Hydaelyn Role-Players

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Shamad landed on the Hyur's back. He quickly slashed across the man's juggular and jumped back. He started through the crowd, using his size to his advantage. He slashed the Achilles tendon of anyone fighting a guard and went for the femoral arterie as they fell. He had forgotten the pleasure he got out of the tactile sensation of blood on his hands. His stress and anxiety melted away. He threw himself into the battle with abandon.

Siben watched the ranger hop on the bar and sink an arrow into one of the brawlers. He called over towards her, "Hey! What are you crazy!? Get out of here!"

He looked towards the other woman, the one he overheard being a miner or something, 'You too! Quickly, over here."

He concentrated and wove some protective spells on himself, the archer and the business woman.
Catching sight of the Lalafell smashing people in the kneecaps with a stick, Siben cast a protective barrier around him as well.

Ryelle dropped behind the relative safety of the bar as the ranger let go of her arm then leaped onto the counter, drawing a small stiletto from each boot. She sunk back against the wall, content to watch the pandemonium and guard the other woman's back after she'd leaped onto the counter. As the brawl evolved into a bloody riot, her gaze flicked about the room, tracing the other with a mixture of annoyance, concern, and horror. She turned her head at a shout of "Hey! What are you crazy!? Get out of here!"

Ryelle quickly glanced over the space between the temporary sanctuary and the strange man shouting at them, asessing the chaos with a worried frown. She knew she didn't stand much luck trying to dive through the fray by herself, even with protective spells, and the ranger seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She shot her companion a questioning look, deciding to let the experienced fighter make the choice of action.

((Dashi, give us a battle diagram ;P))

She quickly looked to the Mage hearing him shouting but shook her head and then looked down quickly at Ryelle. She had a better tactical a advantage with her position on top of the bar and it was too dangerous for Ryelle to even chance moving towards the entry. Too much of a risk of a blade to her back. She shouted at Ryelle. "Keep low!"
Aiming her arrow at another coming their way. Her companion swooping downward swiftly and clawing at hulking figure's throat. She let the arrow go straight at his exposed throat as the Hawk moved swiftly back up allowing her a clear shot.

"Damn, too many people..."

He reached out once more calling forth flames. He began to cast fireballs, trying to clear a path between the bar and the exit. Hoping to catch a thugs jacket or pants aflame here and there to distract them if not cause them to flee outright.

(it's a Friday night be back I'm a few hours )

Croix cursed as he dove to the side to avoid the flying balls of flame. "Why is it always magic?" he muttered under his breath. Rolling into a crouching position, he turned as he heard his name called from the back room. hiding halfway behind the door was Elle, waving a small shortbow and quiver at him. Smaller than what he was used to, but better than nothing. He nodded and the waitress tossed the weapon to him in response. Snatching it from the air, he quickly surveyed the room and tried to pick out the best spot. He felt far more in his element now. Up high, bow in hand, surveying the battle...this was where he belonged.

Deciding the hawk-woman had the right idea, he vaulted onto the bar alongside her and took up a firing position. "Sorry for my earlier rudeness, ladies. I hope you won't object to my joining you this time around?" he nodded to the fellow archer next to him. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine. First things...that idiot hits the wrong bottle, the whole place is going to go up." Taking aim at the Midlander tossing the flames about, he let loose an arrow with the intent to strike his arm.

Things had became too thick, and Revan's real work had yet to really begin. The tall highlander moved slowly as he walked past patrons, dodging brawlers as they tackled each other about, among arrows and fireballs. A bird of all things comes clawing at Revan's throat, and scratches him deeply, Revan clenches his fist and knocks the bird away from him, atleast enough to shoo it off, before his eyes land upon a bow-woman standing upon the bar, aiming her arrow directly at him. Illucien's atherial gem glows white, as do Revan's eyes and in an instance, Revan uses all his power of conjury to protect him from the unprepared shot. A white barrier forms around Revan and the arrow that would have likely hit him precisely in the neck, bounced off the barrier and stuck into the ceiling. The barrier quickly faded, and Revan began breathing heavily. Conjury never had taken as much of a toll on him before, but the use of white magic was hardly used by him. Revan caught his breath, feeling slightly fatigued for conjuring the barrier and rested his eyes upon the ranger who stood atop the bar. Revan concentrated once more, his eyes glowing as white as Illucien's jewel, all the candles within the tavern beginning to flicker, their flames rose from the wicks and gathered at Illucien's blade, the black steel nodachi looking completely alit by fire.

