Kit spent the whole day in the inn, occasionally lightening an unknowing traveler's load of valuable coin.  As she sat in the corner people watching she couldn't help but overhear the commotion outside.  That meant crowds gathering, that meant opportunity strikes again...

All that can be heard from staying in your room is the continued sound of the muffled voices in heated debate the occasional string of derogatory cuss words being strewn about, followed by a   much deeper and calmer voice.

As Ronan steps out into the hall, he sees the young man Korin heading down the hall towards the stairs wearing only his breeches and undershirt in front of him.  As you both descend the stairs the sound is slightly clearer, you can determine that it is Borsok and some drunks who clearly have had a little to much.  There are very few patrons left in the dining area as most have gone to bed or have gone home.

With Kit going to ease the burden of muscle strained gold carrying citizens, it is the drunk voice of Harman backed up not by just the three soldiers with him earlier but four others as well that she can make out in the lantern lit streets.  They have gathered around in half a semi circle in front of Borsok.  Most of the staff is standing just outside the door of the inn watching also

"Listen Borsok you go inside and you get that dumb whore out here."
Spittle flies from Harman's mouth most landing on the ground some landing on Borsok, the only indication the Borsok may be upset is his right hand continues to clench and un-clench at his side.

"Harman I won't be tellin you again, take your boys and go get some rest.  Keep this up and the Greenmen are gonna be here in no time and you and the boys will be paying for your stupidity with time in the stocks.  And you can bet me you won't be drinkin at my establishment anytime soon or any other around this area I will make sure of that as sure as a Wolfen is hairy."

A couple of Harman's boys were taking the hint from Borsok that it was time to go, but when they went to pull Harman away he half turned and raised his fist.  Backing down they took their original spot, Harman turning and stepping in and over Borsok.

"Borsok so help me if yeah don't go get that country whelp, I won't give two goblin shits about you or the Greenmen.  I will go right through you and them and drag that whore out to the street which is where she belongs."

Harman was clearly beyond reason in his drunken state and it no doubt didn't help that some of his boys were nodding in approval.  Other home owners could be seen standing quietly in their stoops or at their windows on the second floor curious as to what was going on.  Borsok stood glaring back at Harman, after about forty seconds Borsok threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Fine you thick headed idiot, I will go see if the lass will come speak with yeah.  But you and the boys wait here, yeah take one more step towards mah Inn and it won't be the lass you will be talking with it will be me."

Borsok turned and walked back towards his Inn shooing his staff back inside clearly frustrated.
Harman had turned to his men and was talking to them no longer paying attention to Borsok.  The moment Borsok was ten feet inside the inn he signaled to a couple of the serving staff.

"Go out the back and go find the Greenmen, they need to be here as fast as they can."
With that two of them left quietly and quickly, Borsok waved another over and let out a sigh as if he was dejected.
"Go get me mace and shield, I won't be having one me guests hurt on my watch.  Place it on the bar out of sight of the door."

Borsok walks up stairs to Verna's room and knocks.  Waiting upon her reply Borsok relay's that Harman is outside with some friends and they clearly are not wanting tea.  If she would like he can tell them any number of things, such as she left or she would come out.  But his concern is that she is safe, another option is that she could leave out the back.

Verna sighed upon hearing that the commotion was about her. "How many of them are there?" After hearing that the number was not something she could deal with by herself and not wanting to cause trouble she decided that leaving out the back door might be a good idea. Then again it might not.

"Whats the chance that this Harman asshole will be willing to fight me one on one. No weapons?"
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Ronan shook his head as he took the warhammer off his back and put the head down for him to lean on, appearing casual, but very much at the ready.  After all these stupid Dominion soldiers were going to try to tread on a fellow Dwarf's establishment, and he couldn't have that, plus some silly thing about chivalry and all.  Even though the lass could probably handle herself in a fight, with this many drunken goons she was bound to get hurt.  Bound by honor and his own personal code he couldn't just sit idly by, so he made ready.

Kit tried to make her way through the larger clusters of on-lookers to relieve them of any burdensome coin or other interesting items.  If at all possible she would even stroll by the Dominion soldiers, no doubt there attentions dulled and drawn elsewhere.  She just had to make sure other on-lookers didn't see her, and had to make haste before the inevitable Greenmen arrived.

