Mead and Swords!

[DeathRose52]

Somewhere inside of a tavern, a man sits with a mug in hand filled with honey mead that had the taste of the sweetest honey there was. His eye shifts slightly as he leans his head back, letting the last of the mead to glide down into his mouth before he would slam the mug on the table and let out a sigh of sorrow that the drink was already gone so quickly. Before long, a small group of men would enter the tavern and take up a spot at a table that was rather close toward the man. Their chatter was low, hard to hear to anyone that wasn't probly Elvin.

Time didn't pass much before the men stood up from their table with a nod to each other and walked up to the single man at the table who just got another mead from the barkeeper. They surrounded around the table rather then the man, the larger of the three hit his fist on the table as he leaned in rather close.
"We know whom ye be, we know the price set for ye head as well ye brothers! If ye be willing to come, neither of ye will be hurt." A fool of a smile he gave to the man, many of his teeth were missing already and the foul breath could made the hair's on a dwarf neck even stand. "So what it be, Lucas Harper?" All the while Lucas sat there taking small sips out the mug, mostly to keep the smell of the man's breath out of his nose.
"I think you are mistaken in whom you think i am. So be off ye three and find that which you seek." The sound in his voice bitter but mostly because of being interrupted in his drink as well his personal space. Though nothing sound more bitter then a bunch of swords being drawn at once, all pointed at Lucas with harmful intent. The barkeep shouting for there to be no fighting in the tavern but none would listen, luckily there was a lack of people in genrel around.

"Dead or alive, not matter to US!" The swords seem to move quickly all at the same time, but found nothing but table as it was flipped upward toward them. One of the swords finding it way keep into the table and finding that pressure from a boot at the side would kept it from moving. Lucas swung his arm then stopped short of the one on his left, the mead flying out quickly and splashing the man in the face to cause blindness for only the moment. The one on his right took another strike this time low at Lucas but found a mug in the way to block it, again he striked out this time higher yet it was blocked again with the mug. Before he could strike again, Lucas used the mug like anyone would with brass-knuckles straight into the mans face, sending him stumbling back and smashing into a empty table as well chairs. All the while the larger man was trying to pull his sword out of the table but was finding it almost impossible to do such, specially after their target took out the man to his left finally follow by putting all his weight on the table edge, making it flip toward the larger man and putting the sword on the opposite side of him.

A low blow was to follow, the man grabbing his good yet his hand wrapped around a mug between his legs as Lucas walked behind him and gave a hard kick to his back side, sending the man toward the sword but luck was in for him as he just barely missed going head first into it. Before he could get up the guards had gather in at the front of the tavern grabbing at the men, while Lucas made his way out a window, escaping from the law.

[DeathRose52]

Later into the week, Lucas was holding what looked like a book of enchantments in his left hand while his right rest upon the hilt of his rapier, though not to be threating but because it simply relax him to know it was close at hand. He wondered the alley ways of sundren citys, all seem to making the journey where he wish to go much longer in time though it had to be done in this manner. As he walked up to one the openings to the town square, a small man stepped into the finely dressed swashbuckler then started to walk away down the alleyway lucas had just come from. Now he stood there with the book missing for a moment before turning around to follow the man, before long they stood between a bunch of buildens with no one eyes peering at them.

"Ahh the shipment plans, finaly. Now i can figure a fine time to strike and earn abit from the looting." The short man turned a smile to lucas, who just held his hand waiting for something in return, a smile of reply came when a small bag was put in the palm of his hand.
"Been a pleasure... now i'll be off...." His voice trailed off as a man walked into the ally way, a crossbow aimmed rather Dangerestly toward lucas, the tip of the bolt dripped with what must been fresh poison. The man grinned while the smaller one moved away with the book in hand.
"I hope you dont mind but unless one follows my rules strictly, they find themselfs at the bottom of the sea. You... did not follow a rule. Which is simply not to look in the book."
Lucas stood there no amused, there was really no way to know what the book held without glacing inside of it. Sure he remember some of the times, was going to use them to make off with the loot in a way, but that wasnt the point in his mind. His hand relax more on the hilt upon the final moments before it gripped the handle and came up toward his chest level. He used the hilt to deflect the arrow before he sheeth the weapon then took off down the long alley way. Another arrow as he took a corner caught a small peice of his hair but did no true harm as Lucas ran more quickly and took another turn.
A chase was on but it would be short live as the two men came to a dead end, looking around to see there were no windows and doors that could been used to escape. The little one kicked a stone before they walked off, failing horrible to take notice that under a small crate was a sewer drain. Just wide enough for a slim human to slide into.

