[Episode] The Tavern of Hotheads

Mon Sep 23, 2019 3:42 am

Episode:

~The Tavern~

"Susu Susu Susu"

The newbie pirate had landed on Lvneel about three months ago, because there had been rumors of some pirate crews springing up in the district of Alf. Alf hadn’t always been his way, but the current led had been assassinated recently, which resulted in a more lawless state than usual. Alf seemed to fit the bullet points that René needed for a base of operations while he contained to scout out the various factions of criminals on Lvneel. The major players on Lvneel didn’t seem to be completely criminal based, but René discovered that numerous knights of Lvneel seemed to be of the corrupt nature. The only up and coming crew that he learned about was The Drunken Pirates, which were lead by a man that goes by Dante. The rumors around Alf was that Dante paid off the corrupt knights of Lvneel to allow him to do his business in the bar of The Bold Boar Tavern.

The Half Mink had decided to see exactly what these pirates were all about, and he wanted to see the exact limit of their influence no the Lvneel Knights. Who knows?! Maybe René could sway the Knights into his direction. He did have a track record of winning in fight. So he made his way down to the Bold Boar, rented out the second floor bedroom, and set up shop to handle all the intel he was going to cook up on Lvneel. He needed to figure out where wanted to make his grand entrance into the limelight of the World.

The night was chiller than most on Lvneel, and René had gone to bed early. He always loved to sleep not he colder nights, because he always felt like he was comfortable in the cold than hot. Unbeknownst to him, he unconsciously heats up his body enough to give off heat waves due to his Devil Fruit. So everyone in the Bold Boar over the last three months had figured out that it was best to stay off the second floor when he went to bed. Due to him staying there, The Bold Boar’s business had picked up a lot at night, because the whole second floor became a ghost town whenever he finally laid his down to sleep.

Shattered across the floor of the sleeping mink, papers from his investigation into the Drunken Pirates had provide him with a list of nights that Lvneel Knights would make their annual stop for money and intel on the other criminals in the Alf state. René Manchester had gone to bed earlier to make sure by the time the knights came by that everyone else had already gotten too hammered and left the bar of rate evening. This would put the time just before midnight when Dante and his crew got the bar ready for the visit. Dante had a uniquely of setting up the bar, because he enjoyed an open area to give the room a better feel, and he seemed to bump into a lot of things while he was intoxicated as well. The crew would leave out a single table with enough chairs to seat himself, his crew, and at least three Knights if they decided to send that many. Before the knights would arrive, Dante would use his crew to beat a local into submission, make him pay for their protection, and sent the poor man on his way. That interaction would be enough to wake the sleeping giant on the second floor, dress quick enough to put on his armor, and grab his staff before leaving his room.

He was going to make his move on the Drunken Pirates and their deal with the Knights of Lvneel. Stepping off the stairs and turning towards the crew of four men, René would smile revealing his canine sharp teeth before letting a small chuckle escape his lips. “Sususu. Dante, you gotta learn how to work man. The yelling would wake the dead if everyone upstairs wasn’t passed out drunk.” The half mink would turn to face the group while leaving the door to his left and perfectly within his sight. He had worn typical white short sleeved v-neck with a pair of dark blue jeans. He didn’t move towards the group nor did he let his guard down. Before they could say anything else, René spoke, “I don’t want too much trouble. I just wanna know how you deal with the Lvneel Knights. Despite Alf being lawless, They seem to still hold some order here.” Dante’s crew would look at him just as he broke out into a drunken laugh. “You think you can just pop up in Alf and jump right into the workings. You gotta know someone here, kid. I have lived here my whole life.” Dante would take another gulp of his liquor before pointing his finger at the half Mink. “You don’t stand a chance against the Knights around here. I get by only because I pay them some money from my business in Alf.”

