Ogre Hunting

[Corothius Encinosa]

Syados Edge: ‡It was across the bay from the Port of Kiel, perched upon the
coast like a sister city, adorned with a few docks, taverns and the usual
places to gather at and trade the goods that the common townsfolk had to sell
and trade. It wasn;'t an overly large city like Kiel, but it had potential.
It was also the largest city nearest to the Badlands itself. Hafenstatdt thus
had it's means to send out word to nearby ports that they were seeking
mercenaries and solo sellswords alike who wanted to make a name for themself,
or merely wanted to earn their gold to last them and their crew for the
month. You see there was this rising dilemna of ogres who were growing bolder
and bolder beyond the valley that led to the good city. Beyond the valley was
where the ogres had most recently begun a series of attacks upon merchants
and travellers alike who came from outlying towns and villages to usurp their
goods to the port. These merchants, or those who were still alive at least, had
begun to make request to summon help to deal with the situation a good two
weeks ago, and now the help had arrived. The city was not crowded with
sellswords and warriors from across the lands for such a task. For ogres were rather
large, brutish beings, and smelled quite nasty. Yet a few had arrived, enough
perhaps to work into a few teams to be divided up towards different areas to
hunt them down, and see who would obtain the bountys reward, as well as loot
whatever the ogres had taken from their own pillagings. A sizeable enough
award for any true warrior to test himself for. Corothius and his own crew,
or moreso a half dozen of them were judged to be needed for this venture. He
disliked taking more men with him than he could reach in a few breaths after
that last encounter in the graveyards further down the coast. A lesson
learned and in neighboring lands, perhasps he was showing caution and concern
to losing another one of his men. They though, were leaving the southern
gates of the city where it was said that one of the townsmen would tend to
the duty of being a guide to the group, and whoever else was joining the hunt that
day.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - As if he was a loner of the group the man would follow
the group close behind. It was hard to tell if he was just passing through as
well or actually apart of Corothius group. The man was clad only in an old
dull colored blackish brown yukata with a long bladed katana sheathed at his
side with a funny looking hat which concealed his face except for his lips.
If any saw his face they might have thought he was an empty shell with no
soul. piercing black eyes.empty as if no emotion existed. Nothing but emptiness
like an undead or zombie the only difference this man ... no this monster was
a living and breathing what do I mean by monster well... he was discovered
after the brutal slaugther of a traveling refugee and pilgrim from a
conquered village who was praying to an old shrine for death and ended up
getting his wish in a not so very pleasent way. It was no saint answering his
prayer and after it was done no remourse or any emotion was displayed. This man was a
killing machine if not a maniac... no feeling... to him nothing existed
except his blade which never remained clean from blood for long. Few might
of thought he was spacing out since he remained gapped off from the group following
behind like an assassin ready to slaughter them all. it was an odd sight but
as mentioned before he was the loner of the others appearence , and
personallity... what one that could be seen...>D<

Dance of the Rot: ::They would get their first taste of what they were after
sooner than they may have expected, far sooner. Behind the gathering of men
the sound of hooves upon the dirt road that lead through the valley and
towards Halternburg sounded out. They where not heavy or fast, but simple and
steady. Looking to the sound, their was a small gathering of horse drawn
carts, three in total with about eight men in each, save the last one. Only
two men sat in it, and of them, one was of such gross girth that he took up the
entire back end of the cart with the other driving. They sat upon crates of
cargo with who knows what inside of them, clearly following the same path
they did. The men ranged in age, look and dress, many coming from around the
world and a few from here in the Konigreich. What they did have in common,
was they all had a band of red about their arm with a odd looking symble
stitched in with black thread. They chatted amongst themselves in a myriad of
different languages, seemingly obliviouse to the other group on the road.::