In reply to Verna Hudson (msg # 35):

Borsok's eyes went wide and his eyebrows rising till they almost reach his hair line, his mouth slightly agape for just a moment.  Giving his head a quick shake.

"Lass you must of got some Wolfen fur stuffed in those ears at that battle.  He tends to do you ill and I can't be tellin yeah why as I have not the foggiest.  The thing I know though is he sure as the fire of Hades has the hots for putting a hurt on yeah."

Borsok pauses for a moment and looks at you for a moment more, takes a breath and lets out a very deep sigh.

"Well then I guess we better be going to speak with the man, maybe you can be stalling him enough that the Greenmen will be here.  If he goes for it and his boys are not men of their word I will take care of them you won't have to worry about any out side interference."

With that Borsok leads that way once your ready down the stairs, grabbing his shield and mace along the way and heads out the door.  He puts himself between you and Harman stopping about ten feet outside the inn door, putting about twenty feet between you and Harman.  A small crowd of of people have continued to gatherto find out what is going on as Harman had continued on his vulgar tirade shortly after Borsok started talking to Verna.

There seems to be no one of note other then another Dwarf Verna had seen earlier quaffing down food and a good sum of ale.  He was leaning warhammer looking rather interested in the events.

Across the way a just behind Harman's  men a women bumps into one of the soldiers who had come with Harman.  The soldier turns, looks at the women cusses her out and gives her shove, his attention so hyped up on Harman and fairly intoxicated himself that he does not notice the incredibly sloppy attempt of lightening his gold purse.

And for the moment it takes the eye to blink in the dark shadows by the buildings behind the soldiers and crowd Verna catches the faintest silhouette of a figure moving but is gone when one attempts to look again.  All attention turns to Borsok as he speaks to Harman.

"The Lady has a proposal for yeah Harman, now I suggest you hear it out, by the gods it might even be to your liking yeah daft twit."

With that Borsok steps to the side slightly giving Verna room to step forward slightly and speak but clearly be able to get into a defensive position quickly.

Once given the opportunity to speak Verna states her proposal. "How about me and you fight? No weapons." She then provided an alternative competition, one that she knew would just piss off Harman. "Or we can have ourselves a good ol' fashioned cocksucking contest. See who can suck off the most men in an hour."

Borsok's head swiveled to look at Verna, his face abject horror at her statement.  An eerie silence came over he crowd as they all were looking at Harman who's body language was that of a seething rabid dog, through the silence you could hear the sound of the leather on the hilt of his sword groaning.  Slowly Harman unsheathed his sword as he spoke.

"Lady, we were just here to scare yeah a little and rough you up for what you said earlier.  Now though I am gonna make sure that I gut you like the little whore peasant that you were and always will be. Before that happens though I am gonna make sure that we run a caravan on you for days and then sell you to the Wolfen and make sure they do the same.  Then you can do as much sucking as you like."

Harman's words were seething with rage, the gathered crowd was aghast at what you and Harman were saying to one another.  Some so disturbed by the imagery and hostility of the words that they actually left and went about their ways. The soldiers that came with Harman also drew their swords, maces and other weaponry, Verna's words have clearly put them over the edge and very much onto the same page as Harman.

As Harman unsheathes his sword, Verna with years of practice un-shoulders her bow with her left arm, and draws then notches an arrow in maybe a second, but probably less then that. She doesn't loose the arrow, but aims for Harmans head.....ready to loose once he or any of his men step forward.

Kit curses to herself under her breath as the smelly soldier turns, but then only shoves her away.  She stumbles, but keeps from falling to the ground, thanks in part to her own physical prowess and the clumsy shove off by the drunken idiot of a soldier.  She slinks back into the crowd, but remains attentive to the situation.  She laugh snorts at the warrior woman's taunting words.  For the time being she remains in the crowd looking around for any other marks.

Ronan felt the energy of the fight surge, and he picked up his hammer moving to the flanks of the gathered morons -- the Dominion soldiers.  If they were all as drunk as they seemed, it may end up being too easy to fell them.  As much as they were a bunch of idiots, unless they tried to kill him, he would 'go easy' on them if he could.

