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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

One of Dimitri's victims pulled out a steak knife from one of the many meals that now lay cluttered on the floor and waved it in front of him, more as a petty warning to back off than a threat. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]
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The keys jangled as Grimnir set them into the first lock. They didn't fit. He'd have to try another pair. There were only another five.
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The fight was coming to its climax with some men jumping over one another and others laying in piles on the Prancing Pony's floor, drunk or knocked out. It was unclear who started the fight but very clear who was winning it as by the door to the bar stood half a dozen men arms up and fighting those in their way, successfully helping more unconscious bodies reach the floor. They blockaded the entrance and two of the six were already looting the bodies, taking the spoils of war. The largest pointed a finger out towards those remaining in the Prancing Pony that were still standing and said, "SURRENDER YER WARES AND YE CAN LEAVE!"
"YE GIVE US YOUR STUFF!!" Shouted one of his crew who pulled out a dagger, the blade similar to those wielded by Greenway bandits, and rushed forward towards the table that hid Daugo, seemingly lunging for the helpless hobbit.

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((Everyone involved in this fight must react respectively to whoever reacts first. Try not to power game - e.i make a move and wait for a response. Don't make three moves, defeat any opponent then save the hobbit. Good luck, heroes.))
 
Grimnir wouldnt be in the same room while it would happen, he however continues to try all keys with every lock.
 
Dimitri would not be threatened by some lowlife. "Sir, you need help." he says. He hits the man with a karate chop to his hand, then slams his steel fist into the man's chest and finishes with a punch with his left hand to the side of the head. Hopefully, the chop would disarm the possibly drunk man, the steel fist would disorient and knock the breath from his lungs, and the blow to the head would knock him out. "Stop trying to take my HOLY ALE." he roars. After that, he'd deal with anyone else that threatened his ale, including the bandits.

(If that is power-gaming, please refer to the post below.)

Dimitri would not be threatened by some drunk lowlife. "Sir, you need help." he says, before trying to disarm his foe with a karate chop to the wrist.
 
Noticing a man with a metal arm fighting off the cutthroats, Sigeric stepped forward to fight beside him. He swung the hooked end of his halberd at one of the assailants' legs, with the intent to trip him.
 
Margoz remove the pork chop from his face. "You thugs need to learn how to actually steal before you piss off a retired bootlegger!" He walks towards the counter like he owned the place and grabs two empty bottles. He intends to swing towards the closest thug.
 
Thoruk looks at the scared hobbit behind him and turns around with an angry look to knock out the charging man with 2 swings of the backside of his ax, before saying "Aye, who's next ya buggers?" On the other side of the tavern-slaugther he sees two other guys also fighting the bandits and tries to get their attention.
 
To say the least Elodrith was slightly pissed at the weather ruining his day, however as he looked up at the sky and blinked away the rain water he noticed how bad it was actually getting, wiping away the water from his eyes he would start to walk around the town for a bit to see if any shops were still open under the safety of the a building, however he saw none. With a sigh he would start to walk to the nearest tavern, barley noticing the fellow outside with a metal limb when he heard the sound of banging and screaming from inside. "Idiots got into a barfight, however I suppose this weather can cause a few angry men to go mad." He would murmur to himself before he heard the slightly muffled words of "Wares, Ye can leave, and us your stuff." His first reaction was to look around to see if anyone was outside, with the downpour shielding his vision he couldn't see much however, instead he would pull out his Longsword and warily head to the entrance and peak inside, it was a wreak. Bodies were everywhere with the occasional bloodsplatter, a seemingly berserk man with a metal arm was beating on a helpless man with the help of what appeared to be some mercanary, another was fiddling with keys of some sort, and other pockets of people. However what really drew his attention was the man lunging at a hobbit under the bar being protected by a dwarf. Not a good sign, however he would take advantage. Sneaking in he would quietly close the door behind him before looking at the backs of the bandits, choosing his victim he would grasp the Longsword with two hands and rush the man, sending the blade through his back and possibly holding him in the air. Kicking the body off he would snarl and raise his sword in a defensive position at bark to the bandits "Who's next!"

(If that was powergaming refer to below)

Sneaking in he would quietly close the door behind him before looking at the backs of the bandits, choosing his victim he would grasp the Longsword with both hands before rushing forward and hoping to send the blade through the middle of the mans back.
 
As Grimnir would try all locks with all keys he searches the rooms for Anything that could be of use (if the Doors would open, that is).
He then proceeds to find a stairs perhaps, until he heard someone drawing a blade, and a few seconds later a man being impaled. This Brawl had turned to a bloodbath, there has been a murder committed.
The Crimson Dwarf enters the main room where the Brawl occured, and sees the dead body, "By Durin, you dare?!". He grabs his Large Axe, and hurls himself onto the man with the longsword, for the Crimson Dwarf takes no kind with unneeded bloodshed. He tries to launch the man with a might karate kick a few meters away from impact, and then Reaches his Axe infront of Him, pointing at the man. "Wazzock, you do not have the authority. Explain thineself or die." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
 
Grimnir eventually succeeded in hijacking a room and found it dark and empty when he opened the door, the bed was done up and matted down decently. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user] ((Ignore Elodrith slaying, that was power-gaming and has been voided. :) ))

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Iver heard the ruckus occurring all around him and the shouts of the bandits as he lay hidden behind the bar, around him were the unconscious bodies of the bartender and some other lowlifes. He noticed something strange going on towards the inn hallway where jingling keys and other noises were being made. Would he go investigate? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]


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The karate chop was not intercepted as it took the man by surprise. He had expected a charge or assault of some other kind and this form of fighting was unseen to him. He fell to the floor, dropping the knife, and clutching his throat in pain with a flummoxed look. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] ((Referring Below post.))

