S'imba stumbled drunkenly into a tavern in Vesper Bay, filled with rough sailors and other thugs. He walks up to the barkeep opening his mouth and slurring out. "Eyyy, gimme summat that salty whale grog..." The barkeep nodded before handing over a bottle of the drink. S'imba took the grog and started to suck it down. "Eyy...all ya's show me some respect...ya be in the presence of captain S'imba...captain of the Sultana's Revenge, king among pirates!" He called out to the bar. "Me an' my crew? We killed us a kraken!"Â
A few of the men in the bar gave S'imba an annoyed look, while others were impressed most were thinking that it was just the drunk rantings of a Miqo'te.Â
"People think I'm a monster for it though!" He called out taking another swig of the grog. "Mebee is true bu' not like I had any sorta choice...it was gonna drag us under!"Â
A few of the rougher looking gentlemen stepped forward. "Oi, cat I recommend shutting yer trap." A rough looking highlander with an eye patch would say to S'imba. "Yeah no." S'imba responded at the three men. "See ya guys can't hurt me. *hic* I got this coin see...has the ghost of the berserker in it."Â
The three men would guffaw at that. "Ghost huh?" The highlander chortled. "Think ye could come up with sumthin bit more creative than Berserker." S'imba shook his head before responding. "Oh ya prolly never heard the tale." S'imba said opening his mouth to continue before one of the men threw a hook and clocked S'imba up across the side of his face. S'imba hit the floor shaking his head. He growled as he stood back up glaring at the trio.Â
"Bwa ha ha ha lookie 'ere boys, the kitty is all hissy." The leader of the group said before without warning S'imba lunged at him, he jumped up on the man, wrapping his legs around the highlander's waist with a python like grip. The without missing a beat, S'imba began pounding the man in the face as hard as he could with both his fists. The man fought back but he found it nearly impossible to pry the Miqo'te off himself. The other two men rushed forward both of them grabbing one of S'imba's shoulders and yanking him away from the man. Then one of them would take S'imba by wrapping his arms up under S'imba's underarms and locking his hands behind S'imba's head.Â
While the third man went and pried S'imba's legs free of the highlander. S'imba growled and struggled but was powerless. The highlander straightened up, his face now looked much more like hamburger. "Oi yer gonna pay fer tha' one cat." He said with difficulty as he garggled on his own blood. He stepped forwards before punching S'imba swiftly in the gut. The keeper yelled out as the air was forced from his body, though before he could take another breath he was struck a second time.Â
The beating seemed to go on for a long time, the highlander pounding every square inch of S'imba before he stepped back and the man holding him tossed him down to the floor. They laughed at him. S'imba tried to push himself up before one of the highlanders placed a bare foot on S'imba's back. "Ah ah kitty cat...yer gonna stay there on the floor." S'imba groaned as he grit his teeth. "I wish you hadn't done that." S'imba said before giving a growl and felt a second wind burst through him.Â
He pushed himself up hard. The highlander staggered while he tried to catch his balance the second man lunged at S'imba. The keeper would reach out and grab hold of the man's arm, S'imba would follow up by giving the arm a strong twist. The man yelled out in pain as the Miqo'te kept twisting it would pop as it was pulled from it's socket. The man continued to shout out before S'imba gave a powerful kick to the side of the man's knee another crack and the man yelled out in agony as S'imba ruined the knee forever.Â
As the man fell to roll around on the ground the first thug would charge him, S'imba sidestepped and tripped the man. The highlander would catch himself on a table before he could hit the floor. However S'imba was already behind him. Raising his arm he would bring his elbow down hard on the the highlander's spine. With a snap the man fell to the floor where he would cry out in horror as he found himself unable to get back up off the ground.Â
S'imba turned his attention onto the leader. Without a word S'imba jumped up on a chair before he quickly lunged off again. S'imba brought his fist down into the highlander's face and dropped him to the ground. S'imba hopped on the man's back. S'imba grabbed the man by the hair before he began repeatedly bashing the man's face into the floor. The entire tavern looked on in horror as they watched S'imba stain the floor with the man's blood.Â
Finally S'imba stood the highlander lying there motionless. No one made a move against S'imba at this point. They just stared at him in terror. "The weak are without rights..." S'imba said simply before walking out the door into the night stumbling slightly as he walked back out to wander aimlessly into the night.Â
He found a spot on the dock where he could lean up against the wall and stare out into the sea. As he sat there he closed his eyes. He had to enjoy this short moment before he came to his senses and realized what he had done. Dreading the moment he would sober up.
