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Walking in unfriendly streets...; Iolanthe
Topic Started: Wed Jan 23, 2008 5:29 am (384 Views)
Tarren
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There were soft foot steps as the Half-Elve walked the almost empty streets of Taras. Tarren found it safer to travel in the night then during the day but there was the occasional… ”Hey! Half-blood get over here!” A rather overweight man spat. Tarren sighed as he turned around slowly his hand resting on the hilt of his blade slowly. ”What is it that you need? Please I have no quarrel with y-… Before he could finish the man snapped his fingers as three other men came out of the alleyways. They seemed more like vigilantes than organized town guard. ”We do not take kindly to your kind in these streets Half-Blood but we will refrain from violence if you pay a small toll…” He said with a laugh as the ruffians pulled out crude looking clubs being that they probably could not afford actual arms.

Tarren sighed softly not having much coin off of him he just stood his ground as he looked at the group of three converging on him as he stood there silently. ”My good sir it is rather rude to interrupt someone who wishes to negotiate in a civilized manner. I perchance do not have much gold pieces on me but surely we can come into some-…” Again Tarren was interrupted rather rudely as the fat man laughed rather loudly. ”There are no negotiations it is in the matter if you will pay the toll or not. If you refuse to pay it then I guess we might need to toy with you. Discussion is over Half-Blood and we will not listen to any more tainted words from your lips. Tarren sighed as one of the men came forward and was about to smack him with the club as Tarren quickly cut it completely in half. He then slammed his hilt against the mans chest knocking the wind out of him and forcing him onto his knees. ”Since you will not listen to reason… Then I must be forced into taking means into my own hands…” He said in a serious manner as he quickly charged toward the next man then suddenly did a sharp turn and sprinted down an empty street.

The Fat mans eyes went wide as the person that was knocked down finally got back up onto his feet. ”Quick boys get that dirty Half-blood!” He spat as Tarren sprinted down the street until he made it to a dead end. He cursed silently as he turned around seeing the fat man waddling as the three clubbed men had him cornered. Then suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as he fell to his knees. Another man seemed to come out of nowhere. Hell… There was four armed men instead of three. Tarren should have expected that. He painted as he looked up to the fat man who now pulled him up by the color of his tunic then punched him in the jaw. ”As I said half-blood… Your kind is not welcome to walk in these streets…” He said quietly as Tarren winced in pain as he reached for his blade one of the thugs batted his hand away….
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Iolanthe Lucine
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Iolanthe walked down the darkened streets, actually, not drunk. It was a disgusting change for her. By this time she would be singing down the streets, carrying a load of rum in her hands and a few canteens for the road hanging from her belt. But on this evening she was miserably sober. The wind seemed to whistle through her hair, giving hints to her genasi heritage, and her leather boots pattered against the stone streets of Taras. Lovely city, they always said, and Iolanthe didn’t mind it too much, especially because it was a port city. There was a faint ocean breeze to the air, which placated Iolanthe’s mood slightly.

Though it wasn’t even five minutes out and Iolanthe couldn’t help but over-hearing some loud bugger ragging on some poor half-breed. Oi, it wasn’t like the little lad popped outta his mother’s womb and said ‘hey! I wanna be a half-breed scourge of the world!’ Iolanthe sighed, wanting the noisy ruffian to shut up. She had an alcoholic withdrawal heachache and she’ll be damned if she was going to let a mere thug cause her night to go tumbling into the pit of an even worse night. The She-Pirate came around a corner to an alleyway seeing the poor lad surrounded by four brutes. She rolled her eyes. Ah, perfect, four drunken bastards going to rough a kid up. She tilted her head, placed one hand on her hip, and clicked the top of her mouth in disgust. “Oi, lads, don’t ye have a better place ta be than roughin’ up a stupid kid, eh?”

Her other hand was placed on the hilt of her scimitar to warn the men that if they decided to do anything funny, she’d be able to change their minds. The pirate was attired in all black, and only her white translucent hair, and electric green eyes seemed prominent in the darkness of the night. She looked down at the kid, seemingly unconscious or awfully beat up. He looked of a noble standing… High Elf maybe… Perhaps he’d be rich. A small smirk danced across Iolanthe’s face. Perhaps she’d get a small fee of appreciation for this, along with a bit of piece and quiet in this stupid city.
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The Half-Elve glanced at the woman as the men turned there heads to look at her.”Stay out of this wench! We are busy doing so business…” The fat man spat but as there was a distraction Tarren was sure to take full advantage of the situation. Suddenly there was a mighty yelp as Tarren kneed the fat man in the stomach causing him to let go of Tarren and to drop on his knees. Within a second Tarrens blade was drawn and he slammed the hilt of it against the fatmans forehead knocking him out cold. He then turned to the other men wielding his blade quit skill fully as he still smiled in a friendly manner. He then swung it against the air skillfully there was a whistling sound within the wind as the blade swung gracefully. He then saw a man come at him with a club.

