<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325014.msg15594031#msg15594031">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 15-09-2020, 09:01:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Too late, Zenda? Ah well, she was a picpocket anyway!",</strong> Kubrat said wistfully, but not too wistfully.<br/><strong>"Then try to stop his bleeding",</strong> he added, pointing at the Thag. <strong>"He was the aggrieved party...had he just bashed her with a fist, even a few times, she'd be alive today, and he would be unhurt".</strong><br/>Then he turned towards the incoming warrior. But this one wore full armour, of a type not dissimilar to Kubrat's own... like if he was getting ready to start killing people.<br/><br/><br/><strong>"Hello, friend. You said a name I have some interest in: the Iron Sheik",</strong> Kubrat said. <strong>"Mind telling me what business do you intend to have with him? I can conclude you're no friends... which suits me just fine. Maybe we can continue this conversation over a drink?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Boss, that Thag guy is dead to. Like always, when you fight, everybody dies. Oh well waste not, want not," said Zendra. She crassly loots their pockets for drinking money. The blonde then orders a pitcher of Ale and sets up Kubrat's table.<br/><br/>Kenji responds with a bow to Kubra. "Hail and well met. Judging by your armor and skill, you must be this land's version of Samurai. Well I fell through a portal and was attacked by a bunch of savages in loin clothes. After fighting my way here, I found out only the Snow Woman of the Iron Shiek's harem can send me home. So it is my quest. I am Kenji, the the man slayer. I'd much rasther be Kenji, the woman layer, but it never seems to go that way. Who are you good sir?" replies Kenji. He takes a seat.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325014.msg15593983#msg15593983">Quote from: Captain America on 15-09-2020, 07:16:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cagan made his way from his bed and into the common area, where he even managed to find his preferred seat. His powerful form settled into the chair as he reached up with a pair of sun bronzed hands to casually adjust his clothing to better obscure the view of his face. <br/><br/>As a serving girl approached, the warrior surrendered some of his, newly won coin, and she went to bring him the food and wine she already knew were desired. He would keep his head down, and take his meal in relative peace, the anonymity of the tavern providing a degree of protection. With head down, Cagan still noticed the comely blonde and her companion. <br/><br/>Of course as the cursed hell demons, seemingly in charge of fate, would have it, no sooner was the wine arriving, then a woman screamed as she found herself impaled upon the blade of Thag the Impatient. A move which Cagan considered particularly idiotic, and certainly not his business unless, no, his coin was still in it's place and safe. And of course, his great and unmatched wisdom paid off in spades as the blonde's companion seemed to be the one this involved. The handsome warrior lifted his wine cup as a piece of wooden stool flew by and skittered across his table.<br/><br/>Sipping the wine he watched the second skewering begin, this one involving the companion and Thag. The cup in one hand, Cagan reached under the table with the other, and observed silently.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>(http://img00.deviantart.net/18ae/i/2015/177/5/1/dimona_the_bar_maiden_by_candra-d8xa6ga.jpg)<br/>(Image by Candra.)<br/><br/>Dimona sits at Cagan's table and hands his coins back to him with a coy smile. "I'm sorry dear sir, but your money is no good here. You will have to work off your meal...upstairs with me," she said. Holy crap, this woman is saying Cagan must give her a hot dicking to pay for things. The other tavern girls complain," Dimmy that is no fair! We want turns with the handsome Sir as well!"  Dimona shrugs and said," Well I suppose we can have him stay the night and pay for the bed by having turns with all of us."  All the girls seemed to really like this idea. Cagan can feel the JEALOUS AND ANGRY STARES of every man in the tavern glaring daggers at him in jealousy.<br/><br/>Sadly before anyone can go further a band of men in strange leather costumes bust in. "Unhand that pretty boy! He is an important sacrifice to our cult!" He then looks around the tavern. "Hey! there is that Kubart bastard who killed Steve because he is in a rival cult! And there is that Kenji bastard that came out of the portal and killed Gary! Kill those two and Capture Cagan the Pretty," said the leader. one of the henchmen replies,"Ah that is kind of a tall order there boss. I think Cagan will get away as we kill the other guys." The leader nods and said," Good point. JUST KILL ALL THE GUYS WITH REAL ARMOR. The head preistess can ressiurect the one she wants. GIMP SQUAD ATTACK!" You hear a mighty roar of leather and muscle.<br/><br/>Fate has forced the player characters to work together. Roll initiative.<br/>