Hatred Beckons (Open)

[Valoris]

edit: Third Cycle of
Twentieth Candlemark in the Darkening of Carmelyana
The of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Thirteenth Era Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Reign of Arabella
Paradigm: The Voice of Diana is Heard

As Valoris walked through the doors he took scent he had not long missed. Val sighed 'Stupid people'. He gazed around at the drunks, and the commons as he walked towards an empty table. Sitting down he spotted a orc, and his composure became noticebly more tense. Shaking his head he closed his eyes and began to think of all the things that had happened to him in his life.

A roar sounded and his eyes opened like a shot, his hands instinctivly going towards his hidden knives. He stopped himself as he noticed it was just the memory of what happened, and was not in the present 'Shiet, I'm going to look like a farging madman if I keep this up' He started to relax then glanced up seeing the orc again and his fists clenched.

Putting his feet on the table he leaned back in his chair and awaited for a server to come take his order.

[Valoris]

ooc: I get tired of waiting sometimes.. sooooo You may notice I say Valoris is quite, but hates orcs, he's very bosterious when he gets angry.

Valoris shifted his eyes again to the orc sitting at the bar, He pushed himself out of the chair and started walking towards him. Valoris let out a little bit of a chuckle. "Serale you dumb orc Bastard, Why are you here did you Mother dear let you off her tit?" Valoris shifted side to side throwing ever increasing insults towards the orc.

"You're a waste of space, what good have orcs done for us, you're a menace, a fargin ugly menace, you're a damn bastard, why don't you do us all a favour and slit your throat here." Valoris' with his temper flairing moved his tunic up his arms showing his heavily scarred/burnt arms. "You filthy bastard I hope you rot, just give me a farging reason you bitch" Valoris clenched and unclenched his fists as he stared at the orc.

[Meghan Swart]

From a short distance away, Meghan watched the conflict unfold. Personally she wasn’t a racist, she was an opportunist. All races had the potential to further her goals and she would be willing to make use of them equally. This little predicament however had caught her attention.

This man, with his uncontrolled anger and equally unyoked tongue, held some interesting qualities. Of course she hates a loose cannon, but if his aggression could be harnessed and directed in a more constructive manner then he could be a valuable hatchet man or protagonist for her organization.

Of equal interest was the orc itself. They are known for strength and viciousness. She wondered what would come next. Would the orc spaz out or is it civilized and docile from living among the empire.

And so she watched and waited expectantly for the violent outcome. Whomever comes out on top is her man, or monster…

[Valoris]

ooc: Peer moderation per chance anyone? Anyone at all? I'd do it myself but I think it'd be much more interesting if someone else was to Mod, as of course I would make Valoris the obvious winner. But it's up to the people reading this.

IC: Valoris' anger already apparent started to worsen. "You farging bastard, have you no words you coward, you can ransack and ****, laugh as we humans cry for mercy, set fire to homes but when you're on your own you are quiet, predictable" Valoris' eyes were ablaze as he remembered the screams of his dying family, what lead him to seek sulitude in the forest for many a year. "You're all alike" Valoris spit at the orc's face, who by now had turned, as if in disilussion that this human was talking to him in this manner.

Valoris grinned "Bitch" he said as he switched his stance left leg now in front his right leg in the rear, he took one more look in the orc's eyes and whispered a slight "Suffer" With his right leg he brang his right heel down onto the orc's right knee cap. With his razored boots Valoris knew that the kick would if not break the orc's leg, puncture the skin as he dragged his heel down the dumb orc's leg.

Valoris could care less if he was left beaten, he just wanted the orc in pain, as his kick, in mid air came closer to the orc, he clenched his right hand into a fist,with the extra corse skin his plan was to drive it into the orc's nostrils . If coming into contact with his foe he would launch himself planting his fist right dead centre of the ugly beasts face, hoping his fist would make the impact much like the war hammer his father received to his cranium.

[Z'kron]

OOC: I'd be quite happy to peer mod if you want? Though try and keep the language PG-ish; underagers occasionally read these boards
IC: Valoris's boot snapped down with a painful crunch onto the orc's foot; though not with the bone-crunching impact the man may have wished. The follow-up punch Valoris attempted was only slightly more effective; skimming the jaw of the orc. On a human, this may have been a painful blow. But orcs were hardy creatures, and as such it did little more than raise a welt. The toughness of orc-skull was legendary; and to expect a soft human fist to do much more than bruise it was foolish.
A firm hand reached out to grasp Valoris's shoulder as the orc got to its feet; standing half a foot taller than its assailant. Nostrils flaring, it glared at the human. Even from further away; with a view like Meghan's, its musculature was impressive. Green skinned muscle rippled as the grip tightened. Brow furrowing with irritation and disgust, the orc began to speak, its piggish nose twitching emphatically.
"Did you have a problem? Or were you just leaving before my friends and I dragged you out?"
His lips curled back to expose short tusks; a sure sign that he was barely keeping his temper in check due to this sudden, violent intrusion into his drinking time.

