The Sour Noize Bar and Inn

Vern didn't know how to respond to that... feeling her hand gently wipe away the blood on his face, it seemed she did not place him in the same regard as the barman after all... but given her choices, he could see why she couldn't kill him! He wiped at his wet cheek with the back of his sleeve as she rummaged through the cash register. Great, add robbery to a motive to murder now, awesome... He thought sarcastically, though she did have a point. He looked around, and began to concoct a molotov while he tried to better explain to the woman why they were in deep shit. "Different is different... Different is word for (not same)." He then sighed, slammed the bottle down and leaned over the table. "This country, (this country justice not same), killing... to kill for (no reason is not justice)! Word for (justice) is law!" he tried to translate, feeling his heart rate raise significantly. "Oh Gods. We need to beat it, scram, before someone gets here!" He whispered harshly. "Gods know when these people drink, I'm surprised they don't run this bar 24 fuckin' seven!" He spat, and hurries along with stuffing the rag into the vodka bottle, taking a candle from the side of the bar to light the rag.

She watched him scurry around, making a fire bomb. She smiled as she rubbed her chin, her arm tucked into the sleeve of her kimono as she held her chin, observing him. Clever and handsome, he's gonna torch the place to show the other establishments not to mess with us! I can't wait to announce our actions to this area's Wraith Regent, I'm sure he or she would be better than my previous one! She thought, feeling like she had a string of good luck since she ran into Vern. I guess this is what it feels like to have a decent partner, granted he could move a little quicker, and he looks green... like seriously, maybe the liquor wasn't to his liking? Well as long as he doesn't puke, I can work with this! She added, feeling her heart pace increase as she continued to fantasize on what other shenanigans they were going to get up to in the near future. Still, they had to find that damned Boar, she wanted to give him a piece of her mind for what he pulled on her...! There was also Vern's delivery of a peculiar box to some melon woman with red hair somewhere else... But there was plenty of fun to have along the way~

Vern then began to explain in quick, hushed tone about this country's law was not the same...as her country's laws? "Kill for (no reason)? Kill dickhead for asshole to this one and Vern? Killing for asshole (not good reason)?" She asked, before blinking. "...this country law is stupid. This one kills assholes if this one wants, this country law (protect) asshole from this one's katana? Pssssh. (Weak) country, this one's head words (believe)." she clicked her mouth and exhaled sharply. It did just dawn on her that was perhaps the most complex sentence she could say in Vern's tongue, she was a little proud and annoyed by this fact. She then turned to him. "Vern word 'beat-it', this one (not understand) Vern word..." she says, frowning. She felt stupid, not structuring her words properly... given her growing, yet, as of yet, limited vocabulary.

Vern almost wanted to tell her to use 'I' instead of 'this one'...but he kinda found its distracting, long winded nature kinda cute, so he put up with it, even during this time of tribulation. "Later, I'll tell you... (word, after make fire), when this place is on fire." He tries, fumbling with his own words as he lights the molotov. The crimson light flickered, and he turns to the Samurai and grabs her right sleeve, pulling her away from the bar. "Okay, we need to walk away slowly after I smash this," he started, keeping her close as he raised the molotov high...

Creak...

His body turned to ice. He slowly turned towards the sound, which came from his right. The double doors leading outside were wide open... a burly Scardian man stood there with wide eyes...staring at Vern with the suspiciously raised, burning fire bottle! His eyes went from this, to the woman, to the blood splattered on the table and the wall where the steps leading to the second floor connected to. Vern gulped. "(I can ex-), I can explain... heh...heh..." He says with a smile, his heart stopping abruptly.

Reizei was pulled from behind the bar, closer to Vern and she looked at him with a suspicious look, before she realized he was going to torch the place. She smirked gleefully, when there was movement behind him. She poked her head out, noticing the burly red bearded man standing stupidly in the doorway. "Uh oh, looks like we got a witness. Not sure if your laws are different than mine in all regards, but this one usually turns out bad if they tattle on us before we report it to the Reagent ourselves." She says, knowing Vern nor the burly man would understand her. So she glanced to Vern, then to the man with a smile. "Vern, no (worry). This one kill (as well)!" She says, chuckling darkly, flicking her katana open an inch before sprinting past Vern, towards the burly man with a near demonic expression on her face!

