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Arthur


Arthur stared for a moment at what Fyr managed to do with the spear. Then steeled himself and thrusted home.



The sword pierced through, striking right through his heart and on through the back. The man's eyes gazed in shock for a moment.

"May the Lord have mercy upon you." Arthur sternly spoke. Then pulled back out the sword, allowing the man to fall to the floor, dead.
The leader furrowed his brow as he took in his henchmen's leg. Then he stepped forward, swinging his axe for Fyr's spear.



But not being use to the weapon, he still needed to learn how to adjust to it. His swing missed.
Arthur


Arthur stared at thrown dagger, prayed in relief that Fyr wasn't hurt worse, then turned and stared at the man who thrown it. "I believe that that isn't yours's." Then he drew his sword and headed to fight the leader, only for one of the assasins to block the way. Arthur then lunged for him.



The assassin easily parried his blade, locking longsword and scimitar together.
The axe landed harmlessly among the middle of the assassins, imbedded within the sandy floor, leading to snickers among the assassins still alive.

The leader came forward and retrieved the ax, smirking a little at Fyr as he hefted it up. "Quite a nice little toy, thank you. I know just the way to repay you." He took out a knife and threw it at Fyr.



The knife nicked Fyr's torso and lodged itself in the bar behind him.
Arthur


When the blast struck, he found himself launched into the bar, sparing him for a moment from the view. But he managed to pull himself upright, swaying as he did so. Then he saw Fyr near him, also hurt. "Fyr?" He made his way over. It didn't look serious, thank goodness. "Hold still now." Then he rested his hand on Fyr's shoulder and recited a prayer, allowing what wounds he had undergone to heal away. "That should do you." He started to sway slightly more. Then Dalious's cry caused him to look towards the rest of the room, with all it's death and the obvious foes ahead, as well as more ladies like the first two...He adverted his eyes again, then drew forth his sword. "Seems we have a predicament here."
Arthur instantly relaxed. Good thing that fight was adverted. He'd of course have joined with Lapis and these, people. Fetzen had been in the right. But he was also suppose to be keeping a low profile...He needed a drink. Two tankards later, he realized he might have had a little too much. His hand was shaking, and now it seemed that everyone in the room was turning around to look at something.



He turned, then quickly averted his eyes, calling upon prayers to all the saints to help against temptation.

Griff meanwhile kept starring. "What sorta show is this, bartender? I don't recall you ever hiring a skin dancer."

"She ain't hired here." The bartender said.

Others stared in wonder. Some in black went further away from her, slipping quietly to their places while people's eyes were drawn to the woman.
Griff tilted his head, considering Fyr in all his present state, then he chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Go bandage your arm there, Shad. Bartender, let's get some meat for this fighter here! You can buy me that drink," he bowed to Lapis. "And you, my friend," he wrapped his arm around Fyr and led him to the bar. "Can tell me a little more about yourself over a hot meal. Where are you from, for starters? You don't seem to be a desert native. Get back to playing over there, bards." Then he threw some gold coin Dal and the other bard's way as he sat himself down and the food came out.

Arthur allowed himself to relax a bit. That could have gone poorly...Still, he moved himself closer to Fyr just in case. They did all seem in need of real rest soon.

The other tavern patrons started nervously to return to their former gaiety while the one gang member muttered as he left to get his arm taken care of. A group in the back watched the proceedings with interest.


Out from the backrooms, a large, hulking man of about Fyr's size or bigger came sauntering in. The entire tavern hushed. He glanced over the situation, saw his man with the broken arm then Fyr, and came up right in front of Fyr and sized him up, revealing the scar cutting from his forehead to his cheek. "What seems to be the trouble here, boys?"

"He's a madman, Griff." The guy holding his arm came up to him. "I just invited him to a friendly game, and he tore my arm off! Now he's demanding that he won the bet!"

"I'm certain this was all an accident..." Arthur rose from his seat. "As you can see, my friend here is rather on the large size and we've all had a tiring day."

"Is that so...?" He looked back at Fyr. "What do you say? Was this all an, 'accident'?"
Arthur Travers


Arthur nodded his head at Lapis's invitation. "I would be happy to join in, thank you." Then followed her into the tavern, eyes focused firmly on their recent travelling companions and with the journal clutched within his satchel. All through the journey after Dalious had given it back to him, he'd kept watch on it and looked over it when he dared. Recordings of vile rituals, the scribbles of a man consumed with a lust for power who paid every price to gain more. He needed to get this to his superiors...Someone higher up, more trained in resisting the darkness needed to glean all the information they could to right what wrongs could be righted, then burn the vile text. But all his superiors were in Avalon and he still had a task to complete here. So he would have to take on this dreadful burden, and pray dearly that he did not fall into the temptations within. If what the group had said about freeing slaves was true, then it would seem one of his strongholds was overthrown. But the others...

He took the offered ale and sipped it down, overlooking the tavern itself. It was surprising how similar but different such a place was from home. The walls were sunbaked clay instead of dark timber and roughhewn stone. The floor was far more sandy. Veils, turbans, and other desert apparel was far more common throughout the crowd. Colorful curtains dangled in the back where men partook in their hookah pipes. And yet, there was still the barkeep overlooking everything from the bar, barmaids passing around the drinks as they went among the tables and patrons, men huddled together to discuss various matters, a stage where a bard sung his tale, and tables in the back which near rang with the sound of rolling dice.

He sighed. Of course such a vice would afflict every corner of the world. His attention then turned back to the table with his current companions. He would not want to miss anything that was going on.
"It depends on where you want to head." Arthur raised his head from the book Dalious had given him. "Our original destination should not be more than two days away. If you have some other destination in mind though, the desert is far and vast." Then his eyes went to skimming through the book, his skin paling.

What sort of person wrote in this journal?! So much in here was dark and unholy, and all the detailed rituals...This couldn't be the pirate's doing. For all his odd behaviors, he did not seem to have the knowledge and intelligence for such acts. And the luck mage and the warrior on Helah didn't seem the type either, nor would likely allow their pirate companion to hand over their journal. But looks could be deceiving...

He couldn't help but watch them all carefully as the wagon clattered as it rode on, keeping close to Lapis. She seemed capable of holding her own, but if one of these three was really a dark wizard, he certainly would not want either of them to be caught off guard.
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