Syados Edge: ‡Corothius and his men knew not what was going on. As the few
wagons arrived loaded with men and possibly supplies he was silently asking
any who looked his way who they were and what was going on. He had this
etheral charisma about him that seemed to gather nearly anyones attention and hold it
with ease. Whether it was his provocative demeanor or something in the air he
breathed it was both a charm as well as a nuisance at times getting attention
so easily. Now it was a matter of discerning what was going on whilst he
waited for it to be declared to him by he knew not who or when or if the
situation would even involve him and his men. A turn of his head was sent to
check on his other men with him for a moment, and took note of the oriental man
who was accompanying them. A moment taken to gain a perception of the man
whos face he only caught for a moment when the wagons pulled up perhaps when
that hat was not in the way of his view. nonetheless, Corothius would hunker down
patiently and wait for the guide to lead them onwards, or for the wagons to
enter the city and be out of their way.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - There was no change in his behavior or demeanor while
following the group he did seem to take notice of the approaching wagons
pulling up. What would happen next would be odd and possibly uncalled for.
He'd cease his following and stand like a statue waiting for the right moment. When the
first of the wagons got near it took just a few seconds for the men to
unsheath that katana and lower onto one knee driving the blade into the side
of the shoulder of the horse that drew it. He'd move swiftly out of the way once
he yanked the blade harsly for the poor animal's limb. The man would stand
there not once more like a statue as if waiting, in a sense knowing that if
the front wagon was stopped so would the rest of the carts * that followed
with it. With no explimation of reason The man would simply walk onward then
following behind Corothius group for a few more minutes before moving off
from them and down another area around them.-" Excuse me your in my way." - the only
words he would say to those in the cart whose horse he wounded as he
departed. This was a strange one. Any one who tried to approach or stop him
would have to do dhe the comming blade that was quickly unsheathed and
swung toward their way without having to turn around and look at them.->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::The horse was of course pained with the sinking of the
blade into it, and with the length of the blade it was more than enough to
kill it, eventually. Indeed their was no flesh wound here, for it sank deep
into the horses lung, causing it to falter and fall to the ground, causing quite
a din as it lay dying. The other horse spooked and tried to run, though with
the weight of the dead horse, it was going no where fast. It was going
places slow though, and the cart started to drag, the heavy wheel rolling over the
pained creature and dragging it across the ground while the driver shouted in
shock and panic, pulling hard upon the rains of the still able horse. The
men stopped and started shouting, standing in their seats and pulling
forth weapons, axes, sabres, daggers, koshes and other such weapons. Many
wore armor of boiled and padded leather, some bringing chain mail atop this.
It was not them that drew the most attention. The driver of the third cart,
whom was speaking to Corothius, had been explaining they were hired guards
leaving Hafenstadt, taking it towards Haltenburg. What the cargo was, he
would not say. This of course was interupted by the sudden bout of horse murder.
He may not see it, as attention was likely drawn upon the comotion, but he
certainly would hear it.:: "Oy!" ::The voice was as loud and deep as the
firing of a cannon, a voice that drowned out the sound of his motion as the man
who looked to be to fat to walk proved other wise. As he threw off his
blanket, it turned out it was not a man at all. The figure stood nearly
twelve foot solid, towering above man and beast alike. He was as wide around as a
ships helm and a half, his impressive gut clad in a painted metallic plate
held aloft by a great belt of boiled leathers and chains. Tucked within the
left side of this belt, overlapped with chains was a brace of three flint lock
pistol handles, though it was hard to see the rest of them for they where
hidden within rolls of hard leather. Below this, he wore a brown vest, gold
brocade all about it, though a frilled white cravat hung from about his neck. A
deep blue overcoat trimmed with red hung over this, hanging down to his
knees, clad in heavy leather breeches. About his chops was a long and heavy,
greasy black beard, folded into a colomn like braid, bound in gold wire, much
as was his hair, though it was kept back with a leather band. Over top this
was a tricorner hat, made to match the coat he wore. At his left side hung a
heavy scabbard of leather wrapped hood with a deep curve to it and a spiked
knuckle guard. It was here his right hand came to rest, clad in a glove of
leather while the other gripped the scabbard proper. High booted feet
marched through the mud, brushing between the two men who had been talking and
towards the horse slayer.:: "What in tha bloody 'ell you think 'yer doin' to
my horse, ya gob nutse!

