The Astronecrotic Heresy [Chapter 1] The Tempest Street Irregulars

[Zerth]

The last Irregular, bleeding from a couple of dagger-wounds, begins to back away. {He will flee unless Dan wishes to press the attack.}

Dan, still raging, will not quit fighting if there's still much hated Irregulars to fight. He will use flurry of blows with no mercy on the last remaining Irregular. If the enemy manages to escape, Dan will let him run. He'll then join the others inside, his eyes still burning with anger.

 

[apocalypstick]

As the others withdraw from the battle, Dan viciously lunges at the last standing member of the Irregulars. The ganger holds his dagger in front of him in a defensive position as he slowly backs away - but he is drunk, frightened, and without the assistance of his friends - while the heart of the former monk who saw his monastery burn down now burns with a rage as fierce as those consuming flames.

The ensuing struggle takes only a scant few moments - there is no mercy, no quarter given, for the Irregulars on this night.

Leaving the broken and mangled ganger to die in the gutters of Sparow Road, Dan enters the Hangman's Grin, exhausted and bleeding from a number of unnoticed wounds as he slowly reins in his rage.

 

[apocalypstick]

{Over the course of two more rounds, Dan delivers enough damage to drop the last reamining Irregular, and takes another 4 HPs of damage himself before the foe is defeated.

Dan enters the pub just as the events described in my previous post conclude.}

 

[Inez Hull]

Drehluk stares down at Edwin, mental gears turning almost audibly as he coldly assesses what fate should be handed down to the ganger. He looks up and meets eyes with Isaac, "I'm content to let 'im live if you've got no specific vengeance you wish to fulfill. Either way there'll still be bloodshed over tonight if you boys hang around these parts. These gangers ain't no real warriors but it sounds like they had the hand over your lot. You're at a crossroads here, either you take your little war to the bloody end or you clear out for good."

Drehluk thens turns from Isaac and looks into the tavern. Hearing the offer of a drink he calls out, "I suggest we take you up on that offer elsewhere. Soon enough this place will be swarmin' with more of these gutter rats."

 

[Kamard]

"Eh, well... no 'arm no foul, right?" he says. "You an' yours all looks to be okay, so hows about you lads let me up? I'll play nice, by the Nine Hells. You lads jumped us, leastwise you forget. Yer gang's all flushed now. The Corners belong to us."


"Aye, tis truthful fer once, Edwin. Ye did beat us fair'n'square. And we've given you a bloody tonight. But I'll 'ave you remember that theres been no 'angin's and no eye-gougies and nothing dirty, and your boys'll get up again to drink on the morrow. And we oughtn't not've done that, for I've good friends mouldering in pauper's plots fra you n' your folk. You've got the street, you've got our old fencies and the dealers and our old pr'tections, so ye'll leave a body alone to do he' business, and this Isaac'll leave you n' yours to your business? D'ye agree Sir Edwin, or shall I be free o' mercy as yours were and run ye through as ye plead aground?"

 

[Kamard]

"I suggest we take you up on that offer elsewhere. Soon enough this place will be swarmin' with more of these gutter rats."

"Aye, I've a mind to be heading about from 'ere as well. With the gang gone and this done, we've naught left but crows'n bleedins. As for my ownself, I do 'ave a mind for big bug's boots, if no one is averse."

Isaac looks down at his one boot and one cloth-wrapped sandal and frowns mournfully.

"P'raps our meanderings might take us ou'city abit? I've a mind for the fresh air o' the greenwoods."

 

[apocalypstick]

"Vengeance?" Edwin asks, giving a wary eye to Drehluk's blade as he sits up, and an uncertain glance at Dan - a look of recognition - as the former monk makse his way into the pub. "Not at all 'ere; we've done got what we wanted, and done what's needed doin'. 'S Hiver honor, you know that - we won, you an' yours lost, an' now we can all be friendly-like long as no one's bringin' out long knives, eh?" he grins.

"But don't be thinkin' 'at yer owed nothin' fer yer kindly generosity this eve. Come at me 'gain and it's keepsies." Edwin finally gets to his feet and prepares to leave.

The lass frowns as the Irregular stands, but says nothing, nor does she make any move to stop him. She merely stands there and shudders, as though she has slipped her foot into her shoe and found something slimy inside of it.

"If you would like your drink, then," she snaps, " name your place and let's be on with it."

 

[Kamard]

"If you would like your drink, then," she snaps, " name your place and let's be on with it."

"No m'am, I'll be havin' none of yer gen'rousness, for you've no gratitude for ones such's'us. We risked our collars fer your mis'rable high-strung hide, and all you've got is "be on with it" and "by yer leave". There's naught keeping us from a bit'o look-see, but our onner, and all ye've gots're string's s'high Anselm hisself calls ye 'igh-strung. I'll 'ave nothing to do with drinkin' yer ale, for it may as well be hog's waller, to be sure, and I'll think twice a'fore I 'elp another lass whot needs it. Hells, may as well give ye back to Edwin, he'll treat ye as ye deserve."

Isaac shakes his head in total disgust and enters the Hangman's Grin, oblivious to whatever reaction his friends or the woman might have. He is thoroughly disgusted.

 

[Zerth]

"Vengeance?" Edwin asks, giving a wary eye to Drehluk's blade as he sits up, and an uncertain glance at Dan - a look of recognition - as the former monk makse his way into the pub. "Not at all 'ere; we've done got what we wanted, and done what's needed doin'. 'S Hiver honor, you know that - we won, you an' yours lost, an' now we can all be friendly-like long as no one's bringin' out long knives, eh?" he grins.

Dan stares right back into Edwin's eyes. The intense hatred is clearly visible even if Dan is trying his best to control it. "Honor? Don't make me laugh, you and your kin' are nothing but cowardly murderes."

"But don't be thinkin' 'at yer owed nothin' fer yer kindly generosity this eve. Come at me 'gain and it's keepsies." Edwin finally gets to his feet and prepares to leave.

"Consider yourself very lucky, you slimy weasel. If it'd be up to me, you'd be spitting your teeth along with those empty threats. This is far from over, we shall meet again, make that a promise." Then Dan shoves Edwin out of the Grins door.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Turning to the woman Alex says "Isaac has a point. It's not as if we asked for anything to begin with. We helped you without a seconds thought; but it would be nice for you to just be civil and say thank you properly. I don't know where you were raised but here we have a thing called common courtesy. Alex offers her his arm and waits for her to take it.