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Sigeric's halberd was dodged as the man jumped back at the sight of the weapon. He locked eyes with Sigeric, his mouth open revealing a set of yellowed teeth and bits of food before searching around for a weapon. His eyes stopped at a bastard sword that lay to the right of the man but before he could make for it-

A bottle came flying out of the air and smacked the man in his jowls sending him toppling to the floor with a sudden thud. Margoz's aim, even in a slightly drunken state, was true. Now there were the group of bandits to deal with... [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]

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The bandits back away from Thoruk but for a moment before the large leader of their crew approached them with a spear, giving him the advantage of reach as he threatened to jab Thoruk.
"I'LL BE 'AKING THAT THER' AX'. HAND IT O'ER!" He bellowed at the dwarf, jabbing his spear towards Thoruk and Daugo. They had only a few moments to dodge it before it skewered Thoruk. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]

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Elodrith's blade was intercepted midway by the man's partner who had hard the door being opened from behind. He faced Elodrith with a bastard sword and pushed his rival's blade back.
"Oi, Olly, behind ye!" He exclaimed to his oblivious ally who willfully turned around to face Elodrith with a short sword. Now Elodrith was facing two foes, albeit, he had the stronger sword in terms of might. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]

((Reference to below post.))
 
After Thoruk dodged the spear, he tries to hit that mountain of a man with his ax. "Durins folk never surrenders to an enemy, so bring it on" he yells as he aimes for his strong legs to bring him down by cutting into them. After a few failed attempts he almost gets hit by the spear and whispers barely understandable and out of breath"Daugo.. yo- you need to- to distract him."
 
"I bet the hallway is both more interesting and safe than this shit hole" he whispered to himself as he grabbed the bartender and snuck toward the hallway "and I'm sure that after this guy would realize that I saved his stuff I'll get here free drinks for the rest of ma life" he said with a little smile, seeing the bright side of life is always important.
 
Grimnir takes whatever he could pf importance and makes himself back to the hallway on his way to the main tavern. He would see a person, [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] and grabs his Axe. "By Durin, you dare Follow me you Ungi filth merchant?!".
 
His breeches swamped in urine, Daugo explores the floor around him with dexterous fingers, looking for something hard to throw at their assailant. While he does this, his conman instinct kicks in, and he realizes that the same principle of duping people--distraction--applies to this situation. He then remembers another principle of the art of deceit; people are both inquisitive and paranoid by nature. With this in mind, he begins laughing a well-practiced guffaw of hilarity and knowledge not shared by the other, his eyes set somewhere beyond the attacker's shoulder.
 
The leader, confused by this hobbit mocking him shouted, "What's so funny!?" Then turned around to look behind him where the hobbit was gazing, his back now to Thoruk and Daugo.
 
How did he know im a merchant, Iver thought to himself as he faced the angry dwarf. "Calm your beard for i am bringing ma drunk friend here to his room before he will loose all of his coins" Replays Iver with a calm voice.
 
((Ungi filth merchant is a cuss, I didnt even read your app lul))
"Very Well, filth merchant. Off Ye go." The Crimson dwarf said before he would walk to the fight at the bar, unknowingly what to think nor do of the Mess ongoing. He takes a Seat where the bartender used to sit, and sips down Some ale while waiting for the fight to end.
 
Iver  put the bartender on a stool or a chair if he could find one and then start looking for water to get the drunk guy back from the dream world.
 
Thoruk turns his head as the hobbit randomly starts to laugh and the giant man turns around. Thoruk realises that this was the distraction he needed. "Now you gonna feel my ax you bugger" Thoruk says to himself. A blink of an eye later Thoruk cutted a deep wound with his rusty ax into the man's leg, causing him to fall onto his knee and scream out loud which made the other bandits, who where looting the bodies,  look up towards Thoruk with fear in their eyes. As he said " who's next now you filthy scum?" the giant grabbes his spear and tries to get up again and attack Thoruk, who's not aware, from behind.
 
Sigeric was still regaining his balance from the missed leg sweep when he saw the bottle shatter on the thug's head.
He turned and gave a short nod of appreciation to his ally, who was... ...an Easterling? What was one doing all the way out here? No matter, now wasn't the time for questions. Sigeric heard shouting from the entrance, where a newcomer with a longsword was facing two of the knaves. Sigeric hurried to the entrance in an attempt to catch the one with the bastard sword off guard, swinging the non-lethal end of the halberd in a method similar to a quarterstaff.
 
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