A few of the men in the bar gave S'imba an annoyed look, while others were impressed most were thinking that it was just the drunk rantings of a Miqo'te.Â
"People think I'm a monster for it though!" He called out taking another swig of the grog. "Mebee is true bu' not like I had any sorta choice...it was gonna drag us under!"Â
A few of the rougher looking gentlemen stepped forward. "Oi, cat I recommend shutting yer trap." A rough looking highlander with an eye patch would say to S'imba. "Yeah no." S'imba responded at the three men. "See ya guys can't hurt me. *hic* I got this coin see...has the ghost of the berserker in it."Â
The three men would guffaw at that. "Ghost huh?" The highlander chortled. "Think ye could come up with sumthin bit more creative than Berserker." S'imba shook his head before responding. "Oh ya prolly never heard the tale." S'imba said opening his mouth to continue before one of the men threw a hook and clocked S'imba up across the side of his face. S'imba hit the floor shaking his head. He growled as he stood back up glaring at the trio.Â
"Bwa ha ha ha lookie 'ere boys, the kitty is all hissy." The leader of the group said before without warning S'imba lunged at him, he jumped up on the man, wrapping his legs around the highlander's waist with a python like grip. The without missing a beat, S'imba began pounding the man in the face as hard as he could with both his fists. The man fought back but he found it nearly impossible to pry the Miqo'te off himself. The other two men rushed forward both of them grabbing one of S'imba's shoulders and yanking him away from the man. Then one of them would take S'imba by wrapping his arms up under S'imba's underarms and locking his hands behind S'imba's head.Â
While the third man went and pried S'imba's legs free of the highlander. S'imba growled and struggled but was powerless. The highlander straightened up, his face now looked much more like hamburger. "Oi yer gonna pay fer tha' one cat." He said with difficulty as he garggled on his own blood. He stepped forwards before punching S'imba swiftly in the gut. The keeper yelled out as the air was forced from his body, though before he could take another breath he was struck a second time.Â
The beating seemed to go on for a long time, the highlander pounding every square inch of S'imba before he stepped back and the man holding him tossed him down to the floor. They laughed at him. S'imba tried to push himself up before one of the highlanders placed a bare foot on S'imba's back. "Ah ah kitty cat...yer gonna stay there on the floor." S'imba groaned as he grit his teeth. "I wish you hadn't done that." S'imba said before giving a growl and felt a second wind burst through him.Â
He pushed himself up hard. The highlander staggered while he tried to catch his balance the second man lunged at S'imba. The keeper would reach out and grab hold of the man's arm, S'imba would follow up by giving the arm a strong twist. The man yelled out in pain as the Miqo'te kept twisting it would pop as it was pulled from it's socket. The man continued to shout out before S'imba gave a powerful kick to the side of the man's knee another crack and the man yelled out in agony as S'imba ruined the knee forever.Â
As the man fell to roll around on the ground the first thug would charge him, S'imba sidestepped and tripped the man. The highlander would catch himself on a table before he could hit the floor. However S'imba was already behind him. Raising his arm he would bring his elbow down hard on the the highlander's spine. With a snap the man fell to the floor where he would cry out in horror as he found himself unable to get back up off the ground.Â
S'imba turned his attention onto the leader. Without a word S'imba jumped up on a chair before he quickly lunged off again. S'imba brought his fist down into the highlander's face and dropped him to the ground. S'imba hopped on the man's back. S'imba grabbed the man by the hair before he began repeatedly bashing the man's face into the floor. The entire tavern looked on in horror as they watched S'imba stain the floor with the man's blood.Â
Finally S'imba stood the highlander lying there motionless. No one made a move against S'imba at this point. They just stared at him in terror. "The weak are without rights..." S'imba said simply before walking out the door into the night stumbling slightly as he walked back out to wander aimlessly into the night.Â
He found a spot on the dock where he could lean up against the wall and stare out into the sea. As he sat there he closed his eyes. He had to enjoy this short moment before he came to his senses and realized what he had done. Dreading the moment he would sober up.
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S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
