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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 8, 2008 17:39:43 GMT
Dirk stands as tall as he can next to Callum.
"Haha, lad, you got guts thats for sure!" The dwarf points his rifle out in front of him, directly at the attacking vagabonds.
"Now then, me dearies, who wants to get serious...!"
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 8, 2008 18:11:17 GMT
Sir Callum nods to his companion, and lifts the tip of his sword. "We have been wronged and now wrongly accused! Tragedy has occured once here, let it not occur again! I am a Knight of Sommerlund! I am under codes of Virtue and Valour! Let none of you doubt I and those I champion act from a place of purity. Let none doubt my resolve to defend that purity!"
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Post by Lukav Nourabi on Sept 8, 2008 22:09:42 GMT
The peculiar feeling at being instructed by a strange man from another land to flee from his own countrymen - particularly from the scene of the death of one of his own countrymen - with a strange group of people from various other lands, one of whom has just caused said death, albeit apparently accidentally, causes Lukav to hesitate for long enough to see the knight make his stand.
Shifting slightly so that the knight, the dwarf and the bulk of the table is between himself and the onlooking patrons Lukav remains seated and glances in shock between the armoured man, the body of the drunk and the accusatory glares of the tavern's customers.
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Post by Coll Ewen on Sept 9, 2008 4:30:39 GMT
Coll draws his sword and quickly moves forward to stand aside Callum and Dirk, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the restless patrons. 'Perhaps we should heed the priest's advice...,' he mutters from the side of his mouth.
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 9, 2008 5:15:52 GMT
Quietly, Callum says "Bah, and be hunted by those that should be our allies aswell and minions of darkness? Be arrested when we try to deliver proof to our lands or in this land again? Naar would laugh!"
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 9, 2008 17:58:29 GMT
"You want to end your days on the executioner's block?" sneers Randal. "This is the way to do it." Realising that if he tries to escape the tavern alone he will surely be cut down, Randal remains where he is for now. Fervently he hopes the stubborn knight will see sense. In the meantime, he prepares himself to unleash a bolt of raw power against anyone who dare attack.
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Post by crymson on Sept 9, 2008 23:06:58 GMT
Drayden looks at you all standing there. "Fools!" he says, before running into the kitchens.
Half a dozen burly guards appear through the front door moments later, swords and maces drawn and held ready. One of the tavern patrons points in your direction, and the guard captain steps forwards.
"Throw down your weapons," he says in an even voice. "You are coming with us."
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 10, 2008 4:35:01 GMT
"We will come with you," says Sir Callum with an equally even and reasonable tone, "but we shall not discard our weapons like common thieves. I am a Knight of Sommerlund, my blade was a gift by the Baron of Anskaven himself. My companion the dwarf bears a Rifle that is valued as his people let few but those from the mountains touch them. My friend from Dessi is a respected mage, his staff valued to him as I am sure all value the services of good he has wrought with it."
Sir Callum with a great show of slowness sheathes his sword, while not letting go the shield ready. "We will come with you, but make no mistake that this is a deliberately ill night sent to cloud an endeavour of good. A grou[ of such mis-matched companions should tell you, captain, that we are here for a reason. I would trust the services our countries have provided to yours in times passed would give you pause to presume that reason is not for ill."
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 10, 2008 7:42:12 GMT
Randal sighs quietly. He cannot allow himself to be parted from his staff, which means he finds himself in the unwelcome position of having to rely on the knight's persuasiveness. He has a feeling this will end poorly.
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Post by Lukav Nourabi on Sept 10, 2008 22:48:11 GMT
Remaining seated, Lukav glances back and forth between the guards and the knight, hopeful that he might appear more as an onlooker to the accident than a member of the group that caused it.
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Post by Coll Ewen on Sept 11, 2008 4:55:25 GMT
Silently, Coll sheathes his sword. While Sir Callum addresses the guard captain, the border ranger stares after the now fled elder. He's as bothered as much by their current predicament as he is the priest's cavalier attitude.
'The drunk drew first, surely someone will attest to that.'
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Sept 11, 2008 9:40:34 GMT
Dirk lowers his rifle and scratches his beard.
"Now there's a thing I don't understand, lads. Surely a priest of Kai would have the sense to hang around and clear his name, rather than fleein' like he was guilty. I'm thinkin' there's more to this than he was lettin' on."
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Post by crymson on Sept 11, 2008 12:59:35 GMT
The guard captain takes another step forward. "You will surrender your weapons and come with us. If you don't, the boys here will take your weapons from you and then you will still come with us."
Out of the corner of your eye you notice the innkeeper standing near the door which Drayden went through. He has it slightly ajar, and is making a small 'through here' motion with his hands.
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Sept 11, 2008 13:56:47 GMT
Knowing that he is as good as dead without his staff, and thankful that the guard do not appear to be carrying crossbows, Randal takes the bait and runs for the offered exit as fast as he can. He had hoped that one of the warriors in the group would have led the way, so that it would be them, not he, who would be the target of any opportunistic spear-thrusts they might encounter when leaving the tavern, but it seems the stubborn fools prefer to just stand there and wait to be beaten into submission by the local militia.
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Sept 11, 2008 17:33:34 GMT
"You risk a diplomatic incident!" screams Sir Callum, re-drawing his blade and taking a step forward, incidentally blocking the doorway from the guards. He points his blade. "You can have me to question if you wish, but now you must prove your worth for that honour to a Knight of the code of Valour whose family stood against the first black muster of Vashna himself!"
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