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    Why is the ale gone?

    Kaja Jelen
    Kaja Jelen

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    Lineage : Curiosity of a Strange World
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    Posts : 557
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    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 27
    Experience : 7,993

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    First Magic: Arma Machinis
    Second Magic: Archive - Nemo
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    Post by Kaja Jelen 15th October 2020, 1:10 pm

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    The sound of metal scraping over stone echoed through the streets. A woman dressed in a suit of steel marched over the cobbles. The lacrima-streetlights began to flash their blue light with a low buzz before giving off a permanent bright blue light. The streetlights turned the silvery plate armour azure. From her shoulders draped a blue cloak, its tips fluttering behind her. On her hip hung a rapier and a dagger in ivory sheaths. Whereas most of the nobility would decorate their armour with gold or gilded ornaments, this armour was sparsely adorned with lapis lazuli. Her chestnut coloured hair flowed over her chest plate. The noblewoman was Amalia, Amalia Maximiliane von Niedermarck, the daughter of a Margrave from Minstrel. She had just visited the embassy of Minstrel in the capital city of Fiore, the city of Crocus. Amalia preferred to be up to date about the conditions of the homeland, in particular the possessions of her family. She found it important to be acquainted with the latest developments, it is her duty after all as a lady of Niedermarck even thoughts she had left her ancestral home to live a life of a mercenary. That was better than joining a convent or the Musketeers. Granted she had been part of the Musketeers for two years, but she needed more freedom. Her life as a hired blade guided her through nearly all the countries in Earthland and now to Fiore and the mage guild of Silver Wolf. A place to call home, a second home. She would return someday after her father died and her father’s vassals realize what an idiot her brother actually is. ”Born to rule my arse,” said Amalia her gloved squeezed the handle of her sword tightly. He is a fancy pant who can hardly keep a hold of his sword in a duel and has no restrain with money. He’ll drain the treasury within three fortnights, thought Amalia, do I sure the people or the lord?. She had to unwind and forget her worries family. In the distance, she noticed a sign, ”The Infinite Barrel, let’s hope that is true.”

    Amalia stepped into the bar and looked around; a few people littered the place. Three tables were crowned by groups of chattering people. The bar itself was occupied by one person, in the far end of the building. The lady walked with dignified steps towards the rough wooden bar and sat down upon a stool. ”One pint of ale, she paused as she looked at the chalkboards with menu, ”can I have the autumn mushroom soup and half of a baguette?” The woman behind the counter nodded and passed on the order to the kitchen. Amalia conjured her purse and tried to look for her wallet, her arm disappeared in the tiny thing. When she pulled it out, she had in her hand sheath of a great sword. A curse rolled over her lips as she realized that the sword had fallen out. She dropped the sheath back in and felt around until she found her actual wallet. Paid the due jewels and looked disappointed inside her wallet, there was not a lot left. She needed to get work. In the meantime, the barista had brought her a big glass full of gold. Amalia wasted no time, and took a deep swig, savoured the pallet of flavours, and let out a sigh of relief. ”This here, is what I needed,” and took another gulp. Patiently waiting for her dinner.

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    Teresa Sinclair
    Teresa Sinclair

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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 15th October 2020, 4:11 pm

    Teresa’s golden hair swayed gently in the rhythm as she walked across the street. Her metal boots made a soft noise as they hit the pavement. Her silver eyes were not locked on the road though. Instead they were focused on a distortion in the air that seemingly swallowed her arm. It was a neat trick spatial magic, it meant she never had to carry a bag, but it was still a bit worrying to see her arm just vanish. She could feel though what was around and in a way the magic purse worked on thought. Whatever you are thinking about, usually materializes first. At least that was how her teacher had explained it to her.

    Sadly nothing much was forming around her fingers this time. Grumbling she began moving her hands around, searching for the keys she wanted to return. For some reason she could not find them though and it began to slightly aggravate her. She was already hungry and thirsty and not in the mood for this. With a grumble a second hand was raised and thrust into the nothingness.

    She was so busy rummaging that she almost walked head first into the massive wooden sign post. At the very last moment she sensed something and dug her left foot into the ground, allowing her to pivot at the last moment. She noticed her hair barely brushing the post and annoyed she looked up. “Who the frick puts a sign in the midd- oohhh drinxies!” It was just what she needed. She could find those stupid keys another time and in any case it was not her responsibility. All she did was stumble across them and in a moment of boredom had decided to return them. Now however she seemed to have found something else to quell her boredom.

