by The Kingpin » Wed May 09, 2012 9:36 pm
Andruil chuckled at the reaction he got. "Well, my friend, a fellow knight by the name of Idrasil, and I had just completed a mission a few days travel from Valenhad city. I seem to remember the job involved a band of murderers and thieves preying on one of the nearby trading villages. Dealt with them over a period of two weeks. The evening we had finished them off and ensured the mission was over, I suggested we stop in the nearest town, grab a few drinks, have some fun before we headed back home" explained Andruil as he finished off his fish, tossing the bones aside into the undergrowth, knowing the native fauna would likely make short work of the scraps. "So we walk into the village in the early evening, and rent a room in the local inn. That night we have a few drinks, sing a few songs, tell a few tales, and generally entertain ourselves and those around us. We were both cloaked at the time, so our uniforms weren't obvious. I excused myself for a moment and left the room through a side door. No sooner had I walked out than the door of the inn gets kicked open and in come 6 men from a known group in the Kingdom. They generally had a habit of walking the line between criminal and innocent work. But it was obvious by the look of these guys and their attitude that they were the former type. Mercenaries that resorted to petty crime if they couldn't get a job. So they walk up to the bar with their swords, axes and hammers drawn, while my friend was having his meal" he explained as he stood up, replacing the skewer on the barbecue spit and leaning against the tree as he continued.
"They demand the bartender and everyone present to hand over their gold, and take the innkeeper as a hostage. Now it's probably a good time to say my friend has a bit of a temper, and had dealt with this group before. They were hardly of a calibre to be feared, in spite of their murderous tendencies. So while everyone's cowering, I sneak round to the other end of the inn, to get the jump on the one holding the innkeeper hostage, and meanwhile, my friend is sitting on his stool eating like nothing was happening. Distracting the mercs. So the lead Merc jabs him with the end of his crossbow and says 'Hey, swine! Did the ale make you deaf? I said hand over your gold!'" explained Andruil with a smirk, remembering the incident well. "So Idrasil swings around, driving a spoon through the fool's eye socket and apparently through his skull, killing him instantly. That moment I stepped in from behind, grabbed the one holding the innkeeper captive by the neck and tugged him out the door, knocking him out in the process. Meanwhile, Idrasil splashes the ale in his mug all over a second merc's face, and throws him into the fireplace, the man burning alive right there, then drives the rum mug top-first through the next merc's neck. the next one runs at him as Idrasil grabs his plate, which was more a tray than a plate like the one you're eating from, and swings it right into the merc's face, smashing his teeth, and I suppose most of his face in. He grabs the man by the neck and slams him face first into the corner of the counter, killing him. the last one turns to run and Idrasil grabs the napkin, unfolding it and swinging it over the man's head and into his mouth like a gag, pulls it back so the man bends backwards, then pulls it sharply, the force of the tug dislodging the man's skull from his spine and killing him. We then interrogated the one I incapacitated and tracked down their activities, but that's a story for another time" he said...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG