505-07-12 Skeleton Showdown
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| Players: | Addison, Bailey, Carina, Gabrielle, Maldis, Martis, Phailin, Solphin |
| Location: | Isle of Ale Tavern, Plaza of the Keeper Center |
| Crossroads Time and Weather | |
| IC Date: | Sunday, July 12, 505 A.G. |
| Season: | Summer |
| Tide: | High and Rising |
| Diuturnal: | Waxing Gibbous |
| Minuet: | Last Quarter |
| Weather: | Everything is half-hidden, nothing clearly seen in the dark fog. It's warm and still. |
Isle of Ale Tavern - Keeper Center - Village
Unlike its competing tavern near the docks, this establishment is in a respectable shape for noble enjoyment. The prices are elevated, but so is the cleanliness of the locale. Large windows and magical balls of light brighten the place even despite the polished oak of the tables, chairs, floors, and counter tops. Paintings depicting each of the four islands as well as the city center cover the walls, often a source of conversation to the new arrival to the village.
Behind the long counter of the bar are many bottles and kegs, all boasting temptation to anyone in favor of a drink with some kick, and either Sam or Eric are serving up the booze. The serving girls (Jenny, Becca, and/or Eileen) are always playful, heightening the mood of festivity. The far end of the room has the mechanical bull set up, clearly a tribute to the tavern owner's home isle of Green Fields. A wall near the back also holds the dart board.
One table in the corner has a checkers game, and in the afternoons two old men are often enjoying their go at it.
Obvious exits: Kitchen <K> Out <O>
Lin steals Martis' mug. The others are saying things she might have thought to have said. She's studying Maldis though even as she takes a hit off the stolen tankard. Putting it back on the table she gives a half smile to Martis as if to thank him for the sip.
"Perhaps the Knights are simply extension of that divinity. Who is to say that the divine will is not that she have Knights along with her?" Martis looks to Addison as she speaks, and he almost speaks right on top of her. There's a little bow of his head to acknowledge the words." He turns back to Lin just long enough to realize his alcohol has been snaked, and his eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, his expression going entirely scandalized.
A low whistle drifts in and out of the air, wavering slightly on the verge of existance before coming back strong. The source coming into view some time later as Solphin saunters into the establishment, one hand hitching up the edge of her skirts so she doesn't fall on her face. A hand is still in mid-swing through the fog that lingers outside, trying to shift it and swirl it around behind her. A polite, though slightly overly cheered and oddly familiar nod of the head to those she finds in the tavern as her gaze swings about, even if she's never come across them before.
Maldis slowly sips his wine as the numbers increase against his point of view. He calmly takes a bite of his duckling and chews politely with a closed mouth. Upon swallowling he looks at Addison for a moment. "That speculation is clearly just that...a speculation. If knights died in her defense, then I submit they died patriots and blessed in the eyes of Providence. But any attempt on the Empress would have failed regardless. For if Providence were to will the death of the Empress, there is no amount of knights that could prevent it." He shifts his glance toward Martis once more, "And again you make an excellent point concerning the Knights perhaps being a part of Her will. However, I believe that the Empress should live free of fear. And the omnipresent escort of Knights also implies a clear and present defense, even to nonexistant danger."
"It's the Keeper that commands the Knights," Addison points out, "And since the Keeper is the closest to Providence, it would seem that Providence wills the Knights presence to protect not only his Majesty, but her Majesty and their family as well. I hardly think that if there were no danger, the Knights would be necessary, but since the Keeper deems it necessary, I would think it Providence's will."
Lin keeps her smile when she sees Martis' look. But its Solphin that catches her attention now with that whistle as she comes in. A nod given for Addison in case she missed her appearance earlier. She's listening as she taps her fingers on the table. "And the Empress is allowed certain freedoms even if she has to have her knights about her." Gesturing at the tavern for example, "If she had no freedom she'd not be allowed to come here for example. If she was truly afraid to go and walk about to her people she'd just stay locked down in the castle. She does not." Straightening some, "She still is able to do things she loves like go horseback riding with her siblings or go on a trip. Just because she has her knights and it looks like she may be living in fear, appearances can be decieving."
He doesn't know Solphin, but Martis nods back to her as she moves in anyway. "I think your speculation that Empress Mena lives her life in fear is just as much a speculation as the lady's." His eyes dart to Addison to indicate her, before he nods with Phailin's words. "Indeed. The Keeper has an heir, does he not? Surely the cannot be entirely without their moments of trust and privacy."
Solphin's steps slow some, but don't stop as the androgyne seems to have caught sight of something distracting and shiny. A slow smile when she realizes who's in the debate. "Ooooooooh Green Eyes, are you causing trouble again?" she speaks up rather brazenly, tipping her chin downward as she finds herself at the bar, casually leaning into the bar as one might expect a lad more than a lady to do, elbow on the bartop and one foot pressed to the platform. "Addie, M'Lady, ...M'lord" She says after a moment of assessing then guessing with Martis. "You'll have to excuse Green Eyes.-- Yes whiskey please, Sam. Thank you, sweetness-- He's a little over excitable." there was a cheeky grin to finish that out, with an asside to the bartender.
Maldis looks back down at his dinner. Given the sheer amount of people entering into the conversation now, it appears pointless to debate as the jury is the defense. Instead of making counterpoints, he simply comments. "Well, I suppose we are all free to interpretation, and I find your points to be very well put, sir. Given that I am in the presence of some of the Keepers property.." he eyes Addison. "As well as a Lady who is very proud of her name." he looks at Phaillin, "A scamp noble" He eyes Solphin as she arrives. "I can only assume you also have some sort of title, am I correct sir?"
"Hello, my lady," Addison calls to Solphin with a smile, smiling also to Lin, though briefly. "I'm not his property," She protests suddenly sounding rather indignant, "I'm his ward, there is a very vast difference in the two." She folds her arms over her chest and looks at Maldis with a somewhat surly expression.
"I'm Martis Greyhayme. Lord Stone's Throw." Martis introduces himself to Maldis with a slight incline to his head. He doesn't seem particularly inclined to stand up, or bow, or anything else that might indicate a better indication of his respect for his own title. He is, after all, particularly comfortable where he's sitting, with his legs all stretched out.
Raising her brows upward, perhaps surprised at Maldis' words, but it was coupled with a smile, Solphin inclined her head toward the bartender who gives her drink, exchanging with coin from a store in a seam hidden pocket in her dress. Happy to sit back and mostly out of the way, though prone to inserting herself into any conversation she's fortunate (or they're unfortunate) enough to hear. Another small glance toward Martis when he states who he is, peering over her whiskey as she sipped, really not for longer than a second or two as her eyes swam to Addison again. "Like I said, Addie. Over excitable." tipping her head to the side, her voice raised to carry to Maldis. "Do you have my ball?"
Maldis smiles at Martis as he takes another sip from his glass of wine. He straighforwardly ignores both Addison as well as Solphin, "Indeed, I had no idea why I suspected. A pleasure, Lord Greyhayme. I apologize for having no remarkable lineage to contribute to the party. I hope you all will excuse me if I save all the appropriate genuflecting until after I finish my dinner."
LIn just rolls her eyes when she hears Maldis. Leaning back in her chair all the while.
Addison frowns just a little bit at Maldis, minor annoyance that seems to pass at the words from Solphin. She rises then and turns to head for Solphin, taking a place at the bar right beside the woman then leans in a little closer. She mutters to Solphin, "... it... when... as... they... as... of... coward and if I... what... Maldis..."
