Hydaelyn Role-Players

Croix's moment of satisfaction at seeing his arrow hit the target was short lived as the bar erupted into flames. This was precisely what he had been afraid of. Squinting as the smoke stung his eyes, he tried to seek out a fresh target when his aim was interrupted by first a wet handkerchief being thrust into his hand, then his cuff being tugged on as he was pulled away from the bar. He nodded to himself, the woman had the right idea...to stay in amongst these flames would be certain death and little could be done now that things had progressed this far. They made their way out, bumping into several others that Croix was unable to see through the smoke until they finally emerged into the safety of the street outside. As his cuff was released, he wiped his eyes and took stock of his surroundings.

Mages attempting to quell the blaze...guards starting the investigations as to who started it. Not a good thing to be caught up in, Croix decided...he and his temporary allies were innocent, but far too often he had encountered guards that employed a "punch in the face and arrest first, decide how they're guilty later" mentality and all his instincts told him that now was a good time to slip away. Nevertheless, he had just fought alongside the ranger and the other woman had assisted him in escaping the blaze and he felt uneasy at the thought of just abandoning them. He addressed his companion, looking around for sight of the other ranger. "I suppose I'd best be done quickly with the introductions. My name is Croix Reinard, I know this city well. It would be in our best interests not to get caught up in this...one tends to survive by staying off the map, as it were. If you wish, I can lead you someplace safe for the time being...once your friend emerges, of course."

Ryelle turned to the miqo'te and gave a small shake of her head. "I'm terribly sorry, but I've no idea where the owners might be in all of this mess, though I'd imagine they'd be near the rear entrance as the fire hasn't seemed to reach it." She gave the tiniest smirk as the other woman winked at the guard. "And yes, I suppose there are a few upsides to trouble turned nasty. As for what happened, as you said, the mother of all food-fights escalated abit beyond control. Plus some insane highlander decided to throw caution to the wind and burn the building down as the quickest way to end the mess I suppose... Sorry I couldn't be of more help, good luck with your supplie collection, and enjoy the pleasanter sights of the aftermath." She gave a small nod of her head as goodbye and looped her arm through Croix's.

"Lead on, Mister Reinard. We'll look for my associate and get on the way to your hideaway." She set a worried smile in place and looked around the scene for the archer and her hawk.

(( *hopes following this all correctly and stretches out the characters legs* Also hoping that I can do this in the game. ))

Mayhem, carnage, looks like a mess hit here and hit hard. Though it was hard to say for the newcomer to this area and perhaps even a tad lost. The tall Duskwight Elezen walked into the area. His violet-blue eyes looked around, careful how he stepped. He wore mostly what looked to be black leather armor, and lance equipped to his backside.
His hair had some bangs around his face, with ear tails that went down past his chin. His hair pulled back into a pony tail. The bangs and a bit of highlight in his hair was that of blondish gold color, which the rest of his hair was black.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he then crossed his arms over his chest, before shifting his weight to one side, "This may be a silly question but.." He then raises a black eye-brow, "Is everything ok?"
Yes, asking this with a burned down building, people probably trying to figure out what was going on, much like himself, yep--
That was indeed a silly question. Score one for idiot questions!

Loki overheard his question and without looking at him responded, "Everything is fine as long as they didn't set fire to the alcohol."

The Ranger strode quickly as possible out of what was once the Bismarck, behind several coughing survivors from the blaze carrying an unconscious man over one of her shoulders as her hawk rested on the other. she pulled the cloth down from her mouth coughing a bit as she tried to inhale the smokeless air. she laid the man down by the others she had found and lead out. They seemed to be the last few as she found struggling to find their way out in their coughing fits and burning eyes. Knelt down beside them passing a canteen of water from one to another as they panted and tried to clear their lungs. patting one on the shoulder.

"Stay here and keep an eye on him" She indicated to the passed out man as she searched out for medical help, Catching sight of a physician that was called to the scene she spoke quickly to him and directed him to the group of people she had led out. Her haw screech lowly and she gently stroked the hawk's head as his feathers started to settle down again.

