the Prancing Pony. And do not mistake me for an enemy, for we all share a common one these days. I am Grimnir, and I came back for the Dwarf you captured, Thoruk. I Will not see a Dwarf entering the Greenway prisons with the other unworthy mongrels in there. As my kin, Durin, is witness."
He looks towards the halls where the prisoners reside and then back at the Captain,

"I will punish the Dwarf by the Laws of Durin, and the others you can keep in there. But I will make sure they Will get punished aswell, back in Belegost. They after all are known criminals in the Dwarven Kingdoms, and we shall gladly pay a good amount to have them from you."
 
The man's face was blank throughout Grimnir's statement. "One, I never spoke to you yesterday. You must have mistaken me for one of my constables. Two, this occurred on Bree-land and will be dealt with within Bree-land. Three, what is a Durin? Four, I'm fairly certain you're making up most of this considering these fairytale dwarf lands, 'Belegost', which I for one have never heard of. Five, again, you're dwarf laws don't give you the authorization to dictate what I can and cannot do. You have no jurisdiction here, Mr. Grimnir. And six, I don't need your coin. By the end of this day, we'll have all the coin we need for that batch in there. Now, leave these premises before I arrest you for loitering and travesty." The Captain straightened up and waited for the dwarf to leave his sight. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

------------------------

Dimitri wiggled the pick and the lock came open in a couple of seconds with a 'click'. The pick could be returned and re-used for the second lock. But before he could do anything he heard movement down the corridor to the left of their cell. A lot of movement. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user]
 
"And now, our Watch may end." Dimitri hisses. He tosses the lockpick to Deslan, who hides it in his leg again, and then prepare to get the shortsword blade out in case it is needed.
 
((What are the chances of me killing this guy without anyone finding out in the meantime since he was left alone. While I get the keys and open their cages and we all run?))

Grimnir looks at the guard while grabbing his axe without the captain seeing it, shall the axe of Grimnir taste Crimson today? It all depends on what that sound was that came from the halls, it was like movement between guards, Grimnir waits what happens next, before making a decision.
 
The axe of Grimnir would probably taste blood. Grimnir could hear the sound, to his dwarven ears it sounded like men marching away from him and towards the prison cells.
"Fine then. I didn't want to have to deal with petty shit like this but you forced my hand, shorty. Remove all weapons and arms then place them on the floor before me, do it, slowly." He warned, unsheathing his rapier. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

------------------

The noises neared and Dimitri saw two squadrons of Greenway Guards rounding the corners, no constables, just the guards with their weapons drawn. At the head was the guard they saw before, the one who spat on both Margoz and Thoruk. He motioned at them with an armored fist, "Get up. Wake those two before we permanently put them to sleep." He indicated the sleeping members of their party. The man pulled out a chain of keys and began ordering the guards about. Three took up positions to the right of the prison cells, spears at the ready, four at the left with pikes standing. Three others stood with him bearing simple swords and wooden shields. He fumbled with the keys and began unlocking the first set...

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] ((Up and at 'em, boys. ;) ))
 
Barely holding up tears of rage, stinking of blood and piss and vomit, Daugo lunges towards Bob, attempting to smash him into the floor by the midriff.
((<3 I'm not tryinna be rational here))
 
"Shit." I would murmur raising my fists slightly, I wouldn't be taken out with some resistance, nor would Dimitri and Desland I bet. Then an idea struck, as the guard fumbled with the Keyes Elodrin decided to take a possible risk. "Sirs wait, my name is Officer Elodrin Evrithion of Gondor, perhaps you may of heard of me?" Elodrin would hope that either saying where he was from would make the men wary, or if their was the chance one of them knew who he was and warned the others.
 
Grimnir hears the man say "shorty" and never had he ever been more bloodthirsty, he takes grabs his axe, and in the blink of a milisecond he swings his glorious axe with an arch down at the man's shoulder, attempting to cleave him all the way down to his guts, partially ripping him in half.
 
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The leader said unlocking the first set of locks, then moving to the next to see it already unlocked, he realized they had attempted to escape and just shrugged. They'd be getting their due soon enough. One of the guards, however, did speak up, "Sarg, I think I've heard of this one. Rumor has he had a farm outside of Bree and was a regular commuter. I think." The leader looked at him with a single gaze, "Shut up. Doesn't matter. The deal was made last night and we ain't backing out. We promised them seven, no less. We ain't letting one go." Then turned back to open the cell door as the three guards next to him moved in and forced the group back, stepping over the sleeping members and kicking them awake.

-------------------------

The swing took the Captain off guard. He attempted to block it with his rapier, realizing it would fail absurdly, then tried to dodge it just as the axe cut through his neck, embedding itself halfway through his chest, vertically. The body fell, albeit slowly, the man staring up shocked at Grimnir as he sunk to the ground, his blood pooling in the hallway and his face contorting. Before Grimnir could even remove the axe from the body the Captain gave off his last words, a scream, an unintelligible guttural scream that echoed down the hallway alerting all the guards, constables and prisoners. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

-----------------------

The scream reached the ears of all in the Barracks leading the alarm to be pulled. Bells rang throughout and a dozen constables rushed out of their sleeping quarters, putting on their clothes and donning some few blades before rushing in the direction of the scream. The Captain's Quarters.

[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][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]((Your characters have all be activated. Each and every one of you will be expected to respond before I make a reply. Remember, you are outgunned, outmanned and outmaneuvered. Good luck.))

----------

Bob flopped like a fish and smacked his head on the bed rest as Daugo tackled him, his unmentionables flying into Daugo's face and hitting the hobbits cheeks. Bob didn't move afterward and Pomona screamed when she saw the pool of blood gathering under his head. The section of the bed rest he hit was thick and hardened wood which left a dent in the back of his forehead. His nude body lay still beneath Daugo. Pomona, draped in the blanket fell to Bob's corpse's side, crying and holding his arm. Daugo had won. But, at what cost?

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top