"I'd rather the apology for the attitude and excuse you the lineage, but have it your way." Martis gestures with one hand, the other still occupied with holding up his mug.
Bailey arrives from the Plaza Center.
Maldis raises his eyebrows as he takes another bite of his duckling and looks over Martis like one would a pig set for the market, "Attitude?"
Solphin's smile only brightens into something particularly vicious but elated. A cheshire grin, even, the humor in her eyes infectious and strong. Chuckling softly into her glass, it's set back down again as the scamp noble turns and rests her back against the bar as Addison steps up beside her. A subtled tip of her head, listening carefully, her lips parted again into a quick flash of a smile. She mutters to Addison, "... is a... his... most definitely. Instead... above the masses he... as foolish as... really is. Kiss of..." making a gesture as if to blow a kiss, the overly expressive androgyne makes a gesture out. "Without a doubt. Can I offer a drink on me, Addie? It's been too long since we've managed to run into eachother for more than a breath."
Lin just laughs when she hears Maldis. She doesn't have a tankard or anything to hide the laughter that just erupts. She's sitting with Martis and just staring at Maldis who sits alone eating at his table. The other ladies are at the bar.
"Aye, milord." Martis says, and there's distaste that drips off of the last word of his sentence. "Unless the snide, underhanded remarks are just engrained, and you're incapable of overcoming your baser self. In which case, I'll forgive you now, provided you can manage to keep your mouth shut around any more of your underhanded insults." *Somebody* isn't quite feeling the spirit of 100th day any more.
Maldis sits his fork down and looks Martis over, "I'm sorry, are you also hiding a retinue of Knights somewhere?"
The door to the tavern opens, admitting a man dressed in heavy leathers and a sword. He glances over his shoulder as he comes, then shakes his head and finally turns towards the room at large, briefly considering the room before he enters. "Next round's on me!" he shouts out with a grin. Yeah, he /might/ have misread the room.
Lin just shakes her head as she leans forward in the direction of Maldis. "He doesn't need to. He has no need to hide. But I can say with assurance that he has the Foresters backing him up. If you do not know that name I suggest you learn fast and quick."
Addison just grins at Solphin and nods to her, "So very true, my lady. Very much so." She looks back at the bar for a thoughtful moment and then nods, "Yes, I think I would like a drink. Do you recommend anything? I'm not a fan of ale or any liquor that tastes too much like it could ... burn a hole through metal." She grins again before her attention is stolen by Bailey's boisterous entrance, waving at the lord, then dropping her hand and lowering into a respectful curtsy instead.
Martis' eyebrows lift, slowly, and he considers Maldis with a cool, almost detached expression that is delivered largely through his lashes. "I have no need to hide behind another man's arm, sir." Whatever else he might have said is waylaid by the entrance of the man in the leathers offering alcohol, and his eyebrows steeple together in an expression that's almost confusion.
Gabrielle entered for the second time this evening, noting that the company had lessened and changed. She gave the mechanical bull a wary glance before taking a seat at the bar, her back to it so she could peer around. Absently, she twisted her closed fan around and between her fingers.
Bailey glances about, then squints faintly. "Somehow, I think that was ill timed," he notes to no one at all, then slides up towards Addison--who briefly gets a brief wink. "Good evening," he says, slipping up beside her, then also nodding to her friend. Turning to the man behind the bar, he orders, "Green Fields Brandy, if you please, sir." Maldis smiles politely as he nods and shifts his gaze to Lin, "Ah, and these...Foresters shall pour from the walls and leap from the tankards should I take this any further?" Maldis's smile is pompous and indeed unconcerned. "Well, if that be the case, I should defer and proceed to start quaking in my boots. Or perhaps I will simply take comfort in the Protection Providence awards and turn the other cheek to your...underdeveloped ability to deliver any true threat."
Solphin seems to be listening in on too many things at once, so as she inclines to speak to Addison, suggestions, supposedly, Bailey makes his grand entrance. Turning, a bold smile lifts with that far too easy warmth, nodding firmly. "That is the spirit I like to see! Ah my new best friend, I'm afraid, someone get this man a seat!" chuckling, she did turn that now blazing smile back on Addison. "In my opinion, the warmer Rum Punch isn't as bad as one might think. It wont burn a hole in you, I promise. Or you can always try for a finer white wine. The sweeter the better, though I'm not much a wine connoisseur so you may have to ask one of the finer folks here."
"My friend," Martis says with a smile that's as wan and ingenuine as the words he offers, "I do not think anyone has threatened you yet." And that, it would seem, is the end of his concern with Maldis, as his attention is back on his ale, and the other people around him. Bailey's entrance earns him a lifted hand by way of greeting."
Addison smiles up at Bailey briefly, though the words from Maldis regarding the Forester's steal her attention for the moment and she cannot help but to laugh. "Master Maldis," She calls, "While it would be no tragedy to me were you to stand on the wrong side of that family, you should perhaps do your research before you go about insulting people." Her lips quirk into a smile again and she looks back to Solphin, "I'll try that then.. the rum punch. If it's not to my liking.." She grins, "At least I didn't have to pay for it."
"Master Maldis?" Bailey asks of Addison with a raised brow. He pulls a purse from his belt and offers it to Addison, then says, "Keep my tab for me?" He winks at her. "This is one I have to see for myself." Then he turns away to walk towards Martis and Phailin, before Addison can stop him--before his drink has arrived! "Martis, Lin!" he calls, as if they're old friends. "I hope you're drinking; I'll be sorely disappointed if I leave here with money in Addison's hands." He grins and pulls up a chair--inviting himself, it seems.
Gabrielle having noticed no one she knew past a vaguely familiar face, Gabrielle had two choices. She could enter the conversation herself, or find out something very important about these bar stools. It was a very weighty decision, and she bit down on her bottom lip, tilting her head slightly to the side. Snapping her fan open as she pondered, she waved it slowly at herself, and chose. Using the counter to push off, the usually sophisticated, elegant Pais de Leuvier woman spun around and around on the bar stool.
Solphin chuckles lightly to Addison, nodding once. "Indeed. It's the best to be adventurous when it's on someone elses coin. At least that's what Fenton says, the frugal old goat." more easy humor in her voice, apparently in a fine mood tonight regarldess of odd convesations being flung around. A severe tap tap tap on the bar to catch the tender's attention. "Rum Punch for the good Miss Addie, please, On...well, whoever that boisterous fellow is." a somewhat quieter note, perhaps to Addison or to herself, who knows. "Providence, I've gotten so behind on my socializing. It's embarasing, nearly."
Phailin rises from her seat and looks to be headed towards Maldis. But its Bailey that stops her from her goal. Surprise registers on her face and than she says something really intelligent, "Huh? What?" Crinkling her brow at the process. Hands to her sides are balled in fists.
Maldis appears to be content to leave it be as well. He returns his attention to his duck and begins eating despite the comments of Addison and the shouting of his name. The man holds his fork within a grip that shows white knuckles. He cuts a piece of the duck and raises it to his mouth with a trembling hand and takes a bite and chews quietly.
Now, Martis does get up, the chair scraping as he pulls himself up to the entire six feet and four inches of his height. "Hey, Lin." He says, quietly, reaching out to touch at her shoulder lightly. "It's not worth it, hey? Come sit back down. Do you know Lord Guybrush?" One hand gestures towards the table, and the rather cheeky man who has sat himself down with it. "He's a good man." A glance to the side, to consider Bailey. "For a Mistian." There's an irreverant grin that goes with it, pointed first to Bailey, and then to Phailin.