    With a smile on her face she shifted her body in the right direction and made her way to the inn. Three tables were already occupied and Teresa considered taking a seat, but at the moment she was more interested in a drink, so she made her way for the bar. Aside from the barista there was only one other customer at the bar.

    At first Teresa ignored her, until she realized it was actually a female knight. Or rather she noticed the big glass of gold. Even from a distance she could smell it’s delicious fragrance and heard the loud call of gold. As in a trance she walked towards the bar, hopped on one of the bar chairs with a vigor uncommon in millenia old witches. In her enthusiasm she forgot to watch out and accidentally knocked over the glass of gold from the knight.

    “Ahhhhhhh my bad” She exclaimed loudly as she grabbed a stack of napkins and desperately tried to keep the gold liquid to spill of the bar. “Let me get you another one.” Teresa said a bit flustered, a bit of pink coloring her cheeks. Without waiting for the answer, she turned towards the barista. [color=blue=“Can I please get two of the biggest Golds you have, along with two B52’s… and keep them coming until I… uhm… just keep them coming.”[/color] She said with a big grin as she reached into the purse and placed her remaining currency on the bar.

    “My apologies miss. My name is Theresa.” She said as she turned back to the knight with a smile and an extended hand. With a flicker of her hand the soaked tissues vanished into her bag. “Oh my… that is some fancy equipment you got.” She said with a slight excitement in her voice as he eyes wandered over the fancy armor and finally resting upon the rapier. [color=“Seriously nice.”[/color] She said with a whistle, as she forced her gaze up again.

    WC: 650/650
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    Kaja Jelen
    Kaja Jelen

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    Age : 27
    Experience : 7,993

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 18th October 2020, 12:10 pm

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    Amalia placed her glass back on the wooden surface. Her gloved fingers tapping on the polished hardwood. That reminds her was still in her armour, which was of course unnecessary now. She removed her gloves but before she could snap her fingers, someone pushed over her glass. Amalia let out a sigh, drooped her head, and dropped her gloves on the bar. She turned her head to face the perpetrator and bit her tongue. The perpetrator was a tall woman, with blonde hair and silver eyes. She had immediately offered to buy her a new one and seemingly offered to pay the ale for the entire night, a saving grace. ”Thank you,” said Amalia, she turned her gaze back towards the kitchen. The woman apologized and introduced herself. Amalia turned on her chair to face Theresa. ”No worries, Amalia.” Theresa then commented upon her armour and rapier, which reminded Amalia that she was planning to change her outfit. ”Thank you, feast eyes as I was planning to get into something more comfortable.” Although Amalia’s armour was crafted by a master smith, to fit perfectly and was much more comfortable than most armours; even to most suits tailored to their owners. But Amalia didn’t like to spend all her days in it, especially when there was no need for it. She was now in a bar, and not at a hedge near the road at night.


    She snapped her fingers, a sudden flash of blue engulfed her body and her gloves on the bar, and when the flashed faded the armour and her sword were gone. Instead, she wore black heels, a beige skirt, and a black turtleneck. Much more fitting. ”What brings you here? Knocking down people’s drinks?” teased Amalia.


    In the meantime, they were given their drinks. Amalia’s dinner came not much later. Wifs of steam streamed above the thick brown mushroom soup. She broke off a piece of bread and dipped it in the steaming soup and took a bite. She ducked slightly in, chewed quickly while her eyes became watery. Once she managed to swallow, she took a big sip of her ale.  

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    Teresa Sinclair

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    Posts : 175
    Guild : Silver Wolf
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    Age : 35
    Mentor : Faustein
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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 18th October 2020, 2:48 pm

    Teresa blinked a few times as Amalia suddenly requiped and the beautiful armor vanished. She softly clicked with her tongue as a sign of disappointment. She could always appreciate a good weapon. The requip was extremely well done though. The silver eyed witch was a practicer of the same magic, but not nearly as well as that. “Oh that was well done.” She said with a little whistle in her voice as she tried to move a bit more forward to attain a more preferable position to sit upon the barstool.

    A slight wiff annoyance shot through her as she tried, but nothing seemed to move. With a surprised soft grunt she tried again and again, trying to reach her drink that was just out of reach. Yet every-time something seemed to be pulling her back again and she was just about to snap her head back to see what it was when she realized. “Ahhh… hehe.” She said as the little bit of pink returned to her cheeks and she quickly snapped her fingers. This time she requiped and the offending greatsword that had been stuck. It vanished in a white puff of smoke and a plain silver bracelet appeared on her arm.