Syados Edge: ‡It was incredulous that someone would just slice open another
mans property like that. Even moreso when there were a good 20 men , armed,
who would seek vengeance for the act. As it was, Corothius was in the moment
of coherently gathering information that was not wholly obtained when it
occured. At that point, the spaniard male merely allowed the high rise of his
dark thick brow to watch the skewering of horsemeat and spray of blood as it
began to pour in torrents onto the dried earthen ground below. The act of coruse
caused quite the scene outside of the gates of the city where even posted
guards had to nudge each other and talk amongst themselves about the matter,
and whether it would be necessary to join in for means of justice or not. At
the time, they kept to their posts. Especially when that 12 foot man came up
to bear his own weight and declared himself he whom would be spoken to, or
else. Corothius himself was relieved that the oriental man kept walking, and
didn't keep company with he and his own for obvious reasons. The smaller
man, perhaps a farmer who had not been able to plant his seeds this season
due to the corruption of ogres in the not too distant lands was standing by as well,
gasping and gaping in pure amazement and fear as to what would come further
to torment these lands he managed to whisper to himself, or the lsitening
gods perhaps. ‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - He continued walking even as the large giant of a man
started to pursue him as if he didn't hear him he continued walking in
silence walking right past Corothius. One this close could see through the
straneg aht he wore it was actually thin in the front making it easy to see out and
he could vissible see the emptiness and blank expression of the man's face as
if eh ddint even know what he had done or even cared.-" Anywho get in my way
or call me their enemy shall become unluckier as several incoherent orge
who didn't heed the same warning." - He finally gave an answer and continued
on his way swinging his blade lightly to get the blood off it which caused
several local wenches standing in shick tos cream as it splatered all over their
faces and clothing as well as any on lookers near them when he tried cleaning
most of the blood away before sheathing. Making his way toward the local
tavern in the town . He was in search for a drink before allowing himself to
consider a new position to get by.->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::He didn't bother to let the man get off the hook so
easily. With the insult to his kind, he scowled deeply, his scarred face
scrunching up as lips pulled to show teeth and fangs of metal with a pair of
large tusks that slipped from out of his mouth and to just under each cheek.
Turning about to go on his own way, the man offered his back to the angry
fellow, and it was taken advantage of. When he swung the blade to clean it
of blood, his left arm shot out with remarkable speed, launching out like a bolt of
lightening with the speed that came from years of training and experiance,
speed that one would hardly expect from such a large creature. It was not
the man he was trying to strike, indeed it was not a strike at all, but that burly
leather clad hand went for the blade, intent to wrap about it and yank it
back, trying to disarm the man while his other meaty fist came down, aimed at
the mans shoulder blade with enough force to break it.:: "Well ya got an
enemy now, ya squinty eyed bastard!"

XlXShadowWarrior: - His ear perked as the man approached his eyes would look
back, turning his head as his ear perked. He would move his shoulder and arm
out of the way just as the man got near he felt an urge he better move which
he did right before that man decided to bring his arm down toward his
shoulder. He would look with eyes that looked as if they were going to bug
out from under that hat he wore as he watched that arm swing down through the
air luckily not on the chosen- His ear perked as the man approached his eyes would look
back, turning his head as his ear perked. He would move to avoid the leather
cladded hand grabbing for the blade to uanl it back and try and disarm him.
His reflexes were nearly equal to the other that hat of his being knocked
off from his head by the first which was intended for his shoulder. His face
was revealed to both. Like Corothius the giant would see the emptyness in the
man's eyes at first one would think thos person had no soul, but there was
obvious a reaction from his attempt. The man's eyes were widen looking as if
they were going to bug out.. The man looked as if he was in shock or a state
of trauma, that was short lived however when that blade came swining not at
the man thoough but toward his hip in an attempt to make a nice split in the
layer of clothing he wore. Like him he wasn't trying to kill him but unlike
him his infliction of damage was not with pain. It was how ever posssibly for
the same reason with a warning strike. -" My blade is not ordinary steel ...
if I were just an inch closer.. all the meals youve consumed would of been
pouring out of the side of your girth... you would of been gutted like a pig and
as skinny as a petite elf..... I advise you not to try again..." - he was
already ready for another dodge incase the man tried again.-(d)

Dance of the Rot: ::Indeed he did, as a matter of fact he was on the move before the man even started speaking. As he whirled about and braught his blade towards him, his left arm moved out again, into the path of the blade, his open palm eagerly diving into it. Supple leathers split open as the blade met his hand, however it reveled a surprise behind it, for sparks sprung forth from the cloth under the cut, and a shimmer of light reflected from the point of contact, showing that it was not flesh but metal underneath. Fingers made fast around the blade, closing shut in a grip tight enough to crush and fold thick steel.:: "Surprise!" ::He belowed out while bringing the knee of his right leg up swiftly, aiming to catch him under the chin before bringing his foot back down ontop his own, trying to stomp his foot. Should the blow land he would find that the knee as well was not as fleshy as one would expect, but instead came with a sharp clang of metal. He did not pull back upon the blade or try and take it from him, but instead released it as his foot came back down and his hip shot out with a mighty push, trying to body check him and put some space between them. His men, who had drawn their weapons a while back, had stopped prepairing to fight but instead circled around them, bringing the carts to make a wall of men, eager to watch the fight. Some sat on the carts, some leaned upon them, cheers where in the air and coins passing hands as the men took bets.:: "C'mere cupcake..." ::He growled, his legs bending, slightly squatting and arms open, as if ready to wrestle. He hadn't even drawn a weapon yet.::

XlXShadowWarrior: " Your worthy"- he said when the surprise was revealed. he watched as the man grabbed his blade he pressed his thumb on the bottom of his blade for a reason and it went into pieces. It was like one of those toys where if you press down the legs arms and joints fell apart all hanging together by string until you released the button which brought it all back together. A weak but possibly a distraction to what he did next which was grabbing at a bit of his beard and jerked him down to hopefully take the blow to the knee that came at his chin while his head tilted back at the same time .- There was really no expressions of pain, nothing even when his foot was smashed by the other right before being released. He stood their releasing his thumb from the mechanism which brought his blade back together looking like a regular katana again. He would look at the blade then not carring as the others who were with him were moving their wagons all around them as if it were a wall or replica of Cesar emperor of rome's stadium, finding entertainment of the the fight which had began over killing the horse of the man's cart . Parked and becoming their audience which was bizzare to him he would continue looking as the blade until he heard it.-" C'mere cupcake"- his black and empty eyes would look up starring straight on at the other with an expression unreadable watching he began growling and his legs started bending to slightly swaut his stature with open arms. He stared at this and spoke with probably an answer just as odd.-... Happy Sumo or Angry Metal man filled of lard....- he tilted his head to the side looking at this stature. slowly sheathing that blade back at his side.-" First your angry now you seem jolly.. I wonder if an offering of a strong drink is acceptable."- he would keep his eyes on this one. If he came at him the man would jump up at a unique height actally landing one foot into his face and running down his sqautting stature as if it were a step to decend down on the other side.... if he did so. turning to face him once again wonderign if he continued his charging and crashed into one of his men and their carts.... that is if he did try to charge him or took the offer into consideration.->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::The pull to his beard caused more agony than the strike of his knee under his chin. This was not because it didn't hurt, but because any one with long facial hair will tell you how much it stings to have it pulled. Either way, he didn't show it, or at least didn't respond to it in the slightest.:: "Can't it be both, mate?" ::He responded quickly, a wry grin playing across his dirty, metalic teeth. Though at his offer for a drink, a slow relisation came across his face as hands fell to his side. All expression drained from his face as he stood up right. His head slowly turned off to the right, as did all of his men who had done the same untill they fell upon the man who lead the party. He was clearly not one of them, a simple merchant, and most likely the man who hired them...as well as the man who owned the carts and the horses. The fellow looked about as the Ogre started to grin from ear to ear, letting out a slow, dirty sounding laugh that was ripe with mockery and ill intent. The color drained from the merchants face, though he wasn't able to flee, so much as get off the cart before the group of men were upon him. After all, why do a job when the money was sitting there, without defense...and so much extra from selling the carts and the horses...and horse meat. The man screamed as he was stabbed, and the town guard watching dared not put up protest, muttering about how he got what was coming for hireing an Ogre.:: "Aye...I'll take that drink."

