Rumour leaps down, landing in a catlike crouch. She slithers over to the thugs, grinning maliciously. "Then I bet you don't like me, eiether...." With a laugh, she slams her knee into one mans groin, her fist into another's jaw, and ducks as a sword whistles over her head.

Her body shifts, changing into that of a cat-like woman, a Fury, if you will, and sinks her claws into the leaders groin and twists, ripping upwards. Rumour steps back, her shape shifting back to 'normal'. She laughs as the man crumples in agony. "Now who's the freak?...."

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Mirima remained sitting in her dim corner for the duration of the interesting evening. She was so still, she knew that few people were aware of her presence. The she-elf liked it that way-to observe without being observed. There was definitely something about this ragtag group that had caught her attention. Seeminly unconnected, there was a powerful force of fate that she knew would cause all of their paths to collide.

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"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

Darenalz shrugged as he grabbed few bottles and hit the bartender in the face, he then jumped behind the counter while there was confusion and stole some money kept there as change. He whistled, but then turned around just to block the bartenders fist and to push him away. Darenalz grinned since it wasn`t nice at all, he jumped onto the counter and ran by it, he jumped to the door from it and escaped from the building.

He pulled his filthy hair back and put the helmet in his head.

"Now to that bounty.."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Henri saw the ongoing chaos with a slight smile. He sat there, watching the scene. He then sensed a pair of thugs coming towards. Not wanting to take any chances, he lowered his visor but he was too late.

They must have saw his pale skin because one of them cried, " Hey! You must be the one that they call the Cold One!" "Yes, I am," Henri calmly replied as he turned to face them. The one who spoke to him walked forward while his friend took out a small sword. "Listen, Coldie," the thug closest to Henri said while drawing out a dagger. "You don't belong here and you got yourself ten seconds to give me what you have and out of here before I stick this you gut." "Really?" Henri asked. He then drew his longsword and swung it on the thug's arm, severing it. He howled in pain as his friend charged at Henri, brandishing his sword. Henri ducked his swing and thrusted his weapon into him, slaying him. The other thug ran out with his stump with fear marked on his face.

Henri laughed softly; he loved to see people panic. It brought him satsification to him. Another thing satsifed him: killing. To take a life thrilled him. Henri walked over to the bartender who went white at the sight of Henri approaching him. "Now, I want a drink," Henri rasped. "Get me a glass of wine, but first clean that mess over there" He nodded his head in the direction of his seat where now there was a dead body. The bartender nodded as well and quickly gave him a glass of wine while two barservents took the coprse away and another cleaned the blood on the floor. Henri raised his visor and lowered his scarf down enough for him to drink the crimson liquid.

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I was cured all right.

Zerksies jumped down from the roof infront of the thugs. "I really don't think you could run him out if you wanted to..." Zerksies said refering to Yrudit.

"Besides you'd have to deal with me as well... I have a thing for "freeks"..... freeks like you. I like to spoil there fun, it's a hoby of mine." Zerksies smiled.

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The thugs hadn't suprised her, the different people had'nt suprised her. It was the total lack of security in the tavern. She got to her feet and spoke quietly to Rumour. "Are you from around here?" Her voice was suprisingly deep for a woman, but it still held hints of feminity(sp?).

Zerksies looked back momentarily at the new arival, but then turned his attention back to the thugs who sat infront of him.

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"Too often I've seen you exercise that hobby," Yrudit muttered, brandishing his sabre. He threw his cloak back for the sake of movement and launched himself at the nearest thug. He smacked the man with the flat of his blade, then rammed his sword pommel into another's stomach. Another thug charged him. Yrudit sidestepped and tripped the man, then rammed his taloned foot into his solar plexis.

"See my garments? Cross me, and I'll bring the wrath of the evil gods upon you."

The ruffian blanched and stumbled away, chased by phantoms of the bogus evil gods.

"Don't kill them if you can help it!" he hissed at the shapeshifter. "These pathetic wretches have committed nothing greater than bullying the town civilians!"

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Zerksies jumped in to join the little scuffle. He took out his sword to block any attacks. Jumping between two he kicked backwards, hitting on in the stomach, blocked an attack and kicked the man in the face.

Jumping out of the way he avoided another attack while diving at the ground, going into a roll and comming up on his feet.

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"A bit too late for that," Henri talked quietly to himself, sipping in the last drips of his wine. He threw his glass at the bartender. Whether the fool caught it or not didn't really concern him. What did concern him was the brawl. After his slaying, he was eager to do more but decided to respect the lizardman's orders. For one, he was offended one too many people and did not wish to add more to the list. His sword's hilt was as dangerous as the blade so Henri abadoned that in favor for his fists. He raised his scarf, covering his mouth, and lowered the visor down. He then ran towards the brawl.

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I was cured all right.

Zerksies hit another man in the face with his fist as he looked over to se another man entering the fight.

He ducked from a swinging sword, and came up and punched the man from below in the stomach.

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"Hey, you there! Break it up!"

Yrudit spun to see a contingent of town guards clanking towards them, waving swords. The thugs - those that could still move anyway - paled and scrambled from the scene.

"Just another tavern brawl," a guard muttered. That was before he came close enough to see for his own eyes. His gaze drifted from number of bodies on the ground, either groaning or dead, to the nature of the brawlers. Yrudit's sabre remained poised as the guards' eyes widened in astonishment.

"Right. All of you are under arrest."

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Henri has just head-butted a thug in the nose (my favorite unarmed move I must add) when he heard the guards. He cursed silently as he was seized and thrown on the floor.

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I was cured all right.

"Hey, they started it!" Zerksies insisted as he backed away from the guards.

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"Yeah, but we like knocked half of them down," Henri countered. His remark earned him a kick in the guts by one of the town guard.

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I was cured all right.

At the onset of the fight, Mirima had slipped away unnoticed to watch at a safe distance. A formidable opponent in her own right, Mirima could have easily joined in the brawl without fear. Yet she refused to lower herself to that, and the value of anonimity (sp?) was well known to her. When the town guards appeared, she made up her mind to follow them and learn more.

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."