RP channel logs: Katric, Noran

Note: Katric is narrating for Noran's father

[RP]: Noran emote wakes up in a tavern, not completely sure how he got there. He seems to remember something about purple... everywhere... But that was surely a dream. What a headache! And why did his side hurt?
[RP]: Noran stands up, groggy, and dons his dark teal robes, meandering down the steps and out into the bright Sendar sun - he winces at the sudden increase in brightness, but continues.
[RP]: (Katric): He stumbles down the street, a half-empty wine bottle in his hand. He bumps into someone, then swears loudly.
[RP]: Noran is rudely bumped into by a drunk... a familiar looking drunk. Familiar smelling, too. He says 'Hey you, watch where you're going!' and spins the man around to face him.
[RP]: (Katric): He snarls at the man. 'Yer gon' pay fer that' he slurs, raising a fist to smash the face of the offensive man.
[RP]: Noran winces, ducks to the side and finds himself looking up at someone who looks very similar to what he saw in the mirror this morning.
[RP]: (Katric): He looks startled as his fist smashes into the empty air above the man's head. He snarls again, then pauses, his drink-sodden mind trying to register the oddly familiar face he was
looking at.
[RP]: Noran waits until his aggressor is off balance from the punch, then rolls into his ankles, hard.
[RP]: (Katric): He grunts, flipping over the man and hitting the ground. The air whooshes out of his lungs, and he gasps for a moment, trying to recover.
[RP]: Noran glancing at the occasional passer-by, decides to avoid attention by dragging the man into the bar.
[RP]: (Katric): He yelps as he is dragged across the street and through the door into the bar. He reaches up and grabs the man's wrist, twisting, trying to get him to let go.
[RP]: Noran grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
[RP]: Noran backs up and kicks the man in the ribs, once.
[RP]: Noran says 'Stand up, drunk!'
[RP]: Noran says 'What's your name, drunk?'
[RP]: (Katric): He snarls again and scrambles to his feet. Glaring, he spits contemptuously.
[RP]: (Katric): 'Ransen, not that it's any o' yer bizness.'
[RP]: Noran stops, suddenly very calm-seeming. 'Of Camaar?'
[RP]: (Katric): He nods. 'Yeh, that'd be me. Who wants to know?'
[RP]: Noran says 'Your son. Bastard.'
[RP]: Noran says 'Your drunkenness killed my mother... after you left her. I have never forgiven you for that. I've been looking for you for 12 years, Ransen.'
[RP]: (Katric): He falters for a second. He looks closely at the man. His eyes widen as he realizes who he's looking at. 'You!'
[RP]: Noran nods.
[RP]: (Katric): He spits at the man's feet. 'You mangy son of a whore. I shoulda drowned you when you were born.'
[RP]: Noran kicks the man in the ribs again, gathering his Will.
[RP]: Noran says 'Yes, you probably should have, because then you wouldn't have had to deal with me.'
[RP]: Noran glares at the man. 'Cut!'
[RP]: (Katric): He growls and balls his fists as he .. stops. His eyes grow wide as a sharp pain begins about the middle of his tongue and works its way downwards. He spits as he tastes blood in his mouth.
[RP]: Noran says 'That's for calling my mother a whore.'
[RP]: Noran focuses his Will again, his mind concentrating.
[RP]: (Katric): 'Whut th' hell di' you do t'me?!' He balls his fist up again, spitting more blood, and charges, swinging his fist at his son's face.
[RP]: Noran says 'Beer! '
[RP]: (Noran): As Noran sidesteps the drunk man's punch, a tankard of leftover beer from the previous night floats over and pours itself down his father's throat.
[RP]: (Katric): He screams in sudden pain as the beer burns, running down the still bleeding cut in his throat. He gags, then coughs, falling to his knees. 'Sunuva bish!' He coughs again, trying to ease the burning in his throat.
[RP]: Noran says 'I dont think that wound will ever heal. Some wounds never do." and walks out. "Some wounds never do.'

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