Aveline watched the finely dressed woman and her companion walked off calmly from the ruins of the Bismarck. "Burned it down to end the fight..." she murmured to herself, wonderingly. Her brow furrowed together in annoyance. "I came all the way out here to this stinking, slimy, city for NOTHING?! May Rhalgr take the lot of you!" She yelled to, it seemed, the entire population of Limsa-Lominsa before stomping off back the way she came in search of a room for the night. She'd sort out a carriage ride back to Ul'dah in the morning. And try to find one of those neat three-corner hats that seemed so fashionable in this region.

Seeing the situation getting under control Siben decided to re-enter the Tavern.
He slung himself down at one of the unmolested tables and rested his head on the tabletop, waiting in case someone felt the need to question him.

The Duskwight remained confused, very confused, however he did spot someone who came into the Tavern, though dry remarked back to the barkeeper(?), "..I wouldn't set fire to anything, unless it was to burn a corpse."

With that the Duskwight made his way over to Siben who just rested their head down on the table top. His boots could be heard hitting the floor, as he wasn't masking himself from not being heard.
"Excuse me," He addresses with a smile, "What-- happened? I mean, that looks pretty bad.." He then sighs softly before rubbing the back of his neck. "..unless your as clueless as I am.."
Then he mutters softly, "..which just be my luck.."

Siben gave a sigh, having just put his head down and not willing to pick it back up yet. He spoke loudly into the table so whoever was standing there could hear him,

"Three men came in, one with glasses and a fencing sword, one very large...thing...with two large maces, and one baldie. Shortly after a small mob came in to meet with them, something happened and they started a brawl. Which spread to the rest of the establishment. One of the men cast a powerful fire spell that started the blaze."

He picked his head up and looked up at the person, "Good enough?"

"Must have been over something idiotic," Loki remarked, "As only idiots starts fights like these in well populated bars." She looked at her fingers, then moved to a drier area, leaning against the wall while the chaos cleared.

The duskwight raises a brow at the explanation before he frowns a bit, "Sounds awfully exciting." said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. "..I'm surprised someone didn't give them the boot before things got kind of ugly. Do.." He pauses for a moment, "..nevermind.."

The duskwight hrms softly before he grins, "Mind if I have a seat here? New around the area, traveled in, told this was the best place to go to-- find work, if anything else. Youthful around the collar perhaps, but I have my skills." He then lowers his eyes slightly, "..Though.. none to help those people.."
"Oh yes!" He then smirks, "The name is Vaelyn, Vaelyn Nykrah."

Siben extends a hand to one of the empty chairs. He looks over his shoulder to the woman leaning against the wall, "Y-You're more than welcome to join us as well....if you like." He smiled weakly at the woman, hoping she would come sit as well to take the pressure of having a conversation off of him.

He nods to the man, "I just arrived in town myself...hell of a place."

She says nothing, just raises an eyebrow and walks over, plopping down on the chair.

Vaelyn took a seat and rested his arms on the table, then watched as the other joined them. He examined her for a quick moment, before closing his eyes in thought. "Hell of a place indeed. Hopefully those who have gotten hurt have proper attention."

Vaelyn then opens his violet-blue eyes before sitting back in his chair. Then looks the lady once more who has joined them, "And what may your name be, Miss?"

Kain noticed that, for all of the destruction that had taken placed inside, there were still several people filtering back in. Though a good portion of the bar was scorched, another half had gone saved by the efforts of the militia and conjurers who'd doused the inferno into lifelessness. He did not prefer to go back in, instead sitting on the street outside, one the guards coming up to him to interrogate him. They'd likely do the same to all the rest inside.

"You know anything of this?" asked the guard, only half appearing like he cared.

Kain spoke from beneath his black mask, still clutching his broken ribs. "Two parties, one led by a man in black armor named Galatius, the other by a bald man and his two escorts, one a thin fencer and the other a giant Hyur. The giant's name is Goobbue, I recognized him, he's a former prisoner of the Garelan Empire. Nothing to be messed around with."

"Thank you for your cooperation, citizen." With that, the guard walked into the tavern. Kain was glad to just take a breath, and prepared to depart. He'd had enough of Limsa Lominsa. Ul'dah was beckoning.