Myrrick will fire another arrow at the now floating soldier.


10:53, Today: Myrrick rolled 8 using 1d20+1.  bow shot.

Kit had an 'oh poop' moment as the crowd dispersed around her, luckily she had moved to another vantage point, but now exposed she attempted to blend in with the crowd, but didn't completely run off, finding a dark corner to watch the action unfold.

Ronan hefted his warhammer and made ready for battle.  He was never one to back down from a fight, but he half hoped they would just tuck tail and run.  Unfortunately that was not to happen.  He readied himself to parry any incoming blows and then counterattack.
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Passed out in bed I will dream of mugs of dwarven spirits & buxom full bearded dwarven ladies.

With the soldier's not heading Verna's wise words, Verna's dagger flew from her hand like a coiled viper, embedding itself to the hilt in the groin area of the charging soldier.  Harman's head making a gross sounding smack against the cobbled streets as Verna removed her hand from supporting it to stand and draw her sword.  The soldiers mouth opened in a cry of pain but it was evident not only by the dagger sticking out like a hardened phallus, but also the utter lack of sound from his mouth that the pain was beyond what his mind and body could handle.  The soldier passed out where he stood slumping to the ground his mouth still agape, his sword clattering to the street.  Verna now stood ready again with no opponent to face her. It was now evident that even though she had received some assistance, one on one combat would not gain you the upper hand.

Korin also was showing somewhat phenomenal combat prowess. For although the soldier manages to save verse the levitation, the time it takes him to do that prevents him from seeing the stones which hit with a even louder crack then Harman's head on the cobbled street.  The soldier tries to brace himself up with his sword as he falls to the street.  But it is to late for him as he unconscious, the soldier ending up on his knees, hands clasped to his sword, head resting against the blade almost as if he was beseeching the god's for aid.  As if to add insult to injury a arrow skewers his shoulder adding a almost artistic edge to the scene.

With a powerful downward chop at Ronan, the soldier attempts to cleave him in half. Only to have his blade smoothly deflected to the side by Ronan, leaving the soldiers right side torso completely exposed.  The sound that came next is the one that unholy nightmares are made of, as Ronan's war hammer collapses the soldiers rib cage area, the sound of it breaking cuts through the night.  Immediately the soldier coughs, a spray of blood coming forth, his breathing labored and haggard, with gurgling.  Staggering back, his eyes roll back into his head, falling to the ground out of combat. What had looked like a skirmish had quickly turned into a slaughter.

From where the daggers came out from the crowd there was no one just the flicker as if the shadows were alive and then nothing.

With two still clutching their blinded eye's and the four still stuck and unable to move it was clear to them that this skirmish was lost, the soldier who was attacking Borsok stopped mid swing and dropped his sword.  An instant visible look of depression coming over Borsok's face at the prospect of not really being included in the combat, Borsok let's out a heavy sigh walks up and kicks away the defeated soldiers sword at it finishes clattering to the street the only sound that can be heard is the moans from the injured soldiers, other then that the streets are silent.  Borsok turns to the inn and bellows out some quick orders to his staff.

"Quickly go grab some clean water and cloth, we best keep these these fools alive, till the healers come.  Also some rope to bind them."

Borsok turns to the soldiers who were caught in Korin's magic.

"Aahhhh yeah daft fools, it will be the prison ships for you lot, what's worse is yeah knew better.  Bah will serve yeah well, the army didn't smarten yeah up."

Once his staff comes back, Borsok helps to secure there hands and feet while also tending the soldiers wounds.  He remains quite throughout the process, only once in awhile directing his staff.  It is around when they are all secure that the sound of the marching feet come close and a  group of about forty men, all well equipped wearing heavy chain mail arrive.  They spread themselves out to encircle the whole group every forth one is carrying a torch lighting up the surrounding area.  If one took the time thirty of the forty are wearing green ta-bard's, these clearly were the Green men.  From the other ten two come forward, from their garb they are priests of some denomination or another.  One of the men from the remaining eight steps forward and walks to Borsok. He was not a tall man or overly large but how he carried himself you knew that he had seen war.  Two hilts shaped into wolf heads protruded from over his shoulders, what actually might be wolfen fur made up his cloak cover what was full scale mail.  The other six followed just behind him leaving the eight behind, a tall man dressed in a tattered heavy robe the cowl pulled low, carrying a staff.

"Borsok what in Algor's name are you doing with your mace and shield out.  It is time to sleeping off your good dwarven ale, not blooding your sissy inn keepers apron.  There sure as hades better be an explanation for getting me up at this hour."