    “Ah well that is actually just my happy tactic to get to know people. Especially if they seem to be drinking all alone.” She replied with a sly grin as she finally was able to slide forward and grab her drink. The gold ale sliding down her throat more eager then a whole infestation of Jehovah witnesses. “Actually I am rather new here. Arrived just a few days ago, so I am still getting my bearings.” She replied jovially as she was done staring at the menu and snapped her fingers loudly. “I will have the meat platter, a bowl of bread and for dessert the cheese.” She told the barman just as he was bringing the B52 shots. “Just use the straw and drink fast enough for it not to burn.” Teresa said with a friendly wink as she pointed at the flaming shots. Without hesitating she plunged the straw deep in the shot glass and sucked as if her life depended on it. Instantly warmth spread through her chest. “Anyway do you know where I can find the best food, drink and company around here?” She asked bluntly as she released the straw from between her lips and set up straight again.

    Just at the moment a large group of rowdy men entered the establishment. Some of them already seemed to have trouble walking straight and Teresa could hear singing. A moment later a familiar sour smell began to make it’s way to the bar and in response she held her glass of ale a bit closer to her nose. “Just what I needed.” She said with a sarcastic chuckle as she shook her head.

    WC: 495
    TWC: 650 + 495 = 1,145
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    Kaja Jelen
    Kaja Jelen

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 24th October 2020, 11:13 pm

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    Amalia watched with twinkling eyes and a smirk at Teresa, who was trying to shift forward on her stool. Once she finally realized that her great sword, which hung on her back, held her in place, she removed it. ”Perhaps, a dagger is more to your liking. It get’s less in the way,” remarked Amalia, who took a sip from her drink to hide her wide grin. She did not that Teresa too was requip mage.

    Amalia turned her head with a slight angle and raised her eyebrows. That must be a joke she thought to herself, ”The waste of the beer is a shame though.” Amalia returned to her soup, scoping a couple of spoons and savoured the rich and thick taste. ”Here as in Fiore or Crocus? she asked. The bartender brought flaming drinks; Amalia looked puzzled at it. ”What is the point of it burning,” Amalia was a practical person and didn’t need a whole lot of fluff as that was something she escaped when she left her ancestral castle, or rather a palace, of Niedermarch. She decided to leave it for after her meal. ”I haven’t exactly paid heed to that, those are the least of my priorities. However, for company you might want to look into a guild. I am a mage of the guild Silver Wolf. Didn’t look for it, exactly but they stumbled upon me and asked me to join.”

    Some townsfolks entered the bar, and by the way, they walked they she could see that this was not the first place where they were going to get a drink. Teresa commented on them. She frowned, ”Why would that be what you need?” She finished her soup and the bread. Her eyes met the eyes of the bartender, ”Can I have a slice of lime pie?” She paused, ”Two slices… Oh, they are for me.” It would be a shame if one of them ended up before Teresa.  

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    Posts : 175
    Guild : Silver Wolf
    Cosmic Coins : 5
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    Age : 35
    Mentor : Faustein
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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 25th October 2020, 3:47 am

    If it had not been so true, Teresa might actually have gotten slightly upset about the dagger joke. Instead she burst out into laughter, as she realized Amalalia was so much closer to the truth than she could ever imagine. A bit of an inside joke, but it did crack her up. “You have no idea!” She said as she wiped a few tears from her eyes and sat down again.

    “Ehhh I dunno…” She replied to Amalia as she shrugged her shoulders. Teresa used to make the drinks herself and this was the first time she was actually asked why they were on fire. They just happened to be. That was just the kind of drink they were. Of course it did help to burn off the Stroh Rum 80, otherwise the drink would kick like a mule. She could however just have made it with normal rum and not burn it. However this particular drink just happened to be on fire. “I could also ask you why they bother serving me mugs of ale, instead of laying me directly under the bar and give me direct access.” She replied with a grin as she pushed the drink in front of Amalia. “It just is what it is. It is delicious though, Baileys is the dominant flavor. You could of course wait about twenty seconds for the flame to go out if you prefer that.” She said with a shrug as she turned back to her ale.

    “Wait I am in Crocus?” She suddenly exclaimed as she finally conciously digested the information Amalia had given her. It had not been her intention to cross in a different country, let alone the capital city, but such things happened to her all the time. She usually did not do a lot of planning ahead and just allowed the currents of life to draw her forwards. “Oh this guild thing sounds nice. Do they also have lot of nice food and drink at this Silver… Wolves?!? Guild?” She asked genuinely interested, just before she ducked sideways, allowing an empty tankard to fly past her head.

