Interruptions

[Torrential]

Roril strode into a large tavern, which probably was, by the looks of it, the busiest and most appreciated pub in all of Tamasha Village. The Drow looked around the pub, surprised yet pleased to find a small, empty table. Roril seated himself and took in the drunken cheer of the many people seating around him. Some customers told fantastic battle anecdotes, and others sang off-key to popular tunes. Just as Roril was sinking in with the merry cheer, one of the few servers appeared, as if out of nowhere. "What can I get you this evening?" he asked the Dark Elf.

"I think I'll have the roast suckling pig," replied Roril with a grin, his hunger taking the best of him.

***

A half-hour later, Roril was digging into his roast pig. He even surprised himself when he ate nearly the entire thing. My appetite controls me, he thought happily. Roril took a last few bites before approaching the bar to pay for his meal. "Would you like a room for the night?" the bartender asked once the Drow paid for his meal.

"Sounds great," said Roril, accepting the key from the man. Halfway up the stairs, Roril called, "and send up a large bottle of ale!"

Roril walked into his room, thankful to finally rest for the day. The Drow un-belted his scimitars and sank into the bed. It wasn't the most comforting of beds, but it was better than those he had slept in nights past. Roril took no time in falling into a deep sleep.

***

Screams issued from the downstairs pub and the streets outside. Fires burned buildings and and anguished yells reached the Drow's ears. Roril wasted no time in belting on his scimitars and rushing to the outside, thinking the worst.

[lust]

Stera had just fallen asleep when she heard a man yelling. She screamed silently to herself annoyed that she could never get a decent night of sleep! She stood up. She surveyed her surroundings suspiciously. She was after all, sleeping in a small alleyway. Finding the coast clear, she took a moment to stretch and adjust her clothing and weaponry. 'When will I ever sleep.' She mumbled to herself as she walked grudgingly down the alley. What was a walk quickly turned into a run. She saw smoke and others running as well. She ran smack dab into someone in the crowd. There were fires everywhere. Her eyes widened at the sight.

)(Whoa to my first post in... AGES. Sorry if it sucks <3)(

[Torrential]

"Goblins attack!" yelled a man amidst the destruction.

Roril's first instinct was to draw his scimitars and cut down any goblin in his path, which he did with pleasure. Many goblins wielding small clubs, swords, and even goblin archers were no match for the sheer agility and expertise of the Drow swordsman.

Meanwhile, the townsfolk of Tamasha were scattering about, fleeing for their lives. Normally, goblins weren't something to run away from on sight, but sheer numbers put the goblins at a great advantage. Women and children fled into the buildings that had not been ravaged by the goblins' fiery destruction while the men of the village suited up for the imminent battle. Those who were already prepared tried to hold off the enormous band of goblins to save time for those who needed to prepare.

Two goblins, one wielding a club and another a short sword, came at Roril viciously. The Dark Elf side-stepped a blow from the club and slashed at the wrist of the goblin holding it, while parrying a blow from the sword-goblin. Roril spun around to kick the remaining goblin, but with amazing speed, the goblin slashed Roril's left arm. Not taking time for injuries, Roril changed his position and hacked off the head of the goblin. Now in the clear, Roril tended to his wound.

Seeing a woman stumble out of the tavern, wide-eyed, Roril went up to her while holding his arm. "Will you aid me in this struggle?"Don't worry, it seems fine to me. ;) You'll be back on your feet in no time. Hey, I'm not the greatest myself, you'll pass me up really soon. ;) -

[lust]

Without a word, Stera ran into the crowd. She spotted a young boy screaming and the ugliest little green thing she has ever seen in her life holding an ax over him. She drew a shuriken from her sleeve and sent it soaring towards the goblin. She ran towards the boy as the goblin fell over screaming, blood gushing from his eye. She silenced him by stomping on him, the shuriken certainly finishing the job. She cursed silently at herself remembering that was her last one. Guess she'd have to make more since she wasn't about to stick her hand in that thing.