Borsok stood from where he was and walked to the man who asked the question.

"Captain Gualterius, I was just about to load these gentlemen in a wagon and drop them off at your home it took you so long.  I think it might be best if you speak with the lass and lads  over there.  After I can speak with yeah."

Borsok points to those involved.

Captain Gualterius turns and looks at Ronan, Myrrick, Korin and Verna and then as with a eerie intuition, Captain Gualterius looks past the ring of soldiers into the shadows.

"Well pretty young lass why don't you join the group and help clear up what happened here, from the looks of everyone I would say the daggers belong to you."

Everyone in the circle looked around at each other wondering who Captain Gualterius was talking to in the darkness.
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With the fight over, Verna retrieves her dagger, pulling it from the groin of the man without much fanfare or care that she may be further harming him. She wasn't a healer and considering the fact that if Harman and his men had won Verna would probably be raped and killed, and not necessarily in that order.

Thus when the city guard showed up Verna was standing off to the side where the Inn staff was tending to the wounded.

Kit watched quietly from the shadows, that is until the Captain somehow called her out.  She bit her lower lip debating for a moment just making a run for it.  Then she looked at the 30 plus gathered men, and thought better of it as they would hunt her down, maybe.  Slowly, she inched her way, tip toeing from the shadows, but only to the edge.  Really, she wanted her throwing knives back, those things were a pain to find with just the right balance.

Ronan stood leaning on the hilt of his warhammer.  He was quite satisfied with his work, and he understood aiding the wounded, even adversaries, but made no move to assist as he lacked that particular skill set -- he made the holes and wounds, not repair them.

As soon as the fight was over Korin started to walk back into the inn and made it as far as the entrance when he realized that sneaking back up to his room wouldn't really work. Besides he has been on the run the last few weeks and is exhausted. The adrenaline dump caused by combat is wearing off as well. Korin plops down on the steps wishing he would have taken the time to put on some proper clothes.  He doesn't bother tying anyone up and he has no real first aid skills so he just sits quietly and waits for the authorities to show up. "That was uncouth in general. I had best not be jailed over this."

Myrrick joins Korin, "I do hope we aren't jailed... this was unfortunate."

Captain Gualterius waits for the shadowy figure to come through the circle of soldiers a wry smile on his face.

"Don't worry girl I never would have known you were there if it weren't for some assistance"

Captain Gualterius turns to those who are tending the wounded and the rest of the soldiers who were now being restrained.

"I want those restraints tight, heal the wounded but not to where they can put up to much resistance and then bring them all to the stockades.  I want to hear the testimony of this lot before we cast any suspicion on anyone.  No one is to talk to them till I get back, I find anyone has they will be cleaning the stocks and stable with the same spoon they eat with.  And the rest of you peeking lot get to homes or I will have yeah spend a night in the stocks also."

Turning to the group of and looking at everyone.

"Now as I said earlier, how about we go inside, have a pint of Borsok's ale and one of you can tell me what in the great rift happened here.  Cause although I might seem like I am being pleasant, all I was to do tonight was escort this individual here from the Tri-Arcanum and be on my way home.  So we can do this now and you may stay in this pleasant inn or you also can stay in the stockades.  So how about it.  I know it can't be that bad cause this stumpy lump is not kicking you out."

Borsok's face turned blistering red at the stumpy lump comment and just as his was opening his mouth the Captain walk past him and grabbed him by the shoulder and guided Borsok inside all the while placing a late night snack order.  Borsok body language relaxed and he spoke some quick orders to his staff.  The six guards who were with Captain Gualterius wait till the other soldiers and healers are gone and stand guard at the door.  Inside Captain Gualterius and Borsok sit at a large table by the hearth, waiting for you all.  Upon you all sitting down he waits for someone to speak.  The dark robed man also sits at the table to the side of Captain Gualterius.

Korin was sitting on the steps of the inn arms crossed basically sulking. As the Captain went on though Korin began to think that maybe he could get out of this relatively unscathed. He was after all just coming to the aid of the owner of the establishment and some big mouthed girl. Besides he is in his underwear for the love of Ra. He figures to play the innocent young lad role. Standing up he puts on his best look of concern tinged with worry. In reality he looks to be scrunching his eyebrows together and duck-facing his lips. He makes his way inside and upon sitting takes the proffered ale. Downing a little he takes a deep breath and says,

"Sir my name is Korin and I am a guest here. I heard a commotion and came downstairs. Obviously by my dress you can tell I was sleeping. Outside there was a large group of armed men arguing with Borsok and demanding that he turn over a girl. Then Verna over there came out and insulted the drunk soldiers and when their leader attacked they all followed suit. Those of us here stood to defend the girl and Borsok. That's really all there is to it."

