Role-Play- A Stay in St. Martin

[D00T]

Chaos spreads through the tavern, as the room is filled with rifle smoke and people are dying left and right

[Meliva]

Emily laughs like a maniac, as she takes her knife and slices herself several times. She utters a short voodoo chant, and her blood begins to spread and cover her in a thin veil. She then slowly walks forward, the bullets bouncing off her, and she begins slicing the mercs left and right, she shouts in a happy voice

Oh I just LOVE a good fight, come on you bloody mercs, show me what you got.

Ellen on the other hand , begins uttering a few quick prayers healing the wounds of herself and comrades. She shouts to her sister

Good job Emmie, keep them busy and block their fire.

[Sebena]

Morgan stands in the middle of tavern still sleepy with little slower reactions but he quickly recovers.

God damn it I came here to have a warm meal good drink and a shower.

Then turns around twoards armed man.

You guys chose wrong day to attack. Tavern lady save me your finest drink for little later while I deal with this mess.

Morgan pulls out his rapiér

Sulong it's time for us to take care of this.

Morgan starts running and jumping around the tavern stabbing and slashing armed men.

Those mens are surprised by Morgans speed. Morgan starts humming.

In two minutes most mens are dead others started to flee.

Morgan sheets his sword and turns to Georgia.

Tavern lady, I am sorry that we made mess in your tavern. All damage on tables will be paid.

[Meliva]

Georgia shakes her head.

No need, you didn't start the fight. Besides once I loot the corpses I should be able to pawn their stuff to repair everything.

Ellen quickly goes around patching everyone up. Emily's blood armor is removed. She walks back to a booth and sits down a bit tired. She orders a large plate of food and drink. Georgia and a few of her men begin looting the corpses, once stripped of any valuables, Georgia takes a sword and decapitates each body. She then has her men place them outside on pikes with a sign saying attacks will be met with death. She wipes some blood off and says cheerfully.

Hopefully that will make people think twice before storming here again.

[Sebena]

I appreciat tought but even if I didn't start the fight I was the one jumping from table to table.

Morgan pulls out pouch of gold and place it on the counter

Now do you have empty room, warm meal and good drink for a traveler?

[Meliva]

Georgia nods as she sets 3 bottles down, one being wine, another whiskey, and the third rum.

Pick your poison.

She has a young barmaid come out and deliver a plate of the day's special- Liver and Onions, a small steak and corn bread. She gets the same meal for the rest of the group too.

Enjoy your meal. And yes there are plenty of rooms available.

Georgia goes and starts fixing up the place.

[Sebena]

Morgan takes whiskey.

I appreciat it, count one room on me I'll be staying here for at least three days, also drinks and food for group there are on me aswell last ship I visited and looted gave me enough gold coins to act like those rich spoiled nobles.

If you need help with repaires I can help I am not real professional with nails and hammer but I can at least hammer nail straight.

Morgan turns to Emily.

Young lady I believe you promised me a drink and story about that fancy knife of yours.

[Grimrock Litless]

Using some spooky voodoo magic, I suddenly appear sitting beside Morgan.

Can I get something to drink too? Rat poison would be nice.

[Meliva]

Georgia just shrugs, grabs a mug of rum and fills it with rat poison. She hands it to the strange man.
Emily turns to Morgan smiling, though Ellen gets up and walks away looking upset. Emily says

Ellie doesn't like it when I tell the story of my knife-can't blame her really. This knife
Emily takes it out. Its a very strange looking knife, 8 inches long, slightly curved and serrated. It's completely black.

Was used by our sister Veera to kill a coven of nuns, then literally stab Ellie in the back. nearly killed her, and made Ellie have a deep intense hatred for traitors. Needlessly to say old veera did some dark stuff with this knife.

[Sebena]

Morgan glances twoards strange man and shrugs

Now that is fascinating story, that knife sounds like cursed blade and I don't blame noun, traitors are the worst lowlife that mother can born. small vein on Morgans face starts pulsating.

Morgans turns back to strange man.

What bothers you that you are drinking rat poison?