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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2624310" data-attributes="member: 35788">The merchant Dreeves spews his most recent sip of ale back into his mug.&nbsp; He had been in mid drink when Byntrou's words catch him off guard.&nbsp; Dirk draws his blade - a longsword that looks well used indeed.&nbsp; Two of the other four men sitting around the table also stand and draw their swords, obviously waiting for the merchant's order.&nbsp; They too carry longswords that look as though they have seen battle.&nbsp; The three that have swords drawn also carry heavy steel shields which they ready in response to the conflict.A smile crosses over the merchant Dreeves' face.&nbsp; He begins to chuckle.&nbsp; &quot;I don't know who sent you after me, but you clearly have the wrong idea about who and what I am.&nbsp; The ones who stole from you ... well ... they either came from my hand or another one of my competitors.&nbsp; To be honest, about the only merchant boss in this very town who isn't actively supporting the thieves' guild in that good for nothing Endoo.&quot;He squints and takes a closer look at the party.&nbsp; &quot;Two of you.&nbsp; Two Boes.&quot;&nbsp; His expression goes pale.&nbsp; &quot;You are the special hit.&nbsp; Some goblin paid a good price to have your items removed and brought to him.&nbsp; Something about a prophecy or other.&nbsp; But I see having your items stolen isn't the kind of dissuading you need.&nbsp; You need to learn the hard way.&quot;His upper lip curls, &quot;Kill them and be done with them.&quot;&nbsp; The merchant Dreeves sits back down at the table and waits to watch the battle unfold.&nbsp; At the drawn weapons, patrons of the Rusty Anchor begin to pick up their plates of food and/or mugs of ale and get out of the way.&nbsp; In only a matter of seconds this half of the Rusty Anchor is vacated - with plenty of room to spar.&nbsp; The other two of the merchant Dreeves' men leap onto the table and gesture overconfidently for you to bring it.Keryth:[Sblock]Out of the corner of your eye you see Dahlia come out of the kitchen with the merchant's ale on a tray.&nbsp; Seeing the combat ensuing, she ducks back into the kitchen for safety.[/Sblock]Battle Map (each &quot;-&quot; and &quot;|&quot; represents 5 feet):[Code]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Y D&nbsp;&nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; P 1:&nbsp; |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; KA 2:d |&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; mm |--------------|[/code]Y = Byntrou, A = Bahruul, K = Keryth, P = PwentD = Dirk, 1,2 = other two thugs, d=Dreeves, m=other two non-combatants sitting at the table, :: = 1/2 of the table that 1,2 are not standing uponOOC ALL:[Sblock]Please see OOC thread for description of how I do PbP combat[/Sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2624310, member: 35788"] The merchant Dreeves spews his most recent sip of ale back into his mug. He had been in mid drink when Byntrou's words catch him off guard. Dirk draws his blade - a longsword that looks well used indeed. Two of the other four men sitting around the table also stand and draw their swords, obviously waiting for the merchant's order. They too carry longswords that look as though they have seen battle. The three that have swords drawn also carry heavy steel shields which they ready in response to the conflict. A smile crosses over the merchant Dreeves' face. He begins to chuckle. [COLOR=Lime]"I don't know who sent you after me, but you clearly have the wrong idea about who and what I am. The ones who stole from you ... well ... they either came from my hand or another one of my competitors. To be honest, about the only merchant boss in this very town who isn't actively supporting the thieves' guild in that good for nothing Endoo."[/COLOR] He squints and takes a closer look at the party. [COLOR=Lime]"Two of you. Two Boes."[/COLOR] His expression goes pale. [COLOR=Lime]"You are the special hit. Some goblin paid a good price to have your items removed and brought to him. Something about a prophecy or other. But I see having your items stolen isn't the kind of dissuading you need. You need to learn the hard way."[/COLOR] His upper lip curls, [COLOR=Lime]"Kill them and be done with them."[/COLOR] The merchant Dreeves sits back down at the table and waits to watch the battle unfold. At the drawn weapons, patrons of the Rusty Anchor begin to pick up their plates of food and/or mugs of ale and get out of the way. In only a matter of seconds this half of the Rusty Anchor is vacated - with plenty of room to spar. The other two of the merchant Dreeves' men leap onto the table and gesture overconfidently for you to bring it. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Keryth:[/COLOR] [Sblock]Out of the corner of your eye you see Dahlia come out of the kitchen with the merchant's ale on a tray. Seeing the combat ensuing, she ducks back into the kitchen for safety.[/Sblock] Battle Map (each "-" and "|" represents 5 feet): [Code] | Y D | P 1: | KA 2:d | mm | --------------|[/code] Y = Byntrou, A = Bahruul, K = Keryth, P = Pwent D = Dirk, 1,2 = other two thugs, d=Dreeves, m=other two non-combatants sitting at the table, :: = 1/2 of the table that 1,2 are not standing upon [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]OOC ALL:[/COLOR] [Sblock]Please see OOC thread for description of how I do PbP combat[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]

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