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  1. Vargos responds to the ranger's questions simply with: "Helm." Upon hearing the commotion and mention of trouble, Vargos takes a big bite of his bread and stands but, being so tall and reacting so quickly, he was not the only one to have bumped his head on the ceiling above. He grunts and restrains from cursing out loud and, clutching and draw his sword partially, he heads for where the commotion is.
  2. Vieta grunts, blinking quickly to try to get his vision back. Then, with a great yell, he goes for the side and slashes away at the old man all the while babbling incoherently for the lady to stay back. Attack: 19+4 (23)
  3. Vargos glances over at the barrel of port, and turns back to his drink. "I'll pass." he says and continues eating.
  4. Vargos continues to chew on his bread, looking around at everyone. He takes note of those who keep to themselves rather than join in the conversation. They are the ones I should watch out for... He thinks on this for a bit and, coming to a resolution, he decides to also keep to himself. They should watch out for me... Before long, however, his patience wears thin and, shrugging, he takes another bite and says to anyone: "How are the drinks?"
  5. "F... Fetch anotha... b-bucket o'... w-water... eh?" Vieta drones to anyone in particular, feeling his eyes droop.
  6. Vargos looks around the meeting room and, seeing the feast, he thinks: Ahhh, this is more like it... However, he abstains himself from pouring liquor, at least, not this early in the meeting. Better have a clear mind to be able to do Helm's work at such a time. He walks toward a chair, preferably away from the Orc (in case she gets grease and crumbs all over him) or from the dwarves (in case they get alcohol all over him), and seats himself at the table. He puts both elbows up on the table and clasps his hand in front of his face as if in prayer, but his head remains up and his eyes scan the room and the people seated at the table. He reaches out and grabs a piece of bread, brings it up to his nose, takes a few careful sniff of the loaf before breaking off a piece and chewing it softly. What am I here for? Vargos wonders. "So, what are we here for?" he asks anyone in general.
  7. Vinny

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    The Irish- James gets up on his feet just as the black man turns around. He dashes for his opponent, his running footsteps on the pavement drawing the white man's attention. "Whaddaya want n-..." With a swift swing of his right fist, the pen James picked up flashes from his hand, black ink still dripping from is sharp metal tip. The white thug's words are cut off as the pen jams itself into his esophagus. He backs away from James a few steps, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets and, in a last desperate attempt, both hands reach up, grabbing at the neck wound. A trickle of purple blood/ink drips from the hole before it gushes in a fountain of crimson, and, with a few gurgling attempts at a scream, the thug falls forward and lands on the pavement, dead. A pedestrians or two stand at a distance, watching in silent horror at what has unfolded. James stands before the dead body, lying on its face with a puddle of blood forming in the region of the head and neck. James' shirt is covered with splatters of the thug's red blood, as is his right hand. Anyone looking at this scene will realize what he has done.
  8. Filthy, bearded little beasts... Vargos stares coldly at the scowling dwarfs as he walks past them following the group wherever he is lead. A knight, bowing like a servant to enter this hole...
  9. Vinny