Korin comes out half asleep, barefoot and in his small-clothes just as things look to be turning to violence. He doesn't know Verna and damn but she has mouth on her like a pirate but this situation offends his sense of right and wrong. With a yawn and a slight waggle of fingers he casts a spell at Harmans crew. There is no fanfare, crack of lightning or brilliant fireball. In fact there is no indication that anything has happened but a circular Carpet of Adhesion spell just large enough to coat the ground at the feet of Hartman and his cohorts appears. Then Korin sits back to watch but prepares mentally to send a Blinding Flash into their midst if the aggression continues. He hopes violence can be avoided however he is prepared to fight if it comes to that.

Harman scoffed as Verna brought her bow to bear, one of the men behind Harman brought forward a  viking style round shield.  The crest on it looks familiar to Verna but in the moment she cannot bring to mind where she may have seen it, her focus on the nocked arrow and her opponent.

"I thought you would bring your bitch bow, wolfen whore!!"

He brings his shield to bear in front of himself and charges Vern in that same moment his men fan out.

Well the four that are confused as to why their feet will not come away from the ground fan out.  The remaining six split into groups of three, Ronan had not gone unnoticed in his attempt to flank the group and one group approaches .  Ronan had put himself roughly thirty five degrees from where Verna stood and loosed her arrow over Borsok's head. The remaining three approach Borsok, they are visibly hesitant, a quick glance to Harman charging fires there drunk hearts and they close the gap on Borsok.

Verna's loose arrow sails towards Harman, almost raising his shield in time at the close distance, the arrow head glances off the edge of the shield, a tiny shower of sparks, a split second later the arrow head slices a vicious wound on Harmans face.   The arrow continuing past just missing a citizen who was watching this urban battle.

Borsok all of suddenly lets out a large laugh, hefts his warhammer over his shoulder raises his shield and approaches the three coming toward him.

(OCC.  Ronan please roll intiative; Kit you did not get the coin purse( :( ), but if you choose to engage you may get one free action then roll intiative; Korin you did catch 4 in the Carpet of Adhesion unfortunately the remaining 6 were already on the move and outside the circumference of this particular incantation.  Do you still wish to cast Blinding Flash?)

Korin seems considerably more awake now that the street in front of the inn has erupted in armed conflict. Ignoring the four with their feet stuck for now he turns his attention towards the next largest cluster of soldiers and points at them. A brilliant flash of blinding light explodes soundlessly in their midst. Muttering a quick litany praising RA he turns his focus inward. Mystic armor surrounds his body and he cocks back his arm to throw. As his arm whips forward a stone ball about the size of an orange appears in his hand and then streaks towards the nearest unimpeded soldier to him. The moment the stone is hurled Korin's arm snaps back to throw again and another round rock has already appeared in his hand. He hurtles that one at the same soldier using the mans nose as his bullseye for both throws.
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It didn't matter to Ronan that the knuckleheads noticed him, he did achieve one part of his strategy to divide the group into smaller ones to handle.  Hefting his warhammer he readied for the fight that now seemed inevitable.

Kit usually stayed back and watched the fight, then usually swept in a cleaned house on both loser and victor.  She didn't like these idiots and their disrespect of the warrior woman, so Kit tried to stay hidden in the crowd, but tossed a few of her throwing knives at the back of Harman quickly before moving through the crowd to a different vantage point and generally out of the backstop of the woman warrior's bow.

As Harman approached Verna drew notched and let loose a second arrow, this time at a downward angle. Her intent was to impale one of Harman’s feet into the ground in order to halt his forward movment. If that doesn’t work she uses her bow to sweep the man off his feet before going defense to avoid the hacks and slashes sure to come from his sword arm.

Myrrick, having only recently arrived to have a drink, sees that a conflict has broken out. He draws an arrow back and fires at the man having knives thrown at him. His arrow flies wide of the mark.


09:10, Today: Myrrick rolled 3 using 1d20+1 ((2)).

With the impact of Verna's arrow against the wall of the building, throwing knives flying out of the gathered crowd and a second arrow from another unknown position flying past harmlessly.  The gathered crowd disperses and flees in fear.  What they must of thought was going to be just a show of force and posturing has turned into a all out small skirmish.  Some flee totheir homes near by others flee into streets yelling for guards, their voices echoing off the stone buildings. (Kit you will become exposed as

Harman's charge at Verna is interrupted by her quick thinking shot to his foot, his reactions whether it be maybe alcohol or the blood spatter that is in his left eye from Verna's last arrow impedes his ability to parry.  The arrow penetrating right through to about a quarter way up the shaft past the arrow head, in that same moment the three throwing knives of unknown origin embed themselves in Harman.  One in his shoulder blade, another mid back and the last one in his ham string.  The only reason for the spread out pattern is they hit as Harman fell tumbling forward towards Verna's, his shield coming loose from his grip, clattering to the cobbled street.  Harman was no longer able to continue his labored breathing as he looks to Verna with what can only be described as utter hatred and contempt and these word fail to convey the emotions.