[Wedrewolf]

"Dammit Brother!!" as Kennison smashed his fist down onto the table.He seethed for a while and eventually spoke through gritted teeth "bring me with you when you do your deals and you wouldnt be dodging bolts!!" "If I catch that son of a whore I'll use his skull to piss in!". With that he got up from the bar stool walked over to another patron and took his pint of ale.When the man protested Kennison simply punched him in the face knocking him cold to the floor.As the man lay prone He gathered all the contents of his nasal cavity in one loud snort and let it onto the mans face. He lookd over at his brother and said " I'll be with the whores!!"

[DeathRose52]

Again lucas found himself sitting in a chair at a bar, though he seem to be waiting with the chair lend back and his feet up on the table. There was little to do at the moment with his brother off chasing the whores of sundren. How those's two were related sometime confused him though there wasnt a huge differnts beside how they act around people. Ken was more of a hands on person with anything while Lucas was given a gift to sooth others with his words or to trick them in some cases, much like he did with this meeting about to take place as a woman took a seat at the other end of the table.

"About time, the wait was starting to bother me, what did you learn?" He looked at her from under the brim hat while his arms were crossed over his chest, a not so normal thing unless he didnt feel threaten at all. The women worn a sailor like outfit, most likely a swashbuckler herself.
"Ye brother and ye as being seeked by the dragon coast law-force, for ye crimes of pilagen villages as well a death of a knight." She reached inside of one the many pouches on her, pulling out a worn out looking scrolll that she would open for Lucas to see. It was nothing more then a wanted poster for the Harper brother, a high bounty but mostly for the death of a Knight part. "Their starting to show up at differnt citys, their really looking for the both of ye. I dont blame em, ye killed one their higher ranked men"
"I didn't, my brother did. For good reason's mind you. I'll need your aid again in time, im sure of it. Till then i thank you for the infomation." The chair made a sound as it leg's hit the ground follow by the sounds of Lucas boots, he stood quickly and walked out of the bar but not before leaving a small token of thanks to the lady. As he came out the door he notice a poster on the door just freshly been put up.
Wanted, Harper brothers. For looting and killing of an offier. Reward, 15,000 stags.
A quick hand stroke ripped the poster off the door, though his eyes peered around the city, noticing others around.
"Oh... this could be problems...."

[Wedrewolf]

"Let em come but I swear by the sea bitch they'll regret it!" said Kennison as he slowly sharpened his greatsword on the whetstone.

[DeathRose52]

Late into the week, somewhere off into the city of Sundren, Lucas walked along with his hat pulled down very low to hide his face. The sun help abit as the shadows from the large hat seem to blurr the image of his face yet the outfit alone made him a target to anyone that really wanted the money in their pockets. Guards seem to pay little attention to him as they looked for the bigger stuff of crimes that happen. Though it was bound to happen as he pass a small lad, a begger of a child with little money that ran over toward one the guards and whisper something. As Lucas moved across the street, a guard rushed up to him followed by another with swords drawn and pointed his way.

"Hault!" The guards stopped five feet from him, Lucas hand resting ever so gentel on his sword as he turned up already knowing what was going happen. With a flash of his pearly white teeth, the sword appear in hand and batted both of the longswords away from him. The sounds of steel hitting made just about everyone stop to look, others taking cover or locking themselfs in buildens. A parry to the left, a Parry to the right, the sword of Lucas moved swiftly with power behind it as he tryed to find openings in their fighting. Only a few became open, taking the chances to strike at one mans leg while another seem to catch a shoulder. Wounded the guards back off but keep the space rather close so he couldnt escape, eyes shifted for a way out as he peered over head at others to see more guards were coming.

"Damn they answer calls quickly." A way out became clear as the swashbuckler ran toward one guard and slid right between his leg, a sword held up high to block a swing as well to hold in place. He spinned onto his feet as he batted another sword shot away before making a run. To his surprise the way out was a set of stairs leading down but an old man with a cart was in the way, without much thought he jumped up to clear over the cart but found it quite hard to do so as he landed inside of it. With all the weight shift it rolled backward out of the old man's grip, Lucas eyes widen as it bounced down the stairs rather quickly, making people jump out of the way of the run away cart. A single guard found himself unluck as he turned the corner to walk up the stairs, getting mowed down by the large wooden thing. Even after running over the man it didnt stop as it rolled toward a wall. He lowered himself as he came ever close to the wall and timed it, jumping at the last secount that sent him right over the wall, enough height that he was able to push off the edge of it and landed ontop of a builden. Luck was with him as he climbed to the very top and greeted all the guards that gathered at the bottom.

"This will be the day you remember as almost capturing... Lucas...." The sound of something snapping made him look down at the roof, the wood under his feet not ment to be stand on as it finaly gives away to his weight, sending him flying into the builden.
"Harrrppppeeeerrrrr!!!"