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    The Brothers- There is a quiet silence for a bit, the only sound the soft, hollow rattling of empty shell casing emptying on the wooden floor. The blond man (now about 4 feet away from Vito, but crawling inch by inch farther), wounded, continues to crawl across the floor, his movement becoming slower and his moans quieter. There is now a rather large puddle of blood on the floor, rather a smear as he has been moving farther and farther away from the door. His clothes are drenched a deep, dark red. Vito and Sal watch the receptionist's desk carefully, waiting for the gunman to show himself. Finally, there is a shout, and a gun appears over the desk, firing blindly in any directions. Two hit an oil canvas on the wall near the door, the painting falling off its hooks and crashing to the floor. A third bullet hits a window near Vito, leaving a massive crack in the glass, and a fourth hits it again, shattering it. Shards of glass cascade to the floor next to Vito, littering the ground with thousands of little sharp bits. In coverage, Vito and Sal fire simultaneously. Vito pulls off two shots at the desk, but they only hit the wood, sending up shards of wooden splinters but leaving gaping holes in the woodwork. Sal manages to get off another shots before he is forced behind the cover of the table. There is a loud bang, as if something hitting wooden, and then silence. Its unclear to the brothers whether they hit anything, but the silence that follows as the smoke clears is eerie. Even the dying blond man's groans have turned to mere weak gasps.
  10. Vieta's initiative= 19
  11. Curious as to who it might be that warned him, Vieta's curiosity dies as soon as he becomes conscious of his predicament. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times before, with a scream ("Ahhhhh!"), he jumps to his feet, his hand clutching the handle of his rapier and drawing it from its scabbard. He shakes the cold water from his hair with few flicks from his head and glares at his opponent, his hand waving the blades in a few arcs as he faced the "blind" man. Then, with another, different yell ("Arrrghhh!"), he charges his opponent, thrusting his rapier towards the enemy. Attack Roll:10 (6+4) [not sure if there's a bonus to charge, forgot... ] (OOC- Oh, your email worked [checked the wrong email, ]. Everything is good! Thanks a bunch, mate!)
  12. "Oyyy..." Vieta says and yawns. And I... just... woke up... too... (Will Save Roll: 7 [no modifiers added]) (OOC- btw, hey haldir, do you still have my char sheet? I disconnect the comp its on, can you e-mail it to me if you do? I'm at [email protected])
  13. Vargos stares at the half-orc as the conversation continues. Upon hearing the little lord bit, he raises an eyebrow, but keeps to himself. All the while, he steps to the inn wall and, with one foot against the wall, leans back with both hands clutching his belt. His attitude, if anything, is more of a lawman than a knight. Strange crowd.... Chuckling at the thought, he reaches into his pouches and produces a pipe and some old dried up weeds. He lights and puffs a few mouthful of smoke, making sure the brim of his hood keeps the water from extinguishing the light. As always, he keeps his eyes open for trouble, not only to himself, but to anyone in particular. When the group is allowed in, Vargos follows the motion to wherever they are led. As soon as he is inside, he removes his hood and shakes the water from his tabbard as best as he can in the limited space. Wetting his glove with the we cloth of his own clothes, he extinguishes his pipe before putting away, than continues moving with the group. I wonder why Lady Darkeyes has sent me here. This is no place fit for one as I. I hope to Helm there be a good reason for this...
  14. Vargos looks up at the sign, then back down at Kurith. Her first comment had startled him, but, more than that, it had annoyed him. He looks her up and down from the below the shade of his soaked hood and scoffs. "I can read, Orc..." he says, "Can you?"
  15. Vinny

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    James- The black man is chuckling to himself when he carries James out, but when the Irishman addresses him as darling, his face suddenly morphs into a scowl. "What did you call, boy?" he says, and jabs James in the stomach. The pain is rather sharp, especially because the blow was unexpected, and it takes James a moment to take several deep breaths to recover. However, the black man has released his grip and, seeing that his comrade has let go, the white man does the same. They leave James on his hands and knees on the curb outside Marlesco's, but the black man boots James in the arse. James loses his grip and falls forward into the gutter, reeking gutter water splashing over his face. The stink is enough to make anyone gag. It doesn't take long, however, for James, to shift onto his back to face the two men. The black man, fuming, has stomped back into the store at the call of his boss. The white man, still laughing lingers for a moment. "Ahaha!" he continues, staring at the black man. "The bastard called ya darlin'! Ahahaha! That lil' Irish prick!" Then, he turns to you and crouches so his face stares at yours, the kind of pose a man would give when he addresses a cute dog. Even his speech reveal this attitude. "Ish dat good enough for schoo, schoo Mick dog!" he coos tauntingly. Laughing, he stands up and turns his back to James, heading back inside.
  16. Vargos approaches the tavern with a strut, his hands resting on the hilt of his blade and walking like a sheriff through town. He is still thinking of that the old lady has told him of the tavern and, with consideration of the danger in the city at night and the possibility that he might be braving such a time of day, he takes notice of the clinking of glass from the bottles of health potion he strapped on the back of his belt, hidden behind his mantle. He sees the group gathering in front of the tavern and wonders if it is open. Its a rainy day, very rainy. Truly no one should be out in the streets like this. Unless they were homeless... He walks closer to them and nods at the nearest one (whoever it might be). "Hail, friend." he says rather boomingly. "Is this the Underdark Tavern?" he asks, to make sure, his tone hinting that he does know it is the Underdark Tavern, but the question was neccesary for sake of protocol. Meanwhile, being closer to the group, Vargos takes a closer examination at each faces, realizing they might not be mere beggars after all.
  17. Vinny