[Meghan Swart]

Ooh, this was turning into quite the little show. The human has spunk but that orc would make such a wonderful thug and leg breaker. It was hard to pick one to root for but she half hoped that the human would have enough heart and tenacity to pull it off in spite of lesser physical traits.

The young woman continued to watch, hoping that the show would be able to run its course without being broken up by any goody two shoe authorities…

[Valoris]

ooc: Thank you very Much Z'kron I was hoping someone with a bit more experience would mod this. Very much appreciated.

IC: Valoris' looked into the eyes of the new orc, his hatred growing, He raised his hands as if he was prepared to go along with whatever the orc wanted. "Well I guess I could just leave you to your drinks". He looked over at the massive hand gripping his shoulder, "Or..." He said with a smirk, oblivious to the pain, and cupping his hands. "I could ask you and your boyfriend to leave" Bringing his cupped hands over the Orc's ears, hoping this would momentarily stun the beast, quickly afterwards with his right leg he did a back kick to the orc that was getting up with emphasis on his razored boot heel going first.

Knowing full well that even on a orc this his first move with only one hand could shatter a ear drum, and if not this at least stun him for the brief seconds he needed to pull off his escape and plant his heel into the other damned beast.

ooc: Rusty knives, have withered in time allowing the handles to come off when necessary with a quick twist, attaching them takes much more time though, and they can often come off at the most inopportune times, but luckily I only need the handles not the blades .

Assuming his plan did go off as planned, he went for his rusty Knives handles, leaving the blades behind in his belt the added force that the handles would give, was surely enough for his next plan of action.

With his right heel now back firmly on the ground, he shifted his stance raised his hands and shot out his right hand trying to catch the orc in the solar plexus, (ooc: For those that don't know, it's the bone that keeps your heart safe, your diaphram is kept within and when punched it takes your breath away by crushing the diaphram mometarily. Nine times out of ten makes you lean forward abit so that it clears the passage way.) crossing over with his left hand Valoris attempts to crack the assaulting orc in the left temple, hopefully sending the damned beast to the ground so he only had to deal with his first cause of anger.

[Meghan Swart]

Ahhh, the old ear clapper. Nice.

The human had some apparent skills and knowledge, switching to attacks against vital points. Meghan would have gone for eye or groin, but to each their own. It was still an amusing display and she couldn’t wait to see what would happen next…

[Gryffin]

The terror of the Church had been felt by the small community of the area as well as a muttering among the surrounding area. But police activity had long since died on the endeavor, the criminals having fled. Yet, the criminals had been identified.

It was then that the door of the crown smashed open and a group of 30 men in black uniforms marched in, the crowd splitting before them. Eyes of the thirty scanned as an arm was raised in the direction of one individual. The all rushed, the tables going everywhere.

“Meghan Swart, you are under arrest for crimes against the Church, the city and the Empire.” Eyes watched as the woman was picked up and dragged away, any noise silenced by a gag and her face covered by a sack. Turning to the tavern, the man tipped his hat and left.

OOC: Meghan, I will be making a thread for you, I also have Ric already, and you may RP him as you normally would. If you would like to make a post first for him, then one for yourself, instead of combining the two, that would be fine also. Continued here

[Z'kron]

OOC: Hey, no probs. I like peer modding... lets me do a semi-AGM thing without any of the pressure :P
IC: The rage of Valoris's assault caught the second orc slightly unawares; the creature being unprepared for the ear-clapping assault which was, while not spectacularly effective, enough to loosen the grip on Valoris. Clutching one hand to the side of its head, it staggered backwards with a low grunt of pain.
Valoris's back-kick, however, was less sucessful, as he had very little idea of where he actually had to kick in order to connect. This left him unbalanced and quite defenseless for what happened next; as the first orc grasped him from behind and held him just long enough for the second orc to knee him very hard in the groin. An unarmed battle against two larger, stronger opponents was very rarely a good idea; simply for this reason. As the knee sunk in for a second time, Valoris realised that in a dual-battle, once one of your opponents has a hold on you, it's very difficult to win.
As the fight continued, it seemed to be attracting the interest of more and more bar patrons. If it continued this way for much longer, likely someone with authority would step in to settle the situation once and for all.

