Tide of Shadows

[Charon]

Eight eyed the paladin as she walked in. Between her and the cleric, it looked like the city had gotten some local do-gooders to attempt to deal with Garxon. The deep rumble of rocks scraping echoed out of the construct as it shook its head. That was bound to only cause trouble.

[Academia Nut]

"Peace? Ha! Where's the fun in that? I can see by your alert expression you are not enthralled by my stunning good looks, which means that you'll be good conversation. And if I'm not talking, I'm partying, so I highly doubt you would get any peace this night. Besides, looking at you, I would bet that you worship Bahamut. Well I too worship a draconic deity, so we have soooo much to talk about. So if you can't have a peaceful evening, you might as well have a... ah... interesting one," Garxon said with a grin.

[Rogue 9]

'Damn it,' Bartel thought to himself, his mind racing. If Garxon was about to claim to worship Tiamat just to get her riled up, there would be a brawl in here before he could blink. Of course, if he stuck with Garyx it would be bad enough.

[rhoenix]

Ambling relaxedly down the stairs, Fehl re-familiarized himself with the chaos that was still brewing, raising an eyebrow at the scene, and shaking his head. Noting the cleric and the paladin now in what was left of the bar, Fehl guessed that Garxon had attracted more attention since last time.

"This should be amusing," he said, grabbing himself some beer, and flopping into a chair in the corner to watch the fun.

[LadyTevar]

"If it was The Chromatic, you'd not be partying, you'd be setting fire to the whole town," Ceridwen replied absently, heading for the bar, careful not to step on anyone passed out on the floor. "With the way my luck is going, you're yet another joke Hlar is playing on me," she added, referring to the dragonic trickster god.

[Academia Nut]

Sorting, Garxon said while following Ceridwen, "See? There's something we have in common. We both think Tiamat are her worshippers are a bunch of losers. I've lost count of the number of those idiots I've ripped apart. Or burned. And then there was that one blue wyrmling... wait... where was I? Oh yes. No, I run with the Cleanser of Worlds and his crew. Now there's a god who realizes you have to take a break in between rampages of annihilation... and that the whispering voices in your head can be quite useful. I'm actually named after ol' Garyx, which kind of makes sense considering that I've obviously got a spot of both the red dragons in me and something from one of the Lower Planes."

[LadyTevar]

"Ah... Him...." Ceridwen sighed, looking at him again. Hlar -was- laughing at her, giving her this madman who was trying to push all her buttons. If he had done this a month ago, it would have worked. However, in the last month, she'd learned patience the hard way dealing with Volemack.

Absently she wondered if treating this madman like a hatchling dragon would make him easier to bear. "And you are telling me this... why?" she asked in a tone suited to mothers and babysitters.

[Academia Nut]

"Because it tends to piss of paladins, who quite frankly annoy me. Do you have any idea how many times people have tried to smite me? Trust me, it gets real old real fast. So I figure, why not annoy the bastards and bitches into hitting me, just to see them lose that smug sort of calm they like to cultivate. I do that for all sorts of people, but by far ticking off paladins is my favourite activity. It proves that their concepts of justice and honour are just covers for the fact that might makes right and they have a beast within them too, lurking behind that superior attitude," Garxon explained with a grin before glancing at the shield on Ceridwen's back. "Incidentally, nice dragon scale shield. Who'd you kill to get it?"

[LadyTevar]

"It was a gift from my grandmother to her husband on their wedding night," Ceridwen replied, not saying how many 'greats' were in front of the title. After all, Grandmother was still alive and got annoyed hearing how many generations it had been, especially if someone forgot a 'great' or two. Still, it gave Ceridwen a reason to smirk in Garxon's face. "So I know what beast lies inside me, and I follow in my Grandmother's footsteps as best I can."

Silver hair. Blue eyes. Silver dragonskin shield. Garxon would have to be blind and dumb to miss what 'beast' Grandmother SilverStar had been. "But let us be polite... for that raises all intelligent, social beings above beasts. I am Ceridwen SilverStar," she continued, inclining her head in respect, one warrior to another. "Am I wrong to guess you are Garxon, the Half-Dragon Barbarian Madman?"

Keep it to words, try to play the game of politeness and wits. This was a battlefield as surely as if they'd drawn steel.

[Academia Nut]

Garxon leaned on the bar and considered for a moment, stroking his chin lightly as he thought, before he shrugged and said, "Well, the good news is that I have not, in fact, killed any of your family members, as I can't really say that we get many metallics out where I live. Oh, occasionally one shows up, does some damage, and then leaves or gets brought down by the locals, rather much like I expect how you see some of my buds, but we just don't see many cowardly silvers out there. I mean, I get why the reds like to hide in their lairs, they're just lazy bastards who enjoy counting their coins, but I don't get why so called 'champions of justice' have let the west be overrun with their archnemeses for so long. As one of their member, maybe you can explain to me this burning question."