    “I need them as much as I need a tooth-ache.” She said to clarify as she glanced over to the group of man who had taken their places around a group of tables and where already getting rowdy.

    She had already clenched her fist and a bit of magic began to sparkle around it, when luckily her attention was drawn by a delicious looking meat platter. “Oh you should try this.” She said moments later to Amalia, delight shining in her eyes, as she swallowed some kind of red meat. “I mean, after all I might just be stealing a bit of pie.” She said with a devious grin as she grabbed her knife and cut of another piece of meat.

    If all the food and drink were as good as they were here, it might be worth sticking around her a bit longer. “Say… do you think I could join your guild?” She asked completely out of the blue, before putting a new piece of meat in her mouth.

    WC: 508
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    Kaja Jelen
    Kaja Jelen

    Dragon VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Haiku Contest Participant- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Curiosity of a Strange World
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    Age : 27
    Experience : 7,993

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 6th November 2020, 8:07 am

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    Amalia rose her eyebrows and breathed out loudly through her nose, followed by a chuckle.

    She listened to Teresa as she made an analogy with laying underneath the keg to drink. ”Because it is decent and civilized to drink from a smaller container than from a barrel or tap. The other has no… purpose, and besides more dangerous I suppose,” said Amalia. She waited until the flame died out and chucked it back.

    Amalia frowned as Teresa ducked and a tankard fly over her and smashed against the wall. ”Quick reflexes,” she noted. ”Yes… you are in Crocus… how do you not know that? Using teleportation magic or something? It’s Silver Wolf, not wolves. You know, a mage guild. I have actually no idea about, I quickly headed out again after I joined. I had some things to do, hence that I am here.” She had only recently joined the guild of Silver Wolf. ”You seem very passionate about cuisine, why so?” stated Amalia.

    Amalia shrugged, ”If they behave they behave if they miss behave, then they will learn not to repeat it.” She wasn’t planning to judge people too quickly.

    ”Bon appétit,” said Amalia, ”if I ever get here again, perhaps.” Amalia’s eyes narrowed. ”I think not,” she said in a stern voice, no one is to touch her lime pie. And just as she had said it, they brought the dessert. Amalia’s demeanour quickly changed and with sparkling eyes she received the pie.

    ”Of course you can join, I doubt they will object to it,” said Amalia, as she was about the spoon feed herself with lime pie. Amalia could cry from gladness as she tasted the fresh and sour substance. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. The environment around her seemed to fade away, sounds dulled; it was just her and her pie but once she opened her eyes to continue to eat, her pie was gone. For a moment she watched with big eyes at the empty spot before her, were once her beloved pie had rested upon a plate. She looked at Teresa, to see if she had done as she had suggested but saw that the pie and plate were laying on top of her meat plate; along with a tankard. One of the newcomers had thrown it and hit her plate. She slammed her fist upon the table before she had touched the wood, her fist was gloved in silversteel. Her stool fell as she stood up; she was again in full armour. Her head was turning red as her fury rose.

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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 6th November 2020, 2:05 pm

    A small part of Teresa was inclined to give a lecture about how ‘decency’ was a human construct, a fabrication and one that changes all the time, even from country to country. Even in this day and age there were countries were it was normal for a rich man to have several wifes, even if by other standards that was called indecent. She probably could hold an entire lecture, but as she noticed Amalia had simply waited and drank it anyway, she decided it was not worth it. “Okay fair enough. Though I swear I miss the times of good old fashioned bacchanals.” She simply replied with a grin, as she could not help but think back a bit.

    Teresa decided to ignore the remark about how she got here as it would be difficult to explain. Basically she had just been wandering, searching. Perhaps she was in the wrong place though. At least the food was good.

    Oddly enough Teresa did believe in luck or predestination. One might expect that the older one would get, the least one would get to believe in those. She however might be considered proof of the opposite, that only the young and ignorant would quickly dismiss it. From her calculations and experiences there was simply no other explanation for some of the events that took place all the time, all over the world. In this case it might just be a coincidence she ran into a guild mage who had barely been into a guild at all. Just long enough to sign-up and meet her here. Now it might just be… but she believed in a grander scheme of things. At least she hoped that was the case, otherwise the universe was kind of ridiculous. “All right, I think I will check them out.” She said wit a smile.