“Well. I guess that means I don’t need your help then.” The wolf mink seemed to get a bit excited because he seemed to taunt the pirates by waving them to come at him. Obviously the grunt looked at their boss only for him to wave them forward too. “Take him out back and beat him. Come back when you are done.” The three stood up to face René only for the doors of the Tavern to swing open. This had to be the knights of Lvneel, and didn’t they pick a good time to finally show up.

MADE BY MINNIE OF BTN

COMBAT TRACKERS:

Mon Sep 23, 2019 3:54 pm

Journey to Alf

Atop his horse, Castor held onto the reins tightly, constantly shaking his head in-between intervals in attempts to stay awake. As a result of his battles in Vana and Asgar, the Masked Knight Bastion had been picking up a nasty habit of getting seriously injured, a habit that Castor the pirate was dealing with on a long-term basis.

Honestly, the detour to Alf was much appreciated, anything to get away from the Jotun Hold. If it wasn’t other Knights shrugging their duties on him or Bizelle heckling him for whimsical requests, Castor was on a constant tight rope act that left him mentally and physically exhausted.

At times his character would indeed slip, and on those days a suit of armor would be found somewhere in Jotun, containing the corpse of his agitator. Unfortunately, the chance to sink his blade into the most annoying of his cancerous obligations had not arise, as he’d been riding next to him, absolutely entertained at Castor’s aches and pains. Dax didn’t need or care for a disguise, so he honestly found it hilarious that he’d been getting banged up ‘playing Knight’ as he’d call it. Every hour so, he’d feel a gold marble thump against his injuries, sometimes, even reopening them.

Whether it be his abdomen or shoulder, the long journey was made even longer with Dax looming to fulfill his own greedy amusement. Luckily, Alf was in sight, however the vast forest life that enshrouded the district was plastered in the scent of blood. The welcome sign that stood on an arch at the border was hanging on the side, long detached from it’s upright bolts.

Symbolic, the guards were slouching just the same, the smell of fresh booze and vomit lingered on their person. Signs of them bathing recently according to the odor that hung in the air, pointed to days, maybe even weeks since the last encounter with a shower head.

Without any search to enter, the two rode into the District, the locals taking notice to Dax’s gold laden stallion. Most nobles didn’t take the main entrance into the city where looters and beggars waited in anticipation to strike. Their arrival wasn’t any different, from the time the duo passed under the arch bearing Alf’s sign, the conmen sprung into action.

“Any spare change Sire?!” one man shouted.

“I got some of the finest women in all of Alf at my brothel gents! Former Princesses of the Alf’s Royal Line… at prices affordable to men of your stature! “ another shouted.

“Please… Sirs. I haven’t eaten in days.” Another voice pleads.

Sighing, Castor would form a small electrical field around themselves that’d shock anyone who came into close quarters with similar voltage to that of a Taser. Once the first five or so bodies hit the ground, with almost, no effort from the Knights, the people scattered, assuming the duo was cursed by the Gods. Watching in awe, the stalkers trailed behind them until they had entered into uptown Alf, a district plastered with Inns and Eateries. Unable to follow any further in fear of the lurking human traffickers that circled these parts, Alf gave new meaning to the words – ‘Lawless State’.

The sound rattled off from about ninety meters away but Castor heard them from afar due to his Devil Fruit’s properties. Five Cannonballs, all-fired from the handle-held launchers, one from the top of a building, one from their flank and remainder to their flank, from both sides.

“You might want to duck Dax. It seems all that gold on you has made us a target.” Castor declared yawning, intercepting the two coming his way by shooting off a lightning bolt from his finger that curved. Taking out the projectiles to the front and the right. The sound of the explosion startled his horse, causing him to enter into a frenzy. Using his Conqueror’s Will, the Knight suppressed his horses anxiety instantly. A small intimate aura that permeated around his person, reassuring the beast of burden of his presence.