Reizei wrote:Reizei was pulled from behind the bar, closer to Vern and she looked at him with a suspicious look, before she realized he was going to torch the place. She smirked gleefully, when there was movement behind him. She poked her head out, noticing the burly red bearded man standing stupidly in the doorway. "Uh oh, looks like we got a witness. Not sure if your laws are different than mine in all regards, but this one usually turns out bad if they tattle on us before we report it to the Reagent ourselves." She says, knowing Vern nor the burly man would understand her. So she glanced to Vern, then to the man with a smile. "Vern, no (worry). This one kill (as well)!" She says, chuckling darkly, flicking her katana open an inch before sprinting past Vern, towards the burly man with a near demonic expression on her face!

"Wait, waht?! NO!"

SPLISH!

Too late... as he watched the woman kill the bystander in the doorway before he could scream! She was quick, and the man was already spilling his guts on the hardwood floor when she sheathed her sword. "Dammit! GODS DAMN IT ALL!" he shouted, throwing the molotov onto the counter, causing a wall of flame to lick across the entire counter top and spill onto the floor. Flames licked the walls, and Vern smashed more high proof alcohol down to help it light, before running over to Reizei and grabbing her wrist! "C'mon! We need to leave now!" He shouted, pulling her out into the street!

Hitting the muddy streets of this city, he could make out a couple of burly people walking around, giving them odd looks. Nervous sweat rolled down his neck. Dear GODS, this place biker boy haven or something?! Why is everyone fucking burly and bearded like fuckin' vikings?! He asked himself, and glanced left and right, his boots sinking in the mud. "...okay, just remain quiet-"

Boom!

-an explosion from the inn's interior behind them echoed, the windows and panes of the establishment blowing out from the shockwave as they stood stock still in the doorway; the doors swinging in and out, giving glimpses of an intense orange and red flame from within!

"-and act natural." Vern continued, gulping as he went to take a step, pulling Reizei along like a lost child.

Reizei, pulled along after her second kill, which apparently appalled Vern sadly, now stood in the muddy, manure smelling town. She remembered seeing some of the faces, people who saw her naked form half hanging out the window earlier when she woke up; but now they were staring at them with...that same look the barman gave her. It pissed her off... but then as the bar began to explode and spew with flame behind them, she perked up, her chest bouncing as she hopped a little. Oh right! I almost forgot!

"This one killed dickhead for money, for Sake! For dickhead asshole to this one and Vern!" She shouted on the top of her lungs, proudly establishing their authority, for one of these assholes had to be this city's wraith regent!

Reizei wrote:Reizei, pulled along after her second kill, which apparently appalled Vern sadly, now stood in the muddy, manure smelling town. She remembered seeing some of the faces, people who saw her naked form half hanging out the window earlier when she woke up; but now they were staring at them with...that same look the barman gave her. It pissed her off... but then as the bar began to explode and spew with flame behind them, she perked up, her chest bouncing as she hopped a little. Oh right! I almost forgot!

"This one killed dickhead for money, for Sake! For dickhead asshole to this one and Vern!" She shouted on the top of her lungs, proudly establishing their authority, for one of these assholes had to be this city's wraith regent!

Vern's eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip for a moment. "Oh, right... apparently natural for you is being a complete psychopath! Dummy Vern, why you so dumb Vern? How'd ya forget, VERN?!" He whispered to himself under his breath, his narrow eyes glancing up as an ax was being hurled their direction! "FUCK!" He shouted, throwing Reizei from the weapon's path, and dove away from it as it hurled into the flaming bar's door! He looked back, and saw a mob was quickly gathering, and in Scardia, quick was with GODLIKE SPEED! The Scardian mob came forward, bum rushing them with blades from old! "Fuck me!" he shouted, quick drawing one of his linking swords, parrying the broad sword before nimbly jump kicking the individual who swung at him, before dodging a pitch fork and parrying a long carving knife from two other villagers! "Fucking hell! Why, whhhy?! What about this is natural?!" He screamed, countering both villagers with a swing of his fist to the jaw of some burly milk maid, and a reverse blade smack to the neck against what appeared to be a postal carrier? Again, why was everyone in this city burly and muscular as a minotaur?!