    It had been a while since she had been part of anything. Might be fun to do that again for a couple of decades.

    Albeit Teresa heard Amalia say no, her brain did not really process it. Especially when the delicious looking lime pie was served. A bit of drool was already starting to form when something flew past her. She felt the wind, heard the clatter and all of a sudden she found her meat platter was hosting the pie. It was not what she had wanted… ruining two perfectly good dishes.

    To her surprise Amalia was even quicker on the uptake and for a moment it looked as if she was emitting a cloud of pure anger and evil, causing Teresa to shiver for a moment.

    This was truly odd. Normally she was the first on the barricades to preserve the right of all food to be digested normally and not spoiled by a group of smelly brutes. The problem was that now it should have been her job to stop Amalia. At least normally people tried to stop her, so she probably should.

    “Okay, let’s go say hi.” She said however with a huge grin as she turned around to the offensive table and cracked her knuckles loudly. “Gentleman, I am afraid you disturbed our dinner and we would like a word about that.” She said with a honey sweet voice, still cracking her knuckles, as she slowly began to close he distance.

    WC: 541
    TWC: 3,341 + 541 = 3,882
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    Kaja Jelen

    Dragon VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Haiku Contest Participant- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Curiosity of a Strange World
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    Posts : 557
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    Age : 27
    Experience : 7,993

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 11th November 2020, 2:11 am

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    It was a great evening for the Golden Circle, the heir of the Bulldogs had died and that was a reason for celebration. Their leader had decided that his men should go and drink at other establishments than their bases, expecting that the Bulldogs would assume the Golden Circle was behind the death of their second-in-command. Spreading his men around the city would minimize the chance that most of his men would die in an assault at their main base of operation. They would give the Bulldogs a day or two to grief before they would strike and seize as much of their operations and territory. They were bad guys, and businessmen, but they had some humanity in them. Of course, when he gave his orders it was already to late in one sense. Many of his men had already been drinking and some were already drunk. That last part would likely make it difficult to keep the second order, to not start or escalate a fight with the Bulldogs.

    One group of the Golden Circle went to party in a bar, dressed in their customary black leather jackets and golden bandanas. They were rowdy, and tankards and bottles were occasionally thrown around. But then they were set upon from two sides. They had annoyed two women who sat at the bar, and at the same time, men dressed in trench coats and newspaper caps entered the establishment. The leader of this Golden Circle element cursed for the predicament he would find himself in.

    One of the Bulldogs had heard the complaints of Teresa and walked up to the auburn and blonde woman. In the meantime, a heated argument broke loose among the Bulldogs and the Golden Circle, which their leaders could hardly stop. Eventually, they managed it but then found themselves in a ferocious debate with one another. Accusations were thrown around, insults and teeth were bared; weapons were pulled from holsters and sheath, magic was on display.

    “Ma’am, Ma’am,” the Bulldog nodded to both of the women, “I advise you to keep out of this, and go somewhere else for a drink; perhaps even stay home, it’s going to be a volatile night.” His hand reached for Amalia’s arm and Amalia was going to have none of that. She slapped the hand away and pushed him aside, the man lost his footing and fell. At the same time as the man fell, a shot was fired. For a brief moment, the room got silent, before erupting in a violent frenzy.

    Amalia quickly within the thickest of the fight as the members of both gangs dispersed to find cover or ran at each other with their melee weapons. They held no regard for anyone within the room, other than their own and one of the Golden Circle members charged at her a sword. Amalia drew her own and quickly parried the blow, forcing the blade to miss and then mashed with the basket of her rapier at his head. Her left hand drew her accompanying dagger.


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    Age : 35
    Mentor : Faustein
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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 11th November 2020, 5:21 am

    It was not rare for Teresa’s words to go uncommented, however to be completely ignored or not even heard was a different matter. As she had turned around and commented them on disturbing their dinner, she did not even register on their radar. They were simply being too busy shouting at each other and drawing weapons to even notice her. Teresa crossed her arms and began tapping the floor impatiently with her foot as she was trying to decide which was worse. Being completely ignored or not heard at all. In the end she decided it was pretty much a draw.

    An annoying draw nonetheless!

    Her eyebrow twitched slightly as she watched the -what she assumed were them- the leaders of two cults. No wait, probably gangs, judging from their language. From what she gathered there was some kind of dispute between the two gangs, ‘Isn’t there always!’, and this was probably going to be a battlefield.

