Krow
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"Balls." The figure stated, rounding one of the corners in one of Calanhelm's many back alleys; his head was turned and looking behind him for his pursuers and he was in a full sprint in his armor, the chain jangling and his weapons bouncing off his calves.
"MALLETKNOCKER, YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' AWAY WITH OUR GOLD!" Came a deep and resounding voice of one of his pursuers, who rounded the same corner a few seconds later to find the armored redhead already a good twenty feet down the narrow corridor at a full sprint. He and his companion went single file after him trying to gain on him, their lack of armor providing them advantage and by the next turn in the alleyway they were merely 10 feet behind the man.
"Balls." he stated once again as the last turn seemed to become a fatal mistake, a dead end facing him with a brick wall in the cobblestone alleyway. He turned to face his pursuers, a wry smile across his face, "Listen... gents, if yer ladies were married they didn't tell me! Y'can't blame a boy for likin a girlie or two.." His toss his shoulders in a shrug, moving his cloak back just far enough to let his hilts poke out of his belt as it began to rain.
There was the beginning of a pitter patter on his pauldrons as the larger man looked to the shorter man with a confused look, "Wha.. we-we're not chasing you because of whatever that is. You took our money Malletknocker, you cheated at liar's dice and we want our earnings back." Accompanying the last sentence was the all too familiar sound of a dagger being slipped from it's sheath.
"Oooooh" The ginger started, taking a few steps towards the wall behind him as the two men unsheathed their daggers, "I thought yeh were mad at somethin I -actually- did, not mad that yer no good at liar's dice. You two little goblins sure yeh wanna tussle back here?" he finished as he drew a matching pair of steel shortswords that were hanging from his belt.
The ginger didn't get a verbal response, but the smaller man lunged and thrust his dagger straight towards the mans chest; who easily stepped to the side, the dagger making an incision in his cloak rather then it's target. The small assailant let out a painful gasp as the ginger raised his right arm and buried one of the shortswords to the hilt into the mans stomach, it's tip poking out of his targets back.
The short cloaked man slumped to the cobblestone grasping his stomach wound as the larger assailant dropped his dagger and yelled, "Ronnie?! Ronnie are you okay?" and dove to cradle his wounded friendly, earthly power already glowing from the mans fists.
Baibh Malletknocker took the opportunity and sidestepped past both men, muttering under his breath, "balls.." as he replaced his blades in their sheaths and made his way back down the alley. As he was nearly back to the street he heard a familiar voice scream, "This isn't over Malletknocker! I'll find you!" before he made his way quickly back to his inn and to his bed to sleep off the kerfuffle and make a new plan in the morning.
The room he'd purchased at his inn was small and damp and he had a pile of hay for a bed, but at least it was indoors for once. He hung up his armor and his clothing to dry from the late night showers and used his damp cloak as a blanket as he nodded off safely to sleep, the creaking of footsteps of the other people in the inn unable to keep him from his slumber.
The morning came and his throat was dry and hoarse, a damp night in a damp room with a damp blanket hadn't done him any favors, but he had to get out of this city. He didn't know if those two last night were part of a gang or worse, but the matching daggers told him that it wasn't something he wanted to get tangled in.
He awkwardly got into his still damp clothing and strapped on his armor, pulling up his hood and placing his helmet in his bag. He looked back at the small room and was thankful for its comfort before he started making his way to the door and downstairs.
Baibh stopped halfway down, his foot hovering over one stair as he overhead, "Ya, Malletknocker, Baibh Malletknocker, if you wouldn't mind us waitin for him we have an urgent family matter to talk to him about." before he leaned down and saw the innkeeper nod at the two men from the night before. They then went to a table and sat down, the shorter one picking at something in his teeth with his small blade.
"Balls."
"Balls. Balls."
Baibh made his way back up the stairs as quietly as he could, cursing under his breath as a floorboard creaked warningly. "Balls!" he said and made his way to a window, opened it and climbed down a lattice into the alleyway below.
"Welp, never liked this city anyway." Baibh said to himself, making his way through the alleyway behind the building and rounding a corner to head to the main street when he once again stopped abruptly. Two homeguard stood in his way chatting.
"So what are we here for again?"
"One o' them blokes was stabbed last night, said the assailant usually stays here when 'es in town."
"Ah, sound like like an easy morning for us then, waitin around and when he shows up take em in?"
"Aye. That's the plan."
Gritting his teeth Baibh turned around again, "Balls" he muttered and made his way through the other side of the alley, jumped a fence and meandered his way through a blacksmith's workshop until he found the road once more leading towards the Arcane Sanctum. "Welp, time for a portal.. I've gotta think of somewhere nobody's gonna be lookin for me fer awhile...."
