Dominium Aviati (RP

[NAvi_warrior64]

" of course, something had to go wrong..." he whispered under his breath as he stood still not fearing flying crossbow bolts nor blood as he witness the situation unfold before him. Saru looked down towards Kal, seeing him taking cover tightly behind a table close to Saru's feet while clinching his right arm in the hopes that no more blood slips out from the wound created by a skull fragment from the now late-bodyguard of the now beaten merchant.Saru's focus shifted back to the situation at hand, seeing the dwarf helplessly laid out on the bar surround by five brute-ish mercs that look like they haven't had a bath in months, their face covered in a mixture of dirt and dry up blood as a sign of their victories or bad hygiene. they simile and laugh sinisterly with their yellowed black-ish teeth as their attention turns towards a Noble-looking gentlemen with his weapon drawn and aimed at the throat of one of the mercs. To Saru he seem like a capable fighter with a lot of combat experiences but even then the odds were 5 to 1.

" even if he is a capable fighter, he can not do this alone" Saru said to himself and at that moment he decided to intervene.

In one fluid motion,he relinquish his cloak and hood revealing his lower arms and other features, making it apparent that he was a Sovani. then he withdrew his two short-swords from their sheaths on his waist with his lower arms at the same time he withdrew his two long-swords from their sheaths hanging off his back with his upper arms. Saru charged towards the group of mercenaries with full force, he could see the fear and surprise in their eyes as he drew closer. With both of his long swords he impaled the first merc piecing right through his body while lifting him into the air, Saru could see his life fade away as the merc was choking on his own blood. Then he quickly dispose of the body by throwing it off of his blades, it landed on a nearby table which broke from the impact of his body. Afterward Saru quickly dispose two other mercs by silting their throats with his short-swords before they were able to get their weapons drawn, leaving only two mercs left, one with his weapon drawn and ready to defend himself and the other still having a blade stuck to his throat by the noblemen.

[Lovecraft]

"Oh god..." Kal said as Saru killed the mercenaries. He was not getting involved in this fight, no way! He thought to himself as he looked at his wound. It still seeped blood and the thing lodged in there was deep.

He eyed the nobleman who looked like a toughened fighter, even for his apparent status. Kal sighed as the body hit the table and broke it.

"All I wanted to do was sell my wares, but no. This has to happen! I should've gone to that other tavern down the road..." He said as the fighting in the bar stopped almost immediately except for the two savage mercs.

[Druless]

To say Drake was surprised would have been an understatement. First, he's holding a merc at the tip of his sword and the next thing he knows, a large Sovani tears apart three of the other mercenaries in the blink of an eye.
'Explains why he was so large. Looks like this has to get dirty.'
He turned his attention back to his man and saw fear in his face. The two made eye contact and the merc was shaking slightly. Drake knew what this meant and try to stop him.
"Don't think about it-" the man, though at a disadvantage, went to draw his sword, but all it took was a straightening of his arm and his sword's point was through the merc's throat and out.
He let the man fall to the floor and faced the last man. He nervously looked between the Sovani and Drake and figured he'd have a better chance with the human. The man charged at him, letting out a battle cry. Drake raised an eyebrow at the decision.
"Poor choice, good fellow."
Drake's other hand subtly went to the dagger handle in his belt behind his back. He skillfully parried the man's strike and moved the swords away, while at the same time bringing the dagger in his other hand around. He gave an unamused sigh when he felt the blade cut through flesh and a gurgling sound came from the man's mouth, as well as blood. His dagger had pierced right through the carotid artery, so when he withdrew his blade, a fountain of blood squirted out from the wound.
The merc looked like he tried to say something but death overtook him and he collapsed on the floor.
"Such a pity...The fool could've just surrendered and lived on, but he acted out of fear." He turned his head towards the large Sovani who had intervened. "Many thanks for your help, sir. I might say, you sure make an entrance."

[NAvi_warrior64]

(OOC: sorry for keeping you guys waiting, I will post tomorrow because I'm a little bit under the weather right now.)

[Druless]

(OOC: Get well, bro)

[NAvi_warrior64]

"don't mention it" Saru responded back to the man while sheathing his blades, then he turned his attention the bartender who was leaning against the bar trying to catch his breathe.

"are you alright? can you stand?" Saru asked

" alright!? I am better than alright!! I would've been a dead dwarf if it wasn't for you two. Come, you need a reward, DRINKS ON THE HOUSE FOR YE !!!!!!!!"The dwarf said with laughter, as he is lucky to be alive.