Bailey snorts, faintly, and nods his head to Martis. "Aye, I've met Lin. She had some ghost problems, not too long ago," he says, smiling to Lin. "Unfortunately beyond my skill to resolve, but hopefully I helped a bit. Everything alright?" he asks curiously. "I hear you're starting trouble with my kinsman, over here," he motions towards Maldis faintly. "Maldis Voltaire. Good man, you know. Mistian. Teleports the unsuspecting about without warning or so much as a by-your-leave."
Addison takes the purse from Bailey without seeming to realize what she's holding at first, gaze dropping to the purse and then back up to the lord. A quiet laugh follows a shake of her head as she turns back to Solphin, "That boisterous fellow is Lord Bailey Guybrush, of Shadrach's Folly." She jingles the purse in a measuring sort of way, then fishes out the coin to cover her drink, money set down on the counter with a solid plunk. She leans a little closer to Solphin then, her low voice just loud enough to carry to those who might really be listening, "So how likely do you think it is there will be a fight before the night's out?"
Maldis slowly looks up at Bailey. His eyes narrow for a moment as he hasn't yet quite figured what the man is playing at. He pickes up his wine glass and takes a sip.
Solphin pipes up. "But he has pretty eyes." to interject into a conversation likely across the room from her, one hand raising up, index finger extended as she slides out of the conversation just as quickly as she intruded, passing a glance towards the others, though letting it linger over nearer to Maldis. There was a wrinkle in her nose as Addison fishes in her purse, the coin falling and being silenced and pushed back by that very same index finger which thrust into the air earlier. "Mm mm mm, now you have two people offering to pay for your drinks, take advantage of that before you're too old and unseemly looking to take advantage of it." A jovial wink to the younger girl, she leans in to murmur back. "And 'folly' seems to be his speciality perhaps. Mmm, though...seems on the fight front, the Lord Stone's Throw is trying to interject. Who knows. Forester temper, gentle florist or not." She clicks her tongue and sits up again, like a bird poppingit's head up almost, voice carrying. "Oh yes, before I forget! M'lady! Congratulations. Sending flowers seemed redundant and silly since I don't know you but well done. Not many get to marry for love, you keep us in the positive." ...I promise, she wasn't drinking before this.
Having regained her composure, Gabrielle rose and moved over a few seats, until she could hear most of the conversations fairly easily. For a few moments she was tilting her head this way and that as voices came from different directions, like a confused parrot, but she quickly eased herself into the flow of conversations. A word made her interrupt. "Teleportation?" The lady echoed, glancing at the man who'd mentioned it. Phailin straightens her shirt and fiddles with her cloth belt as she listens to Martis. "Fine." Lin turns to head back to her seat. As she sits down she looks over at Baily and bobs her head towards him. Going silent again. No words as she chews her lower lip.
Carina walks quietly into the tavern, she stands by the door for a moment, trying to figure out where exactly she should sit. Gazing about, her eyes stop on Maldis and hold there.
It does register that Solphin said something to her. Lin raises her head to look over at her and gives her a wave, "Why thank you kindly. It really is a miracle that folks do that nowadays. I am glad I could be of an example." Her hand dropping back into her lap.
Something goes tight around the edges of Martis' eyes, briefly, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, encouraged by Phailin's retreat, he turns back to his own table, that charmer's grin still wide across his face. "Come on, you don't need to prove who you are or who your family is to anyone, right? The people who matter know the truth." He plops himself back down into that same chair as soon as his friend has sat, and turns his attention briefly to Bailey. "You sure do have strange kin, my friend. How is the evening finding you? In good spirits, it seems. Or at least, in spirits."
"Assuredly both," Bailey replies, moving to claim a seat next to Martis. "But I'm not so drunk that I can't finish what we started. Got your numbers, I think we'll be able to do business." He glances towards Maldis, offers a faint wink, then looks back to Martis again. "He giving you trouble?" he asks curiously.
Addison tosses a grin Solphin's way, "I think the chances are fair, especially if enough drink is consumed." She jingles the purse a little. "How have you been, my lady? It has been too long since we last spoke, since that evening in the hallway where we established the signal for escape."
Solphin ducks back down to her own conversation instead of hijacking others, smiling easily to Addison like a co conspirator might. "Well anything is possible with drink involved. Should be more interesting now with two of the four being mages. Let's just hope they manage not to burn the tavern down." a little note of tease in her voice, knowing very well that the female she sat with was from Mists as well. The rememberance of that night has her chuckling again. "Oh that was an interesting one." shaking her head some, just beaming, "Crazy men. Encouragable. But yes. I've been well." nodding. "I certainly cannot complain concidering others." words coming easily enough. "How have you been? It really has been too long, and even then it was only a few moments."
"Hmph." Having been completely ignored during her first attempt at conversation, she closed her fan with an audible 'click' and opened it again. Habit made her move it so it hid her face, all but the eyes, as the ladies in the Paisen courts often held them. She rose from the bar, making her way to the table where the man who ignored her sat, with two others. At first she didn't recognize either, but as the woman turned, she glimpsed a semi familiar face. "Pardon me," she lowered her fan so she wasn't speaking through it, "Are you Lady Phailin Forester? The owner of the flower shop, what was it, Piles Of Petals?" Her accent is immediately evident when she speaks, but her words are clear. Maldis continues to eat his meal quietly. He finishes the duck and takes another sip from his wine as he occasionally looks about the room.
Phailin is clearly distracted. In fact she's just slouched in her chair. Looking at her nails. Not really paying attention to what is going on here. That is until Gabrielle catches her attention. Glancing up and over to the fan holding lady. "Why yes, I am." She's cordial, "You are the new dress maker in town?" Trying to place the woman.
Carina is starting to fume a little and that's it/ It was all she needed to propell her across the room straight towards Maldis. She doesn't attempt to backhand him all lady-like, oh no, she hauls off and goes to punch him in the side of the face, "You're a right bastard, you are!" A lot of the slum dialect eating into her voice there.
"I don't think so, Bailey." Martis smiles, relaxing just a little as the tension in the room slowly seems to ebb. "I'm glad you got my message. I think Terran and I have figured out a way to best --" And that's about the time he catches the motion of Carina in the edge of his eyes, and they bulge. "Oh, Providence's blessed tits." He mutters, and although he's already starting to stand again, as if to prevent or maybe get in on the action, he's too far away and too late to even be anywhere near to her when the blow is thrown. What nods of greeting he might have given Gabrielle are completely forgotten.
"Nah," Addison says to Solphin as she picks up her punch, gaze on the group around the table. "If we were in the Isle of Beer, I'd be worried about it burning down." She grins again and glances up at the Lady Moria, "I've been well, aside from some trouble with an ill timed and unexpected trip to Landry. Been trying to stay out of trouble since--" Her words stop as she watches Carina march over to Maldis and try to punch him, and whether that hit connects or not she elbows Solphin, grin growing, "See.. a fight."
The sudden sweep across the room draws Bailey's attention away from Martis, and he blinks. "Car--" too late, he winces as she hauls back to throw a punch at Maldis. But he's on his feet, and reaching a hand towards a pouch on his belt as he moves in to try and pull Carina out of harm's way.