    The Family

    Vito and Sal- "Hey get back, ya cowards! Ya scared, huh? Get back here!" the blond guy continues shouting as he follows the brothers. As the Vitale brothers leave the joint, they quickly take position by the door with their guns drawn. Vito moves in first and, as soon as he re-opens the door, he finds himself staring face to face with the blond guy just about to open the door himself. For a moment, the blond guy stops in his track and glances down, seeing the gun pointed for him. He looks back up, his ice-blue eyes meeting Vito's and, after a split-second pause that felt like eternities, he opens his mouth to shout and tries to to jump clear. But Vito's gun fires, roaring its fury as it unleashes its deadly projectile. The blond man grunts, as if all the air had been knocked out from his lungs. He clutches for his stomach where the bullet had hit him and, stumbling back with one arm flailing in vain for something to lean against, he falls to the floor and rolls over on his side. "Oh elf! Boss!" the man with the fedora shouts, running for the receptionist's desk while also firing his gun blindly at the brothers. He gets off three snap shots, all three of them flying wild. One, however, hits the wall near to Sal's ear, missing it by an inch, leaving a gapping, shredded hole in the wooden planking. Sal, however, manages to fire back, snapping off two shots. One of them misses completely and hits the wall. The other shot barely misses the man, and he manages to reach the desk. He hops over the receptionist's desk, his fedora falling from his head (revealing black hair), but he safely lands behind it and remains crouched behind cover. On the floor, the blond man has begun to try to crawl away from the brothers. One arm he is using to try to force himself across the carpeted floor, his movements slow and with every inch leaving a trail of blood-soaked carpet in his wake. He grunts painfully with every effort; his other hand is clasped over his belly, blood dripping over his fingers and staining his white shirt crimson.
  18. Vinny

