A Red Dawn, (Open to All)

[Falmond]

"Aye, that sounds like a good idea to me." Falmond said, sheathing his dagger and drawing his mantle about him, "As for my favor, I'll settle on something to eat and perhaps a fine brandy." He laughed and turned to the crowd.

"Since this epic battle concluded in such an unclear manner, I believe I will keep all the gold you folks so kindly placed upon my person." Falmond said, rattling his coin purse, he turned back to his former opponent, "I believe we should leave before someone decides they want their coinage back. We can discus the details of your favor elsewhere."

[Jaghatai Khan]

Jaghatai laughed heartily as the young man swindled the onlookers out of their money. Someone quick of tongue and wit would be useful on the journey that was about to come.

"This may be just a wild guess, but you seem like the type that I will find beside in a dragons lair." The chieftain said, only half joking. Though he knew the man to be a valuable ally, he could just as easily be a terrible enemy. He would have to keep his eye on Falmond, and his hand on his sword. Just in case.

"I know a tavern nearby where an old friend is waiting. I have informed him of our little adventure, and he seemed interested. Do you have all your supplies, or is there somewhere we need to go first?"

[Falmond]

Falmond raised an eyebrow.

"Dragons? With some of the women I've woke up next to I wouldn't be surprised if I've met one before." He said, looking over his possessions. Everything appeared to be there, "No, I've got everything, anytime your ready." He said, gesturing at the ground ahead.

Falmond thought of the adventure ahead, he couldn't help but let a smile touch the corner of his mouth.

[Zammzt]

Not so far away, in a crowded tavern, a dwarf sat sipping on a tall glass of mead. Two flails were crossed on his back, their heads resting easily around the dwarfs back. Though dwarves were uncommon on Chelra, they weren’t so much an oddity that they had to be questioned every time one made an appearance. Besides, this dwarf had a particularly nasty look about him.

“Aiy, what’s this we got ‘ere?” said a voice from behind him. The dwarf didn’t move a muscle.

“I think what my friend meant,” came another voice. “Was that you’re needin’ to be movin’ up from that seat.”

The dwarf still didn’t move.

”Listen dwarf, I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, if you don’t move off my seat, I’ll be forced to...”

The dwarf slowly raised a hand, halting the man mid-sentence. “Listen laddie, I heard ya just fine, but I’m givin’ ya one chance to walk away before I get to have some fun.” Though the two men couldn’t see, a gigantic grin had spread across his face. The two men, not frightened at all by the calm dwarf, took a step forward.

In a movement far too fast for a dwarf to make, he sat down his mug, drew his weapons, and was on his feet. The first man had scarcely drawn his weapon when the fury began. The two flails began to thrash about, each crisscrossing each other many times over. The man had to work furiously to keep the pair of spiked balls out of range.

The second man pulled out a similar blade and charged forward, hoping to catch the dwarf off guard. But that wasn’t about to happen. The dwarf stopped his assault, and threw his weight backwards into a roll. He came up quick, a morning star swinging into the mans groin. The second came around just a quick, smashing into the back of the mans knee and sending him to the ground.

The first man came, thrusting his blade quickly, hopelessly trying to find a weakness in the dwarf’s insane defense. But there was none. The dwarf launched into another assault, his body twisting and turning, and the flails spinning in a tilted circle, deflecting the mans every strike. The dwarf flipped one of the flails in the opposite direction, the chain of the weapon catching the mans blade and flinging it from his hand. The man, obviously defeated, dropped to his knees, his face now level with the dwarfs. Slipping his flails back into their holsters, the dwarf took a short step towards the cowering man and lifted his nose.

“The name’s Zammzt, and ye’d do well to remember it!” The dwarf growled. His fake façade of anger could only be held so long, and the dwarf broke into a hearty laugh. Before the man could figure out what to do, the dwarf’s head shot forward, cracking in the man’s nose and sending him to the ground in a heap. Zammzt hopped back up on his barstool and took another sip of mead.

[Zammzt]

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Sorry, wrong post.

[Jaghatai Khan]

Jaghatai pushed open the door to the tavern, Falmond right on his heels. As he was pulling the door open, two large men were being "escorted" out by what appeared to be the taverns guards.

"It looks like we've come to the right place." Jaghatai said dryly.

The tavern continued normally, except for several overturned tables that were being place upright by the bartender. Alone at the bar, his back to the two men, was a dwarf sipping on a near-empty glass of mead. If there was any doubt in his mind, it was washed away by the two flails resting on the dwarfs back.

Jaghatai turned to Falmond and said "He can be a bit much at time, but I'm sure you to will get along great." That was a blatant lie of course, but it was no matter. He was sure Falmond would find some way to connect with his Dwarven allie.

[Falmond]

Falmond plunked down a few coins, taking a glass of mead for himself. He moved to the table where the dwarf sat and took the chair opposite him. Falmond put his feet up on the table, sipping the mead casually.

"A dwarf, eh? Rare for these parts." Falmond said, looking across the table. He ran his eyes across the twin flails, Falmond laughed, "You must fancy yourslef a pretty good fighter with those rusted out, pieces of junk."

[Zammzt]

Even thought he wasn't looking at him, Zammzt could see the bright colored man sit down beside him and slap a few coins on the table.

"A dwarf, eh? Rare for these parts." Zammzt nodded ever so slightly. "You must fancy yourself a pretty good fighter with those rusted out, pieces of junk." the man said, directing his eyes at the flails, as he took a swig of his drink.

Zammzts face became quite sour as he looked up at the man. "I bet ye fancy yerself a pretty good jester with those clothes." The dwarf said dryly. For several tense seconds the two exchanged glares, before Zammzt let out an unexpected "Bwahahaha!" And took a giant drink of his mead, more of it going down his double-braided black beard than in his mouth.

"I'm just jokin' ye know, or am I?" he said quite loudly, roaring with another "Bwahahaha!. "The name's Zammzt Forgebreaker, and I'm waitin’ on an old pal o'mine. Care to join me?"

[Falmond]

Falmond laughed then took another swig of mead.

"Aye, a jester is what I fancy myself to be." He said, looking over his clothes, "You can call me Falmond, and if my companion over there is your old friend, then there'l be no need for waiting." Falmond said, gesturing at Jaghatai, "I wouldn't mind puttin' down a few more pints of this though." Falmond said, raising his now empty glass. He turned to the bartender.

"Bring me something with a bit more bite to it." Falmond yelled, he looked back across the table, "Hope I don't regret this later."