A voiced echoed out across the shit smeared village grounds from some distance away. Booming like the sound of thunder cutting through the smoke of the now burning bar.

"WHY THE FUCK IS MY BAR ON FIRE!"

Reizei was pushed away, the unnatural speed of the villagers that followed after the thrown ax was uncanny, if they had been a tad quicker they'd have likely run into their own blade! It was weird, but it was also thrilling! "You all want to die, so be it! Taste my blade fools!" She exclaimed in her own tongue, swinging her blade threw the villagers Vern had batted away, her blade slinging blood and guts across the muddy earth as they battled it out in the streets. She sneered, her nimble body darting through the crowd that approached them, her shining blade gleaming as she hacked and slashed her way through four other villagers, if not five, she wasn't really counting! However, she stopped when she heard someone yell 'FUCK' and turned towards the direction. "Vern, this one (take on voice)!" She yelled out, blade in a reverse grip as she ran towards the source of the voice who screamed 'FUCK'!

Reizei wrote:Reizei was pushed away, the unnatural speed of the villagers that followed after the thrown ax was uncanny, if they had been a tad quicker they'd have likely run into their own blade! It was weird, but it was also thrilling! "You all want to die, so be it! Taste my blade fools!" She exclaimed in her own tongue, swinging her blade threw the villagers Vern had batted away, her blade slinging blood and guts across the muddy earth as they battled it out in the streets. She sneered, her nimble body darting through the crowd that approached them, her shining blade gleaming as she hacked and slashed her way through four other villagers, if not five, she wasn't really counting! However, she stopped when she heard someone yell 'FUCK' and turned towards the direction. "Vern, this one (take on voice)!" She yelled out, blade in a reverse grip as she ran towards the source of the voice who screamed 'FUCK'!

Vern stared down at the pair he had just TRIED not to kill, get slain by the murderous samurai! He blinked, with a green face, watching the humans before him slide away, entrails pulling away from their torsos... "Oh Gods..." He grimaced, before hearing her scream out in her mutated form of Zipagnu-Benzi and take out a bunch more in a shower of blood, cackling like a demon gleefully paddling in the blood of the innocent; granted this was one of those 'grey areas' of where he didn't think 'innocent' applied well to the people she was straight up murdering. He then turned to the sound of a scream and sighed. "Oh, thank goodness that wasn't the Patriarch of the Bar in there..." he thumbed to the burning wreckage of the inn, when he then blinked. "Oh... Oh dear Frey'd... we fucked up." He gulped, also remembering something about... He glanced up and heard screaming coming from the other bedrooms as the flames belched out the windows in a secondary explosion!

"...I just murdered some people too... crap baskets." he sighed, bowing his head, when he felt a gust of wind soar past him, screaming his name! He turned to the crazed samurai and shrieked! "No! Thats one thing you SHOULDNT DO!" he screamed, running after her!

After the roar of outrage there came a shrill quiet which befall the Monster sized Scardians as they continued to fight and attempt to kill the two thieves and murderers in their midst.  The booming voice which rang out came from a stout fellow slowly walking through the doorway of the bar/inn/raging inferno which blazed all around him as his eyes cast out across the sea of blood before him.  These were his people becoming lambs to the slaughter.  His age was clear dirt was it's name as he cast about to cover the entire situation going on about him his eyes finally set upon the nasty wench slicing his folk to tids and bits.  The fire burning everything but him as he stood just on the outside of the blazing building fire licking up all around him, patting his hands dry it would seem as he glared at the criminals before him.

Alright laddies, let's do this!

His words sounded about taking on a life of there own as he shifted his feet and leaned a bit forward as an orb of power projected outward from his body forcing the flames away from the bar/inn.  In a moment the flames winked out of existence as the aged fellows words stopped echoing throughout the village.  





Slowly others joined him from the burnt buildings interior seemingly all unharmed, or unphased by the fire which had but recently been burning them alive.  A cord rang out followed by another and another and those who had been occupying the other inn rooms began to strike up an odd sort of angled sound which came out much like this.





The innkeeper from the night before took center burnt building stage and began to accompany the music with his own contribution, vocals.  Vocals which sprang more than mere sound to life as the burly aged stout dwarf march down the front steps of his bar.  All eyes on him as he stalked slowly toward the two who had set his bar ablaze.  The buildings surround the inn began to catch ablaze as the innkeeper sang.