He quickly did a bottom swing slamming it against the back of the ruffians leg sending him falling on his buttocks and cutting him hamstring. He winced in pain as he grasped the wound that the Half-Elve gave him. ”Learn how to take pain you big baby…” He said quietly as he spat on the man who was on the ground. The other men looked back to the woman and back to Tarren. One of them ran toward Tarren and the other two ran toward the woman and stopped a few feet away from here. ”We are giving you a chance to leave wench! You better take it if ya know what is good for ya.” They said with a soft laugh obviously underestimating her skill. Tarren sighed as he backed up against one of the wall being cornered by the man. He did not want to cause to much destruction. The least he wanted was a town guard investigation…

He then sighed softly as he had no choice as he quickly did a tumble to the side and tripped the man causing him to fall to the ground. He then sprinted to the woman he came to her aid to assist her as the man was now getting back to his feet and regaining his balance. For some reason he was confused was this woman going out of her way to help him. He quickly stopped a few feet away from her as he had his blade pointing at his enemies. ”Leave the woman alone your quarrel is not with her…” He said calmly as his heart pounded in his chest. If someone went out of there way to help him and got hurt he would not be able to live with him self.

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Iolanthe Lucine
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“Stay out of this wench! We are busy doing so business…”

Iolanthe rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, normally I would, but yer makin’ such a racket I can’t ‘ear meself think!” She rubbed her end of her jaw, and then worked her hand around to under her head, cracking her neck. Her right hand soon found its way back to her sword, and she eyed the fat man, and his three cronies. She shook her head and tapped her fingers against the hilt, trying to decide what she was going to do, playing hero and all. With a sudden act of self-defense, Iolanthe grinned, and even considered laughing. Even when the kid was down he still had a good bite.

”We are giving you a chance to leave wench! You better take it if ya know what is good for ya.”

Iolanthe licked her lips and sauntered over to the ruffians, gently unsheathing her blade. “Oi, me dear ‘ol man, bless his soul, the rotten bastard, always busted mah chops fer not listenin’” She grinned and jumped, kicking one of the men in the face, flung around in a flip, and landed, twisting her head forwards slightly with a devilish grin on her face. “Wha’s good fer me mate? Some nice buggard guts?!” She lashed out with her blade, barely slicing over the man’s belly, red soaking his shirt. She still stood there, the man who’d she’d hit in the face was still on the ground, dumbfounded. She slammed her blade down, inches away from his face, with a foot upon his back.


She merely had casted the boy’s help aside. “Oi, lad, back off ye almost got yer soul smacked outta ya!” As if he thought he was going to save her. Men. Always thinking the womenfolk needed some lad babyin’ them and carrying them around and such, well, not this one. Not Iolanthe. She hadn’t needed a man to save her since she was but a wee girl. She grimaced. If anything, she needed a woman to save her from men… Those scalawags and bootleggers… Dirty scoundrels… “Oi, ye want some more ye yellow pot-bellied tit sucker?” Her brows furrowed as she suddenly became enraged, wanting to gut these worthless men to pieces.
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"Oi, tavern wench!" Boots stepped noisily on the stone streets as a half-naked man in a cloak and pants came sauntering from the same direction Iolanthe had arrived in. The boots were a new touch for Theron, just recently stolen after his soft-soled shoes got waterlogged and shredded quite terribly on the streets. If they always made this much noise, he wouldn't be keeping them very long. Nevertheless, Theron shook his hips when he called out the sarcastic "tavern wench" at Iolanthe. "Ya keep hecklin' those poor dead bastards, I'mma have to kick yer arse till ya fall on yer face, and I wouldn't want ta be ruinin' something that pretty, now would I?" It was clear he had been drinking earlier with Iolanthe, as his speech was just as bad as hers.

Stepping up to Iolanthe's mess of "Fat, ugly bastards..." as Theron lightly put it under his breathe when he got a good look at the poor sobs and sneared. "One o' these days, there's gonna be too many of them and one's gonna stick ya with his porker while the other ones hold ya down." He gave that a thought and commented to the sky with a finger on his chin, "But I don't think that many thugs travel together, so... Nevermind." He gave an apathetic shrug, already forgetting what he was talking about.

It wasn't until then that Theron finally noticed the kid that was aparently on Iolanthe's side and Theron couldn't help the raised eyebrow. His loose tongue and lack of what-not-to-say-ness got the best of him. "Oi, Io..." He poked her in the shoulder with his index finger and pointed the thumb on the same hand at the kid. "When did ya become a pedophile?"
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