if you guys remember a while back i posted asking for someone to do a collab with me.
Kn1ghtofdarknes was willing and able. So we embarked on our little quest. We are doing a collab about our d&d (dungeons and dragons) characters. This is what we have so far (typed out) it's a little rough around the edges and we are working on editing it a little more but this is the basic storyline so far :)
A small halfling rogue is on a barstool by the front. She laughs and swirls her stool while talking to the gentleman next to her. Her words slur while the gentleman nods and smiles. The bartender told him to “play nice because she doesn’t always.”
A sly elf mingles throughout the bar, looking for a quick job. He passes the halfling smirking “just another drunk girl” he thinks to himself. Laughing and jesting with some people then moving on when they have no work for him. Suddenly he sees a motley crew walk in the bar. They stride towards the halfling. “I can not just let this pass. Besides, perhaps someone with work for a mercenary will see my skills and hire me” he thinks to himself.
The halfling doesn’t notice the company of people enter the bar. A male human strides in front with a female elf close by his side. A female half-elf and a male shifter walk close behind the two. The gentleman beside her was keeping her interest until she felt a tap on the shoulder. She spins her chair to face the person behind her. “Hello there.” She says a faint glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Lidia. Do you know anything about my girlfriend’s purse going missing? Seems it disappeared about the same time you left the group...” Lidia’s laugh was loud like the sound of bells. The human’s eyes became hard. “Seems filling because if I recall right I was never given my share.” Lidia smiled. The humans seems thrown off. Then all of a sudden his elf girlfriend pipes up: "She did. She just took mine." A knife is thrown at her, but she catches it. "That wasn't very nice now was it?" Her grin widening. "Sorry barkeep. Seems this crowd ain't the friendly type." The barkeeper laughs: "Never is with you Lidia."
The elf mercenary overhears the exchange and seeing the dagger knows a fight is about to break out. He knows that the elven bows would be useless in a bar, so he walks towards the human and taps him on the shoulder and says with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, but what kind of fight is it when four people gang up on one small halfling?" At that the man tries to draw his sword but the elf was faster by far and his two swords slashed across his abdomen. One cut started to burn as though acid was boiling away the skin and the man was rocked by a sudden bolt of electricity that sped through him. He fell to the floor. Shifting his momentum he kicked the elf in the chest which sent her flying into the table behind her where some of the men who grabbed her did some, unruly, things to her and had her pinned.
Lidia laughs at the human while sitting on the bar. Suddenly the half-elf comes running at her. She catches her dagger flying through the air and throw a silvered shuriken at the shifter (who is mildly annoyed by it. not killed. it's just werewolves who can be killed.) The half-elf starts screaming in elvish: "You've killed him. May the light take you." (Lidia can understand Common, Draconic, Deep speech, Abyssal, and Giant so she don't know what she is saying) She catches her and throws her on the bar. The halfling’s eyes catch hers and she whispers to her with teeth bared: "Run now. You've worked with me before. You know what I can do." She pulled herself off the bar and high tailed it out of there. She then runs to grab the female elf when the elf mercenary pulled her aside "Leave her. Besides what do you think you are doing? I had it." My grin widened and she laughed. "You think I'm drunk. Look mister. I might be drunk but I could still slit your neck blindfolded. But I also know it's not right to leave a woman to the mercy of a mercenary. Now get your hands of me and fight and just remember. I might be a "small halfling" but I've seen more death at my own hands then anyone else's." (During this the shifter picked the silver shuriken out of his shoulder. The feeling burning him he dropped it on the floor and ran out of the bar muttering to himself how he didn't need this.)
The elf laughs and concedes to help the halfling, suddenly very interested in her. As they walk over to the table where the elf is being accosted, the mercenaries back down and release her. The elf gathers her things and sees the human lying on the ground still smoking from the electricity that arced through his body and flies into a blind rage, throwing herself at the mercenary. He deftly catches her hand, brings it around to her back, releases the knife at her belt and slits her throat, killing her instantly. He then lies her down and says "Lilain, fuh ashai." Then he crosses her arms and tells the barkeep to bury the two together if he can.
Lidia is apologizing to the barkeeper. She gives him some money for the proper burial. She looks at the elf and tilts my head to the side: "What did you say to her? Just now."
"Once an elf's love is given, it can never be given again. It was a mercy for me to kill her, and I told her that she will be joining him soon to love each other for eternity. So what was that about being able to slit my throat blindfolded?" I finished with a smile.
"Thank you for explaining your culture to me. I'm always curious to learn. I never paid attention in class when it came to culture and I wish I had. It saddens me that you can only have one love ever. I wish I could be that trusting with one person." Her lips curling she turned to look at him with mischief in her eyes. "Yes sir I could. Death has followed me most of my life. So in turn I give death something to be appeased by. My life can not be shown in one small measure but my skills could." At the other end of the bar someone started to clap. As the man started to clap, Lidia turned to him with curiosity in her eyes. She turned to the mercenary beside her one eyebrow cocked with sarcasm as he began to speak.
"Bravo, what a spectacular show you two performed! Would you be interested in some work my friends?" The man said, a sinister smile crept onto his face. He wore common merchants clothing, with a gaudy display of earrings and jewelry. It's amazing that no one seemed to notice him. "You are a good judge of skill my lord. I Falian Blurstrike, formerly of the Blue Fang shall take you up on your offer." "Excellent, now what about you my dear? Care to make some money?"
Lidia turned and faced the mercenary beside her a smile in her eyes. "Blurstrike? A count to how fast you can move in combat yes? My curiosity must be showing when I ask you how is that you came by this name? I'm sure you were not always so quick. Also Blue Fang? I'm sure there is some intriguing history there." The merchant getting more and more impatient as Lidia talked her voice starting to irk him. Her eyes showed kindness but the blood on the armor she wore meant business. His temper rising as she pushed each and every one of his buttons. "I see your temper rising there. Tell me your name." The redness in his face showing and the clear loss of words his friend stood up beside him. Lidia looked at his friend and stopped him with a single stare. "You. You are the man who hired him yes? He clearly didn't fit in here so to distract from you. His voice is booming and loud as well as his shape." The man made a disgruntled sound at "shape".
"My name is Al'Shaw. I am the man you would be working for yes. I am surprised you noticed so much even though you were fighting." Lidia grinned. "I noticed while I was talking. I am a girl. I can multitask ... And as for the work you speak of. I prefer to know what I'm signing up for before I actual sign my name in blood. I've dealt with the devil before and I decided I like my soul."