"Thanks for the offer but im not a heavy drinker myself, but my friend over behind that table could use a drink right about now......and a doctor" Saru responded while pointing to a over turned table where Kal was taking cover, with his upper left hand.

"Aye...any friend of ye is a friend to me, don't worry the Misses is very good with the needle....come seat with me, tell me about your travels mates."
the dwarf said in the most joyful mood saru has ever seen.

(OOC: im back and sorry for the poorly written response, still trying to get over this cold. lets kick this RP into overdrive shall we?)

[Lovecraft]

Kal stumbled over to the bar and smiled at Saru. He looked at the Dwarf bartender and put up a finger and said "Whiskey, and get your wife in here too if you would my kind sir. I'd like to have whatever is in my arm taken out and sewn up before my friends and I tell our story."

The Dwarf brought back Kal's whiskey and smiled "Like I said, on the house! Now let me fetch my wife." Kal said nothing and drank. He poured a little on the open cut which still bled and grimaced in pain.

Finally, the stout Dwarf and his maiden walked into the bar area. "What is this mess?!?! Bodies, broken tables, spilt ale and worst of all hurt customers!" The Dwarven woman shouted as she looked at the two warriors who were unharmed and the merchant who was the only one hurt. "Ugh, let me get my silk and needles..." She said walking out of the bar into the bedroom.

Kal took a shot of whiskey and nodded his head towards the Dwarf, who had a pair of pliers to tear out the piece of skull lodged in his flesh. "Do it." He said in a resigned manner knowing the pain that would come soon. She told Drake and Saru to hold my arms and her husband my feet. She delved in and began to grip on the fragment.

Kal screamed in pain as she tore the large skull bit from his arm. "Now, let's disinfect it." The Dwarf lady said as she took a bottle of scotch and poured it on the cut. The pain was unbearable and Kal passed out.

(OOC: Alrighty, long post! And glad your feeling a bit better Navi! Glad to have you back pal.)

[Druless]

(OOC: Awesome, Na'vi's back!)
Drake caught the merchant's free-falling body before it could cause any more harm to himself. "My, the fellow's unaccustomed to pain I see. Thank you, ma'am, for your astute sewing skills. He'll be better by tomorrow."
He set the unconscious merchant down easily against the bar and claimed himself a stool that wasn't shattered from the brawl. "My, I wonder if this pub's lively like this all the time. That was some fine mauling, my good Sovani. I'm called Drake Banansa."
(OOC: I know my character sounds 17th century-ish, but I've no idea how they talked earlier on, so this can just be his 'accent', so to speak.)

[NAvi_warrior64]

The Dwarven bartender grabbed a couple of iron mugs for these strange travelers and then walked toward a very large barrel filled with dwarven mead behind the bar, it was a bit higher than the bartender so he required a small stool to get at the leaver. with short pull he filled up the mugs with this orange-ish liquid with form rising to the top, then he climbed down from the stool and slammed the drinks in front of the travelers.

"aye...the inn gets all sorts of interesting characters, we get mercenaries, merchants and of course the regular drunken folks, but you..." the dwarf paused pointing his finger at Saru and then continue " I haven't seen your kind in a long while ...in fact i haven't seen your kind since i was a wee little boy"

Saru gave the dwarf a curious look and then he accepted one of the iron mugs with his upper right hand while crossing his lower arms. " well... as you may know my kind aren't very people friendly...we sick to ourselves" he said, shifting his focus back to Drake. "another well mannered human, i guess today is my lucky day... i might well introduce myself "Saru thought.

"thanks, i had quite the while to tune my battle skills. my name is Saru Caedmon and this man here is Kalenon Heeps" Saru said to drake but then the bartender interrupted

" Well....now that everyone knows each other why don't we trade stories, im always interested in a good travelers tale"

"really?" Saru said surprisingly, giving him another curious look.

" of course....you know i used to be a adventurer like yourselves, but then *sighs* i took an arrow to the knee" he said with laughter.

this dwarf was getting more interesting to Saru by the second. he just had to ask.

" you seen like the type who has he ear to ground, hear any news or stories you would like to share with fellow adventurers? "

(OOC: someone take it on from there, im trying to create the main narrative.)

[NAvi_warrior64]

(OOC: is no one else going? Have you guys gave up on this RP already?)