05-19-2016, 06:06 PM
Dasha looked up as Daedlin’s crew boisterously moved their way into the Velvet Dolphin. There was an audible hush amongst the various patrons as the dwarven crew sauntered up to the unsuspecting traveler who had chosen their table. Dasha groaned inwardly when she realized that the traveler in question was a very large and grizzled Wookie.
He’s never seen one of them before has he?
She anxiously made her way around the edge of the bar, trying desperately to think of a way to defuse the situation, but Daedlin had already slammed his axe into the wood of the table, and in an overly theatrical voice was declaring his ownership.
“You’d best be moving along there Fuzzball, this here bench’s got my name on it!” The Wookie only grunted at him in reply, and Daedlin turned to face the rest of his crew, a wide grin splayed on his bearded face. Dasha knew what was coming and retreated back behind the bar. She was too late to prevent this one.
“Well, it seems this Sasquatch has got less respect than a Troll to his muther! You need to be taught a lesson, an’ it looks like I’m just the dwarf to do it!” Daedlin turned to Dasha and gave a shout, “I’m gonna take this here dog around back for a bit, but ye can go ahead an’ get me and the boys our usual rounds. This won’t take long!” The dwarf grinned and grabbed the wookie’s arm. “Let’s go, ye big sack a lint!”
The Wookie’s response was to lift the dwarf clear of his feet with a backhanded punch. Daedlin sailed a good four feet into the air before landing heavily on a table, destroying it utterly. The Wookie unfolded from the stool, towering almost double above the remaining five dwarves. It gave a bellow of challenge, which the dwarves answered in kind without hesitation, “Beruk Khazad!” rang through the room, startling poor Kelp who had just entered from the kitchen.
Many of the less bloodthirsty patrons began to make their way hurriedly to the door of the pub as the dwarves charged the Wookie, only to be stopped dead in their tracks as the eight-foot brute swung the prized table directly into their midst. Dasha pulled Kelp down behind the bar as one of the lighter dwarves went sailing into the wall nearby.
Daedlin picked himself up from the shattered pieces of wood. He felt his jaw with a bemused expression. “That’s a right whallop and no mistake! Well swung! Now Imma have your hide!” He began to charge the Wookie, who was being pummeled by a pair of dwarves. They had gotten inside his reach and were currently hammering away at his hips with stone-hard fists. The Dwarf Captain never made it however, as he was intercepted by an obviously drunk ninja who gave an almost comedic cry as he assaulted the dwarf with a flurry of blows. The sailor dwarf grunted and grabbed a mug of mead which he proceeded to slam directly into the face of his attacker.
The brawl now encompassed the whole of the common room, and Dasha decided that enough was enough. Grabbing her dataverse device she put out a call for the nearest imperial patrol for assistance. In what was probably the fastest response she had ever received from an Imperial line, her device was pinged for a statement. “Uh, this is… the Velvet Dolphin,” she said, it felt weird to speak into this metal box, hoping it would provide her with answers, “We have a brawl in progress! Requesting some imperial troops for control!” There was a pause, then a chuckle cut through the static with painful precision.
“A brawl do you say? How interesting!” Dasha gritted her teeth as the very pleased voice of Officer Belt continued on, “If only you had listened to my suggestions, there would already be troops in the room. As it is I’m afraid all of our patrols have been called away to deal with other issues. I regret to inform you that we have no available assistance to lend you. We don't have that device you are using on our records, it isn't black market by any chance ma'am? That would be quite naughty of you." His voice took on a more formal tone, "Per Regulations I must tell you to exit the building and move a safe distance to ensure that you are not harmed…" then with what was almost a snarl he finished, "...but your kind always seems to come out of these sort of snafus unscathed.”
The connection went dead, and Dasha threw the device back in its box with a curse. Kelp was hiding in the corner, and Dasha was gratified to note that he had managed to snag several of the more expensive items on tap for safekeeping. She made her way over to him, ducking as another of the dwarves crashed into the bar above her. “We’re on our own with this one, lad. Keep your head down, and try to get upstairs.”
There was a shout, and Dasha looked up just in time to see Daedlin leap off a table and manage to loop an arm around the wookie’s throat. The hairy beast gave a roar as it struggled against the chokehold. The Wookie staggered backwards, slamming Daedlin backwards into one of the support columns of the building. The dwarf grunted, pounding his opponent with the empty mug while continuing to maintain the hold.