"Well she beat me. Hot damn. Imagine that." Lin slaps her knee when she sees what it is that Carina has done. Shaking her head and grinning. But she stays out of it. Already got Bailey trying to interfere and Martis thinking about it. Her hand comes off her knee so she can just cross her arms across her chest. If she had a blade of grass she'd be chewing it right now in her look.
Maldis receives the sucker punch from the side and never sees it coming. He covers his face with both hands and stands from his dinner and walks to the door disoriented. His head is hung low and defeated as a simple debate turned first to insults, then implication, and finally it appears as if the entire room is after his blood. He doesn't know who attacked him, nor why. Blood can be seen dripping from his hands as he approaches the door, he reaches out and leans against it for a long moment as if searching for the way to fix this or make it make sense. Piety and service to Providence is his mantra. Truth and service to the universal good despite the opposition. Turn the other cheek when the first one is struck...Fuck it, we can start that tomorrow. With one hand Maldis reaches up and latches the door from the inside before turning to face the room. His other hand tosses upon the floor maybe seven small white chips. Maldis watches the room for a long moment as if he wants to say something, and then indeed he does speak. The words flow from his mouth and fade from memory the instant they are heard. His body tenses and flexes as he reaches a fist out and with the crescendo of his voice, opens his fist. Quickly, seven skeletons grow from the chips. It takes but a second for the small pieces of bone to transform into full humanoid undead and begin attacking the closest living people available. At the door, Maldis's eyes lock first upon Bastian and his teeth bare into a snarl as he reaches out at the man who is already prepping to obviously attack.
Carina gets pulled away by Bailey, flailing a little, "No.. I wanna.." She trails off though as Maldis starts up his spell, not fighting Bailey so much anymore, but just watching with wide eyes.
[ROLL] Maldis rolls 1d20: 9
Total: 9
Martis had, in fact, been moving to restrain Carina. He is not quick enough to do that, however, and so he finds himself suddenly standing unarmed as skeletons rise up from apparently nothing, between the door and just about everyone else. "Phailin," He says, with a loud, low tone of voice that is all business and no amusement, no light. "Get everyone who can fit into the kitchens. If you can get the door closed, do it. I'll come get you when it's safe." Then he squares himself, his hands balling shut as he prepares to match up with the skeletons...apparently with his bare hands.
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 4
Total: 4
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 1d20: 3
Total: 3
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 20
Total: 20
Bailey's sword flashes out in an instant. "Martis," he calls, the one word he spares before the sword is tossed towards the table, landing with a clatter. A vial of some red-brown liquid emerges from Bailey's hand, and he quickly tosses the bottle to the floor. "Achardalan dambien fielos!" he cries out. Blue mist arcs from his hand towards the skeletons, but nothing visible changes. Bailey's already grabbing for another component.
worried how you guys choose to do it unless you are hitting me. :)" "Well fuck." Lin rises from her seat. "I guess I better forget about drinking anymore ale." She's listening to Martis though as she mumbles. "I wish I had my damn bow and arrow." She's so nonchalant about what is happening. Is she for real? But she does as Martis tells her. Looking to see who is fighting and who is not. All she's got are her fists after all.
Solphin nods some to Addison, grinning at the jab to the other tavern. "Such a trouble with that place. Should just put a perminant bonfire pit there. Mm and yes, Tiege told me about--" Whaaa?jumps her attention up at the new voice, or maybe just the words spoken coupled with a scattering of steps. From listening to Addison to turning to watch Carina stride over and mean to clock Maldis in the face. A small sound from her lips, not a common word, but an odd flair to the linguistics, she's on her feet and striding /into/ the fight without a second thought. Too bad her guards got stuck outside, might be a point where they drag her off. "Hatters and Mages. Who knew..." Her steps don't slow as Bailey steps in, but instead she tries to insert herself between what she thought was Maldis and Carina. Buffer? Cha. Continued small words are sputtered out with odd gliding flair, though no magical quality from these. Dark eyes opened wide, looking between Carina and Maldis, Maldis and Carina. Bailey? Carina Maldis Bailey, Li--wait no, Martis Bailey Lin, Carina....Aw heck they were all over...and then looking at...apparently the fist end of a skeleton since she's taken it upon herself to play buffer/peace keeper. HAH! Without even time to curse, there was a quick step back and an arm came up to stave away a...bone. Which only rebounds her own coiled hand into her cheek, recoiling her backwards. "My, those things hit harder than..." shut up scamp. Her hand yanks up the edge of her skirt, grinning as she hunkers down as the side of her face reddens. "Green Eyes...bravo."
"Oui, I am Gabrielle du Molyneux, owner of - .." And then she is interupted by a woman who looks vaguely familiar. Was that the woman with all the hats? Gabrielle gaped a little as she saw her swing and connect, and was actually quite impressed at the force of the punch. She stood dumbly, still at Phailin's side, before she was shaken into action at the sight of the skeletons. Another 'crack' of the fan as it was closed, turned, and reopened, revealing the edge of the blade. It was the only weapon she had, and she flailed a little. "I only know enough to make a man hurt very badly, for the overzealous ones. As those skeletons don't have the proper anatomy for that kind of action, I don't know if I can help." Her words directed to Lin, somewhat, though really, she just needed some sort of direction before she tried to defend herself by kneeing skeletons in the groin.
Addison's expression shifts to something distinctly smug as she gets to see Maldis sucker-punched, and there's no hiding it. More likely, there's no attempt to hide it. "I guess Providence didn't see fit to protect him from that." She has the look right now of a kid who got everything she wanted for Christmas and more, the rum punch in her hand brought up for a sip. When the door to the tavern is locked and the spells start flying, that smug look disappears, "I just knew there would be a fight." The words muttered to herself since Solphin jumps into the fray. Addison herself gets to her feet and moves around behind the bar to stand somewhere near the kitchen door, though she doesn't actually go through it. She wants to watch.
Carina takes a few moments to snap out of it, she looked worried there for a moment about the magic stuff. She reaches up and pulls some hat pins from her hair and takes the stance of a street fighter. She makes for the closest skeleton and lodges one of the pins into it's skull, pulling the sharpened stilleto up and to the side, trying to dislodge the skull from the body.
Maldis's hand reaching out towards Bailey curves upward and opens as Maldis hisses a word of power from between bared teeth. His Purist robe hangs obtusely from him as his eyes promise pain and death.
[ROLL] Maldis rolls 1d20: 6
Total: 6
[ROLL] Gabrielle rolls 1d20: 3
Total: 3
several plates and a mug of ale fly from a table top at Bailey. They are scattered and not focused.
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 1d20: 1
Total: 1
Martis doesn't hesitate, instead reaching out to grab the sword as it comes clattering across the table. His fingers curl around it, but he's just close enough to a skeleton that he doesn't have time to bring the weapon to bare before there's bony hands reaching for him. Lord Stone's Throw gives off a sound which is something like a growl, low and deep in his throat, and the whips the pommel of the sword up, smashing it first into the skeleton's chin. That doesn't seem to really phase it much, so he hisses again, and kicks at a shin. He'd really like to tell the women to retreat *again*, what with all the crockery flying around, but he's a bit distracted.
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 3
Total: 3
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 15
Total: 15
Bailey slips sidways and reaches up a hand to try and turn the plates back on their owner. His fingers whip through a single strange posture, but rather than turning the plates back, instead they explode, shattering Bailey with shards of porcelain and drawing more than a few cuts. He hisses and steps away, reaching for his pouch again.