XlXShadowWarrior: - He stood there with no expression watching the carnage that occurred to the other man by the Ogre His face remained blank when the Proposal of drink was accepted he would turn and make his way to the pub his own special response of saying let's be off to get our drinks then.- even going as far as using the corpse.. well what was left of it after it was stripped of it's values and gold..->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::And he and his troop would be off with him to get drunk, feast and sing and generally cause havoc. The Ogre followed close at hand, having taken the horse from the cart and dragging it with him, eating the corpse raw and bloody. A few of the men took the horses and carts off to be sold and stash the loot on the ship, but most, including him, where about to get nuts faced.::

[Corothius Encinosa]

Syados Edge: ‡ Corothius and his handful of men merely stood about, off to the side but well out of the way as the foray began outside of the gates. It wasn't their business what was going on, nor was he and his men dogooders who went about divining justice in the name of some high god or empire as their soldiers. They were content enough to watch th eongoings, and even surprised that there was an ogre in their midst, an encouraging surprise, for it left Corothius indecisive as to which sort of ogres he was chasing the bounty to collect upon. An ogre was an ogre though, and after the merchant was killed, he had an easier decision upon his hands as to whose side the ogre was still on when it came to the city and it's need to protect it's assets. One of such that was just killed. The guards he merely eyed with scrutiny from his distant stance. Discerning that they sure as hell weren't going to step in, or even shout for reinforcements to deal with the crew that followed the quite tall beast of a man. The scrabble of a fight that went on was somewhat amusing, as quite a few had gathered to watch the puny man become prey to the ogres plight. Instead they were watched retreating into the city gates. One of his men was nodded to with a whisper of breaths to pursue them so he would know where they would be drinking. His men were quite adept at the art of secreting themselves and such a task would be one untrackable or noticeable to many a common and even experienced eye. Nonetheless, the crew would no doubt remain about to tend to the wagons, the dead horse, and their newly arrived loot. Corothius meanwhile began to have a few words with the guide that was provided him..‡


XlXShadowWarrior: - Mean while he was seated at the bar the moment he
entered already a bottle of something was set in front of him with an already
filled glass. the man's remained as it was empty with no remorse or emotion
of what happened just a couple of minutes ago. His attention was on his drink
which he brought up and downed in one gulp reaching out and refilling the
glass with the bottle. feeling out of place he would change positions
sitting on the floor back against the wall with the bottle of his chosen boozes next
him and a wench whose only duty was to fill his glass nothing more . He
seemed space as if in his own little world starring at no one or nothing in
particular except the liquid in his glass on ocassion. it seemed the man was
more restrained if given a bottle but if he wasn't drinking who knew what he
would do.->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::Food, drink and more food, that was all he wanted out of
the Tavern. Indeed the procine Ogre had taken to enjoying the tavern quite a
good bit. It was not just him, but a good twenty others with him while the
other three or four had been sent to see to the sail of the horses and carts.
It was not a great sum of money they would fetch, but no small amount either,
it was enough to pay wages for a hand full of crewman for a month, or so the
Ogre did believe. The man he'd faught with had become all but forgotten,
indeed, he was far more interested in the enjoyment of his present endeavors.
The tavern had no chair that would hold him, so instead he sat upon the
floors with his back to the wall, seated at a long table with many of his other
crew members who were roused in a drinking song, lifting pewter mugs of beer
up and over their heads. The Ogre himself looked a mess. Beer soaked his
beard, food clung to it and stained the cloth of his vest. Hat was no where to be
seen though his hair was lopsided and threatening to fall off, clearly a wig
of some sort.::

