RP channel logs: Solo: Ssolvarain

[RP]: Ssolvarain lies unmoving on the ground, covered in a little bit of blood.
[RP]: Ssolvarain slowly stirring, he opens his eyes. And immediately regrets it. Feeling his face, one of his eyes are swollen and he's got a mean headache.
[RP]: Ssolvarain moans 'Ssomeone tell the drunken Thullss making love in my head to get ouuuut....'
[RP]: Ssolvarain slowly climbs to his feel with many groans, whining and grumbling the whole time.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Slowly looking around himself, he finds he's in a fairly disgusting alley full of garbage and overgrown plants. Judging from the light, he guessed it was nearly time for the sun to set.
[RP]: Ssolvarain mutters for a moment, trying to think what left him like this through the headache.
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'Thiss... iss mosst annoying...'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): After a brief search through his pouches, he finds a small clumped powder and stares closely at it.
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'Yess... thiss... should be what I'm looking for....'
[RP]: Ssolvarain plops down on the ground for a second, uncorks the vial of powder and taps a clump of powder on to a small slip of paper he also retrieved from his pouch.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Folding the slip in half so the powder forms in the bottom of the slip, he tips back his head and lets the poweder slide into his mouth.
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'OH GODSSSS that sstuff iss horrible... I think I'd almosst rather have the headache. I need an ale...'
[RP]: Ssolvarain mumbles 'Why couldn't Issssa make this sstuff tasste better..'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Climbing to his feet again, and hoping ferverantly that the drug kicked in soon, he stumbled out of the alley to find where he was, and most importantly, where the nearest tap house was.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Finding he was in a fairly nasty part of town, Ssolvarain grumbled fairly audibly. The tough lounging at the alley's entrance looked at him strangely.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "Got a problem bub?" the tough asked in a gruff voice.
[RP]: Ssolvarain replies 'Not esspecially. Just waking up in a sstrange place. You know... nothing new...'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "Yeah, well, if I were you, I'd make myself scarce. Seems a few people aren't exactly happy, with the way they dragged you back there. Not that it's my business, but from the sound of it, they beat you like you stole their new leather boots.
[RP]: Ssolvarain grumbles 'Gee thankss for the comparisson.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "Heh, Anytime. Name's Threlk by the way."
[RP]: Ssolvarain nods to the man. "Erm... nice to meet you. I think. Anywayss... can you uhh...show me where the nearest tap house is?"
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "Sure... why not. Standing around looking tough all day does get slightly boring..." says Threlk.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The two made their way around the city, with more than a few grumbles from Ssolvarain, til they came to a small set of steps set into a building.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Heading inside, they saw several amusing intoxicated people lounging in chairs, if staring blankly, laughing uncontrollably, and talking uncontrollably could be called lounging.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Peering about, Ssolvarain had a slight grin on his face.
[RP]: Ssolvarain exclaims 'Now THESSE are my kinda people!'
[RP]: Ssolvarain and Threlk made their way to an empty table and sat down and ordered for 2 ales.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): They made meaningless conversation with Ssolvarain wishing for nothing mroe than ale to hurry up so he could wash the awful taste out his mouth.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Four men came out of a room to the back, Ssolvarain noted. One of them spoke quietly, and glanced at him. The other three also glanced at him for a moment, then all four came up to the table.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "We'd like you to come with us, if you don't mind Ssolvarain."
[RP]: Ssolvarain looked at the man a moment, and decided it was best not to argue.
[RP]: Ssolvarain sighs 'Can I get my ale first?'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "No. Now."
[RP]: Ssolvarain mutters 'Fine fine...'
[RP]: Ssolvarain followed, the lead man, surrounded by the others into the back room where a large, plump man waited in a chair behind a black wooden desk.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "I see you've managed to survive, and woken up. Ill have to make usre my men doa better job of killing you next time."
[RP]: Ssolvarain grins 'Yeah, well, I'm tend to be the hard to kill type eh?'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The fat man put on a grim smile. "I'll be fixing that mistake right now. Kill him." The man waved his hand
[RP]: Ssolvarain stammers 'Wh... whh... whaaaaaat?! You're kidding me fat man...'
[RP]: Ssolvarain screams like a little girl for a moment as the men draw daggers, and then screams "THRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK!"
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Pulling a pair of black daggers from his belt, he winces as the door bursts open and Threlk says "It's Threlk you bonehead!" before cracking a club over one of the men's head.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Jumping back to avoid the thrust from the men from his left and right and nearly bouncing into Threlk, he suddenly moves forward again slamming both daggers through the men's ribcages.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Leaving both daggers in the falling bodies, he drops to floor to avoid the man coming from in front of him. The thug's eyes open widely, as he realizes Threlk's club swinging overhead to smash into his skull.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Straightening, he meets eyes with the fat man. Never taking his eyes off, he crouches again, and removes his daggers from the bodies.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): "Uhh... uhhh... You know... I have a lot of powerful friends! You wont get away with this if you kill me..."
[RP]: Ssolvarain grins 'Yeah, I know. But they will never find me. Noone ever does...'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The fat man suddenly swings a small crossbow into view over the table. "They'll find you alright... cause you'll be dead!", and fires.
[RP]: Ssolvarain squeals like a little girl (he was getting tired of that always happening) and dropping to the floor, he hears a dull THUMP!. Looking behind him, he sees a bolt sticking from Threlk's chest.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Staring at the bold for a moment, he vaguely registers the fat man getting a dagger from the drawer. "You fat...dissgussting...sslimy...ssack of.."
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Turning quickly as the fat man was coming around the desk with the dagger, he hurls both his blades, and is satisfied when they slam into his chest and stomach.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Staring in horror at the two weapons lodges in his body, he drops the dagger. Faster than he could even respond if he wanted to, Ssolvarain leaped forward, with a punch to the throat, knocking him down and holding his throat.
[RP]: Ssolvarain releases a feral growl, before ripping both daggers from the man's body and repeatedly plunging them in until the man was quite dead.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Making his was out of the room after glancing at the dead body of Threlk, he grabs an ale from his empty table. Covered in blood, more than a little angry, and incredibly thirsty, he chugs it down and slowly makes his way out the door...but before he makes his way out the door...
[RP]: Ssolvarain mumbles 'I gotta stop smoking the chiba. This just gets worst every day...'

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