Dasha and Kelp took their chance, and darted through the wreckage of the room and past various prone forms towards the stairs. Dasha glanced back as with a howl, the Wookie finally managed to get ahold of Daedlin. The Dwarf was held a good three feet off the ground by the Wookie, his shorter limbs unable to effectively reach his adversary. “That the best ye got?!?” he hollered, then swung his body backwards and with the added momentum drove his iron-tipped boot directly into the wookie’s gut. The Wookie bellowed and with a flex of its corded, furry muscles, lifted the dwarf straight upwards, smashing his head directly into one of the ceiling beams. As Dasha hurriedly made her way up the stairs, there was a thud, and then a bellow of triumph. Wookie trumps dwarf.
After she was certain the fighting was over, Dasha made her way back down into the Common room. There was a creak behind her, and she looked back to see Kelp following closely behind her, a quivering dagger in his hands.
“Put that away, Lad. We aren’t to be fighting any of these ones.” She scolded, then motioned for him to stay where he was while she peered into the room. Through the wreckage she could see Daedlin, his crew, and a few other unconscious patrons scattered about. The ceiling beam was cracked where Daedlin had been smashed against it, and he lay below it, blood trickling down into his beard, and a large grin slathered on his face. The Wookie seemed to have left.
“That t'were a strong one! And no mistake! Might be I get one of ‘em for me ship!” he said, when he noticed Dasha’s approach.
“Why do you insist on doing this so often? I can barely afford the repair fees, and if there are many more incidents I have no doubt that Officer Belt will put men in here to arrest the lot of you! You think I can stay in business with the fines he’ll slap me for that?”
The Dwarf dismissed her argument with an uncoordinated wave of his arm, and took a swig of some alcohol he had managed to find nearby.
“Th’n I’ll fight them to! I got’s to have a proper celebration when something happens like this!”
“Something like what?” Dasha asked cautiously, Daedlin was unpredictable and taciturn, there could be literally hundreds of reasons the dwarf wanted to celebrate. He struggled until he was in a sitting position, then pointed to the least demolished corner of the room. “I got me a prime who owes me a favor!”
Dasha looked and regarded the woman who was sitting in the corner booth, with a drink Dasha did not recall serving her. Perhaps Kelp did it? She thought, but Daedlin continued before she got a chance to ask, “Fished this here drowned rat outta the brine not three days ago, says her ship got blasted by that storm on their way to Blue Flame Island. She was in a bad way when I found her, said she would owe me if’n I got her back to civilization. This is how I make the bigtime, this is ‘ow Daedlin Terruck Thol Geshud makes his stand for Good King Bruenor!”
Daedlin continued in this way for some time speaking of the deeds he would soon preform for the glory of Dwarfholm, and Dasha regarded the prime that the dwarf claimed to have rescued. She was surprised to see how unaffected the woman's corner of the room was from the chaos, but after a moment's inspection, she did notice the sword at the woman’s belt and the two prone forms nearby with obvious saber wounds. Using a sword in a bar fight…The Woman nodded in Dasha's direction, her bright red fedora a stark contrast to grubby walls of the tavern. Dasha distrusted her immediately. “Call me Carmen.” The woman said, raising her glass in welcome, and a subtle taunt to Dasha’s eyes. “What the dwarf said is true. My ship and crew are lost to the Kraken’s maw, and I find myself short on both power and friends. What was it you wanted me to do again Sir Dwarf?” she asked, and took another sip.
Daedlin nudged Dasha in the ribs, “Aye, tha’s me. Did ye catch the Sir?” Dasha only rolled her eyes as he struggled to his feet shakily, ignoring wounds that would have seemed significant to your average soldier. “I wanted ye to make me a proper warship, an’ ta help us in the war with those bloody trolls.” He finished with a gleam in his eye. The prime simply shrugged.
“These are both within my powers, but not my experience. I can make you a warship, but it would be unwise to use it against the trolls without testing it first.” The pirate settled back into the corner with a sigh. “I’ve lost one boat already this week, I’d rather not lose another.”
The dwarf shrugged. “it makes sense, none o’ my crew know how ta use such a ship yet anyways.” His eyes narrowed for a moment, “I ain’t about to go after an Impy vessel if’n that’s what you’re suggesting.”