Lin doesn't say anything to Gabrielle. She's just trying to find a corner and let the others fight. She just looks pissed at her corner. Ducking every now and than hoping she doesn't get hit by any of that crockery flying. She's cussing. "Damn it, damn it. I sure the hell am not leaving home without anything. Anything/." She of course is not expecting anyone to respond or listen to her. There are skeltons and people fighting. Yeah thats a priority.
Addison keeps close to the kitchen door and starts to rummage through her skirts, little pockets here and there that hold various envelopes and componants. She seems to find the one she's looking for and holds it between her teeth as other items are replaced in her pockets. From a larger pocket in the side of her skirt she withdraws a glove and slides it onto her hand, wiggling her fingers a bit to make sure that it's on snugly, then plucks the envelope from her teeth and just continues to wait by the kitchen door, watching.
Solphin's hand gropes backward for the back of a chair. "Like I said. I forgot how much fun socializing can be..." if her mood ever dampens, it seems the skeletons just don't do it for her. A fluid motion with the chair, she's spinning around with a bit too much agility for this to be a 'spur of the moment' kind of thing. Though when she steps forward again, her foot catches on her skirt and has her slouching a little too low, delivering that chair full force, swung into the skeleton's legs rather than the head like she meant. A vicious word of that same odd origin tears from her lips as the chair crashes through the skeleton about the hip and thigh region...and tears her skirt. An exasperated sigh, setting whatever remained of the chair down and looking at the hole in the front about the knee. "Fucking thing, nothing but ridiculous trouble..." stepping purposely on the skirt to tear the front chunk out purposely, batter up! That chair's hoisted back over her shoulder.
Dropping the chattering head to the floor like some haunted decoration, Carina goes for the things midlle, but this time it gets the better of her and connects with her stomach. She is thrown back and tumbles over one of the tables, rolling as she crashes to the floor and dropping her hat pins so she doesn't land on them in a impaling sort of way.
[ROLL] Martis rolls 1d20: 20
Total: 20
[ROLL] Maldis rolls 1d20: 6
Total: 6
Gabrielle began to curse as well, in Paisen, as she crouched and found the nearest wall, edging along it towards where Addison stood, at the kitchen. She managed to avoid the plates - and, more importantly, the skeletons - but, like the woman beside her, she didn't go to hide in the kitchen. She, too, wanted to watch. "Ooh," she winced at a particularly nasty noise, like skin being bashed until the bones began to crack, then turned to Addison. "Is this kind of thing normal?" Her voice was as calm as if they were observing a sunset. Maldis's eyes shift to wine rack against the wall and his eyes gleam with malice. He reaches out to it as if grabbing it from across the room. The gesture of his arm after that is a point toward Bailey as he hisses "SHiSAK" and promptly corks start popping from the bottles aimed directly at Bailey.
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 1d20: 1
Total: 1
"Lin, you can--" And that's all Martis has to say about the subject, whatever it might have been, the sentence is left unsaid as the skeleton makes its attack on him. It misses swiping the ends of its fingers against his face by fractions of an inch, but it does lodge those bones into his hat--and then pushes them right through it. The hat goes flying, mangled beyond use, to slap against the wall, and there's a moment where Martis actually watches it. When he looks back to the skeleton, there's fury blazing in his golden eyes. "Oh, the ABYSS TAKE YOU." He snarles at the thing, slamming the pommel and the flat of the sword against the creature a second time. Simultaneously, he aims a second kick to the same leg--which results in the thing snapping off at the knee and going flying. That doesn't seem to slow the skeleton down much.
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 5
Total: 5
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 14
Total: 14
"Damnithel," Bailey utters the single word, and then winks out of existence. The corks find nothing, but Bailey reappears a few moments later--right in line with his own sword as Martis draws back. It jabs him in the shoulder, and Bailey hisses in pain, then stumbles back, reaching up to put pressure on the wound.
Lin starts to pick up the broken crockery off the floor. Is she cleaning up? She must be insane. But no it seems she has a purpose. Scanning the room in general. Oh look flying skelton and wow there's flying crockery coming off Lin's hand. The impact of the crockery is still to be determined.
[ROLL] Phailin rolls 1d20: 3
Total: 3
Carina crawls under the table she was on top of a moment before and goes to take the skeleton down by it's legs. She does manage to take it down, but it doesn't fall away from her it falls on top of her. "Ow.. owowowoww!" Now the head as joined back into the fight and is trying to eat her shoe.
That crockery didn't do much. In fact it just kind of bounced off the flying skelton and dropped right back to the floor. It looks like that game you played when you were a kid and it involved jacks and a ball. The ball is the skeleton and the jacks were the broken bits.
"No, this is more like the Dockside," Addison replies to Gabrielle as she starts dips a hand into another pocket and withdraws a vial, the cork pulled out with her teeth, thumb immediately moving to cover the top of the vial to keep it's contents inside. The cork is spat out in a rather unladylike fashion as she waits, glancing up at the woman beside her, "If things get too bad, stay close."
"Well shit." Lin mutters when she sees her attempt of helping failed. Retreating back to the corner as she tries to keep up with what is going on. And how everyone is faring. Wincing when she takes notice of the injuries that seem to be multiplying for Bailey.
[ROLL] Martis rolls 1d20: 11
Total: 11
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 19
Total: 19
Finding her chair missing three legs, Solphin scoffs. "Shoddy workmanship." Or maybe a hard skeleton...by the way where was...oh yeah! Heavily swayed, the creature stumbled down with that former swipe and went down to its knees, climbing up again, the Lady Scamp just smiles and crams that remaining leg into the chest of the skeleton and puts her foot atop the seat. "Ohhh you don't have to kneel to me, but I appreciate the sentiment." a chipper mood, yes, shoving back and hopping up, it was something of an odd wrestling wanna be move as she hopped up on the seat of the chair to bent the skeleton backwards. Not enough weight to crush it, but the legs are popped off as they're wrenched back. The skelly does manage to grab one of the woman's ankles in it's flailing and fling her off. Skidding, rolling, laughing as she scrambles to a crouch, toppling over a table and getting a series of fun friction burn along her arm and leg she slid along.
Starting to lose its balance, the skeleton Martis has been fighting reaches out to grasp him with both of its hands and pulls the lanky Lord towards it, sinking flat teeth against the place where his shoulder hits his neck. Martis shouts--more howls, really--and braces against the collarbone of the skeleton with the hand holding Bailey's sword while the other comes to its forehead to try and peel the skull back and away from his flesh. He knees it again and again in the ... well, the pelvis, which really does nothing more than take it off its feet entirely.
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 14
Total: 14
[ROLL] Phailin rolls 1d20: 17
Total: 17
Maldis reaches out in front of him with both hands and utters a phrase that sounds like he said, "Ickie Ickie Ickie PTAAAANG dribbledribbledribble" His face shows concentration for a moment and the shards from the skeletons and the inert bone chips on the floor begin to rise into a new batch. Four more, making seven in total add to the chaos.
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 1d20: 14
Total: 14
Carina finds an empty tankard on the floor and tries to roll towards it with the skeleton still atop her. She manages to shake the thing loose and picks up the tankard to bash in the skull that is still trying to gnaw away her feet. She hammers away at it until it is just a bunch of bone chips, and no more chattering.
