Are those fighting words?

Emery Lee, Goliath Barbarian, Neutral Good, A Work In Progress (Romera RP Account)

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nagyndras‌:

Nathair let her name coat his tongue three times, each time more of a whisper than the last. He had an eye for faces and what they entailed. Every new face was an opportunity; it didn’t matter who they were. Recognizing his behavior may be misconstrued, he removed himself from his post to offer his hand. A warm smile crept upon his face, flashing his alter ego’s shiny white teeth. “No worries. Happens to everyone. Run into someone back there - something?“

“Probably? It’s a bit more of a common problem than I would like it to be to be honest, but I like to think that I am working on it.” Laughing lightly she takes his hand unsurely, smiling politely in his direction. “What brings you out here?” Tilting her head a bit at the other curiously. 

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efraincrayhorn‌:

“Yes, I completely understand,” he said, his voice free of judgement, though inside he wondered if she had been up to anything unsavory and if that had been the true reason she’d wandered away by herself. “Perhaps next time you could clear your head closer to camp. Not that you cannot take care of yourself, evidently, but to save you the trouble.” He offered her a soft smile as they walked before turning his attention forward once again. 

“Do you often lose time?” he asked suddenly. He’d heard of such a thing happening to the war-damaged, those who shook awake with night terrors and couldn’t look at a shadow without fear. “Perhaps you would benefit from a cleric for that as well.”

“I..hmm.” Putting thought to it for a moment, asking for help would be a smart idea. But something in her gut eased her away from the idea, furrowing her brows at the odd sensation she sighed, smiling politely. “It’s probably fine, I haven’t obtained serious injury due to it so I’m not too worried about it at the moment.” 

“I will try to stay closer to camp, though.” 

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champion-fighter‌:

Gil had finished all of his business that day and headed to one of the closer taverns for a drink. He wasn’t planning on a party today, simply because he had other duties in the morning. While he might not have inherited his parents’ workaholic nature, he did his duty to the best of his ability within work hours. On his way back from the bar, drink in hand, he found himself stopping by one of the booth, his attention drawn towards the woman sitting there.

She was incredibly tall, looking like somewhat of a goddess in human form – or goliath, in this case. Definitely both his type and way out of league. And that was just from a glance. He had an urge to get to know her better. Which approach to take…

He froze for a second when she looked up at him, a quizzical look on her face at him standing there without saying a word. Gil cleared his throat. “Sorry for the starin’, miss. Couldn’t help myself. You stood out to me – not in any bad way! You’re quite a strikin’ one. Like one of ‘em goddess statues in the temple district.”

Did she even like men? And why was he jumping there? He’d literally just met this one, didn’t know her name or anythin’!

“Sorry if that’s too forward, miss,” he added on in a hurry, taking to salvage what he could at a possible conversation.

“It’s fine, please sit down, I don’t bite.” Folding up the pamphlet and putting it away she looked at the smaller one of them with a raised brow. Her resting face looked a bit like she had just eaten a lemon for the first time. Though after a moment she relaxed and smiled a little. It was sort of endearing, and it was nice to have someone talk to her. 

“I can’t say anyone’s compared me to a pretty statue before, thanks.” Her voice sounding genuine as she finises the last of her drink. “What’s your name?” Tilting her head a bit as she looked at the guy

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Date: August 9th Time: Mid Afternoon Place: Tavern in Hagaehend Status: Open

Emery had noticed the uprising going on in the background, but hadn’t quite been involved up until she was given a pamphlet by one of the people who were passing them about. It seemed like something to think about, a call to action to finally fix the war that was tearing this whole world apart. Finally settling in after a long day she sat down after getting food and drink at a tavern, looking at the pamphlet that had been handed to her. Caught up in the reading she hadn’t noticed someone standing next to her until they made a noise. 

“Sorry, can I help you?”

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efraincrayhorn‌:

“Alright,” he said uncertainly as he began the trek back to base. As they descended into the forest a ways, their line of sight becoming blurred and interrupted by trees and foliage, he kept is head on a swivel to prevent any more attacks such as the one Emery had just encountered. “I would still get checked by the clerics. I’ve had injuries I thought to be superficial only to be proven wrong at the worst of times.”

Efrain’s gaze snapped back to Emery, but he found nothing more in her appearance. Bloodied, perhaps tired, but at least she had calmed some since he’d run into her. “What brought you so far from camp?” he asked, though he kept his tone merely curious and not accusatory. He knew some commanders and generals demanded near minute-to-minute accounts of their soldiers whereabouts, but he’d always deemed it unnecessary and overbearing. 