Now which of ya young bucks lit ma shanty a flame.  There's a tab to be paid on that score and some scalawag to walk the plank.  Now before I get angry the ones responsible will present themselves for their thirty lashes and plank walking.

Slowly deliberately he walked toward the two responsible the other villagers though much taller and far larger in build started to clear out of his way rather than risk getting in his way.

Crisis Rocan wrote:After the roar of outrage there came a shrill quiet which befall the Monster sized Scardians as they continued to fight and attempt to kill the two thieves and murderers in their midst.  The booming voice which rang out came from a stout fellow slowly walking through the doorway of the bar/inn/raging inferno which blazed all around him as his eyes cast out across the sea of blood before him.  These were his people becoming lambs to the slaughter.  His age was clear dirt was it's name as he cast about to cover the entire situation going on about him his eyes finally set upon the nasty wench slicing his folk to tids and bits.  The fire burning everything but him as he stood just on the outside of the blazing building fire licking up all around him, patting his hands dry it would seem as he glared at the criminals before him.

Alright laddies, let's do this!

His words sounded about taking on a life of there own as he shifted his feet and leaned a bit forward as an orb of power projected outward from his body forcing the flames away from the bar/inn.  In a moment the flames winked out of existence as the aged fellows words stopped echoing throughout the village.  





Slowly others joined him from the burnt buildings interior seemingly all unharmed, or unphased by the fire which had but recently been burning them alive.  A cord rang out followed by another and another and those who had been occupying the other inn rooms began to strike up an odd sort of angled sound which came out much like this.





The innkeeper from the night before took center burnt building stage and began to accompany the music with his own contribution, vocals.  Vocals which sprang more than mere sound to life as the burly aged stout dwarf march down the front steps of his bar.  All eyes on him as he stalked slowly toward the two who had set his bar ablaze.  The buildings surround the inn began to catch ablaze as the innkeeper sang.

Now which of ya young bucks lit ma shanty a flame.  There's a tab to be paid on that score and some scalawag to walk the plank.  Now before I get angry the ones responsible will present themselves for their thirty lashes and plank walking.

Slowly deliberately he walked toward the two responsible the other villagers though much taller and far larger in build started to clear out of his way rather than risk getting in his way.

Reizei rushes to the short, flaming oaf, not impressed by his current state as she jumped up, bringing her blade down upon him as his odd song was about to carry on the wind!:



"Hyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"

CRACK, the old dwarf turned his head to the side as he blade stabbed down, connecting with his overly muscled and solid shoulder, the resounded sound could have been his old bones, or they could have been the blade of her weapon snapping, but time wasn't going by slow enough to tell what actually made the cracking pop of a sound as the old dwarf growled as he looked at the blade neatly stopped by his muscles alone.

"What kind of dog is this, that wags it's pointy tail at Rayath Wray'gent in his own bloody home.  The plank wench and chains and the anchor for you."

Flexing his shoulder muscles he pushes her sword away from his body as her feet touch the ground, he continues to stare at the blade as though it were a mere fly landing on him.

Crisis Rocan wrote:CRACK, the old dwarf turned his head to the side as her blade stabbed down, connecting with his overly muscled and solid shoulder, the resounded sound could have been his old bones, or they could have been the blade of her weapon snapping, but time wasn't going by slow enough to tell what actually made the cracking pop of a sound as the old dwarf growled as he looked at the blade neatly stopped by his muscles alone.

"What kind of dog is this, that wags it's pointy tail at Rayath Wray'gent in his own bloody home.  The plank wench and chains and the anchor for you."

Flexing his shoulder muscles he pushes her sword away from his body as her feet touch the ground, he continues to stare at the blade as though it were a mere fly landing on him.

Reizei, confused, pushes her sandals into the creature's ripped chest to help yank the sword out from his muscular body! "Hell...fuck!!" She spat, before he flexed and forced her to fall backwards, rolling onto the soil. She grimaced, before raising her back. "(Mist damn this thing...)" She mumbled, before she thought she heard... a familiar title. "(Wraith Regent?!)" She screamed.

"The Ell's with this bloody wench, crazy ore, burnin ma inn, stompin on ma manteats.  Laddies strike up a nudder song for ma to give this wench a proper thrashin to.