    “Ma’am, Ma’am,” the Bulldog nodded to both of the women, “I advise you to keep out of this, and go somewhere else for a drink; perhaps even stay home, it’s going to be a volatile night.” Suddenly a male voice spoke from besides them. Now to be honest, Teresa was not overly defensive about the fact that woman were still mistreated. In all fairness woman were the weaker and more fragile sex, plus the male idiocy for thinking they were there to protect woman was hard coded in their genes. She could ignore a few remarks quite easily.

    However she did not like being told not to fight! Had Amalia not struck the bloke at exactly the moment she did, Teresa would have.

    Just at the moment the guy fell, a shot was fired and suddenly things went from fun to serious. A tavern fight was simply a nice way to pass the time and allow a girl to sweat out some of the alcohol. Build up a new appetite so to speak. However a fight with weapons was much more serious and people could get hurt. So she wondered what she should do. She was neither law enforcement, nor an inhabitant of this nation, so should she get involved?

    Before she could figure it out though she noticed the knight Amalia had already moved into action.

    She frowned slightly as she followed suit. Raising up her fists a bit and mumbling a few quick defensive spells, she dove straight into the action. Since this was probably not a sanctioned fight, she dared not to used her weapons. The moment she walked into the middle of the action though, she somehow immediately managed to get surrounded by a group of man and woman fighting each other. Or probably two groups, judging by the different signs they were adorned with. “H-hokay… and you are?” She asked, trying to distract them for a moment, hoping she could use it to escape them.

    Sadly lady luck was not on her side and for some reason the two groups now seemed to have a mutual understanding to focus on her first. Letting out something that resembled a grunt, she hastily took a step back to avoid a metal bar being swung towards her head. “To me!” She yelled with a grin as she grabbed the bar just as it swung past her face and tugged real hard, drawing the man who swung it closer to her. Like a tango. As he was unvoluntarily approaching her she suddenly exchanged forces and pushed the bar off as hard as she could. “To You!” She yelled as the bar that was moving away and the chin of the man that was approaching her collided in the middle.

    As science teaches us, the unstoppable force and the unmovable object cancel each other out. Which in this case would seem irrelevant as both objects are moving, but cancel each other out they sure did.

    With a muffled yell the man staggered a few moments, before dropping to the floor. Canceled out indeed.

    Without giving the others a moment she swung the metal pipe so ferociously that most of them seemed to back off and look for other targets they could assault. All but the biggest and meanest looking of the bunch. I mean pig meets orc kind of big and ugly, definitely leaning more to orc considering his looks. Or hers? -for one very disturbing moment Teresa was unsure-. To be safe she simply dubbed the being an ‘it’, presuming that asking for the gender could not help it’s mood.

    With a terrifying swing that exceeded both power and speed, it leapt towards her and to make a long story short, a minute later Teresa approached Amalia. The creatures head firmly locked between her arm and her body, dragging the unconscious body with her. “Soooo…. Quick question.” She said as her back touched the knights back, allowing her to watch the entire establishment. “Are we fighting out of hate, duty or simply fun?” She asked curiously as she raised her left leg and kicked an approaching female in the shins, who cursed loudly and hopped backwards as Teresa’s metal boots nearly cracked the bone.

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 12th November 2020, 7:26 am

    Amalia Ad Augusta per Angusta

    A man and a woman in trench coats and machetes charged at Amalia from two sides. Each of her blades moved in counter theirs and tried to herd her opponents in front her but as she stepped back, she bumped into someone else. Forcing her to keep on fighting two flanks, with a possible danger in the rear. The blades flashed, high and low, as she parried another attack. Amalia dropped her dagger, to catch it with a reversed grip, jammed it into the back of the character behind her. Her rapier once again interlocked with the blade from the woman; the man came at her as well but to slow. Amalia fluidly took her revolver from her holster and fired the man in the leg. Then, as the remaining opponent was shocked and confused, she took the offensive. In rapid succession, she slashed at her opponent, who could not keep up with a master fencer and within seconds her machete was send flying as Amalia whipped it out of her hands. Amalia quickly closed in the gap and hit her calf with the hilt of her sword. The man tried to get up on his legs as well but quickly dropped back on the ground when Amalia hit the head with the butt of her revolver. ”Stay down.”

