Chapter 1: No good deed goes unpunished Dec 3, 2009 2:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Game Master on Dec 3, 2009 2:34:50 GMT -5
Sir Joseph gripped the hilt of his sword menacingly. How did he always get into such messes? He had come to the gold rush town of Garrotten in look for work. They had a very nice hiring hall for sell swords. He had been here a week and had even befriended a Gladiator named Tiberius who was also looking to make a living by questing. 'Ti' was in the offices right now talking to a potential client. That had left Joseph alone to wander the lounge. It was spacious and furnished with comfortable seats and well made tables. Drink choices consisted of a keg of cheap beer or a cask of 'fresh' wine. both were served by wooden cup for 2 gold a draft. It was early evening and the potential for jobs was winding down. Many of the would be warriors, wizards, warlocks and other adventurous types had already been drinking for hours giving up on the day. Joseph had seen a lady in need. She was a strawberry blond human, dressed in green and brown garb suited for wilderness travel. She had a well made long bow on her back and a long knife on her thigh. Joseph only looked her way because he admired the bow. Unfortunately that was when the three ruffians who had had a little to much drink had began making unwanted advances on the lady ranger. While running to peoples rescue wasn't always in Joseph's character this particular incident struck a nerve. Without thought and it must be stated here that Joseph may have had a few drinks as well he leaped from his comfortably cushioned chair and made his way between the lady and her aggressors. Harsh words were said, but it wasn't until one of the onlookers (there were a couple dozen by this time) barked out the words half breed that the trouble really started. No longer was the confrontation about the lady whom was now nowhere to be seen, but it had turned into a half-elf persecution. Lovely insults such as half breed, bastard, abomination, demon spawn and such were being slung at the squire as relentlessly as a Trebuchet slings stones during a siege. The three ruffians were emboldened by the audiance and it seemed only a matter of time before someone took a swing.