The City-State Of Vexil.
As he hurries through the busy night market. Zam the ex mercenary grabs a steel tankard, pewter by the looks of it. From one of the tables he rushes by.
The youngest member of the group ignores the startled yell of indignation directed his way. For the person upset with him, suddenly shuts up because of who's following the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins.
A bit behind Zam is Dorc da Orc, and the large ork growls at the man upset with the ex mercenary. Infact the ork warleader growls at everyone at that particular table.
While Zam continues to hurry towards a corner of the square where the night market is located, here in the north of the city of Vexil.
The ex mercenary grimaces as he sees the group of people who have gathered, and who are angered at the apparent friendship between Shur Kee the monk and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
And are moving swiftly towards the table beneath the tree, where Lisell Maera the scout, Tovis the war engineer, Shur Kee the monk and sir Percavelle Lé Dic have been sitting at.
Zam sees that he and Dorc da Orc won't get to the others before that group of, what appears to be predominantly locals, get to them first.
And as Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well. Along with Tovis, the war engineer who is originally from the kingdom of Druvic.
Both of whom are on their feet, waiting for the approaching locals. Get ready to defend themselves, as well the short statured monk, who has just stood up. Along with the large heavily armoured knight, who is still oblivious to the imminent threat they face.
Zam the ex mercenary mutters "Fuck" as the first of the locals goes to grab Lis and try to shove her out of the way. And another of the group of locals goes to tackle the war engineer who is a commander in the Armies of Farque.
The teenager who hails from The City Of Ruins throws the pewter tankard he's holding. And he watches it sail over the heads of those attending the night market. Who have turned to look at all the commotion near one of the corners in the square.
Zam watches the flight of the pewter tankard, which ends when it smacks into the back of the head of one of the group of locals trying to crowd around the table where the scout Maera, Tovis the war engineer, Shur Kee the monk and sir Percavelle Lé Dic. Have been waiting for Zam the ex mercenary and Dorc da Orc who have been at one of the stalls, here at the main night market in this part of the city of Vexil.
The youngest member of the group is frankly amazed he hit anyone, let alone someone in the back of the head, dropping him to the ground.
A bit behind him, Dorc da Orc saw what just happened, and he chortles and says "That cunt got the fucken sleeps for sure".
Zam couldn't agree more with the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world. Then the ex mercenary grimaces as he sees that both Lis and Tovis are now fighting some of those who have rushed them.
The teenager who is originally from The City Of Ruins then grimaces again, and mutters "Fucking hell, that's all we need".
As behind him, a rather annoyed sounding Dorc da Orc shouts "Cunt!". When the table the others have been waiting at. Is jostled, and a couple of the wine bottles that was on it, fall off and smash upon the cobblestones of the square.
Zam is pretty certain the large ork couldn't care less that the others are in a fight. What he certainly does know is that the ork weaponsmith is definitely worried about all the alcohol that was waiting for him at the table.
The ork general in the Armies of Farque is rushing to save all that alcohol. And not the other members of the group, who three of them at least, are in the midst of a brawl here towards a corner of the square, where the main night market in this part of the city of Vexil is being held.
Lisell Maera the scout mutters "Prick" as she ducks beneath a swinging arm, in the hand of which is a danger, that's being held tightly.
The attractive young woman who is a originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury, punches up, catching her attacker right under the chin. Sending the man stumbling backwards, dazed and falling into unconsciousness. While tripping up a couple of people right behind him.
A bit to the left of the scout Maera, Tovis the war engineer has grabbed a man who was trying to grab him.
He's got him by the throat and by the groin, and the commander in the engineering corp of the Armies of Farque, picks up the man with ease.
And quickly lifts him overhead, before throwing the screaming man at a number of the others who are trying to rush him and Lis, knocking them over.
The war engineer who hails from the south of the kingdom of Druvic, where he previously served in the army of a nobleman in that region of Druvic.
Dodgers a dagger that's stabbed at him from his left, the strongest human in the group with the exception of Lord Farque.
Backhands the individual who just tried to stab him. The left fist of Tovis smashes into the side of that man's face, cracking his jaw if the scream of pain coming from him is anything to go by.
That man staggers away to one side of the table. Unfortunately right into the barrels of ale that the Druvician war engineer purchased for Dorc da Orc.
The larger barrel is fine, the smaller one not so much. As the man with the broken jaw stumbles into it, knocking it over, and falling upon it, which breaks it open.
"Uh oh" murmurs Tovis the war engineer when he hears an outraged sounding roar, followed by a very loud "Cunt!".
Coming from what sounds like a rapidly approaching Dorc da Orc, somewhere away to the right across the square.
The commander in the Armies of Farque doesn't look that way, nor does Lisell Maera the scout when she hears it.
As the two of them are too busy concentrating on those, mostly locals, who are still trying to attack the two of them as they try to get to Shur Kee the monk and sir Percavelle Lé Dic who are behind the war engineer and the lead scout.
Lis sidesteps to her right, and with a palm strike, smashes in the nose of one individuals attacking them.
Out of the corner of her eye as she sidesteps the other way. She sees Tovis knock out a man with a swift punch to the side of the head.
The scout Maera moves again, avoiding another of the attackers. Who it turns out wasn't going for her.
As his target is Shur Kee the monk who says "Please, calm down people". Before he grabs the man by the right wrist, which he twists, forcing the man to yelp in pain and drop the dagger he was holding in that hand.
The short statured monk who is originally from beyond The Southlands, the far east coast of the continent, where his homeland, the kingdom of Wah Lee is located.
In one smooth motion, quickly turns whilst still holding the man's wrist. The physical adept who now has his back to the man, is slightly bent at the knees, and crouching as he sweeps the man's arm over his right shoulder.
Shur Kee's assailant, yelps again as he goes flying up and over the right shoulder of the short statured monk.
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li flings the man away, sending him tumbling overv and across the table. Where he sends bottles of wine and cups flying, before tumbling off the table.
"I say chap" says a slightly annoyed sounding sir Percavelle Lé Dic who ignores the loud roar of anger he hears from his bitter rival Dorc da Orc.
The large heavily armoured knight continues with "That was my supper" followed by "Wot" as he looks at the groaning man lying on the ground next to him.
Who just tumbled across the table sending things flying, including the former paladin's plate of food he purchased here at the night market.
With a slight scowl upon his face, the noble born knight who like Tovis, hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
As he still sits there, looks to his left, then mutters "Saint Mar'che" as he sees the other three who were waiting here at the table with him..
Are fighting what appears to be a rather enraged looking group of what he assumes are locals to the eyes of the former earl of Lé Dic.
Sir Percavelle or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, snorts in derision. As he's pretty certain that the monk could deal to all of these fools in his opinion.
For it looks like most of them seem to be targeting the short statured monk who won Le Grande Meleé during the recent Spring Tourney of Vexil.
"By Narille!" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic in anger as someone hits him in the back. The large heavily armoured knight turns his head, and sees a fellow with a wooden mallet.
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che whose steel back plate wasn't even scratched by that hit.
Swings back with his right gauntleted hand, connecting with the groin of the man holding the mallet. Which instantly drops the man to the ground.
The former paladin gets up, and not bothering to draw any of his weapons. He kicks out at another fellow who has tried to approach him from behind.
The right steel boot of the large heavily armoured knight, slams into the left knee of that individual. Who shouts in pain, as he staggers to one side, before dropping to the ground, where he groans in pain.
"Right, wot" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic in his usual boisterous way he speaks "Which one of you chaps is next?" continues the Druvician born nobleman, who then adds "Wot".
When he gets close to the corner of the square, and the table where the others have been waiting here at the night market.
Zam the ex mercenary goes running into a fellow to the right of Lisell Maera the scout, sending the fellow into the man next to him. Knocking them both off their feet.
As the youngest member of the group who is originally from The City Of Ruins, sees Lis drop another of the attackers with a quick three punch attack to the face, and side of the head.
And sees Tovis the war engineer slam his right elbow into the face of another of the group hell bent on attacking them. Well hell bent on attacking sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Shur Kee the monk.
