Massacre discussion

((This is where your characters hang around in bars... and get killed by assassins, but not too much.))

Iorek walked across the street into the bar. He sat down and ordered a drink.

Iorek looked at the girl next to him and recognized her almost instantly. "Alex? The army assassin, right?"

"It's fine. These people fear us enough." He looked behind him, laughing when he saw people looking back nervously.

He took a small sip. "Do you not think fear helps people? Not only us, but those who feel it too?"

He put his hand on her shoulder. "I know that feeling. My whole village was burned. I survived by hiding in a well. The blood of my mother fell into the well, covering me. I still have it in a vial. My father tried to help, but his torch died out. Only I saw it, but no one believed me. I found his body right outside the town."

"How did I know what?"

"OK." He took another sip of his drink. It was now empty. He flagged down the beertender and ordered another.

"Me too," he said, getting his drink. "I was due for duty an hour ago."

He finished his drink and left toward the inn across the way.

He stopped outside the inn, sword drawn.

He looked at her from 50 meters away.

Iorek kept watching.

((Am I British?))

Iorek looked quickly around and ran after her, staying out of sight.

Iorek looked in and saw what had happened. He turned around, keeping a watch outside the door. He saw someone slip away.

Iorek ran after her. "Wait!"

Another man jumped out of the shadows to attack Alex, just to be cut down instantly by Iorek.

Iorek kept running after the man who had run, but was losing him.

Iorek swore something terrible, and started walking back to the murdered woman.

Iorek got back to Alex. "I'm so sorry. You will get vengeance."

Iorek stepped outside and drew his sword again.

A man watched, grinning. So, his friend was successful. Now, just to get the girl... He walked up to Iorek and drew his sword. Iorek was faster. In a blur, the man's head was across the street, and Iorek was covered in blood.

((Have you read Massacre?))

Iorek grimaced, spitting out some blood. "Better him than you. Or me."

Iorek turned to her. "You want death? I could bring it for you."

"I could. Just expect to meet me in hell soon afterward."

"I'm due to guard the town soon. None of the guards have survived more than a month."

((PAGE TWO!!!!!))

"Er... OK..."

"OK. Goodbye." He saluted her.

Iorek headed back to the bar. There he sat, trying to forget about what had just happened.

Iorek got another drink.

Iorek was glad she didn't see him. He was stabbing his dagger into the table into the table over and over again.

Iorek was kinda drunk.

((Yay! WE have drunkenness in the RP!!))

Iorek stopped after his twelfth((Wow, he's drunk!)) and stood up. He walked upstairs to watch the bar.

((Is she like DEAD? That many ales would kill you if you're under 6 feet... probably.))

Iorek raised one eyebrow and followed him.

((Jake is an enemy to then!))

Iorek ran after him, sword drawn. "Stop, Austrian!"

Iorek drew his dagger and threw it at Jake, hitting his back.

((Take this to rather violent RP, it's outside of town.))

"Not very much." ((Switzerland speaks German and French. Type it in English.))

((ok lol that helps much :P))
She looked up at Iorek "do you speak french?" she asked in french.

((Ha ha! Alex is such a dumbass.))

Iorek waved his hand back and forth. "Not real," Is what he said, but he meant 'not really'.

She looked at him confused and understood by him saying the wrong thing "I smack little German" she said in german but she meant speak.

He laughed. "Why smack kids? So racist."

She tilted her head "oops i meant speak not smack" she smiled a little.

"It's OK. I was kidding." He looked at her and suddenly felt something odd. Something he hadn't felt since he was a child.

She looked at her arm. I was still wrapped in ripped off sleeve.

Iorek looked at Shai. "What is a strong feeling... kind of uncontrollable... what's it called?"