Aye wench that's ma name Rayath Wray'gent scourge of dozen seas, and da one and ony master of the Phado Pirat... Privateers."

His words were soon drown out by the sound of the band picking the notes of their next song causing a near by bird to shriek and take flight, then the inn keeper belted out powerful vocals once again.





"No bow ya wench head propa and prepar for the wraith of Rayath Wray'gent. If you grovel I'll make it quick and painless."

Vern was too late to halt her assault, and he forced his feet down deep in the mud to keep from trampling over the fallen Samurai. He glanced to her when she repeated his name, a look of mixed confusion and anger on her face as she screamed his name out, but in a different manner... likely her own dialect of the Zipagnu-Benzi. The rather tall dwarf snorted something about being- "...Pirates? This far inland?" He couldn't help but say out loud, and despite the man correcting himself by saying 'privateers' before speaking up about it.

"Look," Vern began. "My lady friend here, she's... not from around here. I mean, really... far away from here. She's a bit on the confused side, we don't mean you any harm!" He expressed with a friendly smile.

A loud explosion rocked the street as the inn's upper floor caved in from the fire damage, smashing the bar to bits where she had slain the inn rep/barman for insulting her. Vern, smiling yet, shrugged a little and chuckled nervously. "Well, I mean, except for the guy running the bar. He was kinda ah dick." he says, before quickly scrambling to yank Reizei back up onto her feet! "(Seize screaming, why you repeat foreign stranger birthname)?" He harshly whispered at her, not that he had to given it was a dead language only five people on the planet really knew about or spoke. He held her by scooping her up with his arms under her arm pits and hoisted her to her feet, and simultaneously holding her back from attacking further. He glanced back to Rayath and chuckled. "Again, we'll be going... just need that sword stuck in your pecs and we'll be on our way...merrily. Ahem."

Vern Silverfallow wrote:Vern was too late to halt her assault, and he forced his feet down deep in the mud to keep from trampling over the fallen Samurai. He glanced to her when she repeated his name, a look of mixed confusion and anger on her face as she screamed his name out, but in a different manner... likely her own dialect of the Zipagnu-Benzi. The rather tall dwarf snorted something about being- "...Pirates? This far inland?" He couldn't help but say out loud, and despite the man correcting himself by saying 'privateers' before speaking up about it.

"Look," Vern began. "My lady friend here, she's... not from around here. I mean, really... far away from here. She's a bit on the confused side, we don't mean you any harm!" He expressed with a friendly smile.

A loud explosion rocked the street as the inn's upper floor caved in from the fire damage, smashing the bar to bits where she had slain the inn rep/barman for insulting her. Vern, smiling yet, shrugged a little and chuckled nervously. "Well, I mean, except for the guy running the bar. He was kinda ah dick." he says, before quickly scrambling to yank Reizei back up onto her feet! "(Seize screaming, why you repeat foreign stranger birthname)?" He harshly whispered at her, not that he had to given it was a dead language only five people on the planet really knew about or spoke. He held her by scooping her up with his arms under her arm pits and hoisted her to her feet, and simultaneously holding her back from attacking further. He glanced back to Rayath and chuckled. "Again, we'll be going... just need that sword stuck in your pecs and we'll be on our way...merrily. Ahem."

Reizei scrambled in Vern's grasp, slinging up mud from her sandals she clawed at the air in front of her, towards the dwarf. "(Release), this one now! Vern this one strike ugly Wraith Regent! Vern do it one punch, (release), or fuck with no bed!!" She exclaimed, not really taking time to think out her words carefully- what she really meant was: Vern, let me go I'm going to fuck this Wraith Regent up! Don't stop me Vern, or I won't sleep with you!!

She continued to struggle, trying to wriggle free! "This one... CHALLENGE!!" she says when the new word clicked into her brain.

With a snort the pirate captain glared at both before him. Te horrendous crash drowning out both Reizei and Vern. Not that anything they said would change the outcome of Dwarf's rage and anger at what they had done to his inn, his home, his hidden city.... The band taking their cue struck up a new song, and there was no going back as the dwarf's eyes rolled back into his head and he howled out in rage echoed by all the members of the band.

"Burn.

Burn.

Burn.

BURN!"