The woman shook her head earnestly, “Not in the least! No, I have no desire to draw their ire on us right now.” She leaned forward eagerly, a smirk peeking from beneath the hat’s brim, “No, I have a more… PERSONAL score to settle, if you care to listen.”
He’s never seen one of them before has he?
She anxiously made her way around the edge of the bar, trying desperately to think of a way to defuse the situation, but Daedlin had already slammed his axe into the wood of the table, and in an overly theatrical voice was declaring his ownership.
“You’d best be moving along there Fuzzball, this here bench’s got my name on it!” The Wookie only grunted at him in reply, and Daedlin turned to face the rest of his crew, a wide grin splayed on his bearded face. Dasha knew what was coming and retreated back behind the bar. She was too late to prevent this one.
“Well, it seems this Sasquatch has got less respect than a Troll to his muther! You need to be taught a lesson, an’ it looks like I’m just the dwarf to do it!” Daedlin turned to Dasha and gave a shout, “I’m gonna take this here dog around back for a bit, but ye can go ahead an’ get me and the boys our usual rounds. This won’t take long!” The dwarf grinned and grabbed the wookie’s arm. “Let’s go, ye big sack a lint!”
The Wookie’s response was to lift the dwarf clear of his feet with a backhanded punch. Daedlin sailed a good four feet into the air before landing heavily on a table, destroying it utterly. The Wookie unfolded from the stool, towering almost double above the remaining five dwarves. It gave a bellow of challenge, which the dwarves answered in kind without hesitation, “Beruk Khazad!” rang through the room, startling poor Kelp who had just entered from the kitchen.
Many of the less bloodthirsty patrons began to make their way hurriedly to the door of the pub as the dwarves charged the Wookie, only to be stopped dead in their tracks as the eight-foot brute swung the prized table directly into their midst. Dasha pulled Kelp down behind the bar as one of the lighter dwarves went sailing into the wall nearby.
Daedlin picked himself up from the shattered pieces of wood. He felt his jaw with a bemused expression. “That’s a right whallop and no mistake! Well swung! Now Imma have your hide!” He began to charge the Wookie, who was being pummeled by a pair of dwarves. They had gotten inside his reach and were currently hammering away at his hips with stone-hard fists. The Dwarf Captain never made it however, as he was intercepted by an obviously drunk ninja who gave an almost comedic cry as he assaulted the dwarf with a flurry of blows. The sailor dwarf grunted and grabbed a mug of mead which he proceeded to slam directly into the face of his attacker.
The brawl now encompassed the whole of the common room, and Dasha decided that enough was enough. Grabbing her dataverse device she put out a call for the nearest imperial patrol for assistance. In what was probably the fastest response she had ever received from an Imperial line, her device was pinged for a statement. “Uh, this is… the Velvet Dolphin,” she said, it felt weird to speak into this metal box, hoping it would provide her with answers, “We have a brawl in progress! Requesting some imperial troops for control!” There was a pause, then a chuckle cut through the static with painful precision.
“A brawl do you say? How interesting!” Dasha gritted her teeth as the very pleased voice of Officer Belt continued on, “If only you had listened to my suggestions, there would already be troops in the room. As it is I’m afraid all of our patrols have been called away to deal with other issues. I regret to inform you that we have no available assistance to lend you. We don't have that device you are using on our records, it isn't black market by any chance ma'am? That would be quite naughty of you." His voice took on a more formal tone, "Per Regulations I must tell you to exit the building and move a safe distance to ensure that you are not harmed…" then with what was almost a snarl he finished, "...but your kind always seems to come out of these sort of snafus unscathed.”
The connection went dead, and Dasha threw the device back in its box with a curse. Kelp was hiding in the corner, and Dasha was gratified to note that he had managed to snag several of the more expensive items on tap for safekeeping. She made her way over to him, ducking as another of the dwarves crashed into the bar above her. “We’re on our own with this one, lad. Keep your head down, and try to get upstairs.”
There was a shout, and Dasha looked up just in time to see Daedlin leap off a table and manage to loop an arm around the wookie’s throat. The hairy beast gave a roar as it struggled against the chokehold. The Wookie staggered backwards, slamming Daedlin backwards into one of the support columns of the building. The dwarf grunted, pounding his opponent with the empty mug while continuing to maintain the hold.