"Hey!" Lin calls out. Right as if a skelton can talk back. Its just a bunch of bones. "Get off of him!" No Lin you don't just try to talk sense to a skelton. She went back to picking up the broken pottery. As she gets closer she's aiming at trying to knock the skelton off of Martis. She's really not trying to hurt the Lord of Stone Throw. Just the skelton. Some pieces of the pottery leave their mark as they stay embedded on the skelton. Asking Martis as she tries to fight with him. "You okay? Not bledding are you?" Taking a leg to kick what remains she can away from the lord. Using the pottery as back up.
Bailey pulls his own blood forth from his wound and uses it to draw a sigil a sigil on his hand. He vanishes again, only this time he appears in front of one of the new skeletons, fist flying. There's a resounding *CRACK* as Bailey's signet ring cracks into the chestbone of the skeleton, but before that chestbone crumples, Bailey's spell pulls him away again, only to reappear directly in front of Maldis, his fist still moving forward towards the other mage, but with the inertia far reduced by the initial strike.
[ROLL] Martis rolls 1d20: 17
Total: 17
Solphin's skeleton flails around, reaching to pull the chair off itself to find it's leg wedged into it's ribcage. It simply breaks the leg off and rights itself...with the leg still in it's chest. The woman still down on her hands and knees, inches onto her toes and lunges at the skeleton just as a few more pop up around them all. Far too engrosed in what she's doing, it seems, not much concentration on too much else, she grabs one of the skeleton's arms and stands, swinging him around and around and around like a father might do to his kids...if they were clawing with their free arm trying to rend flesh from bone. Eventually just smashing the half skelly into another, Solphin staggers some, dizzy from the spin. Another trip on her skirt and she's on her ass. Again. Sigh.
[ROLL] Maldis rolls 1d20: 2
Total: 2
"I have no idea." Martis says to Phailin, staggering back a step as she knocks the skeleton clear off him with a thrown pot. The answer is yes; there's a pretty terrible rip that goes through his doublet and his shirt beneath, and there's blood welling up against the tear. "Thanks--fuck." The words seem to blend together as soon as the new skeletons pop up, and Lord Stone's Throw takes only a single deep breath before he lunches forward, sword-first, to finish beating apart the skeleton that Bailey only punched. His first attack, even with the flat of the sword, goes clean through the ribs on one side of the thing, further destroying the ribcage. "Lin, if you're gonna fight, why don't you use one of them bones? Like a club."
Maldis is in mid spell when Bailey appears directly in front of him in mid swing. The signet ring impacts Maldis square in the chest and the word of power he was in the middle of saying is not completed. Maldis falls back against the door But quickly recovers and watches for Bailey to blink to a new location.
[ROLL] Phailin rolls 1d20: 16
Total: 16
[ROLL] Addison rolls 1d20: 4
Total: 4
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 9
Total: 9
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 2d20: 10 16
Total: 26
[ROLL] Maldis rolls 1d20: 20
Total: 20
Lin hitches up her skirts. Forgetting the broken dishes. Instead she attempts to wrench free a rib that looks mostly broken. And she starts hitting the skelton that has his breastbone crushed like a Fielder farmwife would to to a bunch of mouses found in her wheat. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Addison is watching the fighting intently, all the broken chairs and chomping skeleton heads. Then she focuses in on Maldis and starts to mutter words to herself, soft and repetitive, brows drawing together in concentration, a concentration that's broken when Bailey pops into view. She blinks a couple of times and whatever she was trying fails, utterly, cursing herself quietly for her lack of concentration.
Bailey vanishes out from in front of Maldis, appearing directly beside Addison with another vial of red-brown liquid. Again he tosses it to the floor, repeating the phrase he began this fight with--only this time the wording is faintly altered. "Achardalan dambien fielain." The blue mist streaks from his hand, engulfing one of the new skeletons in blue flames that roar loudly. The flames die down as quickly as they were made, and the affected skeleton now remains nothing more than a pile of bonechips. Bailey's spell pulls him away from Addison once more, and he appears in the center of the room.
Maldis staggers to the far side of the restaurant as he recovers from the hit he just took. Perhaps it was that hit that cleared his head from rage to appreciation for the severity of this conflict. His eyes focus with concentration and with a wide sweeping motion of his arms and three hissed words, tables, chairs, crockery, a drunk of two, basically, an entire restaurant worth of shrapnel and large projectiles scream toward the crowd from the far wall to the Kitchen.
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 4
Total: 4
[ROLL] Addison rolls 1d20: 17
Total: 17
[ROLL] Carina rolls 1d20: 10
Total: 10
Solphin is still on her rear end, kicking the hem of her skirt and cursing luck from the tone of her words. Then again who knows what she's saying. The sound of tearing fabric lances around the area as she turns what remains into a midlength piece of clothing to stop further slip ups. And around comes her skelly pal. One arm, torso, sans head and with it's buddy it crashed into, sans an arm. "Oh just /give up/" Lifting up a piece of chair and beating the thing for a while until it's no more. Too distracted with her task, as crockery, chairs, tables, whatnot to deal with the mass of projectiles that scream through the air, she comes face to face with a mostly in tact chair, laying her out flat.
Carina stands to take care of the rest of the skeleton with the tankard she gets one hit in before she is tossed to the ground again, and non too soon either as all the stuff comes flying at them all, rending the skeleton in half and gracing her with a rather large welt.
Martis sees what the Purist mage is doing a little too late to really do anything. His grip slips from the sword, which clatters to the floor atop the bones of the second skeleton that he and Phailin have felled together as both hands reach out to grab the Forester woman instead. He doesn't ask, he just overpowers her, pulling her against his chest and trying to wrap as much of himself around her to shield her from the shrapnel. When everything is all over, he's lost most of the back of his doublet and shirt, and a lot of the skin, too.
Lin doesn't react at first at all the things that are flying in her direction. Before she knows it she's down on the ground by the pull of Martis. The way she's cradled though in the aftermath there are marks on her arms because she was in a shortsleeved shirt. Her feet are also affected because being the Fielder that she is she's barefoot. Its going to be interesting walking anywhere after all of this.
[ROLL] Bailey rolls 1d20: 14
Total: 14
Addison turns and tries to protect herself from the flying shrapnel, a rather sharp piece catching her in the side and other pieces punch through her skirts, leaving behind ragged holes, though if any damage resulted from those, it's near impossible to see right off. Addison hisses in pain then, touching the wound at her side and pulling her hand away with fingers that are sticky with blood. She grits her teeth together and turns her gaze again to Maldis, focused on him hard as her lips start to move again in those soft, repetitive words. This time the spell seems to be working and shadows begin to wrap around Maldis' face, seeming to concentrate and go the darkest around his eyes.
All the stiff leather jacket in the world can't save Bailey from a table to the face. He staggers backwards, sent flying by the sheer velocity and size of the instrument of his doom. Just before Bailey hits the floor, his spell winks him up into the air. What should have been a hard landing is arrested when Bailey instead lands on his feet and tumbles backwards onto his bottom, sliding backwards into the very table that struck him. He groans, pained by the sudden toss and tumble, but instinctively raises his palm towards Maldis as if he's going to cast another spell. Whatever he was trying for, though, it doesn't come, as Bailey stares awestruck at the shadows. Oooo, pretty.
Whatever other danger is still in the room, Martis can't think about it. Mostly, he's thinking about how his back is on fire. Lin will be able to see better than anyone the way his teeth are clenched into a grimace, the way there's already tears that have sprung up around the edges of his amber eyes. He closes them, briefly, panting, and Martis' face lifts to look around the room. He shifts to the side, to free Phailin, and instead presses his face to his forearms, and his forearms to the floor. He's going to need a minute.