The flames getting higher, spontaneously perhaps, or maybe it was directly related to the anger and raged pouring out of the the dwarf as his roar claimed higher and higher in volume as the lyrics kicked in. The flames peaking with the echoing opening lyrics. The dwarf's eyes, still rolled back in his head turned with his head, the irises always just at the edge of the perception of anyone looking at them.

"First strike"

"My inn keeper."

"Second strike"

"My bar."

"Third Strike"

"My city."

"Unacceptable. My city is on fire, my inn is destroyed , my bar is ruined, and worst of all my butler is dead. There is only one way either of you are leaving my city now. As bloody mutilated corpses!"

His words growling as his arms and chest heave dislodging the bladed embedded in him. Slowly he stalks forward his body trembling more and more with each step his rage building as he closes in on the two homewreckers.

Vern's arms around Reizei did little to help with her sharp tongue. "Forgive my companion, she really doesn't know what she's saying!!" He exclaimed. Crap, I can't break this guy's face in without just cause! Since she's woken up, she's committed theft, murder, arson, 16 plus counts of self defense... crap crap crap, if the Chief finds out about this she'll give me the muzzle for sure! Fuck me!! He thought, as he pictured that sadistic woman ensuring he wouldn't just be losing his badge... then again, he didn't have it on him either, he lost that gold shield in a poker game... he couldn't remember who they were as he could only remember their huge ti-

Squish~

Reizei's tits slapped against his elbows as she shook herself side to side violently. The slap to reality was great timing, as the dwarf began to... call forth flame. "Uh... crap..." he had to think, think of... wait.

"Wait, wait wait, you're anger's spreading the fire!" He explained, as he dragged Reizei to the side, and pushed her against his chest with now one arm looped around her shoulders in a manner a hero would keep the princess close while his other hand held a blade out at bay of a dragon... this scene however looked off with the tall nervous stand in, a short, one armed one eyed oni of a princess, and a muscular tall dwarf as the dragon. And instead of a sword- he showed off a leather wallet and ID where a badge... once was, but now a paper with 'Legit CGPD Officer' half heartedly written on it. "Instead of isolating the fire of your bar, your causing it to spread, therefore you are burning more of your village, if it is your village at all!" He begins. "I would need to see the town's land owner deeds, and check with records to see if you're even fit to rule as this village's leader! So under the suspicion of piracy, forgery, and fraud- for the burning of your other housing and businesses, I place all of you under arrest under the authority of the Central Gal-er, Breland City Police!" He exclaimed, before lowering his arm, pointing at the burning, rage fueled 'dwarf'. "I'm also arresting you under the suspicion for impersonating a Dwarf!"

Vern Silverfallow wrote:Vern's arms around Reizei did little to help with her sharp tongue. "Forgive my companion, she really doesn't know what she's saying!!" He exclaimed. Crap, I can't break this guy's face in without just cause! Since she's woken up, she's committed theft, murder, arson, 16 plus counts of self defense... crap crap crap, if the Chief finds out about this she'll give me the muzzle for sure! Fuck me!! He thought, as he pictured that sadistic woman ensuring he wouldn't just be losing his badge... then again, he didn't have it on him either, he lost that gold shield in a poker game... he couldn't remember who they were as he could only remember their huge ti-

Squish~

Reizei's tits slapped against his elbows as she shook herself side to side violently. The slap to reality was great timing, as the dwarf began to... call forth flame. "Uh... crap..." he had to think, think of... wait.

"Wait, wait wait, you're anger's spreading the fire!" He explained, as he dragged Reizei to the side, and pushed her against his chest with now one arm looped around her shoulders in a manner a hero would keep the princess close while his other hand held a blade out at bay of a dragon... this scene however looked off with the tall nervous stand in, a short, one armed one eyed oni of a princess, and a muscular tall dwarf as the dragon. And instead of a sword- he showed off a leather wallet and ID where a badge... once was, but now a paper with 'Legit CGPD Officer' half heartedly written on it. "Instead of isolating the fire of your bar, your causing it to spread, therefore you are burning more of your village, if it is your village at all!" He begins. "I would need to see the town's land owner deeds, and check with records to see if you're even fit to rule as this village's leader! So under the suspicion of piracy, forgery, and fraud- for the burning of your other housing and businesses, I place all of you under arrest under the authority of the Central Gal-er, Breland City Police!" He exclaimed, before lowering his arm, pointing at the burning, rage fueled 'dwarf'. "I'm also arresting you under the suspicion for impersonating a Dwarf!"  