Dasha and Kelp took their chance, and darted through the wreckage of the room and past various prone forms towards the stairs. Dasha glanced back as with a howl, the Wookie finally managed to get ahold of Daedlin. The Dwarf was held a good three feet off the ground by the Wookie, his shorter limbs unable to effectively reach his adversary. “That the best ye got?!?” he hollered, then swung his body backwards and with the added momentum drove his iron-tipped boot directly into the wookie’s gut. The Wookie bellowed and with a flex of its corded, furry muscles, lifted the dwarf straight upwards, smashing his head directly into one of the ceiling beams. As Dasha hurriedly made her way up the stairs, there was a thud, and then a bellow of triumph. Wookie trumps dwarf.
After she was certain the fighting was over, Dasha made her way back down into the Common room. There was a creak behind her, and she looked back to see Kelp following closely behind her, a quivering dagger in his hands.
“Put that away, Lad. We aren’t to be fighting any of these ones.” She scolded, then motioned for him to stay where he was while she peered into the room. Through the wreckage she could see Daedlin, his crew, and a few other unconscious patrons scattered about. The ceiling beam was cracked where Daedlin had been smashed against it, and he lay below it, blood trickling down into his beard, and a large grin slathered on his face. The Wookie seemed to have left.
“That t'were a strong one! And no mistake! Might be I get one of ‘em for me ship!” he said, when he noticed Dasha’s approach.
“Why do you insist on doing this so often? I can barely afford the repair fees, and if there are many more incidents I have no doubt that Officer Belt will put men in here to arrest the lot of you! You think I can stay in business with the fines he’ll slap me for that?”
The Dwarf dismissed her argument with an uncoordinated wave of his arm, and took a swig of some alcohol he had managed to find nearby.
“Th’n I’ll fight them to! I got’s to have a proper celebration when something happens like this!”
“Something like what?” Dasha asked cautiously, Daedlin was unpredictable and taciturn, there could be literally hundreds of reasons the dwarf wanted to celebrate. He struggled until he was in a sitting position, then pointed to the least demolished corner of the room. “I got me a prime who owes me a favor!”
Dasha looked and regarded the woman who was sitting in the corner booth, with a drink Dasha did not recall serving her. Perhaps Kelp did it? She thought, but Daedlin continued before she got a chance to ask, “Fished this here drowned rat outta the brine not three days ago, says her ship got blasted by that storm on their way to Blue Flame Island. She was in a bad way when I found her, said she would owe me if’n I got her back to civilization. This is how I make the bigtime, this is ‘ow Daedlin Terruck Thol Geshud makes his stand for Good King Bruenor!”
Daedlin continued in this way for some time speaking of the deeds he would soon preform for the glory of Dwarfholm, and Dasha regarded the prime that the dwarf claimed to have rescued. She was surprised to see how unaffected the woman's corner of the room was from the chaos, but after a moment's inspection, she did notice the sword at the woman’s belt and the two prone forms nearby with obvious saber wounds. Using a sword in a bar fight…The Woman nodded in Dasha's direction, her bright red fedora a stark contrast to grubby walls of the tavern. Dasha distrusted her immediately. “Call me Carmen.” The woman said, raising her glass in welcome, and a subtle taunt to Dasha’s eyes. “What the dwarf said is true. My ship and crew are lost to the Kraken’s maw, and I find myself short on both power and friends. What was it you wanted me to do again Sir Dwarf?” she asked, and took another sip.
Daedlin nudged Dasha in the ribs, “Aye, tha’s me. Did ye catch the Sir?” Dasha only rolled her eyes as he struggled to his feet shakily, ignoring wounds that would have seemed significant to your average soldier. “I wanted ye to make me a proper warship, an’ ta help us in the war with those bloody trolls.” He finished with a gleam in his eye. The prime simply shrugged.
“These are both within my powers, but not my experience. I can make you a warship, but it would be unwise to use it against the trolls without testing it first.” The pirate settled back into the corner with a sigh. “I’ve lost one boat already this week, I’d rather not lose another.”
The dwarf shrugged. “it makes sense, none o’ my crew know how ta use such a ship yet anyways.” His eyes narrowed for a moment, “I ain’t about to go after an Impy vessel if’n that’s what you’re suggesting.”
The woman shook her head earnestly, “Not in the least! No, I have no desire to draw their ire on us right now.” She leaned forward eagerly, a smirk peeking from beneath the hat’s brim, “No, I have a more… PERSONAL score to settle, if you care to listen.”
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