Word Count: 671 | Tagged: @### @Goldmonger @René Manchester

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Mon Sep 23, 2019 7:51 pm

Dax enjoyed seeing his tiny captain shirk in pain with every bump on the road, the injuries from playing mr. hero finally taking their toll on him. So much so, that during the long ride he would periodically manipulate Castor's golden armor to become less comfortable in certain areas, namely where his wounds were located. This went on for most of the trip, occupying much of the goldmonger's time as his golden clad horse trotted behind Castor's own steed on the trail to Alf. While Castor had been playing hero to the common folk, Dax had earned a name as a bodyguard for nobleman, taking easy high paying jobs traveling from hold to hold. Most of which he spent sleeping inside of the employers cab, only awakening for meals and battles. Once in a awhile there would be a small skirmish, which most of the time Dax was more than happy to let the weaker foot knights handle them, boost their confidence, let him nap, a very win win situation in his mind. Though every once in a while, when murmurs would begin to swell about why they needed him, Dax would exit the carriage and display his power before returning to his slumber, like that of a male lion. The nobleman become enamored with him, quickly spreading the word of his capable abilities, leaving no shortage of work.

As the unlikely pair trotted into town, the smell sat on the air like a wave of humidity, a stench so strong one could taste it without opening their mouth. This was Alf, the hold of bandits and thieves. Any noble who had once called this place home had been long gone, with majority of them leaving when Stein executed their leader Edd Ward to spark the embers of rebellion. Leaving only the poor and wicked to their ways, once noble mansions and estates reduced to nothing but run down gang houses and pirate dwellings. Though the news of this has reached the ears of few outside the country, while the rumors run rampant, Alf was isolated in its location, being border with Muspell to the left and Jotun to the right. Both of which control every bit of information that enters and exits their borders, leaving the other holds at their mercy.

"Place looks worse than it fuckin smells." Dax snarled, his sensitive nose clearly bothered by the lingering stench as they slowed their pace coming into town. The pair drawing the eyes of all those in the streets, their mouths watering at the mount of gold that literally just walked into their town. With not only Dax and his steed drawing their awe, as Castor's flamboyant golden armor attracting the same amount of attention. The cries echoed out, all begging for one thing, Dax's gold, something he would never part with no matter the circumstances.

Then, breaking the monotony of seemingly endless beggars, cannon fire rung out, scattering the crowd like the insects they were. Leaving Castor and Dax wide open in the middle of the street. The shots rung through the air, three of them targeted for himself with the remaining two towards the pipsqueak captain. As soon as the cannon fire entered into his gold dust field, they became coated in a fine gold dust that melted together and hardened, halting their momentum and dropping them to the ground, lifeless and dead.

Then, the roaches came running back, they swarmed the golden cannonballs, trampling and clawing at each other for the chance to carry away what they thought to be fortune. Though, unfortunately for them it was nothing more than fool's gold, Dax snapped his fingers, causing the gold to melt away from the cannonball, revealing the iron underneath before forcing them to rupture and explode, decimating the bystanders in their wake, forming a crater for their graves.

"How bout a fuckin drink, cap'n?~" Dax whistled, spurring his horse away from the carnage, the ominous tune drifting on the wind. The rotten stench now replaced with the smell of burnt flesh, something the pair was much more accustomed too.

Sun Sep 29, 2019 11:41 pm

~The Tavern~

"Susu Susu Susu"

The chaos outside of the tavern was reaching closer and closer to The Half Mink and his current plans. The door swung open to the tavern to reveal a peasant from the little situation with the Lvneel Knights, and he had nothing but pure fear on his face. The three grunts of Dante had already began their move towards René Manchester. The Mink quickly let his natural electro skills enhance his vision before deciding that he needed to clear the area to fight Dante one verses one without any of his henchmen getting in the way. “You definitely fucked up now, Dante. Susususu!” René laughed as he swung his bo staff around his head before striking the fleeing poor person right int he skull, which would in turn knock him unconscious directly in front of the door. Alerting anyone who came in next that a fight had definitely broke out between the people inside. {Electro Enhanced Reflexes Used}

