The Ties That Bind (Open)

[Jerrick]

The dark streets of Lithgow were a lot more active than usual. Apparently, it was some powerful, local politician's birthday, and the town was throwing him a party. The raucas townspeople were having a good time, playing music and games all throughout the town. Many of the children ran around unattended, and their parents slowly drank themselves into a stupor.

Jerrick found himself quite overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the city-wide party. With the packed crowds, he found it difficult to ride his horse though the crowded streets. So, he'd dismounted and began leading the gray animal by his bridle.

After a long while of walking, he found an inn with a stable attached. Jerrick tied the horse to a post outside and went in to rent out a room and stable stall for the night. As he was giving the old man behind the counter his money, he heard an ear-splitting noise from outside. It was unmistakeably his horse.

Moving quickly, Jerrick bounded out the front door to see what was the matter. A large group of men, obviously drunk, were attempting to untie the horse from its post and make off with it.

"Hey! Let him go!"

The men turned to see Jerrick, his sword still in his sheath, standing at the entrance to the inn. The biggest one of the group laughed and took a step forward.

"Lookie here, fella's! The little pup doesn't want us touching his horsie!"

Jerrick took a step forward and put his right hand on the hilt of his sheathed blade. A few of the men began stepping menacingly towards him.

"Let the horse go."

They all laughed even harder and began coming towards him at a quicker pace. A few of the men in front produced knives from their belt-loops.

"Your mistake...Gath!"

With the small spell, directed at the leader's legs, his apendages snapped together, causing him to tumble to the ground. When he stood up, dusting the dirt from his clothes and some blood from his lip, he was even more livid than before. The humor was gone from his face.

"Ok, boys. Kill the little bastard."

Jerrick retreated a few steps into the doorway of the inn. That way, if they all came at him, it would have to be one at a time. He motioned with his head for the old man at the counter to get upstairs, and watched as he hobbled away.

He was tired from the slight use of magic, and wasn't sure if he would make it too far into a fight. This was going to get ugly, and there was nothing he could do about it.

[shadow]

Khallis loved these celebrations. It was time where he could actually have fun, talk to others, and not have to worry. He didn't even really care what they were about either. He was laughing and talking and having a good time when he saw something that brought his fun to a halt. He looked and saw a couple of men trying to mess with some guy's horse. He saw there argument and some kind of energy shoot out from his hand. "What in Alagaesia did he just do?!" Khallis asked himself. He wasn't very use to magic. He then saw the boy back into the inn. The men followed.

"Arrgh. I can't have any fun!" Khallis said grabbing for his bow and two arrows. He closed his right eye with two arrows in his bow. He made sure if he decided to shoot them there was no chance of them missing. "Ok guys why don't we just quit while we have a chance? This is supposed to be fun." He aimed carefully and decided to put another arrow in the bow. He wanted to give them a good warning. He waited to see what they would do whether they would stop or act like he had said nothing. He could tell they were drunk, so he wouldn't kill just hit em in the leg or something like that.

[axe]

Axe had been coming from a meeting between spellcasters trying to decide how to disperse them about the field to acheive maximum ground superiority. He had volunteered to be on the front lines, as usual, and of course he was accepted. The other elves there couldn't wait for another chance to see him fight, somehow he was an idol to them. He just shrugged and left after the meeting was ended and there was nothing else to do.

He had his hood over his head as he walked down the street, that wasn't uncommon, but his immense seven foot height brought attention to him anyways. His sword also brought attention to him because it is taller then most men. He just ignored the stares and continued down the street, thats when he heard argueing then the order to kill.

Axe snapped his head up and ran towards the sound, drawing Silver Fire as he spotted the group of men causing trouble. He saw that the men were standing down omeone that just retreated into an inn and he also spotted another man that had his bow drawn.

Axe slowly walked the remaining few yards until he was within striking distance. He looked down on the group of men that were obviously displeased, and drunk. Axe threw back his hood to reveal his elf apperance and held Agret Brisingir next to him.

'Brisingir,' Axe thought as his sword started to catch fire, silver fire. Axe could feel the fire thirst for blood but he retained himself until they attacked first so it would seem harmless.

[Jerrick]

Jerrick heard the shouts as he waited for the men to enter the inn through the front door. He became slightly confused as he noticed them looking away from him. Quickly taking a peek out the door, he saw why.

A man stood with three arrows nocked onto his bow at one time. It was rather intimidating, and they weren't even pointed in Jerrick's direction. The other person, standing with the sword encircled in silver flame was one whom Jerrick couldn't easily forget, even if he wanted to. His leg still ached when he thought of the night he had met the large Elf.

The men seemed to quaver, their common sense taking hold of their stubbornly drunken minds. After seemingly struggling with what to do in his own mind, the leader of the pack motioned to the others and they ran off into the darkness, back towards the party.

Jerrick walked out from his spot in the inn and went straight to his horse. He made sure that the steed was alright and tied it back where it had been before. He then turned and walked to the others that had gotten him out of his little predicament.

"Thanks for the help. I'm glad that this didn't have to get bloody."

He then turned and extended his hand to the man with the bow, ready to introduce himself.

"I'm Jerrick, nice to meet you."

[shadow]

Khallis was glad to see that the drunken men ran away when they saw him. He had noticed an elf with a sword covered with silver fire walk up, which probably helped scare the drunks away. He put his arrows back into the sack he had on his back, and put his bow away. He saw the guy who had been attacked by the drunks go over and check his horse. He then came over and extended his hand to Khallis. The guy seemed friendly, and glad that Khallis and the elf had came and helped him out.
"So your name's Jerrick, huh? Well, you can call me Khallis."

He looked over at the large elf. He had to admit that the guy was pretty intimidating, even to a warrior like Khallis. He had heard of the powers that elves had, but really didn't want to believe the legends, and dismissed them as mere myths, but he saw the elf with the silver fire on his blade, and the boy shoot something out of his hand. Could that have been magic? Khallis decided to stop thinking about it, and shook the man's extended hand.