She looked around for the Drow she saw earlier. When suddenly she was attacked by four more goblins. She smiled sweetly at them. "Was that your friend?" She pointed to the dead goblin with her dagger. The goblins scowled and managed to become even more hideous. Laughing as one of them came at her, she dodged his attack and sliced off its arm. She ran at the next closest and delivered her dagger into his neck. She barely evaded an attack by a fifth goblin that would have removed her head had she not spun away at the last second. She was surrounded. The boy stood behind her. "Mmm, Exciting." She said softly. She smiled reassuringly at the boy. Yet, she had no plan. Typical.

[Ariana]

Sitting in the corner of the tavern, Ariana quietly sipped her glass of ale and watched the other people in the tavern. She was perhaps one of five people being served at this hour. True, most people were asleep at this hour. But, the girl had slept much of the day, so she wasn't tired now. Plus, she could use a little reviving after her long journey. The only other people in the tavern were two men singing loud and off key, one passed out on his chair, and three men sharing wartime stories. Ariana couldn't help but loathe those three with every story they told. They were all lies and propaganda aided by the drink. None of them knew what war was like.

She took another big sip of ale as the two singing men finished there latest song and were now laughing too loudly for Ariana's pleasure. Did they not realize that people upstairs were trying to sleep? She smirked, it wasn't like it mattered, they'd be out in a half hour. Forty-five minutes tops.

Just then, Ariana thought she could hear some crashes and grumbling from outside. However, it seemed like nothing. Probably just some kids throwing stones at some of the walls of nearby shops. But, then, people began to scream in terror. Blinding lights went up like fire. Wait...they were fire. All conversation in the tavern stopped as the men went to the windows to see what was going on. But, before any of them could even begin to guess, a young man about the age of 25 ran in the main room.

"Goblins attack!" Instantly, the bar fell into chaos. Bar maids screamed, cried, and rushed upstairs for safety, while brave men ran outside to help fight. The dunk men who boasted on and on about war followed the maids upstairs. Ariana rolled her eyes.

Sebosos!- Idiots! Ariana quickly threw off her cloak and tossed it unceremoniously on her chair. She could never fight in that bulky thing. She tossed her bow over her shoulder and her quiver belt around waist. She was ready.

When she stepped outside, her eyes went wide. Everything was in chaos. Little, green, ugly....things the likes of which Ariana had never seen before were running around with all sorts of weapons, setting buildings on fire, and stealing goods from nearby stores. She knew they had to be stopped. However, before she could do anything, an elderly yet strong-looking man came over to her.

"Will you aid me in this struggle?" He asked her. At first, Ariana only stood there, unsure what to say. But then, her gaze feel upon his open wound.

"You're hurt!" Quickly, she ran over to him and tossed the hand clutching the would over. "Let me see!" Carefully, she placed her hands on his cut.

"Erigitomus Mesinata Ilea!- I command Ilea to restore him!" It was a simple spell she learned when she was first being taught the ways of a priestess. Ilea was the Goddess of healing from her land. This spell was only good for small things like cuts and broken bones. She removed her hands and watched as the blood was already starting to go away. She smiled.

"That should help. Now, come on!" She grabbed her bow and looked back at him with fire in her eyes. "We can't let these people die!"

OOC: Whenever Ariana says something in her language and then English, pretend she just said it in her language. I translate it so you can understand it.

[drake]

The young mother clutched her baby closer to her chest, Letting out a small whimper of fear.
The goblin raised it's battle ax and came down with an over head chop, The clang of steel crashing rang out instead of the sound of butchered meat.
Drake let out little more then a grunt, taking the heavy blow to his out stretched arm.
The forsaken paladin couldn't abandon these people, not in this dire hour.

Coming around with his deadly gauntlet, He bored it into the goblin's head, killing it.
The half wolf helped the grateful woman to her feet, He escorted her out to the streets, slaying goblins as he encountered them.
None of there weapons where effective against his heavy armour, He wasted no energy evading their attacks, a blow landed on himself was a blow not landed on a defending villaiger or helpless victim.