Reizei was calming down oddly, observing the curious scene unfold. She raised a brow to Vern as he fondled her with his elbow, then held her around his arm like she was a damsel. He was parading himself like some Governmental Guard...



She didn't mind the hold, or him groping her, as his hand pushed something hard against the underside of her bosom she suddenly remembered, and a wide smirk came across her face. "(Well, thanks handsome... I forgot I had my 'skip turn card' inside my kimono!)" She shouted in her odd, foreign tongue, unsure and uncaring if Vern could understand the words she spoke, as she drew her firearm!



(Link to weapon)

She thumbed back the hammer, and fired upon the 'dwarf' firing all six 7.62 'Tofer' shells at the guy's head as he, and the others were still confused as she was about Vern's little stunt with his 'IOU badge'!

(OOC: Can we... move along? Bit's gettin a little stale on my end.)

Vern barely caught anything of what Reizei said, save for the basic words and something about 'skipping' he thinks... but then winced as she fired six times into the dwarf ahead of them! The music abruptly stopped like a clashing of pans and pots, record scratching, the works... as the large 'dwarf' became stock still, still very angry, and simply fell back like a plank in the mud! He blinked, the others surrounding them blinked, the other dwarves slowly making their way over to the fallen 'chief' or mayor, he really forgot during all this chaos himself.

"Th-that was rude!" He snapped at Reizei, grabbing the gun from her hand and yanked it away from her, his gloved fingers protecting him from the barrel's heat as he pocketed the weapon much to her chagrin! "That was (bad!), I had this, you didn't have to kill--!" He paused as he saw motion from the corner of his eye. Both Vern and Reizei turned their heads to the movement, the jerking body of the large dwarf drawing their attention! "Oh... he's not dead..." Vern said calmly, as the Dwarf's meaty arm shot up aggressively, and the music in his head began to 'revive' with him like burning bagpipes! "OH, HE'S NOT DEAD!!" he screamed, wrapping his arm tighter around Reizei, arm pushing up the underside of her large breasts, causing them to bobble as he lifted her off the ground and turned away, running and not looking back! "THAT'S OUR CUE TO RUN AWAY!" He screamed, her body dangling before he shifted her body upwards, over his shoulder so her breasts now banged against his neck, right shoulder and upper back! "PROCEDURE DICTATES WE NEED TO RUNNNNNNN!!!" He continued to scream, rushing out of the muddy town's 'gates', and dared not to look back one bit!

Vern Silverfallow wrote:Vern barely caught anything of what Reizei said, save for the basic words and something about 'skipping' he thinks... but then winced as she fired six times into the dwarf ahead of them! The music abruptly stopped like a clashing of pans and pots, record scratching, the works... as the large 'dwarf' became stock still, still very angry, and simply fell back like a plank in the mud! He blinked, the others surrounding them blinked, the other dwarves slowly making their way over to the fallen 'chief' or mayor, he really forgot during all this chaos himself.

"Th-that was rude!" He snapped at Reizei, grabbing the gun from her hand and yanked it away from her, his gloved fingers protecting him from the barrel's heat as he pocketed the weapon much to her chagrin! "That was (bad!), I had this, you didn't have to kill--!" He paused as he saw motion from the corner of his eye. Both Vern and Reizei turned their heads to the movement, the jerking body of the large dwarf drawing their attention! "Oh... he's not dead..." Vern said calmly, as the Dwarf's meaty arm shot up aggressively, and the music in his head began to 'revive' with him like burning bagpipes! "OH, HE'S NOT DEAD!!" he screamed, wrapping his arm tighter around Reizei, arm pushing up the underside of her large breasts, causing them to bobble as he lifted her off the ground and turned away, running and not looking back! "THAT'S OUR CUE TO RUN AWAY!" He screamed, her body dangling before he shifted her body upwards, over his shoulder so her breasts now banged against his neck, right shoulder and upper back! "PROCEDURE DICTATES WE NEED TO RUNNNNNNN!!!" He continued to scream, rushing out of the muddy town's 'gates', and dared not to look back one bit!

