Leoric
01-22-14, 12:13 AM
Closed for Elizabeth
Leoric had spent his evening in a local tavern of some god forsaken, back water, town. He had been laughing and carrying on with the local folk. he had originally begun the night purchasing quite a large amount of food for himself to engorge himself upon.
“Ralph! What does a thirsty man have to do to get a few drinks around here?” He questioned as he heard a pair of rushing feet along the patio.
“Well, normally you loosen the keg with a few gold pieces and it flows your way” The barkeep snarked as he spat inside a stone mug and began to clean it. Leoric looked down at the mug he had just drank some water from and cringed.
“Ralph! Demon approaching the village, Auror's reporting it is a fire demon of unknown capabilities” The frantic footsteps stopped as the man cried out from the swinging doors.
“You! Leoric, you want some Ale? Go with all the men here and help secure the village! When you return you can drink as much as you want!” Every able bodied male in the Tavern immediately stood p and took off to their homes to grab their weapons of choice as Leoric walked up to the barkeep.
“Make sure you clean my mug with water, not spit. Or I will take care of you after this demon!” Leoric rested his hand on the sword that was lazily dangling from his hip as he walked out through the doors and sighed. He had never fought anything while completely sober, he was always drinking before his battles. They always made them more fun.
As the militia of men walked out towards the Demon. Leoric couldn't help but feel a cold chine slither up his spine, something wasn't right. The tree's seemed sickly, the men quicker to anger then Leoric had begged them to be. The stones his feet walked upon, felt as if they were hollow and about to break. All of his senses were telling him something was wrong. This was a new sensation for him, yet he would never admit to feeling slightly terrified about what was to come. His only reprieve was the thought of the all he could drink booze when he got back.
They stopped as a small humanoid shape came through a clearing in the forest.
“There's the Demon!” the man clad in full burgundy robes wielding a staff with some kind of stone hovering on top of it, bopping up and down. “Do not be fooled by her tricks! She is Demon right to the core! Kill her! Have no mercy” The Auror cried out.
The majority of the group rushed forward screaming at the top of their lungs, Leoric had no reason to believe that this being was anything but Human. He could not sense magic, or even tell if she was something in a disguise. However, he did know one thing. About fifteen odd men against one female would not be much of a fight. Leoric smirked as he coiled himself up and sprang forwards into a full sprint. He caught up to the person at the front who was brandishing a spear, about to thrust it at the woman. He deftly grabbed it and pulled back with his full strength, forcing the butt end of the pole-arm to hit the man in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sprawling to the ground.
“15 men versus one female, that doesn't seem like much fun” Leoric began as all the others behind him stopped in surprise. “However, 15 versus one me should pose enough for a warmup” Leoric winked at the female behind trying to assure her she was safe with him. The quite sober bar brawler slowly unsheathed his sword with his free hand as he turned around to face the militia. One hand holding the spear of the man he had just assaulted. The other brandishing his sword, the sword that had never left its hilt since he was given to him by his old master all those years ago.
Leoric had spent his evening in a local tavern of some god forsaken, back water, town. He had been laughing and carrying on with the local folk. he had originally begun the night purchasing quite a large amount of food for himself to engorge himself upon.
“Ralph! What does a thirsty man have to do to get a few drinks around here?” He questioned as he heard a pair of rushing feet along the patio.
“Well, normally you loosen the keg with a few gold pieces and it flows your way” The barkeep snarked as he spat inside a stone mug and began to clean it. Leoric looked down at the mug he had just drank some water from and cringed.
“Ralph! Demon approaching the village, Auror's reporting it is a fire demon of unknown capabilities” The frantic footsteps stopped as the man cried out from the swinging doors.
“You! Leoric, you want some Ale? Go with all the men here and help secure the village! When you return you can drink as much as you want!” Every able bodied male in the Tavern immediately stood p and took off to their homes to grab their weapons of choice as Leoric walked up to the barkeep.
“Make sure you clean my mug with water, not spit. Or I will take care of you after this demon!” Leoric rested his hand on the sword that was lazily dangling from his hip as he walked out through the doors and sighed. He had never fought anything while completely sober, he was always drinking before his battles. They always made them more fun.
As the militia of men walked out towards the Demon. Leoric couldn't help but feel a cold chine slither up his spine, something wasn't right. The tree's seemed sickly, the men quicker to anger then Leoric had begged them to be. The stones his feet walked upon, felt as if they were hollow and about to break. All of his senses were telling him something was wrong. This was a new sensation for him, yet he would never admit to feeling slightly terrified about what was to come. His only reprieve was the thought of the all he could drink booze when he got back.
They stopped as a small humanoid shape came through a clearing in the forest.
“There's the Demon!” the man clad in full burgundy robes wielding a staff with some kind of stone hovering on top of it, bopping up and down. “Do not be fooled by her tricks! She is Demon right to the core! Kill her! Have no mercy” The Auror cried out.
The majority of the group rushed forward screaming at the top of their lungs, Leoric had no reason to believe that this being was anything but Human. He could not sense magic, or even tell if she was something in a disguise. However, he did know one thing. About fifteen odd men against one female would not be much of a fight. Leoric smirked as he coiled himself up and sprang forwards into a full sprint. He caught up to the person at the front who was brandishing a spear, about to thrust it at the woman. He deftly grabbed it and pulled back with his full strength, forcing the butt end of the pole-arm to hit the man in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sprawling to the ground.
“15 men versus one female, that doesn't seem like much fun” Leoric began as all the others behind him stopped in surprise. “However, 15 versus one me should pose enough for a warmup” Leoric winked at the female behind trying to assure her she was safe with him. The quite sober bar brawler slowly unsheathed his sword with his free hand as he turned around to face the militia. One hand holding the spear of the man he had just assaulted. The other brandishing his sword, the sword that had never left its hilt since he was given to him by his old master all those years ago.