Syados Edge: ‡The guide Corothius spoke to explained that the bounty was
upon ogres in general, and even the one that was just witnessed could bring
in some coin if it was killed. This made Corothius happy, it also offered him
a challenge since there was an entire crew of men who were with the behemoth of a
man. It was unlikely he would figure out how the 12 ft ogre made it into a
tavern whose doors obviously were not made for beings of such size, the news
of the tavern he had taken to was reached when he entered the city itself.
Another of his men had been sent to stalk after the men left to the tasks of
selling off the goods and carts. To track them even to the ship that they
would be sailing away upon if they went so far that night. Such information would be
even more useful this night. Nonetheless, Corothius and the few remaining
men who were accompanying him stood outside the tavern itself, a ways down
from the actual building, conversing with the man who had been lurking outside
of it and ensuring that the ogre remained inside and went nowhere else, an
easy enough individual to keep track of he jested. He also informed him that
the majority of his crew was also inside. This did not appeal to any of him or
his men, they thus remained hardened and paitent, lobbying at the crook of a
darkened alley that the streets pitched lanterns did little to illuminate as
they devised a plan, or waited for a paritcular event to arise that would aid
them.‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - He remained sitting on the floor right leg laid black
while the other was bent knee pointint up to the ceiling with a slumb look
about him. if it wasnt for his back agaisnt the wall he would of fallen over.
Whenever he downed his fill he extended the glass out for the woman to refill
only to down it the moment the glass was filled his routine continued until
the bottle was empty that was when he took his boot and lightly pushed the
wenche away when she tried to earn extra tips." The Orge will be more eager"-
He said while bringing his last refill to his lips and sipping this time
instead of downing the whole thing. ->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::His trick to getting inside was simply not doing it.
The city was in a location that provided fine weather nearly all year round,
save for the winter, and even they where mild. Thus, he was not inside but
on a deck behind it, an outside dining area. That being said, some of his own
fellows remained inside and some outside, marching about to gather more food
for their ever hungry captain. The man who tailed the few who sold the goods
would indeed gain the chance to tail them back to the docks, and when he did
he would come back with quite the report. He would tell his good captain of
a massive ship some four decks high and of such a length that one could
hardly fire a cross bow from one end to another without arching the weapon. It
had more canvas in its sails than a small army does in tents. The weak
points of the ship where reinforced with what appered to be iron and its main
mast touched the sky. A great host of men worked on the upper deck, bathing in the
sun and working along side others of the Ogres kind. It was indeed a ship
most mighty and vast. Of course, after he spoke of this, men started to poor
forth from the mouth of the tavern in small groups, some to drunk to walk and
others hardly buzzed.::

Syados Edge: ‡It was a good thing they were through being drunk. Whether it
was still day or well into the night, Such a matter was not too high of a
concern. In the city men drunk at any and all hours of the day. The ogre
though was the one they were concerned with in particular, for it was such a head
they were after for coin, if it became acceptable to obtain. After a certain
period of time, one of his men was sent to the docks to find and retrieve the
other of his own crew. When they returned with the information of such a
ship, one that was far superior to any that liably sailed or even docked in
these parts as far as Corothius was aware of, he became a little intimidated.
A ship so large with a captain to equal it's size was one to have second
thoughts about. Still, if the chance presented itself....Nonetheless, from
their lurk in the alleyway, occasionally it would be overheard one eruption
of drunkeness or another was erupting from the backside of the taverns whereabouts,
tunneling through the alleyways and against one buildings wall to the other.
Two of his men were gesticulated to remain at the alleyes entryway to bar any
from coming entering, which they easily did with their build of oar tugging
musculature. being crossed upon by arms that fit well beneath their other.
Corothius and his remaining men followed the alley meanwhile, and headed
along the backway to skirt the building, then came nearer and nearer to the
taverns back deck where the commotion became clear to them. The shadows were
easily kept amongst as overhangs of rooftops and jutting parts of one
building were somewhat constructed with it's neighbor for reasons he didn't trace to
figure out. Perhaps...if the ogre were left alone...or with at least a few
men to deal with.. But first...a judge to determine just how drunk the thing
was..‡

XlXShadowWarrior: - Eventually he got up dropping that partly emptied glass
grabbing up that strange hat he wore which nearly covered his face but his
lips. A bottle was enough for him if he was drunk the man did not stagger or
move in a funny way but normall as he exited the building he made note of the
man from before and those whow ere with him who looked as if they were
surrounding the building, did it concern him?.. if it did it was only a
second and the man would begin his journey again, where who knew His pace was slow for
the moment. It was only an idea but it seemed they were more interested in
the Orge then him but that was no matter if any were to approach the outcome
would probably be like earlier. As he began his journey he would sing a
little tune( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fPh3rO_JeA.) Just a drifter
song in his own native tongue.->D<

