Long time in posting, apologies.

I have something brewing on the sidelines but work keeps on interrupting me.

For now, you get my first RP post on the Guild forum.

Dezzi is the lady that started the thread so I included her in this:

Deep in the twisted alleys of Khemi, an unnamed tavern rests in the shadows where no civil patron would dare venture. Inside, the single room is just big enough for four small tables and a bar, a few candles are barely sufficient to illuminate the single patron.

Even if the tavern was busy, this man would stand out amongst the other Stygian regulars. Pale of skin and larger of build than most Stygian people, he sits with a steel mug in his knotted hands, staring at the floor with far away eyes.

The tavern door opens and lets in the harsh stygian sun. The rays fall upon the patrons face, the mans eyes dilate until they are almost entirely blue, yet the man does not move an inch.

A Stygian man looks in, first nodding to the barkeep and then looking towards the tables. The Stygian sees the man and looks back outside, then with another nod behind him he walks into the tavern with three other men of similar attire.

As they enter all 4 pairs of eyes are on the man at the table, the Stygian who first entered walks over to the patron and sits down opposite.

“Greetings to you, Cimmerian.” The stygian says in the mans native language. “You know why I here?”

The man looks at the stranger for the first time, his pale blue eyes locked on the Stygians dark brown. The man calmly leans back and says in perfect Stygian “Better you keep to your native tongue, boy. One is likely to take offence at the way you were butchering mine.”

The Stygian was now becoming nervous under the Cimmerians gaze, the eyes telling him exactly how dangerous this man was.

“I- yes, thank you. I have never been able to speak Cimmerian very well.” The Stygian took a moment to regain his composure. “I am here because-“

“I know exactly why you’re here.” Interrupted the Cimmerian. “And the answer is no.”

The Stygian faked a sympathetic sigh while reaching inside his tunic. “Then you know the alternative.”

The Cimmerian smiled. “Yes, I do.”

The next moment the table was in the air, thrown clear across the room at the three awaiting assassins as if hurled from a catapult. The table hit the group and shattered on impact, knocking them to the floor.

As soon as the table left his hands the Cimmerian had kicked out at the stygian as he pulled his weapons, knocking him to the floor and spilling his dagger.

The Cimmerian picked up the greatsword that had been leaning against the wall behind him. Now working himself into the rage he so welcomed during battle.

The Stygian was still groping for his dagger when he saw the new shine to the barbarians eyes.

“Oh, Fuck!” The Stygian whispered.

With a booming roar the Cimmerian pounced to the still dazed group at the door. With two quick swipes he had gutted one and near decapitated the other. The third had just enough time to attempt an attack on the raging barbarian but was rewarded with a missing arm.

The last stygian had finally picked himself up and stood poised for the attack.

“Damn you Skellan! Dezzi will hear of this!!” Screamed the Stygian.

“I don’t think so.” Replied the barbarian.

Suddenly, the barbarian stood as still as a statue, his animal instinct realising something was wrong. In one smooth movement he turned and hurled the greatsword towards the bar where the bartender was standing with an aimed crossbow. He had time for a surprised yelp before the twirling blade took off his head.

Even as the blade left his hand Skellan reached for the two axes hanging from his waist. He once again faced the Stygian.

“Now, where were we?”

The Stygian screamed some Stygian curse and ran at the Cimmerian, although his friends were easier prey this assassin had some skill with the blade.

They exchanged blows for a few moments, the Assassin dodging more than blocking blows while the barbarian blocking more than dodging. The stygian landed a blow to the barbarians right arm, scoring a cut along the bicep.

The stygian smiled. “I am going to cut you apart piece by piece!”

Skellan also smiled “I will drink to this fight, you have been a worthy opponent.”

The engaged again, trading numerous blows in so short a time. The assassin moved in for a stab to the groin but the barbarian was faster this time and landed a simultaneous blow to the stygians arm with his left axe and one to the shoulder with his right.

The assassin fell to his knees as blood poured from the stump of his arm and the burst jugular at his neck. The barbarian gave an approving nod before he scissored the axes and removed the assassins head.

Skellan took a moment to survey the carnage, then hung up his axes and retrieved his greatsword. As an afterthought he poured himself a mug of Beer and downed it in one long pull.

He sighed as he put down the mug.

“Damn you Dezzi, I will come to your dungeon in my own time!”