By the hands of the Gods Ronan and Borsok end up approaching the same group of three, warhammer's at the ready.  One would think that seeing your leader fall would encourage one to quit but that was not on their minds, one splits off and heads towards Verna the other two charge Ronan and Borsok.  Ronan's opponent swings in a downward arc.

The original four who are stuck can be heard yelling and pointing in the direction of a man not at all dress for the melee that is going on in the streets.  They are directing the remaining group of three, but it is to late for them.  The most brilliant flash erupts just in front of them like a million matches lighting at once, two of them grab their faces in agony as the their eyes spasm in their skulls.  One soldier managed to avert his eyes in time and now sets them on Korin only to have his nose cavitated by what looks like bright fruit.  His face a bloody mess he sprints towards Korin, lashing out with his sword in a wide arc aiming for his upper torso.

The remaining four yell out insults and call out positions while continuing to struggle.

(OCC: Verna you have a I believe 3 actions left, Kit you are done, Myrrick you have also have 3 actions, Ronan with positioning and the soldier charging you have 2 actions, Korin you are also done, but roll for parry/dodge.)

Verna drops her bow, and draws her dagger as she squats in front of Harman's head. With her left hand she pulls his head up (by either the hair on his head or an ear), and slides her dagger under his neck.....

"Call you boys off or I cut your throat."

Korins eyes widen as the bloody faced soldier rushes him sword swinging in a deadly arc. He has never been very fast or strong but Korin was always the most nimble kid in his town. He attempts a last second diving roll forward trying to dodge beneath the soldiers swinging sword and hopefully create a little distance.

Myrrick readies another arrow, waiting to see if the guard listens to the woman. If the man calls his boys off, Myrrick will hold his arrow, if not he will fire at one of the attacking men.


12:52, Today: Myrrick rolled 17 using 1d20+1.  bow shot.

In the time it takes to put the knife Harman's throat, he slips into unconsciousness from the blood loss and trauma of his wounds.  Harman's body becoming dead weight in your hands, it is clear he will be dead shortly if he is not treated soon.

The soldiers who were trapped by the carpet of adhesion start yelling insults, cries for help for Harman and directions to the free soldiers in there inability to help in any other way.  The others  who are engaged in combat are now in fully committed it will be unlikely that anyone's words who are involved will get them out of their aggressive charges.

The soldier who peeled off to attack Verna picks up his approach, long sword at the ready.  The two engaged with Borsok and Ronan continue to press the dwarves.

The half dressed Korin preforms a graceful maneuver under the swinging sword of the attacking swordsman coming up behind a couple feet behind the soldier before he can turn his charge.

In the far distance although it is hard to tell, the sound of heavy foots steps can be heard echoing off the walls.  It most likely is the city guard but who knows when they will arrive.  The crowd is gone it is only those enthralled in combat now on the streets lit by the moon light. If one could see it is only a couple people peeking ever so carefully through their windows at the skirmish.

(OCC..The soldiers are not giving up, declare your actions)

With Harman passing out it would be cowardly for Verna to slit his throat. So she threw the dagger in her hand at the man charging at her. Hopefully the blade would hit the man in the groin and sever his manhood from the rest of his body......

While her attacker is (hopefully) distracted by the dagger Verna, stands up and unsheathed her saber. She is ready to fight....

Korin has a brief urge to flee but resists it jumping back further to create more space between him and his attacker while making sure he does not turn his back on any other potential enemies. Korin exhales forcefully in the manner the monks had taught him and draws on his mystic reserves. He flips his left hand palm up down at waist level and steadily rises it up. His levitation spell targets the bloody faced soldier in an attempt to lift him up into the air and out of the fight. His left hand holding steady at shoulder level Korin cocks back his right and rapidly hurls three more of the magic stones targeting the heads of the soldiers facing the Dwarves and Verna.
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