    She did not have much room to breath and observe what was going on as a Golden Circle member with flaming fists came at her. But he was quickly dispatched with a bullet through his shoulder, the same bullet also hit someone behind him in their arm as a loud shriek was heard. She holstered her revolver and grabbed another person, who stood with his back to her, by his arm and smashed her rapier against his head. The next person she faced attacked her with a water spell, but Amalia had some tricks upon her own sleeve. The blade of her rapier instantly became scolding hot and glowed crimson. She swung her sword through the beam of water, breaking attack and evaporating most of the water. Thoughts she did get wet when the remaining water poured over her. For a moment she stood there, perplexed before she moved again. But as she tried to lift her feet, she nearly fell over and found her feet and legs frozen to the floor. The ice slowly crawled up her legs towards her waist. ”Nifty”,” she said but as she said that her sword spewed flames and she used it to melt the ice. The water mage was already engaged with someone else before she was loose.

    It was not long before a new adversary appeared, a man in a brown trench coat and a green cap, most of his face of covered by an enormous grey walrus moustache. He tipped his head as he introduced his rapier, a simple piece of steel but well kept. Amalia tipped her as well and they were off. Their swords flashed as they danced back and forth, strike and parrying. They slowly rotated in a circle. For some time, they were equals. The old man was good at fencing, but Amalia had been instructed by some of the best fencing instructors of Minstrel and besides that, she also had extensive practice in legitimate combat. She had a couple of windows of opportunity during their duel to bypass his attacks and lunge her swords inside his heart or throat but refrained from doing so. This man was courteous, and she could not kill him for that, instead, she was waiting for him to make a mistake, which would allow her to disarm him. And that he did when he attacks from up high, with an awkward grip. She stepped in as she glanced off the attack with a parry and grabbed his arm. She used her cross guard to catch his basket and flung the weapon out of his hands. She let his arm go, stepped two paces back and gave a slight bow with her head. The old man held his arms up slightly, bowed as well. Amalia picked up the sword and handed it to him, ”You fought well. No doubts that the Rune Knights are on their way, you should leave.” The man sheathed his sword, thanked her and walked out of the fight and through the door.

    Amalia turned around when she heard Teresa’s voice. Looked at monstrosity she was carrying along and then back at her. ”The latter two, but I will have my lime pie,” she paused for a moment, ”or lemon ice.”


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    Post by Teresa Sinclair 17th November 2020, 5:20 am

    Teresa could not help but crack a smile as she heard Amalia’s answer. She could not help but like people who prioritized pie like that. “Alright, I can work with that.” She said with a nod and a grin as she punched the thing, still locked under her arm, straight in the face and then dropped it. For a moment the grey eyes in the center of the face trembled, then went cross eyes and lifeless. By the time its four chins hit the wooden floor -and bounced several times due to the elasticity of fat- it was out could. “I might be inclined to join you though, you made that Pie sound good.” She quickly added before dashing off.

    It had been a while since she had fought for duty. Teresa had no clue what kind of duty that was, but she figured it would have something to do with those Rune Knights Amalia just mentioned. More then likely they were some kind of law enforcement.

    As she was thinking, she was weaving through the crowd, relying on centuries of combat experiences and muscle memory. She was not even looking at the people as she walked, bobbed, side-stepped and weaved. Her thumb and index finger pinching her chin, she wondered if she could turn this somehow to her advantage. Maybe she could make a bit of the local money, allowing her to sleep in a bed for a change. However she doubted the owner of the bar would pay her if there was law enforcement coming anyway. It was a pity though… a bed would have been nice. Letting out a sound that could best be described as annoyed air leaking out of her mouth, she grabbed the first guy she encountered. He was not very big and maybe she would have preferred a bigger guy. Still he would have to do. Ducking underneath his swing, she took and step forward. Her lowered head barely missed the swinging forearms. She grabbed the man’s shirt with both hands, slid one leg between his and then used her entire strength and momentum to throw the man.

    Now had the man been a bit heavier, stronger, skilled or maybe even lucky, the outcome would have been different. Or if Teresa had not been annoyed for a moment and needed to unwind. In any case the throw had enough force to send the man flying again and then through the outer door. With a croaking sound that made Teresa feel sorry for the innocent wood, the door was split in half and almost wrung from its hinges.

    She shook her head in pity for the door and the owner of the bar, who could see the damages doubling all the time.

