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"Ahhh, Calistria's tits," Thessaly snarls as the room erupts into a total slugfest-- obscured by mist. She dodges one attack on her, gets lucky with a second, and is quickly surrounded by a horde of violent Ulfen.
Just like the half-a-year she always used to spend with Daddy, she thinks grimly.
"Hey, Princessa!" she shouts back towards Dulcinea. "Let's knock this guy--" she jerks her had at the one that Dulcinea had hit already with her sap, "--out together. I go high, you go low!"
She waits for Dulcinea to distract him, then swings the butt end of her halberd at the man's skull.
Lini, hearing Kayanor cry out, crawls underneath the nearby table. "... Blood. We need to knock these bigfoots out, not cut them in half, Kayanor. Grab him!" she hisses, tugging on the Red Thug's ankle with her sickle.
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As he smashes the head of the man who was looking like Hjort, Darathys grins, unsatisfacted. I should've learned to restrain myself.... But then, the brawlers in the tavern spits insults against him. Darathys cannot just hold back his fury, and all he's able to do is to vent his frustration against another enemy. «You don't know what you're facing!», he shouts as he lashes out with his greatsword.
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Dulcinea almost wacks Mr. Seafoam, but the mist causes her to misjudge the depth, and she misses. It is enough distraction, however, to allow Thessaly to know him to the ground, and he won't be getting up soon.
Kayanor dispatches Mr. Plum, and Lini helps set up the next foe to fall, should Kayanor take advantage of it.
Darathys slices into Mr. Green - a hair to the left, and he would have cleaved him in to two separate pieces. As it is, Mr. Green lies on the floor, bleeding to death.
The viper moves out from Titus' long coat and attack the man who attacks his master.
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Dulcinea rears back as her sap misses, expecting that she would need to block a counterattack, only to find that her foe has been knocked low by her companion.
"Good work! Perhaps I can return the favor!"
She attempts to dive under the table and roll up next to the brawler on Thessaly's eastern flank.
As she tumbles back to standing, she swings her sap at the back of his knee.
The red thug draws another throwing axe, and tosses it at Darathys, he ducks under the axe and it fails to damage him.
Mr. Steel moves up to take a punch at Darathys, catching him in the jaw.
Mr. Peach and Mr. Black continue to assault Titus, who is simply trying to fend off the blows. While Mr. Black misses due to favoring his leg that was bit by the snake, Mr. Peach manages to land a blow.
Mr. Pink moves into a flanking position behind Thessaly, and he and Mr. Blue both try to pummel her to the ground. Thessaly, however, keeps her wits about her, and impressively dodges all of the attacks.
Finally, Mr. Lavender moves up to engage Lini, kicking her in the side.
Kayanor moves up to help Lini, and manages to give him a swift kick to the head. The man tries to retaliate, but just isn't able to get a punch in.
Dulcinea performs some fancy, and quite limber, moves, and comes in behind one of Thessaly's attackers, smacking him in the back of the knee.
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Feeling the rage of the battle flowing through his veins, Darathys vents his fury on the nearest opponent, lashing out with his greatsword as he shouts: «Taste my steel, you bastard northener!». If he hits the first opponent, he tries to hit another foe adjacent to his original target. «Leave him alone!», he cries out, trying to get the opponent away from Titus. «Come here! Challenge the blood of the Reds if you dare!»
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Ydresus continue to bite the man who attacks his master.
Darathys rages through the bar, killing Mr. Steel and then Mr. Black with great swipes from his weapon.
Reeling from the blow, and hearing the death throws of man after man, Lini glides away and dispels her mist spell. Folding her arms, she surveys the brawl. Long, stalk-like eyebrows furrowing with disapproval as Darathys cuts down another unarmed man. "Oh for the love of... Stow your blade before you cut down another lead!" she shouts over the din of battle.
Can he even hear me? He's like a starving cave bear that's caught the scent.
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Thessaly breathes out in a huff as the mist vanishes and she can see again. She notes Titus is looking badly hurt.
"Hey, that wand I gave you doesn't do you any good if you just stand there and get hit!" she hollers-- as she brings the butt of her halberd up again, to smack the foe between her and Dulcinea in the gut and knock the wind from him.
The shout from the gnome makes her snap her head ove to where Darathys is fighting, and slaying. "DARATHYS! WE NEED TO QUESTION ONE OF 'EM!"
Mr. Red sees the way this battle is turning, and makes to escape, picking up a chair and breaking a window.
Mr. Peach tries to stomp on the viper that bit him, but the snake easily dodges the attack.
Mr. Pink throws a punch at Thessaly, who narrowly dodges the attempt.
Mr. Lavender tries to kick Kayanor, but it is a clumsy attack and fails.
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Darathys is brought back to reality thanks to Theassaly's words. The woman is right, but they will pay for what they've.... Her words echoed through his mind once again. Alright, she's right, but still.... Again those words. Aaaargh!. With a great effort, Darathys tries to exit his bloody frenzy, but that would take some time. For now, he as regained a bit of mental lucidity at least.
He chases the thugh trying to escape through the window and tries to hit him in the back with the flat part of his greatsword.