[Valoris]

ooc: How did this turn out so bad... OH GOD NOT THE FACE, For this next post I'm just assuming that my actions are working as that's the best way to do it, you can stop the actions at any point, I leave the modding up to you. But this is how I'm telling the story.

IC: 'Stupid' Was the first thought that popped into Valoris' mind, how could he have been so stupid, the second being 'Ow the stupid beast nailed me in the fargin groin'. Valoris grimaced for a second and began to think to himself again. 'Never let your anger guide you, take a deep breath and calm down, they may be stupid but they are also strong, don't let anger cloud your judgement'.

'They got lucky it won't happen again', Valoris took a deep breath and began thinking of numerous scenarios, each second passing knowing that either the fight would be stopped or worse, a joint would be broken. A glimer went into this eyes, he started noticing his surroundings, chairs, tables, hell even the laterns used for light. Valoris breathed in deep through his nose, sucking in all the possible mucus that he could, bringing it into his mouth he spat the most mucus filled wad of saliva he had in his life directly at the orc's face who had kneed him in the groin. 'That will buy me five or so seconds' he thought as he jumped and brang his two heels onto the orc's feet who held him.

His dad's figure raced in front of his eyes, he saw himself drop to the ground at his old home 'If you aren't figting dirta ya ain't trying' His dad's voice rang through his ears. 'Time to fight dirty'.

Valoris spun and grabbed the nearest chair, slamming it into the orc who had kneed him the groin. Throughing the remanents of the chair at the first orc, he grabbed his knife handles once more. 'Time this just right'; Valoris ran towards the first orc bringing his right hand up as he ran as he got near, he planted his right foot stepped over with his left and with all the momentum he had gained slammed his left elbow in the opposing orc's face, Crossing over with his right fist he slammed it again into the orc's nostrils. 'Think!' Valoris said to himself once again, 'You have the advantage now press it', Valoris rained his blows on the orc, Right, left, right, knee, elbow, left. He started breathing heavy 'Calm', Valoris took to steps towards the orc and leapt up bringing his elbows up, then down onto the orc's shoulder blades.

Valoris coughed, spitting out some blood, 'Now for the other one'.

[Z'kron]

OOC: Trying to take on two of any people is tough... even moreso when the people are six foot tall orcs with skin half as thick as elephant hide. A human taking down an orc unarmed is pretty much unheard of unless the human is either well trained or very lucky.
IC: For once in the fight, things went according to plan for Valoris. The orc hadn't been expecting the sudden gob of saliva that struck him in the eyes; perhaps indicating it was less used to brawling than the human was. Morover, the manouever suprised the orc behind enough that the grip loosened, allowing Valoris to drop to the floor.
As the first orc lunged towards Valoris in an effort to smother him with superior body weight, the chair connected with him, with a loud crack as the chair developed a hairline fracture along its seat. The orc seemed pained, but not notably hurt. The elbow which followed it was more effective, striking him in on the left cheek; though the following blows failed to connect with any great effect; instead being a flurry of light grazes which skipped off the thick orcish hide. However, all of this seemingly came to naught as the orc grabbed the human roughly by the hips and slammed his forehead hard into Valoris's nose. The crunch was audible and impressive; blood beginning to run immediately. The human felt himself stagger a little; bumping into a table full of gnomish patrons who had been watching the "entertainment" with wide eyes. Not that Valoris could see all that clearly anyway; at some point in the fight he had developed a gash on his forehead which was sending a runnel of blood directly into his eye; as well as an uncomfortable bruise on the left side of his jaw where the orc's tusk had hit him during the headbutt.
When he was able to collect himself Valoris would see the two orcs standing a few feet away from him, watching with impassive glares. Aside from a few bruises, and possibly a swollen eye on the first one, they seemed none worse for the wear- and, judging from their irate expressions, quite willing to continue the brawl.

[Celion Evangelist]

ooc:wierd i suspected the gaurds to come by now.

To Celion it seemed like any other day at the Crown, but because of a stubborn human the crown now became a fighting arena. It was an unfair fight between two orcs and one human. He never thought that he would ever see a human stand up two more than one orc. He also never though that it would take so long for the gaurds of the inn to show up. Anyways Celion knew that he had to stop this fight or there would be some innocent casualties.