[LadyTevar]

"oh gods help me...," Ceridwen moaned, throwing her eyes to heaven. "He's wanting to talk ~POLITICS~. Hlar, you -are- laughing at me today, aren't you... BARKEEP! Where is my ale?!"

[Academia Nut]

The barkeep tugged at his collar and said nervously, "We're... uh... out of ale right now. We're down to the watered, vinegary wine at the moment." He was definitely looking askance at Garxon on that one.

Garxon did a quick count on his fingers, mumbled at bit and then nodded, saying, "Yup, that sounds about right. We used up a lot of ale extinguishing the pig. Let's see, what else is there in here? Oooh! What's in that bottle?"

Garxon pointed to a dusty looking bottle sitting on the shelf, one of the mysterious liquors that was usually just for show. Shrugging, the barkeep took it down and looked at, before pouring out a smaller jigger and examining the contents.

"It is... it is green," the barkeep answered.

Taking the jigger, Garxon sniffed it carefully, only for the concoction to to spontaneously combust in proximity to his nostrils.

"Whoa! Strong stuff. You want some of this to make the conversation go easier?" Garxon asked Ceridwen.

[LadyTevar]

"If you think I am going to match you drink for drink, you've another thought coming," Ceridwen warned, taking the jigger out of his hand and sniffing the liquid herself.

[SirNitram]

The horse, Volemack had decided, was silly. It liked neither human or dragon food, which was clearly the best ever(Human food had to be! Auntie ate it.). Feeding it was simple but boring.

But they were on a mission! The nest would be so jealous. AND he was out in the world. So he worked hard to do things right.

After checking he had done everything right, he patted the silly horse. He looked at the place. Spanked Tiefling. Clearly, the founder had a misbehaving tiefling around when naming it. Still.

And in walked the squire. Who looked at everything with no judgement beyond WOW.

[Academia Nut]

Several events happened all at once. Ceridwen's squire walked into the tavern was one of them. Another was Garxon snatching up the bottle from the bartender and saying, "Who said anything about matching you drink for drink?" He then took a hit straight from the bottle.

There was a brief pause as a strange sort of look passed over Garxon's face before his eyes went wide and he threw the bottle furiously against the racks of similar such bottles on the wall behind the bar. Grabbing the barkeep by his shirt, he hoisted him up and screamed, "FRENZY WATER!"

[Rogue 9]

'Ohhhhhhh, shit,' Bartel thought as he shot to his feet.

[LadyTevar]

Ceridwen brought her arm up and overtop of Garxon's, intending to break the grasp he had on the barkeep.

((Grapple manuever? Anyway, my strength v/s his, I'm assuming.))

[Academia Nut]

Taking a hand off the bartender, Garxon attempted to shove Ceridwen away while he roared, "I'm talking with him right now! He gave me frenzy water!"

[rhoenix]

Grabbing the maddened Garxon and physically pulling him back from the bar, Fehl spoke up. "Oh calm down, he didn't know what it was either. Thanks for finding out though, now he can label it."

[Charon]

Eight had no interest in the attempt to restrain the barbarian, that was a lot of trouble and he wasn't getting paid for it. What was happening outside however, interested the construct greatly.

The behemoth stepped through the drunken and cheering barbarians and almost on top of the squire as he came in, the construct paid the small boy no heed. When he got to the door, the construct paused for a moment before he stuck his head outside, getting a feel for how many troops were surrounding the place and where they were positioned.

[Academia Nut]

Roaring with fury and frustration, Garxon throws Fehl off of him and screams out, "Get off of me you whoreson!"

Glancing around, he roars, "Anyone else want to try something?" while baring his fangs and claws in a feral manner.

[rhoenix]

Landing on the wreckage of some chairs, Fehl's eyes narrowed as he began to subtly channel magical energy, his right arm almost glowing as it swung in a hard punch to Garxon's ribs.

[Academia Nut]

Fehl's fist connect hard at a join in the seam of Garxon's armour, but when the spell discharged there was also a flickering wave of light across the impact point, dulling the blow to nothing. Glaring down at Fehl, Garxon slammed his head into Fehl's, knocking him back before following up with a quick one-two combination from his balled fists, splattering Fehl's nose all over his face.

[rhoenix]

Fehl stumbled backward, momentarily dazed - but still quite sure he could win, despite seeing double of certain small things, like everything in the room.

Beginning with throwing a hard left punch at Garxon's face, he went wide, throwing him a bit off-balance. Just as his second punch was being thrown, Fehl was struck by Garxon's headbutt right between the eyes, just as Fehl's second punch landed harmlessly against Garxon's chest armor - which was the last coherent thought Fehl had before going unconscious.

It was only too bad there are no slings for one's ego, as Fehl's would be smarting in the morning.

(EDIT: Edited scene with AC's permission and assistance)

[Academia Nut]

Glancing about the tavern as Fehl hit the ground, Garxon roared, "Anyone else want to have a go? Huh? Cause I'm right pissed right now."