Lin's sore. Rips are found thru her shirt and skirt. There's more than likely marks on her legs to but those are shallow or she just hasn't noticed them yet. She's concerned for her friend though. That cloth around her waist that she was using as a belt? Yeah she starts ripping it. Attempting to bandage up Martis. No time to look for water. She's just trying to stop the bleeding. She's got field healer experience. A good thing, aye?
Carina rolls up onto her hands and knees, looking around and taking stock of the destruction. She winces and closes her eyes at it all and then looks back to Maldis, and glares at him even with the shadows over his eyes.
Initially Maldis appeared to sense victory and was stepping forward to finish the job on perhaps the entire room. However that changes quickly as his vision is obscured and he goes from holding all the cards to being a sitting duck. He snarls at you, spit spraying from between his teeth. "YOu filthy....I'll kill you all.." He stops talking because lets face it, monologueing is the best way to get your ass kicked. Instead he moves both hands in a circular gesture and vanishes from sight.
Solphin isn't going anywhere too fast here, folks. Face-chair. Other than a possibly broken nose that's oozing blood as she blinks aimlessly around the area. "A cat...with the...because I said the...You ate the last pickle!" dazed? Possibly. She rolls to her forearms and side, looking owlishly around at the others. She stares at Maldis. "You have my ball!" again with the ball? She doesn't do much, the skeleton that was coming to her had encountered some trouble with shrapnel as well, finding it down a leg, but able enough to grab the woman around the neck with it's working hand. "Wha...! " sure, Sol, just flail your fists into it's skull, that'll help.
The noise that Martis makes when the cloth touches his back is not very manly. It's high pitched and waivering in his throat, obviously a noise of pain. Lord Stone's Throw isn't looking very noble right now, what with the whimpering on the floor. Eventually he pries his face from his arms, as flushed and red with pain as it is, and he gives Lin a slow look-over. The question he asks is asked with a strained, tight voice, "Are you okay.. gonna be okay to walk home?"
"Fuck." Lin tries to figure out what to do next. Especially when she hears Martis like that. Looking over at a table that did not get overturned she grabs the left over ale found there and tells Martis, "Here you need a drink." Yes that seems to be the Fielder creed. "You need a real healer Martis. I can help with trying to stop the bleeding but your going to need something more." When he asks about her she scoffs, "Don't worry about me." Looking around she takes notice that Solphin is down to. Trying to figure out what she has on her to help.
Curses in another foreign language joined the ones in whatever Solphin was speaking as well as the rest, the Paisen words elegant even in their vulgarity. She had found a safe place behind the bar, or so she thought. Some piece of skeleton had joined her; it looked like most of a torso, with some arms and neck. Gabrielle lept to her feet, glad she'd decided to wear the heels that made her feet ache. The woman stood over the skeleton, lifting up her skirts, before she slammed her foot into its sternum, the heel piercing flesh, and she brought it out again, aiming for the heart, but only able to scratch up the skin. She managed to score a few more hits in the arms, and though they were mostly superficial, they bled enough to satisfy her. "Take THAT and that and THAT you disgusting piece of gore!" And amazingly, there was no blood on her gown. Those heels were a goner, though. Finally, she picked up her fan from the bartop, and used the almost paper-thin blade contained within the fan to produce several bloody slices on the chest. Panting, she stepped away, pushing her curls out of her face.
With his target gone, Bailey grunts, then rolls over onto his hands and knees. He hisses and pulls the arm he was stabbed in up off the ground, then rises up to the full height he can get from his knees. With his own blood, he draws a sigil on the table before him, then calls out loudly, "Achardalan dambien fielos!" Those same words again, but this time with the confidence needed to finish the action. Blue mists streak from him to each of the remaining skeletons, engulfing them in cold fire. The skeletons crumble, and Bailey does too, falling spent to the ground.
[ROLL] Solphin rolls 1d20: 11
Total: 11
"I'm fine." Martis pants, as if someone in a condition like he's in can be 'fine'. As if to show just how 'fine' he is, he starts to brace his arms against the floor, and then his hands, trying to push up onto his knees. It makes fresh blood ooze from the wounds on his back, but he's a Fielder! Stubborn is in his blood. "My doublet...might be shot...though." One hand reaches up to the left side of that doublet, searching for something. "I'm contractually ...obligated to worry about you." He looks to Lin now, and almost fakes a smile. "You're okay?"
Addison clutches at the side that seems to be bleeding copiously and stumbles her way around the bar, the smear of blood on the floor left behind her is a good indication that there are further injuries unseen under her skirt. She stumbles towards the fallen Bailey, kneeling on the ground beside him to check for injuries.
Solphin is more than confused when the skeleton just...well, isn't. Some halucination that was! Solphin falls flat on her back and stares at the ceiling. "I still want my ball..." she mutters, making a face as copper drips into her mouth. Snorting and watching a bloody spray settle on her dress, she glances down. Torn skirt, lopped off as well, blood down the front, beads torn off, yeah this isn't salvagable. The Draughtian...just...bursts out laughing. Hysterical laughing and rings through the tavern, though has her groaning a little, choking some as she laughs. A moment later she's rolled onto her front and just keeps her head down, bleeding onto the floor, still laughing.
"Oh shut the fuck up Martis." Lin says in true Fielder style. "You are so not fine. Stop being a hero." Worry registers next when she sees what Martis is doing. "Your so going to hate yourself in the morning you know." Glancing at his back. Her cloth was red so the red of the cloth just deepens in the coloring. "yes, I would say you lost your doublet. Let me worry about you for a change, Okay?"
Bailey's not moving, but he is breathing. His shoulder wound is still bleeding, but it's a slow and sludgy sort of bleeding; it will heal soon enough. His face is a mess from the shrapnel, and the hand he punched the skeleton (and Maldis) with is purpling. Unconscious, the Folly mage lies face-first on the ground.
Martis' fingers find the brooch bearing the Greyhayme wolf on it with his fingertips, and he relaxes. Apparently he was only concerned that he'd lost it in the fight. He winces again as the cloth moves against his back a second time, and his eyes close while the tall man tries to gather his resolve to stand. "Yes," Martis agress, quietly, and his voice his grim. "But I'd hate myself *more* if it were you like this." Deep breaths, deep breaths, maybe soon he'll be able to ignore the pain.
Carina grunts a little and tries to turn Bailey over onto his back, "Oh shit shit shit. This is all my fault." Well yes honey, you did start it after all. Though next time she probably still isn't going to walk up to someone and say 'mind if I punch you?'
Gabrielle steps out from behind the bar in her bloody shoes; she would only cut up her feet if she went barefoot. She noticed that she was the least hurt, so she went into the kitchen and returned with an armful of towels, and began to tear them into strips. Gabrielle had been a lady in waiting at times, and had retained the basic healer training. Twilight eyes glanced around, trying to triage.
Racket? nothing too unusual, though when it goes on for way too long to be a typical brawl, then goes /silent/ (nearly), there's some comotion on the other side of the door. Commotion, meaning, two silver and navy guards and three city guards heaving shoulders into the door until they add the door itself to the pile of wreckage. Be free, birdies!
"Your an ass to." Lin mutters at the too tall lord. This must be a sign of affection or endearment or something with all the cussing she's been doing at him. She does look happy for him though when it is noticed that he still has that brooch. "You need a real healer Martis. You should go see the healer. Seriously. I can only do so much." She probably already said that. Lin's repeating herself. She's probably in shock herself.