    The Family

    Vito and Sal- Walking away from the confrontation, the brothers reach the door but not without reaction from the two men. The blond man, his face contorted into a grimace of rage, turns to face Sal. "Ya got some nerves, commin' in 'ere, what? Where ya goin'?" he hisses. "What, ya think ya tough, huh? F**kin' tough guys, huh? Ya think ya can walk in 'ere and tell me whose boss, huh? Tell me? ME! What?" The blond man grabs a book from the lounge coffee table and throws it at Sal. Sal's arm comes up instinctively for defense and he blocks the book from hitting him in the face. "Did I tell you two gaffones you can leave? Huh?!" the blond man shouts, "Where ya goin'? Where ya goin'? What, youse gotta go f**k yo motha now or somethin'? Huh? Where ya goin'?" he repeats, walking towards the two brothers with both arms outstretched, a challenging posture. Sal notices the old clerk at the counter has disappeared and is nowhere in sight. Next to the stairs, the man with the fedora is also beginning to pace towards the brothers. In the commotion, he has managed to draw his weapon, but he is holding it casually by his side, a dull silver revolver. James- James looks around and he sees that the black man doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons, at least not under his jacket nor anywhere on his front body. The white man's gun, however, is in clear sight, holstered in a brown leather rigging hidden underneath the left breast of his jacket. James is being carried by the arms with his feet dragging on the floor. His left arm is being held by the white man and the other by the black man. The white man's grip seems tighter.
  19. (Sorry for the delay) Vargos looks at the woman as he takes the bottles of potions and stows them carefully away into his knapsack. "I am to meet someone there, I believe. Might you know what kind of place it is? What kind of people go there?" he asks.
  20. "How about both?" Vieta says to the old man and, fishing in his pocket for a silver coin, drops it into the man's donation pot. "How about a nice tune to sing along to... Know any sea chanties?" He thinks for a moment. "How about "The Damn Blue Ocean"? "Fisherman's Bane"? "Tom and the Naked Mermaid"? You know, the one that goes something like: Then there was Tom, Who saw a naked mermaid! Uhhhh... da-dum-da-dum-da-dum" He starts mumbling the parts he didn't know or didn't remember. "Know that one?"
  21. (Sorry for the delay, busy w/ summer school) Those up in the command room watch, as if a movie is playing, the issue ensue. Over on the left, Eddie is ganged by the thugs on his back. Reaching behind, he manages to push one off and grab another, pulling the hoodlum kicking and punching from his back. Yet as he pulls one off, another jumps on him from the front and clutches him around the chest like a wrestler. He punches mercilessly for the face, landing at least five blows and repeating this furious pounding. Meanwhile, Cricket jumps behind the thug and shoots him in the leg. The bullet hits him in the back of the shin and probably shatters the bone, because he screams in agony and tumbles onto the floor, his knife clattering against the asphalt. However, as he straightens, Cricket is caught off guard by the chain-wielding thug and, in a blur of movement, the metal chain shoots out from behind his head and suddenly lashes itself around his neck, garroting him. With every breath he takes, each one seems to become harder and harder to breathe in. He hears from his left ear an ecstatic cackle from his attacker while in front of him, he notices the bat-wielding thug walking over the body of his wounded friend and coming at you with his weapon. Pulse unleashes powerful sparks into the hands of his aggressors. Two of them are shocked and clutches their hands in pain. Another, wearing brass knuckles, screams as the electricity flows through his hand and sears his flesh. He manages to remove it, and falls to his knees, grasping at his burnt hand. The fourth jumps out of the way, the bolt flying stray and hitting the chain link fence, the spark flowing through the fences and up severals light poles connected to the fence posts, shattering several bulbs and turning a few on. However, before he could react, the fourth thug savagely tackles the hero to the ground. Everything goes white for a second with an aching pain in the chest, but as Pulse recovers from having the wind knocked out of his chest, he suddenly feels a second aching pain from his back and realizes he is lying with his back on the pavement, staring up at the blue sky. Suddenly, he sees the fourth thug appear, looking down at him, and the hoodlum begins to stomp on him while he is down.
  22. Vieta stops for a second and carefully looks at the old man. He gazes at the blindfold and, with his hand, waves it in front of the man's face to make sure he was blind. "How did you know I was here, old man?" he asked, not unkindly but rather in a conversing tone. Either he has very good ears or more...
  23. Vargos thinks for a moment and plunks down 40gp for 4 bottles of the cheaper potion. "So, madame..." he ventures as he fishes the money out from his pouch, "Have you ever heard of an Underdark Tavern?" <Gather Info>
  24. Vinny

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    James- You hear laughter, two sets of them, coming from the two guard watching your "drunken" antics. From behind the desk, you can ear but you can't see the thugs. The boss-looking guy, however, doesn't seem to buy it, or, at least, doesn't find any humorous in the scene. You only hear his mutterings and cursing and, suddenly, the two men's laughter die down to chuckles and finally stops. "Alright, get over there!" you hear the boss guy's voice saying, "Go on, get that bastard on his feet. Get him the hell outta here." As you lay there on the floor with a pen in your hand, you see the white thug and the black appear around the corner. They look down at you with wide, amused grins, and the one with the felt cap taps you on the shoulder with his foot. "C'on! Time to find yer'self anoth'a drink and git! G'on!" the black guy says. He slowly steps forward and grabs you by one arm, trying to lift you up. The other guy grabs the other arm and, together, they pull you to your feet. "Alright, throw him out the door!" you hear the boss guy say. "Yes, sir!" the white thug says. The two thugs begin to drag you slowly towards the door.
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