Daugo saw them laying in their beds. So tiny, harmless and innocent as they slept under the cotton blankets that Daugo and Pomona had bought from that southern trader a year ago. It seemed like yesterday. But then, every day felt like that for Daugo. Since his childhood, since the tragedies, since this. It all felt too soon. He started to remember all the memories. The nostalgia flooding over him, over the pain. He couldn't seem to move watching his children sleep. Would this be their tragedy? The loss of their father? Would this be the trauma they suffer?
Before he knew it the sun had come up and light streamed through the hobbit-holes' windows. The door creaked open, he felt some men grab him, beat him up until he was unconscious, and snatched him away from his children; his home; his life. Daugo Burgins arrest happened so quickly that it felt like no time passed at all. Soon his body was taken, carried out of his house where his neighbours had gathered around a crying Pomona Burgins and comforted her. The entirety of Bree would know what had happened to Bob Newleaf. How the vicious, drunk, Daugo Burgins had slaughtered his co-worker and friend after hanging out with bandits and brigands in the local taverns. How Daugo had threatened the lives of his children and nearly killed Pomona too. How Daugo was the bad seed of a family from the Shire that should not have brought its calamities to Bree and its folk. All this and more according to the trustworthy, grief-stricken Pomona Burgins. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] ((Feels bad man. I sometimes feel sorry for having to do these things to your lovable character. Daugo is inactivated re-activated. Daugo event concluded.))
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The Crimson Dwarf's axe smacked into the chest of one of the pike-guards, sending the man to his untimely death before Grimnir collapsed. The reinforcing constables arrived bearing rather petty weapons but in the dozens. Sigeric, Grimnir and Iver's bodies were dragged away from the dissipating fight.
Elodrin's double-leg takedown worked, gloriously, sending Sarg to the floor and leaving the man in a rather awkward position. Just as Elodrin picked up Sarg's sword a wooden hilt smacked the back of his head knocking him out. ((Elodrin inactivated.))
Pity for the guard, Dimitri's armpit strike succeeded, his shortsword plunging semi-deep into the man's armpit with a squish. "Ahhh-" He gasped before retaliating with a shield strike that landed Dimitri against the prison cell wall and made him join the majority of his allies, unconscious. Deslan was the last to fall, being grabbed by the various constables, albeit, getting a few good hits in, he too fell. ((Dimitri and Deslan inactivated.)) [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
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It would be a few days before the first of them awoke. The first to do so was Iver, who suffered a broken nose, then close behind him; Margoz, then Thoruk, Deslan, Dimitri, Elodrin, Sigeric and the last two who would awake were Grimnir followed by Daugo the hobbit. All of them would find themselves chained, their hands and legs fastened to iron chains, tied to a thick wooden wall. Each was within the vicinity of the other but could not reach one another, merely seeing each other. They were in a rather dark and damp place. The room was wooden, there were barrels strewn about and around them there were others too, chained to the walls and in a similar position. Their weapons were gone, armor too, Deslan's leg was missing and Dimitri's arm, as well as their tools. The air was humid and tasted of salt and vinegar. No visible light illuminated the room except some steel grates that lay above them which allowed some faint light in that illuminated their faces. The room seemed to rock gently, moving sideways in a sequential process. On the floor near Elodrin was a puddle of water and it would move with each rock of the room. They all felt tired, dehydrated, hungry and cold. All expensive clothing had been removed and they all wore similar peasant clothes that barely kept them warm. What was going on? What had happened to them? Where were they? A bird's caw startled Iver awake and the rest followed in tow...
[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] ((+Dimitri, Gunda, Cluckz, Death. All characters re-activated. All characters may interact with one another. And so the second chapter begins, heroes.))
