Revan's eyes darkened as chaos broke out at the tables near him, and he glared darkly at Celgad before him. Celgad turned his head to overlook those who were fighting and his eyes rested upon Galatius's body. Celgad stood to his feet, brow furrowed as he recognized his fallen ally. "GALATIUS!" Celgad cried out running towards the man's corspe as his blood was pouring out beneath him. One of the accompanying Rogaedyn glanced at the young highlander as he ran to Galatius's side and reached for him, beginning to drag him away from the onslaught. He turned to two more who were not yet engaged and roared, "One-eye's brother! Get him the hell out of here!" He said throwing the young inexperienced highlander towards them, and then unsheathing his sword and re-engaging into the battle.
Revan's gaze darkened watching what was taking place, his business here was not yet handled. His hand landed on the documents that rested upon the table, and he began to clench them in his hands, crushing their existence between his firm contracting fingers. He threw them on the floor believing that what use they once may have served was no longer of importance. Revan stands to his feet and unsheaths his long nodachi-like sword of black steel, and electrical pulses began to emit from the blade and the aetherial gem incrested in it's hilt began to glow.
He moved slowly towards the brawl, remaining a spectator for the moment, eyes resting upon Celgad as the ruffians tried to get him out of the now dangerous place. Revan was unsure of Celgad's part with this company of men, but the words "One-eye's brother" made more evident what Lengalad's place was in this unfamiliar land. Revan remained unengaged, cold eyes looking over the three who had started the fight, and then glancing over to the others. Only was it until the very Rogaedyn who drug Celgad off came hulking into Revan's tall impeding figure.
"Best mind your own, before it gets you killed!" The large Rogaedyn said, standing over the corpse of his leader, while the others remained engaged with the three. The large Rogaedyn held the tip of his sword towards Revan's chest.
Revan seemed unaffected by the Rogaedyn's hostile stance towards him, while it was clear that this rogaedyn was an ally of Celgad's, it did not make him an ally of Revan in his mind. Revan's lips remained idle, his sickly cerulean eyes darkened upon looking into the Rogaedyn's hard glare. He raised his left hand to the man's blade and gripped around it firmly, blood beginning to drip from his hands as the edge cut into his skin. The Rogaedyn raised a brow, seeming confused with Revan's action, and stood unaware of what to do.
Revan's sword, Illucien, began to emit a static charge, electricity pulsing through Revan's hand and up his forearm. This energy began to emit from his other hand, and traveled through the steele of the Rogaedyn's blade, the large warrior beginning to shake as the electrical energy began to jolt through his body. He finally let go of his sword altogether, and fell back, his butt landing right on the Galatius's lifeless body. He held his hand in the other, looking up at Revan with confusion. Revan dropped the Rogaedyn's sword, steel ringing as the blade hit the ground.
Revan swung the great nodachi across the Rogaedyn's neck, blood spraying out profusely over Revan's black leather armor, he moved towards the Rogaedyn who were dragging Celgad out of the tavern, hulking towards the doors he just entered not more than twenty minutes earlier.
Revan's gaze darkened watching what was taking place, his business here was not yet handled. His hand landed on the documents that rested upon the table, and he began to clench them in his hands, crushing their existence between his firm contracting fingers. He threw them on the floor believing that what use they once may have served was no longer of importance. Revan stands to his feet and unsheaths his long nodachi-like sword of black steel, and electrical pulses began to emit from the blade and the aetherial gem incrested in it's hilt began to glow.
He moved slowly towards the brawl, remaining a spectator for the moment, eyes resting upon Celgad as the ruffians tried to get him out of the now dangerous place. Revan was unsure of Celgad's part with this company of men, but the words "One-eye's brother" made more evident what Lengalad's place was in this unfamiliar land. Revan remained unengaged, cold eyes looking over the three who had started the fight, and then glancing over to the others. Only was it until the very Rogaedyn who drug Celgad off came hulking into Revan's tall impeding figure.
"Best mind your own, before it gets you killed!" The large Rogaedyn said, standing over the corpse of his leader, while the others remained engaged with the three. The large Rogaedyn held the tip of his sword towards Revan's chest.
Revan seemed unaffected by the Rogaedyn's hostile stance towards him, while it was clear that this rogaedyn was an ally of Celgad's, it did not make him an ally of Revan in his mind. Revan's lips remained idle, his sickly cerulean eyes darkened upon looking into the Rogaedyn's hard glare. He raised his left hand to the man's blade and gripped around it firmly, blood beginning to drip from his hands as the edge cut into his skin. The Rogaedyn raised a brow, seeming confused with Revan's action, and stood unaware of what to do.
Revan's sword, Illucien, began to emit a static charge, electricity pulsing through Revan's hand and up his forearm. This energy began to emit from his other hand, and traveled through the steele of the Rogaedyn's blade, the large warrior beginning to shake as the electrical energy began to jolt through his body. He finally let go of his sword altogether, and fell back, his butt landing right on the Galatius's lifeless body. He held his hand in the other, looking up at Revan with confusion. Revan dropped the Rogaedyn's sword, steel ringing as the blade hit the ground.
Revan swung the great nodachi across the Rogaedyn's neck, blood spraying out profusely over Revan's black leather armor, he moved towards the Rogaedyn who were dragging Celgad out of the tavern, hulking towards the doors he just entered not more than twenty minutes earlier.