Growling, Andrila grabbed his battleaxe from his belt and pushed his way through the crowd, belting one unfortunate young pirate into a table. Roaring at the top his lungs, he pointed at the intruder. "WHO'S THIS, THEN!? GET UP ON YOUR FEET, SCRUBS, AND CROWD HIM!" Fortunately for the pirates, they were used to the captain's mood swings. The intruder was finally noticed, and the sound of drawn steel rang out through the room. The stranger lowered his hood- he was an elf of considerable yo
It was the typical scene of chaos. The pirates had docked their huge warship at Sid, and after restocking, the after-plunder party began. Humans, elves, a few dwarves, halflings, crowded the custom made barroom below deck and went wild after a successful voyage. It was a display of complete debauchery, as they swigged their ale, bet their coins, and wrestled aggressively. The noise was almost deafening. Captain Dan Andrila, a tall middle aged human with graying hair, was able to be heard regardless via his booming laughter. Drinking liberally from a mug, he cast his gaze over the room. His crew seemed to be enjoying themselves, to say the least. By the bar, a dirty haired servant boy was busily scrubbing the floor- a futile effort, as more and more alcohol was spilled every moment. A few loners were in a corner, silently watching the rest of the party with wary eyes. And...Wait, who was that? A cloaked figure had walked directly into the barroom and had gone unnoticed.
Growling, Andrila grabbed his battleaxe from his belt and pushed his way through the crowd, belting one unfortunate young pirate into a table. Roaring at the top his lungs, he pointed at the intruder. “WHO'S THIS, THEN!? GET UP ON YOUR FEET, SCRUBS, AND CROWD HIM!” Fortunately for the pirates, they were used to the captain's mood swings. The intruder was finally noticed, and the sound of drawn steel rang out through the room. The stranger lowered his hood- he was an elf of considerable youth, though his eyes were hard and he impatiently tapped the handle of a longsword sheathed in his side. Watching the crowd with an amused look, he shrugged his cloak off, revealed two more swords strapped to his back, not to mention a crossbow.
“Well now, seems I've ruined your evening. 'plogies.” Idly he drew a shortsword and turned the blade sideways, causing it to catch the light of the laterns.
“Not at all, laddie. Me boys like a bit of blood spilled, don'tcha?!” There was a roar of agreement, and a few drew closer to the elf.
“Do you? That's wonderful news, now I won't feel bad about what happens next.” His eyes narrowed and his relaxed stance vanished. Drawing his longsword, he flourished both weapons threateningly. Andrila was still laughing.
“Come now, if yer a sneaky type, you'd be much better served to do this with a bit a subtlety, right? You just walked in here and practically announced yer arrival! And what made you think you could fight me whole crew by yer lonesome?”
The elf smiled grimly. “Nothing at all.” With a swift move, he stabbed the shortsword into the chest of a nearby pirate, releasing his grip and moving to draw the second longsword strapped to his back. As the pirates moved in he gave a sharp whistle. There was chaos as four pirates slashed about them in them crowd, attacking their comrades. Andrila grimaced- so there were moles. Well, he could handle five scrubs easily. He began pushing his way through the mob, axe raised high.
The five intruders linked up and fought in formation, supporting each other as the pirates closed in. But there were too many- they started to suffer minor injuries, and they were tiring rapidly. The captain grinned broadly as he prepared to strike. The elf then hurled his longsword into the air, not at Andrila, but quite over his head. The captain couldn't help but turn to look at where it landed.
Where it landed was in the hand of the servant boy. Andrila had time to register glaring green eyes and a murderous expression before his head was separated from his body.
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A few minutes later, it was over. The barroom had been transformed into a makeshift morgue.
Picking his sword out of the corpse of a pirate, the elf calmly removed a rag from his cloak and began to wipe the blood away. Turning his head to the child, he nodded.
“Thank you, Zann.”