    Suddenly the half broken door swung open and a single young man entered, dressed in some official and very heavy looking armor. “Everyone stand down! In the name of the Rune Knights!” The man bellowed as loudly as he could, putting extra emphasis on the words Rune Knight to strengthen his position of power. Had the boy been a bit heavier, stronger, or skilled looking, it might even have worked. Now both groups simply stopped for a moment and looked at the boy in amazement. Mostly for having the balls to interrupt the fight, while none was sure that he was old enough for them to have dropped yet. Of course if you are neither strong, heavy, big or skilled looking, usually it would have been a good idea to use guile and brains. Sadly the young knight seemed to have neither, confirmed by his following words. “I warn you! Once my colleagues are done quelling fights all over the city, they will come and arrest you all. So I would advice you to break it up and leave now on your own accord. It is your last chance.” He said loudly, trying to look confident and convincing, placing his hands in his side.

    In fairness a good and honorable deal. Sadly all that everyone else in the bar heard was; [color]“Hello everyone, I am all alone and it will be sometime before back-up arrives.”[/color] For a moment the members of the Golden Circle and the Bulldogs looked at each other and instantly agreed upon a temporary truce. After all the one thing they hated more then each other was the law.

    Without a word being said, several mages of both groups turned towards the young Rune Knight and unleashed a barrage of quite deadly magics upon the boy. It quickly became apparent though why the boy had been able to become the law at such a young age. He didn’t even blink. Instead he quickly moved his hands, forming a solid shield of ice on which all the different magics hit. In all probability it would probably have been quite a fair fight, if not suddenly three things had happened. First there was the breaking of glass, followed by a heavy concrete tankard flying through the half broken door against the back of the head of the rune knight, followed by the sound of more breaking glass.

    For a moment everyone just looked as if they had been bit with a stupidity spell. The boys eyes went all white and his body collapsed as his powerless legs could not longer carry him. Then they shrugged and they turned back to each other. “Well that was unexpected.” Teresa said with a faint smile, standing near the bar. She was casually throwing a pebble in the air, catching it and repeating the process.

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    Post by Kaja Jelen 8th December 2020, 11:25 am


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    ”As long as you eat your own pie… or ice,” said Amalia with her eye’s narrowed and fixed upon Teresa. Lemon pie and lemon ice-cream are important to her, particularly after such distractions and nuisance as now.

    Teresa was back in the fight, but Amalia took a moment to observe, it was somewhat comical how the fight was happening. These thugs are simply having a bar fight, the whole bunch was nothing compared to professional drilled soldiers, a decently powerful rouge mage or a nearly unending list of dangerous creatures and monsters. The ilk Amalia was used to fighting, and surely Teresa too. She shook her head. She considered to requip into a magical suit of armour but first witnessed how Teresa threw a person through the door, on the cobbles outside.

    Through the same door came rune knight in full armour, which did not look all that functional considering the thickness of the plates. The armour seemed thicker as half-armour, a cuirass with tassets and a helmet to protect against firearms; leaving less vital parts of the body exposed to prevent over encumbering the wearer. It made her wonder how he was moving in that armour and not die of exhaustion. Often enough some poor fellow gets paid to wear a suit of ornate armour in a funeral procession, just for three hours or so, and dies of the exhaustion. A proper trained warrior or soldier can take the burned of a heavier piece of armour fine for longer periods of time or rather almost all the time.

    She was about to speak up, as the Rune Knight was incompetent at addressing the gangs as his election of attire to wear. What he was doing is gambling whilst showing which cards you hold, and you are having the worst hand imaginable. But before she could open her mouth, the rune knight was hit by an object and knocked out; just before the mob would be at his throat as well. Amalia shook her head.

    ”Enough is enough,” Amalia said, followed by a sigh. The faces of the crowd looked at her, with various faces of unimpressed to suspicious; some after all had already crossed blades with her. Amalia took a different pose, straightened her back and kept her sword to her side, pointing towards the ground, her free hand rested on her hip. ”Go home, 10 seconds, after that blood will flow and death might be a side effect. I don’t care any longer,” said Amalia. People did not move, other than looking at each other. They either thought that she was not serious or that she could not deliver on her threat. But it was not a threat, a Midian teacher of her has taught her not to make threats; “Do not threaten people, if they are worth to threat than cut them down or keep your tongue sheathed like your sword” this was a warning. ”Five… four… three…” The crowd stirred as some took their leave, Amalia kept on slowly counting. ”Two… one… zero”.

    The knight lunged forwards and stabbed her blade into the throat of the closest opponent. She drew her rapier back out, turned a couple of degrees on her heels and dashed at another opponent. Three quick cuts and the victim fell backwards. She parried a blow from the right, maddening quick she drew her dagger and lunged it an armpit. Within thirty seconds, three-man lay bleeding, gasping for air or lifeless on the ground. Those who had been wavering prior made up their minds and fled. A few stayed.
       
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