Being an inspring archer Celion knew what he had to do. He was young and most likely not as strong as the other three but he wasn't afraid to put his life on the line. Celion stood up from his chair which was a good distance from the brawl. Celion believed in his accuracy and in his speed. He ran towards the two orcs and as he did this he withdrew his dagger. He knew he had to be quick. He threw his dagger at one of the orcs aiming at one of their weakest points. Their neck. Even though orcs have tough skin Celion knew that he could cut this one's neck. The dagger, instead of hitting the neck, sunked into the orc's left arm. The orc knelt down and groaned in anguish. Celion followed up by retrieving his dagger, kneeling down and stabbing the orc's left leg twice. To his suprise this orc had very slow reflexes. It was awhile before hit slammed his left elbow into Celion's face. Celion flew back a couple of feet and started to bleed in his nose. Now the fight was fair and as long as the gaurds don't show up Celion and the other man had a chance of winning. It was Celion and racist versus an orc with and injured leg and arm and another orc whos was injured by a kick by the human. Celion, with his dagger ready, waited for the orcs move.

[Z'kron]

OOC: Something of a bunny in the degree of likelihood of your actions succeeding... however, as you haven't changed the situation up too much and didn't go "I teh win" I'll just roll with it.
IC: As weapons became introduced to the situation, the mood darkened. The fight had gone from merely a common, albeit intense, pub-room brawl into something that could be potentially rather dangerous. The gnomes seated at the table got to their feet; expressions of consternation on their faces as they shuffled away, dispersing out into the rest of the inn-crowd. The other onlookers watched with sour expressions; clearly not liking what had happened. Thus far, no one else had stepped in to intervene, but if any of the combatants looked carefully they would be able to see two plumed allerian helmets projecting from somewhere at the back of the crowd, making their way determinedly towards the scene of the chaos.
"Where in Jorel's veins did you sprout from? Why can we not just drink in this blasted tavern anymore?" snarled one of the orcs, his arm protectively around his injured companion, who was bleeding lightly from the arm. The gathering crowd seemed to share his sentiments; what little sympathy they might have had for Valrois had been lost the first moment Celion's blade had scored a gash on the orc's thick hide.

[Valoris]

ooc: haha Thanks for the back up Celion, but you won't like whats next also Z'kron is right it was a tad bit of bunnying you have done, instead of saying what came about your actions you should just describe what your character attempted to do. To Z'kron, I know exactly this but Valoris was trying to get a little bit of a different situation to happen, Maybe i'll explain it to you in a pm.

ic: It was through hazy eyes that Valoris what happened, the young human jumping through the air, pulling a dagger, and stabbing the orc. His strangley placid calm, turned to shock, then anger as he realized what happened. This was no longer a bar brawl, no this had gotten decidely worse, thanks to a meddling kid. 'Kid's need to learn their place, inside a pen, same with these damned beasts' He looked over at the kid standing to his side, he put away the handles, and grabed the shirt he had around his belt he cleaned his eyes, then wrapped it around his head, blocking the blood flow into his eyes.

"That was a stupid move kid, who called for you help anyways? I sure as hell didn't need it, I had this situation under full control." Valoris sneered, then sucked in the blood raining in from his nose, into his mouth. He spat it in the general direction of Celion. "Get out of here before it's to late, or stay and learn what it's like to feel anguish." Valoris tried to stand up straight but stumbled, going to the floor. 'It's been to long since I've had a good fight' Totally oblivious to the oncoming plummed helmets he gestured towards the injured orc, while reaching for Celion's neck at the same time with his left hand grasping firmly.

"That was uncalled for, by this child" Valoris saying loud and clear so all could hear, the toll of the battle apparent in his voice by the shakyness as he spoke. "It was uncalled for and a bastard move to be done, If the be- orc's want to fight ill be glad to, but this child shall be left out of it, I do not know him, nor do I want to. But for now, I apologize to you all, for disturbing your drinking" 'Besides the damned beast orcs' He thought to himself. This human shall be dealt with by my hands, or another humans hands none other." At that Valoris started guiding Celion towards the exit, of which the orc's barred his path, He gave them no heed as he attempted to shove through them, His grip tighting more increasingly on Celion, not only for discipline, but also for his own stability.

The question he had, would he be stopped before he could get the kid to safety, or would he be unheaded, would his adreneline be enough to sustain him until he got somewhere safe, or would he collapse from exhaustion and blood loss, nevermind that the gash on his head was wrapped, blood still oozed down onto his favourite tunic, conviently his only one.

ooc: This reminds me way to much of something that happened in real life...
p.s: Mind pming what you were thinking about doing with those gnomes?