The three gents of Dante were next. They paused only briefly by the sudden take down of the bystander who didn’t stand a chance. Placing his hand in the middle o fish bo staff, René Mancheste kicked the bottom of his staff to launch a surprise attack that would land perfectly on the jaw of one of the grunt, and he quickly spun the staff around to clock the two other grunt in the head and neck. This would place all the people aside from The Mink and Dante, the Drunk. Before René could turn to face his net opponent, Dante let loose a loud laugh while slamming his hand down on his table. “You think these Knights will help you? hohoho. You better attack me first boyo. If not, the knights will only arrest you for me when they finally get here.”

The air within the Tavern was silent and tense, René was twirling his bo staff back and forth while locking eyes on his opponent. “Will these knights help him? They easily take the money given by him, but would they make a deal with a new face? The are my current options.” The Red Wolf Mink was thinking quietly to himself as he heard the sound of horses ring out not far off in the distance. He needed to make a decide soon. Would he go big and try to take out the Pirate Captain before the Knights arrive, or will he simply wait to find out the loyalty of the Knights of Lvneel to someone paying them.

“Come on, boy! Let’s see what you got?” Dante soon up from his table with a little bit of a stumble in his stance. The Drunken Captain was a skilled user of the Drunken Fist style of fighting. He took a small sip of his liquor skin before getting down in a little bit of a loose ended stance, which could provide difficult to someone that is used to brawler types of bouts. The two would stare each other off before making a move on one another as soon as the two Knights from Outside entered the Tavern. They would come in at the exact moment the two pirates would begin their clash. All the Attention would fall on the winner of the first clash of combos!

MADE BY MINNIE OF BTN

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Mon Sep 30, 2019 2:35 pm

Journey to Alf

Quickly wiping out the alien attackers, the Jotun Knights asserted their dominance. Any other parties who were looming in the wake to attack definitely were thinking twice now and the current prospects were left decimated by the wayside. Tugging his horse towards a nearby pub incompliance to Dax’s desire for a drink, the Captain smiled beneath his mask, always ready to throwback. Setting their horses by the nearby trough, relinquishing their reins to the wooden holster, Castor darted ahead rushing to clear to open the bar’s doors. As soon as the man’s body aligned with the doorway however, the incoming speed of a human ricochet almost sent him tumbling towards the ground.

Moments before the random patron fell into contact range, Castor’s Sixth Sense alerted him of the incoming projectile. Using his size and nimbleness to his advantage, Castor would leap into mid-air, rolling his body along the man’s own. Tumbling into the bar in a knelt position, a beast man’s rampage was in progress. The Six Footer had wild eyes about him, symbolic of the man’s red fiery head. Using a pole arm, the man’s movements were compact, Castor seeing some similarities to his own form. However, the man’s style was much more disciplined, a controlled rage that truly showed Castor the difference between fighting with instincts and experience. It was as if his actions lacked gusto, or any sign of vibrance, a stillness that seemed almost lazy even.

“Oi Dax! Look at this guy’s movements.” Castor declared. Murmurs around the room began to register about the Knights arrival. Uneasiness among the locals added to their desperate pleads to not be involved in another pirate squabble, but much like a pin dropping in the middle of a vast forest, from miles away, the pin’s sound much like these people’s cries would be negligible. Pulling up a chair next to an empty window seat, the Masked Knight shouted.

“Place your bets. My moneys on the Red Head.” Bastion declared.

“Umm… Should a Knight be gambling on a bar fight?! How about breaking it up?!”the whole bar cast exclaimed together.

Nodding his head in approval to the people's request, "Right. Right. The loser goes to jail for this whole thing then." Castor replied.

"EH. THAT'S NOT WHAT WE MEANT!"the whole bar screeched.

Word Count: 671 | Tagged: @### @Goldmonger @René Manchester

Notes: Place your bets!