After the boy told his story (which was true) Verna thought it best to clear the air. She roaised her hand so the Captain of the Guard would see her. Once recognized, Verna spoke.

"Captain Gualterius, I had somehow offended some Dominion soldiers while reciting a tale of my exploits during the Battle of Cathar. Apparently some took offense to my telling of the story in a truthful manner." This next part wasn't really the full truth, but it was pretty close. "It appeared that the Dominion soldiers were wiling to storm this inn in order to get to me, so I chose to ensure that any conflict would occur out in the street, instead of inside the inn."

Myrrick nodded, "I was heading home after an unsuccesful hunt and happened upon a bunch of soldiers attacking these people, a half naked man, a young woman and a barkeep. I simply tried to help the seemingly defenseless group sir. I don't think any of my arrows even found a mark... which esplains the unsuccesful hunt."

Captain Gualterius listens while Korin, Verna and Myrrick all tell a very similar tale to one another.  As Myrrick finish's up his testimony, the Captain looks to Ronan and Kit, with nothing quickly forthcoming from them he turns back to Borsok who just gives the Captain a salute with a mug of ale and a nod of his head showing his agreement to what was said.  Grabbing his mug of ale and taking a large draw from it, Captain Gualterius empties his mug.

"Well then your testimonies all seem to corroborate and on top of that Borsok also is in agreement."

Captain Gualterius stands up and looks to all the people at the table.

"I will be taking the testimony of the soldiers as well and I will be sending someone to speak with your staff as well Borsok.  Whatever business that you have in town I would ask that you conduct it quietly, but don't be hasty to leave Wisdom yet.  Depending on other evidence there maybe a potential of a small fine for participating in tonight's disturbance.  I apologize for any inconvenience that this may cause you all, but Wisdom has rules.  I will be reprimanding some guards for not informing you thus and also send someone to go quickly over those, it will hopefully prevent any other incidents from happening."

Captain Gualterius turns to Borsok gives him a nod, turns and leaves the inn, his guards following closely behind.  Borsok also stands and looks at the gathered group, a little smirk coming across his face.

"Well Lads and Lasses I would say The Faded Flame has as another tale to tell.  I do recommend that you respect the Captain's wishes but I am confident that you don't have much to worry about.  As for the fine, I will be covering that part as I will not be having my guests attacked.  Now if you will also excuse me I must be about the nightly duties and be up early in the morn."

With that Borsok also takes his leave politely giving anyone a chance to say their piece.  He also orders another round for all of you should you wish.

Kit had quietly retrieved her knives as they all moved into the inn.  She did her best to continue to hide in plain sight and simply shrugged and smiled innocently as she could when the Captain looked her way.

Ronan did not have anything more to offer to the story and simply grunted in agreement.  He was after all just defending the honor of a lady, even she probably could very well defend it herself...if the odds were more in her favor.  He grumbled some more at the mention of a fine, but was quietly thankful they weren't being arrested and the laws seemed actually reasonable.

When Borsk mentioned he would cover the fine Ronan was relieved, although he was ready to pay for his own actions.  He clasped the much older dwarf on the back, "Many thanks and blessings brother."

Korin declines the second ale with thanks. He is relieved that things went as smoothly as they did. Now that the adrenaline has worn off his exhaustion has returned. Pushing away from the bar he offers a slight bow to those remaining.

"Should anyone need me I will be asleep so do not bother."

With a yawn the young man walks out of the bar area and back upstairs to sleep.

"I would like to get a room please, this way I am close if the Captain needs us... and a meal. I'm starving."

Verna accept the second round of ale. To those who have yet to retire for the evening, she thanks. "I want to thank those of you who stood by me tonight."

Myrrick grinned, "I tried to help, I think all I did was show that my bow is out of alignment though."

In reply to Myrrick (msg # 78):

"Maybe I should take a look at your bow."

Myrrick will hand the bow over, "Actually, I'm sure the bow is fine, I think I'm just a bad shot." he laughed.

Kit was slowly making her way out of the picture if anyone cared to notice, not having any real ties to this group, and not really concerned about the authorities.

In reply to Myrrick (msg # 80):

Verna looked at the bow over, pulled the string back and then tightened it just a bit.  She then handed the bow back to its owner.

"String was loose."