“I needed to clear my head and was about to head back when I was jumped by those men.” Looking around at the now serene woods, she sighed a bit, allowing whatever remaining tension to leave for at least a moment. “I was overwhelmed and had to take a break you know?” Laughing lightly she ran a hand through her hair and sighs. 

“I suppose I could have brought someone with me but it seems like I..had it? I don’t really recall what exactly happened but they were dead so...” She shrugged lightly, looking over at Efrain.

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nagyndras‌:

It was always like this. Each night, Nathair leaned outside a tavern, inn, or any back alley street, watching patrons spill their gold over drinks. The sound of the goliath’s footsteps was unmistakable, more-so stomps than anything else. 

“Ironic, isn’t it? You’d think you’d see more from your view.” Nathair stepped out of the shadows to hold out his hand, choosing his next words carefully. He wore the garments of an artificer, paired with frames he did not need and fiddled with a device he did not create. “Yataghan, and you are?”

It should be simpler to notice someone standing in the way, but when your drunk and spacing out it becomes harder to pay attention. Her footsteps were audible wherever she went, which didn’t do wonders for when she was trying to not be heard. Though the man in front of her took her by surprise a bit, stepping back a bit as to get a better look she apologized. “Ah- sorry. Sometimes I don’t pay attention, didn’t mean to run into you.” Keeping a neutral face she looked over the steam-punkish fellow in front of her and and took his hand. “Emery... but you can call me Em.” 

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pyrope-almandine‌:

“You’re certainly acting like one.” Pyrope snapped back, though she could admit that the height of this woman was threatening on its own. She could see the movement of muscles as her fists clenched, as she seemingly held everything back to avoid lashing out. And she wanted to exploit that. Draw it out. Find out what the stranger was even capable of, despite the danger. “Bitch?” That reared her anger into full gear. She had never tolerated that sort of talk. Oh, yes, she wanted so desperately to find herself in a fight with this being. “Don’t you walk away from me, kitten. We’re not done talking.” With one hand she reached for the girl’s arm, trying to grip and spin, hoping that she got a good enough grasp to do so. 

As the other grabbed her arm, Emery instinctively swiveled with her fist aimed for the smart talkers face. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She hissed, teeth bared as she looked at the shorter genasi. Not quite raging yet, there was a restrained fire in her eyes as she glared intensely. “I can do much more than that and I suggest  you leave me the fuck alone before you wind up eating dirt.” The Goliath was towering, and seemingly becoming more angry the longer she looked at this goading presence. 

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fists-of-flame‌:

Jax couldn’t even begin to try and count how many bars just like this one she had been in over the course of her life. Maybe too many, for some people. But when it came to the kind of work Jax had done her entire life, it was a common thing. But currently, she wasn’t there for work. Just for a drink or two, and maybe some excitement, whatever that may mean.

A tall goliath woman caught Jax’s eye. She didn’t know what it was about her. Maybe she was just bored. Eventually, of course, the goliath woman noticed someone looking. Maybe she really was bored, because instead of looking away, or trying to seem apologetic to avoid any sort of confrontation with this woman who, from the look of her, could most definitely handle herself, Jax just smirked and didn’t look away. At the other’s question, the smirk grew. “Not particularly. Why, are you looking for one?”

Words were attempted, a witty comeback was even considered but that all took a back seat to the already present rage that put itself first. The woman worked her way over, fists tight and eyes set on very obvious intentions. The Goliath woman had no form of subtlety, her punches were very obvious as she swung down at the smug looking woman. The attacks met their marks, probably inflicting a bit of pain as they hit. 

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pyrope-almandine‌:

“I don’t think you would know polite if it bit you on the ass.” Pyrope combated, arms crossing over her chest with an air of defiance. A familiar heat had filled her abdomen and her head was swimming with thoughts - not great ones, at that. This evening wouldn’t end well if she chose to continue harassing strangers on the street, yet she couldn’t help herself. There was something too delicious about anger. “I should be asking you what your damage is, kitten. You’re tense. What, are you afraid of me?”

“Afraid of you? What do I look like, a child?” Huffing, her body language wasn’t relaxing by any means. Fists clenching, her bodily reaction only feeding the growing Rage in her. Fighting seemed to be more and more likely as Emery tried to hold everything back. A deep sigh later, the woman speaks through clenched teeth. “My damage? Is none of your business, bitch. So I recommend you find someone else to bother with this before I knock your lights out.” Emery turned away, making an attempt to leave. 

