Hell Hath No Fury

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 5:11 am

Sela sighed, slumping back in her chair as the other patrons of the inn crowded about the wounded, and now recovering, Elf. Honestly, she thought, it's his own damn fault. I did warn him about those lizards ... The crowd began to break up as the Elf regained his feet. Sela sighed again and waited for her companions to return to her table.

I haven't seen Donovan lately. I wonder if he really did - her train of thought is interrupted as a rather large, rather sour-smelling dwarf heaved himself up into the chair beside her.

"Excuse me, dwarf," she announced, glaring at the offending creature, "but I don't recall inviting you to sit here."

The dwarf mumbled something about ale as her companion Oshnar returned to sit, followed by the healed Elf. Sela frowned. "Shove off, dwarf, and get your own ale." Her glare intensified as the dwarf's head turned towards her.

"That's no way to treat a respectable old dwarf!" he proclaimed, an expression of mock shock on his face.

"Oh?" countered Sela, sneering. "And I suppose your coming up here uninvited was the height of good manners, hm?" She shifted her glare to Oshnar and the Elf, who were keeping silent, their eyes downcast. "Well, you may be content to sit here with uninvited company, but I'm not. Good night."

It may have ended there. The tavern life may have continued unabated. But as Sela strode away, she overheard the dwarf muttering beneath his breath ... "Damn thick-headed human."

Sela stiffened. No-one talked to her that way. No-one. She spun on her heel and placed one hand on the hilt of her rapier. "What was that, dwarf?" she snarled.

The dwarf grinned, showing yellowed, uneven teeth. He hopped from his chair and strode around the table, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Sela. He grinned up at her and replied, "I said, you were a damned, thick-headed human."

In a flash her rapier was out and the point digging into the dwarf's throat. "I suggest you take that back, dwarf," she hissed.

The dwarf just laughed. "Thick-headed human," he repeated, a malicious glint in his eye.

Sela's arm twitched, preparing to flick the rapier across the offending creatures throat, when she felt cold steel at her own neck, and a low, menacing voice spoke in her ear: "Put it away."

She stiffened. The dwarf grinned wider, and the blade at her own neck did not relent. "I'm not about to let that insult pass," she rasped past the razor-edged steel.

There was a hesitation, then the blade withdrew. "Take it outside," the voice said, and the dwarf continued to grin. "Outside, ye say?" the insolent creature crowed. "I'll meet ye there, human."

Sela turned to glare at the interloper - a tall, armored human that she had seen but never met before - and stalked after the dwarf as it headed to the door, her fingers curling and uncurling on her blade's hilt. The dwarf suddenly broke into a sprint as it neared the doorway, and she hurried after, seeing it dodge behind Genaro's smithy.

Sela turned the corner and confronted the dwarf, her blade held ready at her side. The patrons of the inn hurried out after her, most distressed, some amused. The dwarf, trapped, stepped forward.

"Last chance, dwarf." Sela's grip on her weapon tightened. "Take it back."

The dwarf grinned. "No." It stepped closer. Sela pressed her rapier into the creature's throat. The onlooking crowd cringed. "No?"

"'Ow many times do I 'ave to say this? Yer ... a ... thick-headed ... dull-witted ... thrice-damned human!" The dwarf's grin stretched from ear to ear, a malicious and wholly unpleasant sight.

Sela's mouth twitched up into a small, cruel grin of her own. "Fine." Her wrist twitched, and the tip of her rapier slipped through the dwarf's throat, then sliced out the side, a spray of blood following. She didn't flinch as it splashed across her face, but instead glared as the dwarf clutched his throat, blood seeping through his clenched fingers, and sank to the ground, gurgling.

Sela gave the twitching body of the dwarf a hard kick to the ribs, then spit upon its back as blood seeped into the snow. As the creature gasped its dying breaths, she leaned in close to its ear and hissed, "In your next life ... think twice before insulting a woman."

The crowd parted fearfully away from her as she strode back to the inn.

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Muh first CvC! Admittedly on the OAS, but I felt it deserved some special mention.

Now, when we got outside, DM Regas - whose plot, I realized later, I had just thrown into shambles (Sorry, Regas

) - had an Elven mage follow and threaten me with obliteration to try and break up the fight. It also cast a spell on the dwarf to try to shut him up. I didn't include that section because it just sort of broke the immersion.

Anyway ... yup. Ah wins. [Holds bloodied rapier in the air triumphantly]

Burnside7676 · Post by **Burnside7676** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 5:27 am

((Muahaha!

Why haven't we RPed much?