He rose his hand aiming it towards the ranger who stood upon the bar and the focused Aetherial energy began to gravitate right into his palm into a great flare of fire. He drew his hand back, ready to cast the energy towards her, but instead, he decided to use it for another purpose. Revan swung his hand back to the great group of brawlers, the ball of fire exploding upon the tables and wooden floor behind him, spreading greatly into a fire wall. If those who remained behind did not act quickly, the inferno would spread and bring the whole building down in a matter of minutes. Revan's energy was nearly sapped from him, and he knew he had to get to Celgad. His eyes moved towards the door, and he quickly shuffled to the exit, Siben (or his character rather) lying in his path.

Revan lowered his sword to his side and brushed past the mage, following after the two rogaedyn who had made off with Celgad. The rain was pouring harder than ever and Revan thought he had lost them until he had seen the three resting at the side of the road. As he looked further down the road, many torches could be seen approaching the tavern. In minutes this place would be overcame by whatever authority governed this land, it being apparent that one of the feeling patrons warned the said militia. Revan hurried across the street to the three.

Shamad saw the hyur man set the whole place on fire. He immediately stopped fighting and ran as fast as his little legs could take him and that pretty fast if he didn't say so himself. He stepped on someone ((siben)) as he ran out the door. He was pretty sure the militia would connect him to this and some other...activities......of his tonight. He needed out of the city. He ran the entire way to the border and disappeared on the beach.

(As I understood the battle to have happened.)

She Nodded not taking her eyes of her target. "So long as you refrain from digging for information I have no qualm" she drew the bow string closing an eye as she was about to let go she saw the man knock her hawk away and let the arrow cut through the heated air.To her disappointment the the arrow bounced back as it near him. and ricocheted and struck into the ceiling.
"Damn!" she cursed abruptly. "Shielded." she whistled sharply.

The hawk finding balance back in the air abruptly cocked it head at the whistle and immediately flew back to his companion landing on her shoulder stabling the bow.

"Are you alright old friend?"

She smiled as he hawk looked at her and screeched a bit indicating that he was perfectly alright but any further attemps to check him would have to wait as she caught the flames in their wicks flickering and the Highlanders blade gather the flames. her eyes narrowed at she watched him gather the flame in a flare of hot energy and dropped her bow arm. She had to think quick as he aimed it directly at her.
"Get down both of you!" She yelled at them. running further down the bar she shielded her face for preparation of the hit covering her hawk with her cloak and jumping down behind bar hoping to draw the energy only toward her.

((and again, for reference sake. ))

He rose his hand aiming it towards the ranger who stood upon the bar and the focused Aetherial energy began to gravitate right into his palm into a great flare of fire. He drew his hand back, ready to cast the energy towards her, but instead, he decided to use it for another purpose. Revan swung his hand back to the great group of brawlers, the ball of fire exploding upon the tables and wooden floor behind him, spreading greatly into a fire wall. If those who remained behind did not act quickly, the inferno would spread and bring the whole building down in a matter of minutes. Revan's energy was nearly sapped from him, and he knew he had to get to Celgad. His eyes moved towards the door, and he quickly shuffled to the exit, Siben (or his character rather) lying in his path.

Revan lowered his sword to his side and brushed past the mage, following after the two rogaedyn who had made off with Celgad. The rain was pouring harder than ever and Revan thought he had lost them until he had seen the three resting at the side of the road. As he looked further down the road, many torches could be seen approaching the tavern. In minutes this place would be overcame by whatever authority governed this land, it being apparent that one of the feeling patrons warned the said militia. Revan hurried across the street to the three.

((I think I got a bit confused by the layout... but uh, I was thinking the bar was more towards the middle of the room, since the meeting happened in the back of the tavern... like the bar would be against the wall between the back of the room and the entry. Revan meant to redirect his attack to the huge brawl of people from behind him, not so much the people at the bar... though he totally thought about it, lol This was my interpretation))

(honestly part of what made this brawl so awesome was its chaotic nature. People got attacked that people didn't intend to attack, others did things in certain ways... and in the end a crazy awesome fight ensued)

She never felt the heat envelope her but she did hear loud screams and shouts erupt in the establishment. She pulled the cloak off her and her hawk and came to her feet to see a wall of flame eating away a the wood and the hiss of alcohol feeding it from tipped over and abandoned cups. She looked down at her companion who fluffed his feather and screeched a bit. "He's gone...." She said to her companion.
not spotting him anywhere in the building she walked further along the bar edge finding Ryelle.

(I understood i think what you meant gaelic i first left it off like that so someone could jump in that might want too before acknowledging him not tossing it at the people at the bar. But I see now that was little confusing leaving it off, so i just posted again to clear it up a little . sorry for the confusion. ))