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Thessaly lets out a sigh of relief as Darathys goes back to the flat of his blade, at least. "We'll be there to help in a second! Just gotta deal with every damn Ulfen with a small tool who thinks he has to prove something by punching us, first!"
She whips up the butt of her halberd to catch her current attacker beneath the jaw.
Lini will take a run action to the end of the tavern, bobbing and weaving between patrons, corpses, and spilt ale to Darathys' side, ready to help and subdue Hjort's crony.
Mr. Pink goes down in a heap, leaving only Mr. Lavender standing on that end of the room. As he is next to the door, he decides just to run, and pick a better fight tomorrow night.
Mr. Peach likewise decides this fight is over, and cries in pain over his snake bite. "Man! Keep that thing away from me!" he cries, as he nurses his wound and backs away.
Mr. Red climbs through the window, making his escape - but not cleanly.
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"You think you will get away with that?", shouts Darathys in a fit of anger as he brings the flat of his blade down on the brawler trying to climb out the window. Before he can do that, his mind gets suddenly filled with the images from the previous attack in which he had killed his target even though he was trying only to knock him down unconscious. Roaring in frustration, he tries to stop the brawler by making him lose his balance and collapse to the floor.
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Dulcinea keeps her sap in her hand, swinging it about as she surveys the room.
"That was quite a healing experience!"
She softly kicks one of the nearby unconscious brawlers in the side as he groans. She smiles with satisfaction.
"If you ever want to try that again, boys, just don't."
At thee table nearest Fake Hjort, she kicks up a chair from the ground and takes a seat, leaning back in the chair and resting her boots on the table.
"Is he still alive? I think I heard someone get flattened by a greatsword."
Lini giggles at Dulci's taunt, sidling up to the bar and adopting her usual modus operandi, leaving the chase to her larger and more dangerous friends. She reflects that these friends are rather less fury than usual. Well, Thessaly anyhow.
Stooping to the dirty tavern floor, she stops to see if any of the bleeding brawlers can be saved.
Darathys manages to trip the man just as he is trying to leap through the window, and Thessaly shows her face in the window, clearly cutting off any means to escape. The red thug surrenders.
The man claiming not to be Hjort is quite dead, as are two of the other patrons. The rest will survive, given some time, thanks to Lini's aid.
The bartender looks over the bar briefly, and then sinks back down.
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Darathys slowly loses his anger and stops attacking. "The city watch is going to be here soon. We've got time for a few questions, though". That said, Darathys moves closer to his companions, a guilty expression written all over his face. He gazes at the man pretending not to be Hjort and shakes his head. "He was too weak...I tried not to kill him, I swear..."
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Next time Darathys, when you don't want to kill a man, use a sap
Says Titus who adds He was not Hjort, he said the truth, unfortunately for us, we were trap.
He turns to the bartender Now, if you want to not be not try to to kill by my friend here Titus looks at Darathis and find a way to avoid any further attention from the Pathfinder, I suggest you talk to us about what is going on here. Why using a fake Hjort, why beginning a brawler fight against armed men and women ?
"A sap? Try a feather." Lini says, giving Not-Hjort a tentative nudge with her toe and fixing her eerie gaze on Darathys.
"You remind me of a mountain lion I knew." she says, as if discussing a casual acquaintance. "Deadly strong, but never learned to wait for the right time to strike. When the lean winters came, he starved to death..." she says, giving the newcomer a meaningful look before glancing at the innkeep. "We'll be going now! Sorry about the mess."
After the onslaught in the tavern, the man doesn't take much convincing, as he truly believes you will kill him if he doesn't cooperate.
"He's not here! Really! He send us to make sure Horace <gulp> did a good job of luring you in, and to start this fight. He hates you Pathfinders - he really does! But I don't know where he is now."
After a little more threatening and prodding, he tries to make a deal. "Listen, I don't know where he is, but if you promise to let me go, I do know of his plan to make you all look bad and get kicked out of the Land of Linnorm Kings for good. Promise?"
"Hjort is having a team pretend to be you and frame you for destroying a Trollheim armory. He thinks this will be enough to turn the government against the Society and drive you all out, or even kill everyone of you. He is there now, in fact. If you hurry, you might catch him there."
The man gives you the directions to find the place, and then makes to leave.
Actually, you recognize that Hjort’s plan is flawed, the lack of a unified government around here means it is extremely unlikely that the Society would be banned from the whole area. But even being exiled from Trollheim would be a blow to the Society, and you have other business here still, so it probably is best that you stop his plans.
"Meet you there." Lini says, already turning on her heel.
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Thessaly snorts to herself. "Real first-class Acadamae graduate, this Hjort," she points out."His plan wouldn't work very well..." She takes a moment to check and see if the thugs that led the assault against them had anything of use on their person-- all's fair in war-- then clanks on outside to collect the donkey. "Let's go."
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Dulcinea jumps up onto the table, drawing her rapier and holding it aloft in a mock-heroic stance as she puts on a resounding, melodramatic tone of voice.
"We cannot allow this to stand! The good and honorable name of Dulcinea de la Mancha shall not be tarnished by such slander!"
She spins her rapier and stabs it into the table, then leans on it, a cockeyed grin on her face.
"I think that is what I am supposed to say here, no?"