Dance of the Rot: ::It was rather hard to tell if he was drunk or not, as
most where completely unfamilier with the race. He ate like a beast,
dragging whole plates of food into his cavernous maw. It was not just the
food, but plates as well, which were were chewed and sank down his gullet. Plates, flat
ware and bones, all of it was crushed to a pulp under his machine like maw of
grinding and rending false, metalic teeth. Quite horrific to watcih in a
way. However he was soon no longer with many others, only a pair of his men
where left, and they stood up at the same moment he did, all of them ready to
head back to their ship. While his men went through the tavern propper, the
Ogre took to a side ally that would lead him out into the main street, having
to shuffel along side ways as he was nearly as broad as the ally ways its
self was. Though with a bit of effort he was there. Gloved hands moved to
refix his hair before he turned towards his ship, seeing the masts above building
tops in the distance.::

Syados Edge: ‡Once the ogre made to rise, he and his men eased back into the
alleys darkness even further to ensure they would not be seen. Noiseless and
careful they were, trained to deal out death with only a few as the occasion
was now, instead of the use of an entire regiment of soldiers. The few
options that were best to be put into action flew through his thoughts as the
ogre made for the alley to head back to the main street. They were avidly
patient for him to leave, along with the men who went through the tavern itself.
An eye soon enough careened about the buildings corner to spot any leftover
drunks or ninnies to be dealt with, but finding none. Only the ogres legs
were viewable for now as the overhang of the building above blocked off the sight
of that 12 foot structure of ogremeat further above. It was as he was looking
about that he found not a keg of liquor that might have been drained to equal
the size of bottle. A bottle that any normal man wouldn't be able to finish
on his own and not pass out before it was half finished. Depending on what
the brand was of course. Nonetheless, no keg of such was spotted,just piles
of discarded plates that might not have made it into the ogres hands to feed
that huge belly of his. There though were a number of lanterns hanging upon
the taverns walls that illuminated the area. Corothius signaled to his men to
head for the back door itself where they would gather what tables or chairs
were nearby to barricade it and ensure none came to his rescue from that
particular direction. Corothius in turn swept one lantern then the next into
his hands. They swung at his sides with a slow gravitating sway as the oil
within them swayed with their casings movements, their lights flickering and
creating several shadows against surrounding walls as he dashed to the
alleyway containing the ogre. Another moment and the lanterns were hurled from arms
that swung long and wide to send them in an upwards arce through the
alleyways length and upwards towards the ogres hips and gut above. They were
recalled to be wear his arsenal of guns were, guns with gunpowder that might go off.
they would also ignite mroe quickly upon that surcoat and such clothing that
was so unbecoming of an ogre..Once they were loosed from hi shands, he'd
retreat from sight, and ensure gather perhaps a rather lengthy pole that might be
in for one matter or another.....if one was about. otherwise, he and his men
were once again in abject darkness....‡

Dance of the Rot: ::Fire. He knew it well, he knew the pain it brought, he
knew the danger it caused. He knew how it would attack more than any thing,
the eyes. Oh the pain it could bring as it quickly dried out the keys to the
outside word. It was such that he felt now as fire over took him. Pain and
panic. Glass shattered upon the gut plate he wore, oil flying about and
splattering onto his overcoat and vest. Heavy cotton was not something that
burned easily, but burn it did. A roar so loud that it was painfull to hear it
escaped his maw, starting to struggle in the ally way. Left hand lashed out,
plowing through the wall of the Tavern and splintering it, dragging through
it like a hoe through the soil as he made for the street proper, ripping a tree
trunk sized gash through the wall. People inside of course where paniced by
the sudden disruption of their peace, and the men who went inside where no
different, rushing outside to see the Ogre stripping himself clean of his
clothing above the waste and throwing it to the ground. His body rolled with
bulk, though only a fool would mistake his sheer mass for fat. Left half
naked from his attack, his body was covered with terrible scars, though his left
arm was truely unique. Over his left breast and heart was a network of deep
black metal graphed into his flesh. This graph wrapped about his shoulder
and under his arm, even following dow the arm and hand. In fact it was not
over his arm at all, but it was his arm, one he had lost in the past. The
pistols at his hip had failed to fire, thanks in no small part to the coat
now smoldering on the ground. It was the top most pistal he grabbed, the
polished wooden hilt marked with a beautiful sweeping design clearly not made
by his hand, but instead used from it. It matched him in size, its two
barrels bound togeather with wraps of iron, each barrel the size of a swivel gun from a
ship. Trigger finger sled into the ring as a single massive thumb pulled
back both flint hammers. His other hand remained free, eager to use it if
need be, though he motioned towards the boat, eager to leave before things
became worse. After all people where shouting and calling attention to him,
and soon enough the cities alarm bell was ringing.::

