Penfire, who was just starting to enjoy his ale, sudenly felt himself get punched in the back, knoking the wind out of him. So he turned and aimed a punch at the man who punched him, but missed, and hit the guy next to him. And just got a punch back. With an 'oof' he tripped over his seat, and landed on his back on the ground. Two seconds later someone stepped on his toe, and someone else pulled at his greatly tangled hair. The big man, having enouph, stomped into the corner, and out of the brawl. Just then a man came by him calling for Braad. So Penfire grabbed him by the back of his collar, and looked him in the eye.
"You started this bar brawl, now what for? To get yourself out of trouble?" Penfire had to yell over the noise of the brawl...

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Braad turned around, surprised as a man jumped onto a table and started calling his name. Braad was just about to respond when the man's attention was drawn to something else. Surprisingly, the man had gone on to start an all-out fight in the tavern.

Braad, ducking into a corner, managed to avoid the blows. He spotted the man on the other side of the room. A rather strange looking person was holding tightly to his collar.

Braad started making his way towards the pair, keeping to the edges of the room. The fact that the man might want to kill him frankly hadn't occured to him. He was a wanderer, known to steal food or a few coins on occasion, but not one to have murderers after him.

Merrick felt himself suddenly be grabbed, and was staring into the face of a rather queer looking man. He smiled another one of his brilliant smiles, and said...

"Steady now friend, steady. I won't be happy if you tear this shirt."

He lifted a hand to the collar, and gently pushed the mans hand away from his neck.

"I started this for fun, friend!" he lied while grinning. "I started it 'cause this place needed to be woke up. You got a problem with that?"

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"Well, I don't like my pleasant drink turned into a rouph battle were it's every man for himself," Penfire said, then recognized the man's face.
"Hey, you're that man in the tree with that one girl that gave you the knife. I passed you on the rode here. You looked like the kind who would pick a fight, and I was right I see," he said, letting go of Merrick's collar...

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OOC: Sorry for not posting, I've been swamped with homework. I'll try my best to get my guy up some time soon, but no promises. Again, sorry.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((Tis ok.))

"Sure." Tricia smiled. As they approched the Inn, Tricia heard a huge fight going on, she ran ahead of Annalett, ready to use her magic. As she entered, she stopped, he was there, the man she never forgot, and at that moment he looked right that at her. "Merrick."

Annalett ran up behind Tricia. She glanced at the girl when she called Merrick's name, than ran into the tavern, easily dodging punches. She dissapeared up some stairs, soon returning with her father, the owner of the Inn, following.
"I'll let them fight for a moment longer. Then get the worste of them out back to cool off, and you can serve water to the rest. That's how you do it... it seems they needed to get rid of this pent up energy," he said to Annalett, watching the fight from the stepps.

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Penfire, who had just let go of Merrick, looked from the girl to the boy, and was able to put a name to a face.
"Ah, your name is Merrick, eh? And would that be your lass?"

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Before the woman sitting across from Danae had time to reply, all heck broke loose in the tavern. A man jumped up onto the table and began calling for another man. After that, there was much jumbled shouting and fighting. Danae drew her dagger as she stood. This wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. She had been in a few tavern brawls before, and she had been looking for a way to relieve her current stress.

"Looks like things just got a bit more interesting," she commented wryly to the other woman. She looked about the room, eyes roving over the many fighting men. Then a frightening thought hit her. Surely this could not all be connected with her troubles. No. No, of course not. She was just being paranoid. Wasn't she?

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Merrick didn't reply to Penfire. His cunning grin suddenly dropped, as he caught hold of her eyes... Tricia's eyes.

For a moment, everything else was forgotten... the shards... Braad... the man who would take his life. Here she was, the girl he desperately loved, and all his wit was gone. Nothing to say.

He walked over to her slowly, his eyes still fixed on hers.

"Hello lass," he said softly, with just a faint smile.

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Tricia smiled. He was speaking to her. "Hello Merrick." She looked into his eyes, She forgot the fight, and the world. Her hand went up and toughed his cheek, tears started to fill her eyes, but she didn't blink, for fear he would turn away and disapear, leaving her again.

((I just sat here for about 5 minutes watching FM's infinite banners. lol))

Braad finally managed to make it through the brawling crowds. He spotted the man who had been calling for him, but the man seemed distracted suddenly. He was staring at a woman, apparently oblivious to anything else.

Malai walked down the street, acting like she knew just where she was going. Upon seeing a man come bursting out of the tavern doors- head first- she ducked inside. In the general chaos of the fight she could probably manage to grab quite a few purses.

Just then, seeing that finally the first person had been thrown out the door, the Inn owner walked over the bar cooly. He grabbed a bucket of ice-water that was always under the bar, and dumped the contents onto the fighters. Half the men stopped fighting.
Two by two, the owner grabbed the ones still fighting by the ears, and dragged them out back.
"Cool down!" he bellowed, before going inside to get the next two, before only a couple were still fighting with useless punches, which would grow and fall steadily.

At the bar, Annalett served water, but no beer or ale for now, not until everyone cooled down. The owner stood in the corner by the door, keeping a keen eye on the people inside.

Penfire, through all this, just stood watching, and started luaphing. He hadn't seen a good brawl in a long time...

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For a moment Merrick was all caught up in her again, just like the first day he met her. His heart rate sped up, and his mind bogged down. He didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to destroy this moment. But then again, they couldn't just stand here for all eternity. He should say I'm sorry, tell her about the millions of time he wondered if she knew... if she still cared.

But no. It would be even worse to drag her into it now- now that things were at their worse and death was playing an insane game of tag with him. He couldn't do this to her, if she died... it would all be lost.

And so he put a hand on her neck, and stole a soft kiss, before taking a step backwards. No words. They would only make things harder. And he turned again, and began looking for this Braad- but his thoughts were on her.

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Elarinya had jumped to her feet as the brawl started and chuckled as it ended as quickly as it began. A shame it was almost entertaining. she thought as her hand left the hilt of her sword. She then turned her attention back Danae. "I'm Elarinya." she replied. She then took note of the woman's weapons, and a slow smile spread across her lips. So her suspicions of her warrior nature were correct. They were either going to be great friends or the most bitter enemies.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Cina sat on one of the rafters grinning madly. Oh look, tree-stealer (marrick) had a girl freind. This was going to be a good day, first he accepted a cursed knife, then he started a fight; which was always fun to watch; and now he had a weakness that she could meipulate...he was in love.

(ok since i'm the only evil....i'l be like half evil...person who is insane but not really evil...sorta...i can't be asked to play the only evil again)

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[[Anduril, if you want, i can come up with a second bio... an evil one? maybe the guy that was trying to kill Merrick earlier?]]

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