"MALLETKNOCKER, YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' AWAY WITH OUR GOLD!" Came a deep and resounding voice of one of his pursuers, who rounded the same corner a few seconds later to find the armored redhead already a good twenty feet down the narrow corridor at a full sprint. He and his companion went single file after him trying to gain on him, their lack of armor providing them advantage and by the next turn in the alleyway they were merely 10 feet behind the man.
"Balls." he stated once again as the last turn seemed to become a fatal mistake, a dead end facing him with a brick wall in the cobblestone alleyway. He turned to face his pursuers, a wry smile across his face, "Listen... gents, if yer ladies were married they didn't tell me! Y'can't blame a boy for likin a girlie or two.." His toss his shoulders in a shrug, moving his cloak back just far enough to let his hilts poke out of his belt as it began to rain.
There was the beginning of a pitter patter on his pauldrons as the larger man looked to the shorter man with a confused look, "Wha.. we-we're not chasing you because of whatever that is. You took our money Malletknocker, you cheated at liar's dice and we want our earnings back." Accompanying the last sentence was the all too familiar sound of a dagger being slipped from it's sheath.
"Oooooh" The ginger started, taking a few steps towards the wall behind him as the two men unsheathed their daggers, "I thought yeh were mad at somethin I -actually- did, not mad that yer no good at liar's dice. You two little goblins sure yeh wanna tussle back here?" he finished as he drew a matching pair of steel shortswords that were hanging from his belt.
The ginger didn't get a verbal response, but the smaller man lunged and thrust his dagger straight towards the mans chest; who easily stepped to the side, the dagger making an incision in his cloak rather then it's target. The small assailant let out a painful gasp as the ginger raised his right arm and buried one of the shortswords to the hilt into the mans stomach, it's tip poking out of his targets back.
The short cloaked man slumped to the cobblestone grasping his stomach wound as the larger assailant dropped his dagger and yelled, "Ronnie?! Ronnie are you okay?" and dove to cradle his wounded friendly, earthly power already glowing from the mans fists.
Baibh Malletknocker took the opportunity and sidestepped past both men, muttering under his breath, "balls.." as he replaced his blades in their sheaths and made his way back down the alley. As he was nearly back to the street he heard a familiar voice scream, "This isn't over Malletknocker! I'll find you!" before he made his way quickly back to his inn and to his bed to sleep off the kerfuffle and make a new plan in the morning.
The room he'd purchased at his inn was small and damp and he had a pile of hay for a bed, but at least it was indoors for once. He hung up his armor and his clothing to dry from the late night showers and used his damp cloak as a blanket as he nodded off safely to sleep, the creaking of footsteps of the other people in the inn unable to keep him from his slumber.
The morning came and his throat was dry and hoarse, a damp night in a damp room with a damp blanket hadn't done him any favors, but he had to get out of this city. He didn't know if those two last night were part of a gang or worse, but the matching daggers told him that it wasn't something he wanted to get tangled in.
He awkwardly got into his still damp clothing and strapped on his armor, pulling up his hood and placing his helmet in his bag. He looked back at the small room and was thankful for its comfort before he started making his way to the door and downstairs.
Baibh stopped halfway down, his foot hovering over one stair as he overhead, "Ya, Malletknocker, Baibh Malletknocker, if you wouldn't mind us waitin for him we have an urgent family matter to talk to him about." before he leaned down and saw the innkeeper nod at the two men from the night before. They then went to a table and sat down, the shorter one picking at something in his teeth with his small blade.
"Balls."
"Balls. Balls."
Baibh made his way back up the stairs as quietly as he could, cursing under his breath as a floorboard creaked warningly. "Balls!" he said and made his way to a window, opened it and climbed down a lattice into the alleyway below.
"Welp, never liked this city anyway." Baibh said to himself, making his way through the alleyway behind the building and rounding a corner to head to the main street when he once again stopped abruptly. Two homeguard stood in his way chatting.
"So what are we here for again?"
"One o' them blokes was stabbed last night, said the assailant usually stays here when 'es in town."
"Ah, sound like like an easy morning for us then, waitin around and when he shows up take em in?"
"Aye. That's the plan."
Gritting his teeth Baibh turned around again, "Balls" he muttered and made his way through the other side of the alley, jumped a fence and meandered his way through a blacksmith's workshop until he found the road once more leading towards the Arcane Sanctum. "Welp, time for a portal.. I've gotta think of somewhere nobody's gonna be lookin for me fer awhile...."