XlXShadowWarrior: - His tune was cut off when he heard a commotion which had
him stopping in his tracks the man stood there his face blank while his eyes
empty would turn from looking forward over toward the commotion. that was
when he saw the large orge he had fought earlier only to end with offering of
drinks crash through the tavern and onto the streets.- his body would fully
turn standing there not even moving to assist at the scene before him
watching with interest. He was right theyw ere after the Orge did he seem concerned if
he was it wasn't shown. that empty stare would linger on the scene before him
looking on through the openings of that odd hat he wore.->D<

Syados Edge: ‡Actually, it was rather hard to notice the two men at that
neighboring alleyway. Unless you went directly to the alley itself and made
to walk down it, then they might step forth from the shadows enough to give
you the idea that you wouldn't be going any further beyond them and would be best
to go back the other way. Yet, the swordsman did not come so close to discern
such from them. Meanwhile, the ogres antics of destroying a tavern made for
humans finally got the better for him as he began destroying his surroundings
without hesitation and neglect for the safety of those inside. The enflaming
clothing no doubt would be thrown downwards. If it landed on the tavern, or
the nearby building, one or the other was quite possibly going to catch on
fire itself. And one could only hope that either or wasn't even more
flammable than wool seeing as how the ogre had to walk sideways down the
alley. Nonetheless There would be none of Corothius' men about in view to receive a
bullet in their gizzards that night. twelve feet high wasn't too large.
Perhaps a as high as a one story building itself in truth. This was perhaps
moreso a test to distinguish just how drunk the ogre had gotten. It seemed he
wasn't drunk at all as he had made it out of his clothing with more than
enough time to spare. What was revealed wasn't something he or his men were
of a mind to figure out as he'd poke his head from the side of the taverns wall for
a moment or two amidst the frenzy that was erupting. What the cities guard
would send he knew not. But this would provide them with an ample reason to
enprison the ogre for destruction of property perhaps. COrothius knew not the
laws herein. Nor sought to wait around to determine what they were. Instead,
he'd wait till the ogre was makign headway further out of the alleyway,
facing in said direction before he'd step into the alleyway himself yet again.
One of his men had acquired one of the poles that was once apart of the
taverns lounge. It had been broken from it's constructive purpose and the
torn portion was aimed for the ogre. With a pull of his arm he'd hurl it forwards like
a javelin to take of the distance between them. His men were already crossing
the alleyway to return in the direction they arrived from. Corothius would
join them as their hopes that the ogre would be too drunk and be an easy
target was a failed one indeed. Another time perhaps...‡

Dance of the Rot: ::He was always ready to fight, though he was wise enough
to know when outnumbered. Even if the man hurling sticks at him was alone,
he knew gaurds would be on the way soon. The pole found purchase, striking
the broad side of his metalic arm and falling with a clatter. He only turned
his head in time to see the faint figure of a man dashing behind the tavern
again. Snarling loudly, the Ogre waved on again to his men to go into a run
towards the ship. He kept pace with them fairly easily, long legs able to take
him great strides ahead. He did not though, instead making his way past the
tavern and down rows of buildings. Hanging a turn, he could see the docks
and his ship down the road. His free hand moved to his maw as he bellowed with
a voice like thunder.:: "Make ready to sail! All Bulls on deck!" ::With this
call, the ship nearly erupted into action. Lines being pulled free, anchos
lifting and men climbing the rigging, ready to loose the sails.::