Reizei was confused by Vern's reaction, raising a brow with a lidded eye. "Why Vern angry? This one killed Wraith Regent, this one is Wraith Regent now. Vern dumbass, but pretty. This one's head words speak fuck Vern, (after ceremony)!" She says with a smirk, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon baby, don't be a stick in the mud! We're the leaders of this village now! After we force our will on them we can have a huge party and fuck ourselves silly~" She repeated in her own tongue.



She then turned to the others surrounding the 'Wraith Regent', the busty ronin leaned over Vern's arm. "Fuck all, this country this one's now! This one Wraith Regent, now...!"



She paused, then turned to Vern. "Vern word for (money?) This one had head words, but words gone now." She says looking to the side with a lidded eye, seemingly embarrassed and annoyed.



She then noticed the 'Wraith Regent' beginning to move! "Ah SHIT! This one's Tangeshima- no, gun, not kill! This one wants this one's katana, Vern! Strike Wraith Regent head this one will!" Reizei explained, but was instead lifted off her feet, eyes wide and blinking! "Vern what do?! (Let me down), Wraith Regent! This one kill wraith regent!!" She cried out before he tossed over his shoulder, her breasts flopping over his back and pressed against Vern's neck, his hand on her ass, while she faced the crowd of dwarves getting gradually smaller from view! "This one's katana! Vern, dumbass! Vern! Katana! VERN!!" she screamed in her broken Common Tongue, kicking her legs and waving her hands furiously!

"I'll get you a new Katana, its gone, just forget it!!" He screamed, knowing most of that went over her head, but didn't care as he picked up speed. If six gunshots to the face didn't put you down, it sure as hell didn't make one willing to 'talk things out'! I can feel his anger as if it were a flame on my back! Dammit, Reizei...!

Vern wanted to put as much distance between the town and themselves... in fact, he'd rather leave the country soon all things considered! He needed to deliver a package anyhow, to someone in south Bumble-fuck Amaine! He kept to himself, ignoring Reizei's complaints knowing it was best to flee this scene while they still could!

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Somber music begins to play as the village continues to burn in the wake of the two killers departure.  Rayath Wray'gent, lays with an arm thrust up into the air from flat on his back, his anger rising.  The sound of the music picks up as the rage around him now, slowly he opens his eyes blink once for each bullet that impacted into his face.





His arm fall back down, to anyone looking it could have simply been the last ditch effort of a man shot dead at point blank range...

In the face...

SIX TIMES...

But apparently that wasn't actually enough to put the dwarf down for good.  The fires burnt all around consuming him as he just lay there.  Until the fires roared loud and grow beyond control the whole village now a flame as the band had gathered themselves in a clearing just outside the flames and the village continuing their racket of music as the fires turned down red and green where the dwarf lay burning.  

Than the colors faded into clear flame before erupting in the natural crackling orange of fire all around him, slowly rises within the fires.   Yanking the embedded katana free he rest it across his shoulders as he stares out in the direction they had run.





Red as blood he stood the flesh of his dwarven body burnt to ash and dust.  His true skin revealed in the heat and flames of fates destructive fire.  He shook his head and bellowed a deafening roar, which was echoed from within the forest surrounding the hidden village.  A crashing sound of landbound thunder trampled toward the village as he walked toward his villagers, cracking his neck and giving the katana a test swing down and to the right then down and two the left.  As he closes in on his supporting band, he grins as a howling shriek pierces the ears of everyone gathered around.  

A beast with legs and wings tramples trees, their thunderous cracks startling the villagers the band and all gathered in the only safe place, penned in by the flames and fires of the burning village.  CRUNCH!  CRUNCH!

Three, four, five, lives ended by loud popping crunching snaps of the winged beast massive jaws, biting clean through each light snack at a time.  The dwarf no more, stalks toward the beast driving the flaming katana through the last of the still breathing and whole villagers as he nears the great winged beast.  Reaching up he grabs it by it's large snout and pulls its head down wrapping his free hand in chains dangling from it's throat across it's back.  leaping up he yanks on the make shift reigns as the great beast lurches into the air.





With a wicked grin the pair fly off into the sky with only a faint sound catching on the wind of their descent...





Krafey!