Solphin is still laughing to herself, sputtering and sounding like she has a cold with the blood that drains out of her nose, she dips one fingertip into the blood and signs her name on the floor, laughing even harder. OHH! Door! Someone wanna get tha--never mind. The guards, after the initial 'wtf mate' Shock and Alarm, they begin to disperse through to the others while one runs back, likely to the infirmary or to get others. Of course, good old Zorn and Thorn come to Solphin. One actually sneering down to the woman while the other meerly tries to gather the scamp up. Laughing yet, she waves a lazy hand up to the sneering guard. "Zorn, you mithed a hell of a fight. I tink I bloke ma nose."
"Yeah, yeah, was born one. If I'm gonna get to a healer I gotta .... get on my feet, right?" Martis takes a long breath in, and then out, before he opens his eyes to look at Phailin. "Unless...you're going to carry me...to one?" There's nothing for him to reach out to brace himself against, but he soldiers on anyway, pushing himself upwards, struggling to his feet like a newborn colt. Knees and elbows everywhere.
Addison checks over the worst of the injuries on the Lord Shadrach's Folly, taking hold of a torn piece of her skirt and ripping it further until it's free, then taking it and pressing it to the oozing wound on his shoulder. She waves down one of the more familiar city guards to get his attention, "The Lord needs to be taken to the infirmary ... now, if you would." She seems to be ignoring her own wounds right now, more concerned for those who took more damage than she.
Gabrielle immediately walked to one of the city guards, speaking quickly and gesturing around at the room. The guard looked slightly dazed as he got instructed by the rather froofy looking Gabrielle, but finally he nodded and called to his fellows. "Oy! Go to the healerie and wake up some healers! These people are a mess."
Phailin attempts to help Martis. Her shoulder is not bleeding. She tries to act like a crutch for him. "Its going to be slow." Making no indication that her feet are bleeding. "But I will help. Oh and look there's a city guard. Just lets get your ass to the healer."
Maldis has left.
Carina stands up quickly and has to sit back down again, woozy. "Perhaps it would be smart if we all went to the healers?"
Martis tries not to lean too much on Lin, but he can't help it. His back is now starting to spasm, and slowly he's going to feel light-headed from the loss of blood. "I...yeah." Whatever other objections might have been in the man are apparently draining right out of the same wounds. "Healers. Good. Uhm. Can...can you at least tell me if there's...*any* skin left on .. my back?"
Carina winces as people start leaving, "I am sorry.. I am so so sorry."
Solphin lolls her head around, looking around at the others and the wreckage. "Wo-ow." Yes just a little goofy right now, that chair must've knocked something loose in her head, though this is nothing unusual when she's hurt, one guard gathering her up in his arms, not too mindful, but politely distant, as if carrying a bag of oats in his arms. "Zorn! Get off yer ash an' 'elp shomeone. Ma' shure dey're okay!" trying to talk, she blows litle blood bubbles out her nose, rubbing it across her arm, having forgotten that, oh yeah, it hurt, smearing blood over friction burn and cuts. yet begins to fallinto giggles, actual manic giggles as the guard begrudgenly looked around, joining the effort to get Martis off the floor.
Bailey moans as he's rolled over onto his back, but he doesn't look to be waking. He's damaged, broken, and most of all: he's tired.
Lin turns or attempts to so she can look at Martis back. She's honest. "Well you still have a back." She gives him that much. "But you look like you've been whipped and no I am not talking about bedroom games here. It looks like someone whipped you and they won. I think your going to be in pain for a bit. Your going to be laid up. Well in your case, face up."
Carina leans over and shakes Bailey, just a little, and not on the wounded shoulder either. "Lord Shadrach? We're taking you to the infirmary." She tries to get up again and succeeds and stands by to wait until some guards pick him up and start taking him to the infirmary. She follows, thinking that she may as well be close by for when they want to arrest her for starting the fight.
Addison doesn't seem to be too keen on that whole walking prospect either, staying seated on the floor beside Bailey as color slowly drains from her face and the red stain on the side of her dress grows. One hand presses to the wound at her side and the other rests on that bleeding shoulder of Bailey's, her hand slipping away as the lord is lifted to be taken to the infirmary.
"Those ...aren't fun bedroom games." Martis notes. There's a look of gratitude for Solphin's guard, and he helps even his reedy weight across the other man as much as Lin, as stalwart as she has been in trying to help him up. "Oh, well. I think...that's because...somebody pretty much whupped me...and won." Between the efforts of Zorn--or is it Thorn?--and Phailin, Lord Stone's Throw will be able to limp his way to the healer's, wincing every time his back is jolted.
Carina moves quietly towards Addison and wraps an arm about her, "You need to go there too."
Solphin kicks her legs a little, proving that they worked as she wormed in her guard's arms. "Put...for the love of the seas, put me down! My legs work fine I'm just..."another small bout of laughter. "Put me down. Gotta help some of those others...she still kicks and squirms as Thorn -- the not so fun one *wink* doesn't put her down, but carries straight on as his co-shadow in goody-goodiness helps with Martis, scowling at the back of Solphin's head all along, as if convinced this was all her fault.
As Bailey is lifted off to head towards the healers, he finally comes back to with a groan of pain and torment. "Gonn--kill ..." he mumbles out, then groans again. "Put me down," he murmurs out, tired and groggy. "I'm tired, not dead."
Gabrielle has left.
A hiss of pain follows the assistance up, though Addison does manage to rise with the help though seems extremely wobbly. "Thanks," Uttered through gritted teeth as she clutches to Carina's shoulder with one hand before she begins to shuffle forward slowly, skirt acting as a brush and spreading the crimson puddle across the wooden floor to leave behind a pretty, sanguine smear.
Carina frowns and looks down at the blood, she stops her advances, and lowers back down to the floor, with or without the girls help. "We need someone to carry her too... " Immediatly though she starts trying to find where all the blood is coming from.
Bailey rolls into a crouch out of the arms of those carrying him. He groans, then, and straightens. "Go help Miss Brandivere," he says, motioning towards her. "She's a Ward of the Empress; see to her immediately." With a wince, Bailey reaches up to touch the wound in his shoulder, then hisses. That ... will need stitching. Stubbornly, he limps his way across the room, pushing away those who would carry him off as he makes his way towards his sword. "Damn this place his dirty," he says as he pushes throught he shrapnel. Sword. Must have sword.
Carina reaches down and tears off bits of her skirt. She looks up into Addison's eyes "I am probably better for getting this close then the guards..." She she reaches up the other girls skirts to wrap the cloth very carefully around the wound, leaving the sharpnel in there, but taking great care not to imbed it further. Then she backs away and lets the guards take her.
Solphin is still kicking and slams her foot into the doorframe accidentally with what could be a startling /slam/ of sound to some. But in the end is sent, laughing and whatnot, now laughing and holding her foot, bending almost in half with odd flexibility as her guard struggles to carry her onward to the infirmary.
Phailin leaves the tavern.
Martis leaves the tavern.
Carina moves quietly towards Bailey then, now that she is moving farther distances it is easy to see she is limping, gashes and rips all over her dress.
Addison allows Carina to wrap her leg without protest. Much protest. She does hiss in pain, but the pain means she isn't dead yet and that's good. Right. Focus on the positive and not the throbbing pain. Yes. Once bandaged, one of the city guards sweeps her up and carries her to the door.