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pyrope-almandine‌:

“You’re sorry?” Pyrope laughed, the sound cold and echoing in the night air. She hadn’t spent time in the nearby tavern, but she had been sipping from a flask since sundown. It made her head swim and her anger flare. “You never know what sort of person you’ll come across in the street, kitten. An apology might not be enough one of these days.”

“Well sorry for trying to be polite, what’s your damage?” Emery scowled, obviously this woman was itching for a round of fisticuffs. Rage agreed on the sentiment, making a side remark in its own space in her head “Darling, don’t waste words, there are more efficient ways for this to be solved.” For a moment Emery considered it, but shook her head and ignored it. 

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Efrain‌:

“Yeah, you look a bit bruised,” he said calmly and approached. His gaze flicked from fallen warrior to fallen warrior, though his expression revealed none of his anxiety or how impressed he was that a single fighter could have taken them all down. When his gaze snapped back to the young woman, his brow furrowed. Amnesia was concerning, but her head didn’t look gashed or hit. Likewise the way she stood could have been from shock, fear, or injury and he wasn’t well versed enough to tell. She’d have to be seen by the army clerics. “Let’s get back to base, alright? Come on, walk with me if you can.” Though not touching her, he jerked his chin back the way he’d come. “I’m Efrain. What’s your name, kid?” 

“They’ll heal fine, I think. I’ve had worse.” Emery lets out a light laugh, looking herself over before turning back to Efrain with a smile that didn’t quite reach. She’d been numbed to the black hole in her memory a bit after calming down, and being honest she wasn’t sure that she wanted to recall whatever it is that had occurred. A crooning voice would speak and assure her she did not need to think about it.

     “That sounds fine, I’ll follow. I’m Emery, you can call me Em if you like.” She shrugged lightly and began to move in the direction he pointed. Emery also put away her bloodied axe, noting to have it cleaned later. 

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Time:  August 1st, Afternoon Location: An empty field outside Hegaehend Status: @khataras

     Emery had decided to try and clear her mind, after speaking to a few monks they’d recommended meditation. Sounded easy enough for her to try, just sitting in an empty field and trying to clear her head. However, it was easier said than done as she found herself shifting, re-remembering things she didn’t want to, and just reflecting on how messed up all of this was. Rage’s quiet voice in the back of her mind spoke; “This is useless.. it’s clearly not working, dear. Hit a tree, let it out physically.” The voice was soothing, reasonable sounding, but Emery had been down this road before. 

     “You say that, but you never mean any of it and just use me. Go fuck off.” Running a hand through her hair she let out a groan, then got up and paced for a moment, angry steps flattening wild flowers and grass. 

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Efrain‌:

Efrain had been out scouting and watching for any attempt at enemy infiltration or ambush. While parts of Llyn were secured, the enemy still lurked amongst the trees and beyond the city lines. Evidently he hadn’t been observant enough as sounds of a nearby struggle danced towards him on the breeze. Rapier out, he rushed towards the scuffle only to find it swiftly over, a lone, bloody goliath left standing. 

As much as he wished to know each knight and soldier personally, there were always too many to count let alone meet. While she was familiar, and he knew she belonged to his ranks, he couldn’t recall her name nor her position. 

“Easy,” he said, keeping his voice calm and measured. He’d seen soldiers, especially young ones, lose themselves in battle and unable to come down from the adrenaline. Likewise he’d seen fear. In either situation, whichever this one may be, shouting was rarely the best option. “I’m not here to fight you, we’re on the same side, I promise. You may have seen me in camp. I’m Efrain.” He held his hands up, palms facing her, and rapier hanging loosely from his grasp. “Are you alright? Unhurt?”

Pausing, Emery looked at whoever had come out. Easing up just a little once she heard he was on her side, though still a bit wary. She lowered her blood-covered ax, running a hand through her hair. Her disposition relaxed after a moment, looking around before sighing and looking exhausted. 

“I...I might be hurt? I feel some parts hurting more than others but- I would have to look. I just... I can’t really remember what happened beyond someone popping up behind me.” She began speaking a bit faster, though her tone sounds cautious and uncertain.

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Time: July 28th, late afternoon

Location: An inn & tavern @ Eowesoa

Status: @fists-of-flame

Emery had just settled down after booking a room, now she just sought to get a drink and figure out where she was going to go from here. A few drinks, and some conversation with the bar keep the tall woman turned and noticed some strange eyes watching her. Looking back at the woman she squinted a bit, was she challenging her to a fight? After a few moments Emery piped up. 

“Do you have a problem?”