The ex mercenary sees the short statured monk send another of the attacking locals, flying backwards with an open palm strike to the sternum.
Zam is just glad the physical adept hasn't gone into a trance like he does on occasion during combat. For that fellow who just got hit in the sternum, would really go flying backwards thirty to forty feet, instead of the eight feet or so he stumbled backwards, before falling on his rump. Gasping for breath as he sits there on the cobblestones of the square.
The ex mercenary then remembers who's behind him, and he mutters "Shit" and quickly moves to the side. Just before Dorc da Orc says to him "Move cunt".
Zam winces as the large ork hurries by him, and runs into those attacking the others. Here towards one of the corners of the square, where the main night market is held in this part of the city of Vexil.
"Fuck" mutters Lisell Maera the scout, who quickly takes a few steps back. While nearby Tovis the war engineer mutters the same thing as he moves quickly backwards towards the table.
As bodies go flying when the massive form of Dorc da Orc goes barreling into the remaining group of people who are trying to get to Shur Kee the monk and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Shur Kee the monk who has also dodged backwards out of the way, quickly says "Friend Dorc, don't kill any".
The acolyte in the order of Bru Li doesn't finish what he was about to say. And instead he sourly smiles as the large ork has grabbed one of men he's just bowled over.
The ork warleader who has the groaning man by the right leg, flings him away. Throwing him a good twenty feet or so, until that fellow smashes into the trunk of the nearby tree.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who is looking towards the table, or next to it to be precise.
Hisses loudly like a giant enraged cat, when he sees that the remaining barrel of ale has been knocked over.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks then grunts in relief as he sees that the remaining barrel of ale though on it's side, is still intact.
Even so, that doesn't stop the ork general in the Armies of Farque from stomping on the right leg of one of the men he's knocked over. Who is trying to crawl away. Breaking the man's leg if the audible snap of bone, and scream of pain is anything to go by.
There's almost a calm silence, as no one who was attacking members of the group, remain standing after Dorc da Orc ran into them.
Others in the square, attending the night market. As well as stall holders, and merchants. Are all looking towards this corner of the square.
"We better go" quickly says Zam the ex mercenary who breaks the silence, nodding in agreement with the youngest member of the group, Lisell Maera adds "Let's go".
As someone in the crowded night market calls out for the city guard. A tower of their's isn't all that far away from the square where the main night market, here in the north of the city is held.
"Let's go Percy" says Tovis the war engineer to the large heavily armoured knight, who is loudly muttering "Pray tell, who's going to pay for another supper for I, the great sir Percavelle?".
"Move Percy" says Lis, who quickly looks at the former paladin's bitter rival, and adds "And you too Dorc".
The ork warleader who has just stood on the left hand of an unconscious fellow on the ground, clearly breaking it.
Picks up the remaining barrel of ale, then swipes off the table, the sole remaining bottle of wine that's still intact after that quick fight.
And he heads off after Tovis the war engineer, who is leading the way out of the square, followed by Shur Kee the monk, then sir Percavelle Lé and Lisell Maera the scout.
The youngest member of the group follows behind the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
Who turns around and growls, then roars. As couple of people who didn't partake in the attack upon members of the group.
Go to follow the six of them who came to the night market, here this evening in the north of the city of Vexil.
Those two stop and don't take a step further after that for the large ork. Who exists the square, with the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins following closely behind him.
Moving past a contented looking Dorc da Orc, who has already drunk the bottle of wine he took off the table.
Zam catches up to Lisell Maera, who is saying "What the hell was that all about?" followed by "Why did they attack us?".
As they round a corner, and head down another street, the ex mercenary says "Pretty sure they were after Percy and Shur Kee".
The teenager who hails from The City Of Ruins continues with "Think they thought the two of them were in cohoots during Le Grande Meleé".
"Hell" mutters the attractive young woman who is a junior officer in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
"That's all we need" sourly adds Lisell Maera, Zam the ex mercenary nods in agreement with her as they make their way back to the Merchant's Rest inn, on this spring evening here in the city of Vexil . . . . . .
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