Pynti-Peldot

[One Lost Soul]

Name: "Quick-Step" Racoan.
Race: Dúnedain
Attire: Traditional attire for his sect of the Rangers.
Weapons: His bow, machete, axe, and long sword.
Location: Pynti-Peldot (inside the Inn of the Snowy Eagle)
Tagging: Anyone
Time: TA 3018, March 1, evening.

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Racoan didn't move fast enough to stop that blow, though if asked why he'd claim it was because he didn't understand what was going on. For all the Ranger knew, the warmlander might have done something to have it coming. He'd been around too long to assume that everybody bullied in life had clean records. Violence was still a problem, though. So with the cracking sound of one's fist meeting another's jaw, Racoan decided he would do his best to end this before it became a full brawl. He could only hope the large fellow in armor would back him up if things got tough. People talked up the Rangers too much: this one knew there was no way he could take on an entire tavern-full of these sorts all at once by himself. Racoan acted.

It was a fast move, with a shift of his weight he'd placed himself on one foot, and the other sailed for the inside of the Lossoth man's knee. It was the kind of blow that could potentially hobble him for months. Maybe longer. After all, a fight wasn't the sort of thing for somebody squeamish about causing pain. He planted that foot and rotated on it, at a range close enough he hooked his leg around the man's neck. From there he threw his weight towards the ground. He wouldn't kill the man but with the way that Racoan was squeezing his throat, the man would have a difficult time breathing until the Ranger let go. From his - new perspective on the ground, he could see several angry looking locals coming out from the cheering crowd. It seemed he was choking their dear friend and they were probably aiming to show him the apparent error of his ways. With their feet. To his face. This was something he wanted to prevent.

Nearly sprawled out on the floor, he had looked to the large fellow in armor - just in time to see the Lossath man he was choking out draw a knife to try stabbing at his leg. He grabbed the wrist, cranked the hand, and slammed the offending arm against the floor. Stuck in this position he looked to the fellow in armor next to the young warmlander woman who the bard had seemed so enamored with.

"Help?!" He quickly amended, "Don't kill them, warmlander!"

 

[Karameida]

Vaemyr​

Name (Nickname): Vaemyr [Vae]
Race: Human
Attire: White and Gold Tunic, Cape and silver armor
Weapon: Sword
Location: Pynti-Peldot
Tagging: Everyone
Time: TA 3018, March 1, evening.
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"Things just seem to be getting better and better...."

He thought to himself with a soft sigh. Things had gone from calm to a barely stable chaos. Just about anything could turn this place into a fighting arena and he had no idea how to diffuse such a situation. Well, he had an idea but wasn't sure it was the best approach. Not with this crowd. It was a fifty-fifty shot to either diffuse the situation or make it erupt. Not the best odds. "Not the worst either" he silently amended, he'd done things with even less on his side. He glanced over at Brynne and then to the bard still kneeling on the ground. Well, someone had to do something otherwise the tension alone would send everyone into a fighting mood. Fantastic.

But before anyone could do anything the door to the inn opened up sending a blast of icy wind through the room. He quickly glanced around, a few people seemed to have calmed down. The sudden interruption must have broke the tension but people were still a bit edgy. Still wouldn't take a whole lot to start a fight, he imagined a few of the patrons were probably more than willing to oblige.

He lowered his head and his voice a little bit "Mayhaps you should retire M'lady...." he said but was cut off as he heard the familiar sound of a fist connecting with flesh. Damn. He straightened up and saw that the crowd had formed a ring around two men. One of them had to be the newcomer. He watched silently as the two men fought, or rather, watched as the newcomer deftly subdued his attacker. He noticed him cast a few glances in his direction and then look around. He moved well. Vaemyr himself took a look around and noticed why the newcomer looked a trifle worried, a few of the attackers friends were not pleased to see him losing. He knew the signs well, they were readying to lend their friend some aid and that did not bode well for the newcomer. He looked back in time to see the man look back at him and ask for help....and then tell him not to kill them. Vaemyr grunted, he wasn't an idiot. He'd had no intentions of killing anyone.

A little annoyed he moved from Brynne's side. His size made it easy for him to move through the crowd, people tended to just move aside and let him through. He made it to the ring of people in time to grab two of the newcomers would-be-attackers by the scruff of their coats. He slammed their heads together and tossed them aside, he didn't hit them hard enough to knock them unconscious, just hard enough to daze them. He really wanted to avoid doing anything that would land him in serious trouble. "Enough. Any who want to finish this, can meet me outside in the morning and we will finish this with blades instead." he said roughly and clearly annoyed. "I suggest stepping outside if you're still angry. Otherwise, come talk to me and we'll settle this once and for all." he knew that this course of action could win him several fights first thing in the morning but he also knew that more often than not, the time spent thinking about it would cool off more than one person. He didn't like using threats but he didn't know what else he could do, aside from pummeling anyone who wanted to attack him and the newcomer.

He noticed a few people hesitating, weighing their options. They cast quick glances to the two men he'd tossed aside. Apparently, not everyone was so intimidated. He heard footsteps rushing at him and turned to see a Lossoth coming at him weapon in hand. His reflexes kicked in and he stepped to the side and grabbed him as he ran past, using the mans momentum against him he slammed him on his back. He heard the man gasp as the air was knocked from his lungs and heard the weapon clatter away. He might be a big guy but he was not slow. He straightened up and looked around, everyone else seemed to reconsider attacking and started to back up. He walked over to the newcomer and grabbed the knife his assailant drawn on the man and tucked it into his belt. "Made quite and entrance, didn't you?" he said with his brows raised. "What are you going to do with him?" he asked looking at the man the newcomer had pinned.

He knew that had circumstances been different he might not have been able to take on three attackers so easily. It was just lucky that he'd caught two of them off guard. Mentally shaking his head he sighed inwardly again. He really shouldn't be getting into the middle of such things but he really hated unfair odds.