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"And now you will join them, Morgoth Deltian."

 

The massive Nord towering over the table wore a look of pure hatred. Almost seven feet tall and nearly as wide (and every bit of it muscle), the Nord's presence already had a few nearby patrons shifting uneasily, deciding whether to run or to watch the fight.

 

"Your 'men' outside are already dead. You have no more shields to hide behind." He pulled a still bloody claymore from his belt and slapped the table with the flat side of its blade.

"Death will be avenged by death. May you burn long and deep."

 

Before anyone at the table could respond, he grabbed a solid iron beer mug from the adjacent table and slammed it into the side of Morgoth Deltian's head with a force greater than a daedric warhammer. With the other hand, he drew the claymore from the table. He tossed the mug aside, and his other hand met the handle above his head. Channeling every bit of his hatred into the blow, he chopped downward at Morgoth Deltian's head.

 

 

 

 

In the distance, a single person dared speak. "BAR FIGHT!" he shouted, punching a nearby patron. The room exploded in chaos, as all over the room, patrons grabbed improvised weapons or just bare fists and began fighting randomly, just for the fun of fighting.

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Morgoth Deflected the hit and locked blades with his hilt then he kicked the nord in the gut sending him backwards.then morgoth hit the enemies blade so hard that the claymore flew out of the nords hand then morgoth left the bar laying a hefty blow to whoever got in his way then he left to silvermoth sweraring to return with a VERY powerful force
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<ooc: I suggest you read the rules on power posing: doing/assuming that much in one post isn't allowed. Don't assume a fight is over or post a long list of actions that would take longer than a few seconds.>

 

"I'm not done with you yet!" a voice yells from behind Morgoth as he walks away. Behind him, the Nord slowly stands up, then picks up his sword. "What part of 'go to hell!' don't you understand?!" he screams as he throws the sword. The massive 5 ft claymore hits with devastating force, its blade stabbing through Morgoth's armor and chest, most of it coming out the other side. Before he can react, a random bar patron smashes a chair into him, pushing the sword around and increasing the damage.

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OOC:Um..... :huh: you throw a claymore and it stabs through me...

is that how you roleplay? I dont mean to be rude but that was a bit of god moding and when I play rp`s like this you dont just kill someone like that.

 

I`ll pretend that you missed me and I grabbed your sword and smashed it into the door then morgoth took off through the door outside to get his things and leave that wreched place

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Seran sits calmly in his seat while the fierce bar fight ensues around him. A drunken patron takes a swing at him with a bottle, he swings his lute around & brings it crashing on his head. Shards of wood fly everywhere. Another patron, obviously a friend of the fallen man began to swing at Seran wildly. Seran formes a fist & punches the man in the throat with all his might. With his agressors defeated he walks calmy over to the bar & pours himself a goblet of wine. He then steps out side to get some fresh air.
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OOC:Um..... :huh: you  throw a claymore and it stabs through me...

is that how you roleplay? I dont mean to be rude but that was a bit of god moding and when I play rp`s like this you dont  just kill someone like that.

 

I`ll pretend that you missed me and I grabbed your sword and  smashed it into the door  then morgoth took off through the door outside to get his things and leave that wreched place

<ooc: you're right you'll pretend things work that way. First, he's insanely strong. 7ft tall and pure muscle give you any hints? Second, you turned your back on him to walk out, so you're defenseless. Third, you're not dead. You forget, player characters can take unrealistic damage and keep fighting. Fourth, completely ignoring someone's post is a very bad idea.>

 

The Nord grabs his sword handle and kicks Morgoth off the blade. "Just where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet!" He grabs a bottle from a nearby table and breaks it across Morgoth's head. "Pathetic Imperial, aren't you even going to try to fight?"

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OOC:Peregrine, sludg has a point that was a tad excessive, you could have just had my nord knock him out, or had him shot through the neck with a sniper's arrow, anyways i dont see how that was fair to sludg, but he did say he owned a fortress... and that he had legion solders at his command... so yea i see your point he was going a bit uber.... ya cant make ur character invinceable, my charactrer Fode is for the most part a VERY lucky drunk who likes to fight, and is definatley as mortal and defeatable than the next warrior from skrym, so yea ive ranted long enough.....

 

END RANT :ranting:

 

EDIT:sorry shoulda finished my post earlyer, but Peregrine, very nicely done, you play a nord very very well

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<ooc: thanks, and I don't think it was excessive. As I said, he's got character shields... damage like that isn't fatal to a player character. And throwing a 5ft sword through him is far more interesting than saying "I slash you with my sword"! Same end result, but I like my version better.>
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Fode just stands there, his eyes glazed over, suddenly he snaps t attention, and looks down at the limp and bloody body of Morgoth, then looks around the tavern, everyone meets his gaze with ethier fear, or bewilderment, then Fode turns back to Morgoth's corpse, and finaly reaturns to the bar patrons and says, "OK! he fell on his sword! the nord you see before you did NOT just slay an imperial knight of the dragon", Fode raises his claymore and proceeds to clean it of the imperial's blood, and sheaths the blade, and coutiously heads out the door, steping inbetween the fallen imperial soldiers, that Fode now reilizes the armor of these men has been hit with such force that it has collapsed around their bodies, Fode mumbles something to him self and quickly walks out of town, and as he reaches the road he is joined by a very tall figure with a massive warhammer resting on his sholder, the two then set off south down the road.
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A woman walks into town, and hears a ruckus coming from one of the buildings. "That sounds like a tavern", she says to herslef and heads towards it.

 

Inside, she goes up to the barman, taking care to avoid the bar brawl.

 

"Greetings good sir", she saids in a cordial manner with a slight bow. "I sing and play, and I was hoping that I would be able to get a meal and a bed off of you in exchange for my services."

 

After what she hopes is a yes acknowledgment, he seems a bit distracted by the breaking furniture, she heads carefully to an unoccupied but easily seen corner of the room, and begins to sing.

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