Wed Oct 02, 2019 4:36 pm

Dax swaggered over towards the dingy wooden bar, taking advantage of the bartenders abscense since the fight had broken out. He leaned over the sticky counter, fishing out a bottle of Goldenschlager from behind the counter. "Finally." Dax mumbled, "A place with some fuckin class." He finished with a snarky undertone, knowing full well the irony in those words, as the tiny little tavern on the outskirts of Alf was far from an establishment of class. Even before the minkman's brawl the pub had little to boast about, with a collapsing ceiling and rotted wooden chairs.

With a golden fanged smile, Dax used his canine to uncork the bottle before firing the plug across the room and putting the bottle to his lips, before throwing bag a large swig. He wandered over towards the table the Castor had begun taking bets at, the bystanders swarming around shouting out numbers and names. The nicknames for the fighters began to fly, many of them in favor of the new, more savage blood of the minkman given his early success against Dante's cronies. Though Dante was not without his faithful, with a large faction developing for him as well. This led to quite the large pile of currency forming onto the table, something that had caught the greed sins eye as he knifed through the crowds. "Alright, alright, alright.~" Dax mumbled rhythmically, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. The goldmonger drifted his hands ever so slightly along the pile of gold and beli, similar to how one would caress a lover, quieting the crowd as he did so. After a moment, he noticed the crowds gaze setting upon him, "I'm all in...the big one" He murmured, drifting his eyes up to meet those who were glaring at him, his own expression like that of crazed killer, wide eyed and smiling.

Snapping back, Dax's expression changed, his bottle arm shot into the air before waterfalling a good bit of liquor down his gullet. "Liquor all around!" He shouted, passing the bottle around to the ground, changing the mood back to its rowdy bar scene. Dax pulled up a chair next to Castor as the mob guzzled down the high dollar liquor. He sat down and kicked up his feet onto the table, leaning his weight onto the back spokes. "So what's the plan ya little fu..-!" Dax started, before his words were replaced with his body tumbling too the floor, and the audible sound of the chair crumbling under his weight. His large frame hit the beer soaked wood with a thud, once more drawing the attention of those around him. "One. Fucking. Word. Fucking. Shrimp." Dax barked out in a rage, "And I fucking swear, I will kill you and everyone else, in this fucking building."

Thu Oct 03, 2019 12:46 pm

René Manchester uses LT (Electro Slide) on Himself
René Manchester uses LT (Banquet's Song 2: Stungun) on Dante
René Manchester uses LT (Banquet’s Song 1: Heated Strikes) on Dante
René Manchester uses UT on Dante

Dante uses LT (Drunken Strike) on René
Dante uses LT (Liquor Smack) on René
Dante uses LT (Monkey Steals Peaches) on René
Dante uses UT on René

Thu Oct 03, 2019 12:46 pm

The member 'René Manchester' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 15, 16, 12, 18

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 8, 10, 20, 8

Tue Dec 03, 2019 5:16 am

~The Tavern~

"The Return of The Mad Dog of Dressrosa"

The first clash of attacks were nothing shy of an opening route, René lunged, parried, and bashed at the drunken captain without landing a single hit in the first series of combos. Ultimately just as the Knights entered, the Mink would be pushed back along with his foe to slide about ten meters apart. The knights began to stir up the growing crowd of onlookers and survivors of the Knights attack on the village. Dante looked over at the knights as the “leader” of the duo or at least the one making the decision, and he quickly spoke out against the two. “You think this is funny? Where are the regular knights on patrol?’ Dante was looking for answers, because he could possibly lose in this bout with an unknown stranger.

