Bad Credit - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
1/9/475
Log
"You prat." Yelling is taking place inside the Inn, and a serving maid is being held up against he wall by a rather husky buffalo in robes. Around him are a rat, a panther, and a deer, all in robes calmly downing drinks. "LOOK what you've done you incompetent fool. Do you know who I am?" the buffalo screams into the face of a very terrified inn employee as he points to a spilled mug on the table. He looks to be drawing a sword.
Munch, munch, munch. The large gator of the Heavy Clan had been eating a meal for the last several minutes at one of the tables along the side of the room. Darquan has been watching the spectacle unfold in relative silence. As things start to rise to a shouting match and a sword is being drawn, he finally speaks with his mouth partially full of food, "I would not do that if I were you, friend." Such a calm voice amidst the chaos.
Ictus hmms? as he enters the inn and blinks at the unfolding scene, he shakes his head and growls as he sees the sword being drawn. He swiftly approaches to grab the hand that is drawing the sword, "Give me a reason not to kick you out right now..."
Fefneir wanders into the inn and glances over at the yelling. Sliping a star into his hand, "Why don't we put the girl down eh? So she spilled a mug, though who knows maybe you were the one to drunk to keep it upright." Ready to throw the ninja star if he has to to keep the buffalo from using the sword on the maid. Besides he's a bit more likly to survive than a scared serving girl.
Peril didn't wait to see what the massive, horned buffalo had in store for the serving girl, plucking her drink off the bar and slipping down of her seat. The little cat moved to put a few bodies between herself and the spectacle unfolding while still keeping a good clear view of the proceedings
"Unhand me, you should be hospitable to your Cliffside neighbors." the buffalo grunts, dropping the maid with a glare. "She's destroyed my research!" he cries as he points to the table again. Upon closer inspection bits of words can be seen on its surface, almost opaque as the liquid dissolves the paper it was written on. The buffalo jerks his arm away with frustrated might. He drops the girl from the wall and gets right in Ictus's face, snorting. "Now why don't you mind your own business and we'll collect whats due." The deer sets down her drink, waching Fefneir closely as her robes begin to glow. Around her the other figures rise from their seats.
Ictus hmms? as he glances at the so called 'research' and shakes his head, "That is still no reason to attack someone, you may be from Cliffside... But you are still visitors here and should respect our laws." he backs up a little as the buffalo yanks his hand away and glances at the others who seem ready for a fight, "That goes for you as well..."
Darquan notices that one of those present is trying to be inconspicuous while still being able to see. Instead of calling out toward Peril, wanting to keep her out of her namesake, he rises to his feet with a bit of a grunt. He gestures to the one whose robes are beginning to glow, "Your research will not be the only thing that will be at stake here. Are you folks so certain that you wish to start a brawl here, especially when there are so many eager to defend this place?"
Fefneir doesn't miss the glow, opening his mouth slightly as if to yawn, as it looked like ictus was handling it. Using some ultrasonic waves to stimulate the gator fox and bat, the good guys, to give them a boost of energy and regeneritive healing incase things go south all of a sudden. (hehe recovery tales heh)
Peril sighs softly and shook her head, eyeing the gathered band of robed figures and noting the melting papers on the table immediately starting to wonder if what had been written on the could have been sensitive information enough to warrant being placed on rice paper. With a soft chuckle she called out over the rowdy individuals threatening a physical resolution to the dispte "I thought you looked like the learned sort? Tell me, when did scholars start resolving issues with brutal force"
The group looks amongst themselves and the buffalo grits his teeth. "I don't think that's what matters right now." he says very lowly. His associates seem to be giving him looks as though he should keep quiet, the panther setting a knife on the table. "I think you'll let us get back to business." he says very calmly as he and the other two give the buffalo a final look. The buffalo seems to be getting more and more frantic as they do so, looking down and then back to the serving maid as she crawls away. Grasping her he lifts her up and shoves her at Fefneir, moving towards the door. He doesn't get very far before he bursts into flames and is then knocked into the ground face first by the other robed figures. Something is going on, but what?
Darquan smirks as he feels power flowing through him from a source he does not immediately recognize. He takes his glass and finishes the meal in full, downing the contents. He sets the glass down just in time to see the buffalo burst into flame and get knocked over. Brow rising again he snorts and finally approaches the group at a slow and rather measured pace, "Attacking your comrade, now, for seeing the light and wanting to leave in peace? To what did he owe the honor of that?" He is fingering a soul gem in one of his large hands, and if gems can be identified by their looks they might note that he is not suited for combat at present.
Peril fishes her soul pendant out from beneath her robes with one hand while the other delves into a pocket hidden within the heavy fabrics, pulling out a second soul gem. Grasping the amulet securely the little feline inserted the second gem into the conspicuously empty secondary slot, swearing to herself for having forgotten to insert it earlier and keeping her skills as a scholar in mind as they so regularly proved useful.
Fefneir takes the girl into his arm, curling one wing around to protect her. Turning with the momentum and flinging the ninja star at the buffalo mostly without thinking. Arching a brow as he then brusts into flames then knocked to the ground, well will be quick to find out which ones arn't here to cause more trouble maybe.
Ictus hmms? at the buffalo and blinks as he bursts into flames, he immeaditely looks to the others of the group and shakes his head, 'Indeed, what did he deserve that for?" as he draws his blade, "I do believe that it's grounds for imprisonment..."
The buffalo groans as he tries to getup off the ground, seemingly dazed. "I don't think i'll tell you anything, it's time to leave." Noting that Darquan is not a threat, the panther snatches up the dagger and it starts to spark as he lunges at Ictus. The deer begins to calcify his flesh, and the rat dives under the table as he eyes Peril, the start of a fire spell coming out very obvious.
Darquan is not a threat...yet. He changes that the moment the mages proceed to make things even more difficult than before. He stops in his tracks and removes the gem that is in his pendant, only to immediately place the second one in its place. This one is apparently equipped for battle, for some armor fades into existance over his bulky frame and an axe fades into existance in one hand. The swapped-out gem is tucked away in the meantime.
Peril exorcizes the better part of valour and dives back beneath a table, the little cat upending it and topping it down on its side to place a barrier between herself and hard before beginning to focus her own magical skill.
