The Astronecrotic Heresy [Chapter 1] The Tempest Street Irregulars

[Tear44]

Farrel shakes his head and tries to hide a frown. "Issac, if you remember right, I bought the last round a drinks. So you be owing me one. And second, I don't like blood in mine. Y'all spoilin for a dust up, after taking licks from the Irregulars. Sounds like you got more bone then brains in them heads of yours."

"I ain't no general or justicari, but I know you choose your fights when you can win."

With a slight tip of the hat, "Now I'll be heading in, I an I have some business with the barkeep. You all do what you're gonna do. I was just being neighborly to some good drinking buddys."

With another nod to Clive, "See ya on the way out." Farrel reaches to open the door.

 

[Inez Hull]

Drehluk meets Alex's gaze evenly and mutters disinterestedly, "Just pointin' out the obvious to those that don't want to hear it, it seems. A final charitable act of a god-fearin' man", he chuckles mirthlessly.

He then turns and enters the inn, undoing the top button of his coat so that a hint of the armour underneath is visible to anyone who looks closely.

Don't expect these sorts to be looking for anything greater than their next meal, lay or bloodletting and don't be fool enough to get caught up in their trouble yourself.

 

[apocalypstick]

Farrel steps up to the cracked stone syoop of the Hangman's Grin, places his hand on the cold, oily brass of the doorknob, and feels it turning beneath his hand. Then it is yanked away from him as someone inside pulls open the door.

In the doorway of the Grin, laughing and smirking, stand four men in shiny black leather surcoats that reach down to their knees, gray, woolen pants, and Imperial-issue military boots well scuffed and scarred. You quickly recognize the purple-and-white checked shashes that each of them wear, either tied around their right arms or as bandannas.

Irregulars.

Those of you in a position to see into the Grin notice two things:

First: The rearmost of the four Irregulars, a lanky, weaselly-looking fellow with spiky black hair and multiple silver hoops pierced through his left ear, is a fellow by the name of Edwin - one of the mid-level 'lieutenants' of the Irregulars.

and, Second: Edwin is holding the wrist of a young lady in his hand. You can catch little more than a glimpse of her between the shoulders and arms of the other Irregulars, but she does not seem to be with him willingly.

"Outta me way, chump," the foremost of the Irregulars, big and burly and nearly as wide as he is tall, sneers at Farrel, "less ye wanna be wearin' yer nethers fer a necktie."

 

[apocalypstick]

{Drehluk, you manage to get to the stoop of the Grin, and are standing right behind Farrel when the above scene occurs.}

 

[Inez Hull]

Anselm's bollocks, this is not what I need.......

......mind you, neither does she from the look of it......

......Damnit......

......there'll be a tussle here regardless.....

......if I draw steel it'll even things up......

......no, not your problem this, just the petty squabbles of sewerscum.....


Drehluk moves aside to allow the toughs exiting the bar space to walk by, keeping his face calmly disinterested. His hands however are jammed into his pockets so his balled, white-knuckled fists won't show. As he feels the last of them walk by he finds himself turning and his hand straying to his sword almost unconciously.

 

[Zerth]

Dan acts as quickly as he can, pressing himself against the wall next to the Grin's doorway hoping, that none of the Irregulars noticed him. He gestures to Alex and Isaac by holding up four fingers and motions to stay in position on the other side of the doorway. He's ready to grapple the first Irregular, that walks out. How convenient for Farrel and that stranger to appear exactly at the right time. They might just distract the Irregulars enough for us to get that always important first strike.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

sorry double post.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Alex looks like a deer caught in headlights. he remembers the blood and bullets flying from the last time he saw these freaks. He does not want another blood bath. Unfortunatly he can't allow the lady to be hurt.
He presses against the wall as well and starts moving the opposite direction as Dan.

 

[Tear44]

Farrel slowly moves to the side and scans the passing group.

So these are the top dogs.

He looks Edwin over and can't help but notice the pained look on his "companion".

Mind your own busniess. Mind your own business. Mind your own.... You know what gonna happens to that girl.

/ooc Farrel wants to make a Bluff check to see if he can casually cast a Grease spell on the Girl and trying to make it look like he tripped and fell into her. Grease Gives a +10 to escape grappels. But he doesn't want to be super obvious about it.

 

[Kamard]

Isaac, not being a total idiot, dashes to the wall trying to look fairly inconspicuous.

(Hide +5)