The second knight to enter, the one who grabbed the liquor from behind the bar before trying to take a seat next to the other one, quickly fell victim to the only downside to this little tavern that the Half Wolf mink found. The horrid appearance and durability of the wooden chairs. The chair he tried to plop down in crumbled under the Knight’s weight. Only one person couldn’t hold their laughter at by, they quickly let out a little snicker before René decided to move forward with his attempt at fame. “Dante, I will finally get to show you and everyone here.. The reason the call me The Mad Dog of Dressrosa.” A rather devilish smirk appeared across the Mink’s face revealing all his sharp canine teeth just as a volley of dark red sparks began to flare up all over his body. [René uses Electro Slide (LT)]

Dante pushed himself back into a standing position just as his Opponent did as well. He took another sip of his liquor before moving into his Drunken Fist Stances. René didn’t wait too much longer after his opponent moved into his fighting styles, but he quickly shot forward at a speed that Dante couldn’t see or even track. The other two knights that were watching the clash between the two forces would easily be able to see the movements of the two men fighting. Would they pick up the Mink’s tricks and techniques? He could only hope because as the half wolf mink moved towards the right of Dante’s position to attack his left side. He quickly charged electro through his Bo staff before “reappearing” next to the Drunken Captain, and he slammed the bo staff right into the ribs of the poor man. Dark red electricity channeled through the bo Staff quickly transferred over to Dante to shock his entire system with enough Electro to put a damper on his reflexes. [René uses Banquet’s Song 2: Stungun]

Before Dante could react, The half red wolf mink quickly followed up with another named attack from his arsenal. This attack didn’t have the electro coursing through it, but he quickly used his Devil Fruit powers to coat the Bo Staff with Dark Red Energy that would bur and increase the temperature of anything that it touches. The next attack on Dante would be aimed towards the right side of his body with a half turn to gather the needed power and movement. The Bo Staff would land true just under the third rib on the right, which would transfer over the immense heat building on the bo staff to that wound. [René uses Banquet Song 1: Heated Strikes] Dante was simply confused on how the boy could adjust his speed that quickly and land two hits on his body with ease. He quickly tried to perform a final block, but Mad Dog lined his third attack with ease, which consisted of a simple front kick to the sternum of the Drunken Captain. [René uses Unnamed Technique] The front kick would push Dante back about 3 meters before the first attacks of René flew out in a mad fury of linked attacks.

Dante, who had just received his first injuries in about six months, spit out some blood from his mouth before quickly making his counter. He rushed forward in a drunken sprint to throw out two drunken jabs that were aimed in a direct manner, but they seemed more crazy and uncontrolled. The Half Mink quickly dodged the first two attack throw in Dante’s Counter. [Dante’s uses two LT’s (Missed)] René was hoping that he could make it through this first real clash of named techniques between the two fighters unharmed, but he quickly realized that wasn’t the case when Dante had used the first two attack to hide his third attack.

Dante reached out to grab the top of René’s torso armor to pull his body towards him to launch a surprise headbutt on René. [Dante uses third LT (Hit)] The half mink’s head intensely fell back as the sound of his nose breaking could be heard through the tavern. Blood shoot out of his nose as Dante leaped into the air high enough to slam his two feet into René’s body armor only to send him flying back into a table close to the Lead Knight. [Dante uses UT [Block/Miss]] The crowd began to pick up in their chanting and cheers as they finally got to see the first splash of blood from body the men. Dante had spit up some blood from his injuries to his ribcage on both sides, and René had a broken nose that was gushing blood down on his neck and chest (body armor). Looking over a the Lead Knight with a smile on his face, René let the blood keep flowing as he reached up, popped his nose back into place, blew out his nose, and said in a mocking tone. “I suppose, you will change your bets now huh?” A rather insane laugh escaped the mink’s mouth as he moved his line of sight back toward his opponent. He figured Dante would be upset about the current situation, but he did land a rather hard blow on the pour man’s face. There could be a possibility that the Mink develops an ugly and crooked nose from that single hit. The fun was just beginning and the end results of the battle were still undetermined.

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Tue Dec 03, 2019 10:54 am

Journey to Alf

Noticing the ringleader of the pack of hooligans had began to address him, Castor simply waited to the man’s question ended and responded with a shrug. “We’re travelling knights from the capital sent to investigate the activities here in Alf.” Bastion explained. As Castor tossed his purse onto the table, “And it’d be more concerned about Beastie Boy over there.” Castor concluded, pointing his finger towards the Red Head Brawler.