I'm working on a new character. Fredoc Deepocken, halfling of questionable ethics, has returned south.))

dergon darkhelm · Post by **dergon darkhelm** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:07 am

* Hafnar Steelcrag awakens after sleeping for nearly two full days; a result of the combination of exhaustion from the drow attacks and the heavy drinkning afterward. The news of a murdered dwarf took no more than the time needed to eat his morning meal (four eggs, a half pound of bacon and two ales) to reach his ears. Everyone had heard.*

"So I be s'posin the one dat did in da lad be headin' fer da gallows eh?" the dwarf speaks as he finishes his meal.

"Best go o'er to da barracks an' see what dwarf-killin' pig dat rolled inte town be next te da gallows!" *the dwarf spits on the tavern floor, then heads out and strides beyond the gates to see the captain, fully expecting to find the murderer in custody*

((guess I went to bed too early))

Burnside7676 · Post by **Burnside7676** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:00 am

Helmut Smaugart lounged in Dirk's lazily; a heavy, leather bound book in his lap, a mug of fine ale at hand (perhaps too close to the roaring fire, but he didn't mind), and a pipe in hand. He had heard that a dwarf had been killed in the area. Like a great brown cat, he narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance in thought.

"There will likely be a hanging, or at least a chase of some kind," his inner monolouge pondered. "This is good, it will fit in well."

He calculated the going rate on his room and how much longer a bounty would extend the use of the inn. He glanced down at his axe; 'Jamuk' was carved elegantly into the handle. He smiled as he pondered the times that he and his favored weapon had seen.

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:07 am

For the record, the dwarf was challenging me to a fight the whole time. I just didn't include the text here because it would be repetitive and counterproductive to insert "Fight me!" and "Hit me!" every three words.

And the guards ... despite being called ... didn't do a thing.

Aerthrin · Post by **Aerthrin** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 9:56 am

Hehe, 'ol Deg might get a little.. miffed.. lol. *cue pipeorgan duh-dun-duh*

Seriously though, as it was your first CvC I must ask... did yer hands shake? Strange as it might sound, I get so excited/nervous/bubbly when a CvC starts brewing my way my hands /actually/ shake. Makes it tough to type... lol. I don't know what it is about alfa that does it to me... I got over that nervous anticipation before a tussle a long time ago in RL, but here in alfa it still catches me... I love it!

Guess that's a good thing, wish I still had it in real life... it would mean I wasn't such a smacktard as a youth hopping into whatever trouble I could find. ALFA leads to life lessons? Who'd have thought!

Anyways, sounded like some good RP... sometimes these things happen. Keep yer hands steady on the kybd, should ol Deg stump over to your table...

//Aer

danielmn · Post by **danielmn** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 10:30 am