One by one, the stranger began to rip through members of the honcho’s posse. Whistling, “His movements are compact. He’s not just winging it. It looks like random violence but every movement is planned.” Castor thought to himself as he’d watched the ‘Mad Dog’ rumble. As the man’s staff made contact with Dante’s body for the first time, a flicker of what seemed to be crimson current fluttered along the weapon, electrocuting the brute. After a few more successive moves, the big boss of the room showed signs of internal bleeding due to the noticeable quantity of blood present in his saliva as he spat on the floor.

As Bastion and the Mad Dogs eyes locked momentarily, as Bastion gawked from beneath his mask, the Rene’s tenacity had awakened something in the pirate captain which wasn’t often seen, curiosity. It was the same feeling he’d gotten when he tasted Dax’s cooking for the first time or set sail with Newport. “No. I’ll double my bets actually. I think I’ve chosen the right one.” Bastion declared. “I just hope you’re not all bark and no bite Mr.Mad Dog. Make it an entertaining show. If he loses Dante, I’ll personally kill him with myself.” Castor concluded grinning beneath his golden mask, which only left gasps for the major bodily senses to operate.

Word Count: 289| Tagged: @### @Goldmonger @René Manchester

Notes: Place your bets!

Wed Dec 04, 2019 6:25 pm

As Dax laid sprawled out on the dingy bar floor surrounded by the splintered bits of the chair that remained, his gaze drifted to the slow moving ceiling fans shadows rippling above. For a moment, just a single instance, Dax felt at peace, relaxed by the almost hypnotic view. Hehe a low chortle came out from the crowd, instantly breaking Dax’s self reflection moment.

The goldmonger rose to his feet, his eye brow twitching as the crowd who noticed what had happened silenced for a moment and parted, quickly revealing the culprit. The small bald man’s eyes slowly drifted upwards to meet Dax’s glare, his eyes shaking with fear as the blood lust radiated off the pirate.

“S-…sorr.-…!” He managed to say before Dax’s golden clad hand planted itself firmly around his neck.

“Get the fuck over here..” Dax mumbled, turning back to the table were Castor was, pushing passed the crowd of people who had gathered for the main event. He reached into his bag o’ gold dust and dipped his hand into it before turning his attention back to his captive, giving him a sadistic golden fanged smile. “I got a fuckin idea!” He snickered as the gold from the bag began to almost crawl up his arm and across the goldmongers body until it reached the old mans. There, the liquid metal enveloped his body, forcing him into a sitting position, with his arms out as if they were on rests, with two solid gold spokes forming from his butt that stretched down to the wooden floor. “Ahhh~!” Dax sighed as he moved his new chair into position next too Castor before he took a seat once more, “Much fuckin better!” Dax cheered, nestling his ass comfortably into the now deceased man’s lap and using his arms as rests of his own.

The crowd around the Jotun knights had crown quiet, disturbed at the sight they had just witnessed, even for Alf that was something of a sadistic action. However, not only was their attention was quickly regained by the stars of the show as their fight began to heat up. No man here was willing to start a fight with a knight from another hold, fearing the possibility of another shield invading the now lawless territory.

Dax snickered at Castor’s words as he responded to the half mink’s jest of changing his bet. “You can kill em, Shrimp.” Dax barked, “But I get his shit!”

Thu Dec 05, 2019 12:40 am

René Manchester uses HT (Banquet’s Song 5: Dog Seller) on Dante
René Manchester uses LT (Heated Yang Palm Method) on Dante
René Manchester uses UT on Dante

Dante uses LT on René
Dante uses LT on René
Dante uses UT on René

Thu Dec 05, 2019 12:40 am

The member 'René Manchester' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 2, 10

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 13, 4, 19

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