Watching the fire, Elias waited on the foreigner woman to return. To pass his time, he reached into his pack, now full of holes and covered with grunge from the long use, and withdrew his whetstone. Smiling silently to himself, he began to sharpen the blade slowely, letting each stroke do the maximum amount of work.
The slow rasp/ring of the blade was a comforting sound, a sound as familiar as the howling wind of the north itself. When satisfied, he returned the blade to the frog on his back and put away the whetstone. Taking out his bow, the string was set in place and he reached into his pack for a block of wax. Just then, a youngish female approached him, holding out her blade, of all things, point first. Grinning, she looked at Elias..."mine too, down the edges to the point".
Sighing, ELias replied "set it on the floor", but instead of leaving the blade with him, like so many others would have done and dismissed him, she set down and watched. Still stroking the string with the wax, he looked into the girls eyes. He felt pity for her...she kept on speaking of blood. He finished his bow, sooner than need be, then took her sword....barely discernable as a sword, in fact....dull, pitted,stained and spotted, long years of use evident. Sighing, he found his whetstone again and began the labor of sharpening and removing nicks.
A commotion was afoot. Elias looked up to see an elf laying unconcious on the floor, all gathered around him.....except for the annoying, bossy female. It appeared to him, when traveling with her earlier, that she had taken control of the group and was more than a little offended at his trying to lead her company in safely. Nodding to himself at seeing the woman not helping, he went back to sharpening the sword, which took no little time. When finished, he proceeded to show the girl how to give and recieve a blade to a friend when another commotion was in evidence.
Looking back up Elias saw a blade bared in the common room of the inn, by none other than the bossy, order people around, expect all demands to be met woman. She had her rapier against the dwarves neck, the dwarf unarmed and blinking. Cursing under his breath at hearing her threaten his life, Elias drew his blade at her demand for an apology or die to the dwarf. He placed his blade at her throat, wondering at the irony to be in her shoes. To place a blade, and then have one placed....not a good position to be in. "Put the blade away." The stuffy woman stiffened, still demanding an apology for her fool pride. "there will be no blades drawn here, take it outside". He sheathed his blade, thinking the end had made itself evident.
He sat back down in the chair by the fire, satisfied that order had been maintained. He looked back up...everyone was leaving for the outside, including the dwarf. Elias was slow to anger, but this childishness infuriated him. Long minutes passed in which Elias calmed himself. He rose from his chair and proceeded to the front of the inn. Outside, the company was gathered, the bossy female again egging the dwarf, the dwarf egging on the bossy woman....But the right of it was clear. The dwarf had not drawn a weapon. At all. And she had. SHe was the threat. wide around the gathering and up the hill to the mission, Elias sat down and took out his bow. The range was perfect...He could easily drop her. He heard murmerings, the female elven arcanist casting a spell. THe dwarf was wounded. Elias shook his head, stood up, and proceeded down the hill. He approached the gathering from the rear.
Looking at all gathered, wondering what was wrong with them all, why anyone wasn't stopping this foolishness, he asked the woman if she had been wounded. She replied that she had. Seeing no wound, he asked "physically?" No, was the reply. Fool pride damaged. Elias shook his head. "And you dwarf?" He did not need to ask, he saw the blood. "who did this?" THe turning of the heads toward the elven mage gave away the answer. "You would do well to leave now, the guards will be here in five minutes." Marching away, he knew that would be the end of it. Elais opened the gates and reported to the guards. "lawlessness is afoot inside the walls, your help is requested."
Re-entering the gate....the dwarf had been slain by the bossy one,she on her way to the inn. He drew his sword and sheild, stepping in front of the inn door to block her. She glared at him "problem?". "I don't think so" he replied as he saw the guards come through the gate. SHe went into the inn, obviously not wanting to talk to the guards.

Aftermath... The guards did nothing. Her friends lied for her, told the guards it was a challenge...and they beleived, though the dwarf never drew a weapon. Blood had been spilt in the only safe haven in the area, lawlessness had been permitted and the culprit not even detained. If the "duel" had been outside of the gates...with the dwarf armed and also meaning harm...it could pass....but not this.... The woman had defiled the only bastion of order in these wilds, and she must be punished...

NickD · Post by **NickD** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 11:33 am

*click* Ooooh! The OAS.

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:12 pm

danielmn wrote:<snip>

I see I'm managing to pull off a bitch convincingly well.

the dwarf never drew a weapon

I'm pretty sure it was a Monk. He, OOC even, seemed awfully eager to fight, even unarmed. I was actually getting nervous, thinking this was a level 2 Monk or something that was going to whup poor Sela.

Seriously though, as it was your first CvC I must ask... did yer hands shake?

Yes, but not until the aftermath, as the adrenaline buildup started to fade. That's why I came in here and wrote the story, to get time to calm down.

I think it's because of the threat of loss to the player; of the time spent invested in the character and backstory going down the tubes. None of which applied to the player of the dwarf, as he amply proved throughout the night ....

Actually, with all the threats of violence against poor, maligned, misunderstood Sela

, I'm starting to get all twitchy again. 'Scuse me.

danielmn · Post by **danielmn** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 6:59 am

beleive he was a monk..does that mean you don't know because he didn't strke at you???therefore was unarmed????

And yes, the B**** level is awesomely portrayed, actually reminds me of one of my ex's on her period...and you can see why she is an ex.

Excuses excuses.....

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:04 am

danielmn wrote:beleive he was a monk..does that mean you don't know because he didn't strke at you

Of couse he struck at me. But he missed, because I'm awesome.

danielmn · Post by **danielmn** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:51 am

Elias Has offically swallowed his sense of justice, ignored the chaos caused in Tervale, in order to remain on the good side of any and all participating. All future char. will be bowed down to in the utmost fashion on the OAS, and all unrealistic events siding with the char, their wants/needs will be ignored.

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:15 pm

And this has absolutely nothing to do with Nalia becoming an immortal, undead fiend with a very, very short temper ...

danielmn · Post by **danielmn** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 11:41 pm

Elias grins behind his full plate.....

"YOu see dear, there is this little thing called sarcasm" he says, sharpening an oak stake.

Immortal....care to test that THEORY....

LBaeldeth · Post by **LBaeldeth** » Thu Dec 08, 2005 12:25 am

*Starts polishing fangs* Bring it on, lunch.