The sun arched its way into Dartanian's room and he greeted it with a big lazy yawn. He rolled off his bunk as he stretched out and slammed on the hard pavement of the cold ground. Living like a thief really takes its toll on your amenities, Dartanian's thought this as he looked around his room. It was about time he moved from the underground and started his way as an adventurer, but his feeble knowledge of unarmed combat could only take him so far.
He walked outside and saw the changing landscape morph around him. Others see this as a challenge, but Dartanian and all other thieves of this part see it as an advantage to flee from the authorities. He headed off towards where he predicted the arms shop to be at that time of day and decided a pair of daggers would be a nice set of tools to start his journey.
He looked at his lonely dagger with the hollowed out pommel he named lefty, he used it in his left hand so he could punch and jab with his right, Dartanian rarely ever had to hold a blade to someones throat, but the dagger helped intimidate him out of random bar fights. He returned to his familiar place of resting where he sat down on a bar stool next to a beautiful young Kelvic dame.
"mrowwr" Dartanian spoke this teasingly as he signaled to the barkeep for a pint of ale, it would be two more rotations in this place before the weapon shop would be at his back.
"Watch it cat man" the Kelvic woman morphed into a wolf at the dinner table and gave a playful snarl to Dartanian as she lapped up her soup. The bar rotated 90 degrees clockwise and the barkeep slid the ale to Dartanian.
"Need some time to cool off there Wolfy?" Dartanian placed two Sm down on the bar, but felt a tad bit uncomfortable as the Kelvic he stood next to had not trans-morphed back into her regular human state.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to Fuckface?" Bellowed a voice in a strange tongue from behind Dartanian. He turned to face an Isurian man whose head scarped across the top of the bar who Dartanian could now tell was the boyfriend of the Kelvic female he was attempting to flirt with, but before Dartanian could apologize a fist slammed into the face of Dartanian sending him across the bar.
He was flat on his face on the floor of the bar, and people cleared out. he noticed as he was trying to get up that the owner of the weapons shop was there, which meant it wouldn't be long before the bar made its final rotation. One more kick landed on Dartanians gut and he rolled over on the floor with the wind knocked out of him. To dodge a foot to the face Dartanian trans-morphed into a cat and leaped up on the bar, he playfully liked his paw as the Isurian turned to lay another blow on the feline who countered by jumping onto the Isurians shoulder and continued off his back trans-morphing in mid air and kicking the man in the back of the head.
Luckily his boxers stayed on, but he realized if he was going to finish this fight quickly he would need his dagger which was concealed on the inside of his coat pocket laying on the bar stool behind the Isurian. As the Isurian turned Dartanian squared his feet and hit the Isurian with a jab and a left hook, he shrugged off the blow and kicked Dartanian in the gut which he caught, but was narrowly dodged a left straight jab, he used the leverage and anchored the foot in a way to knock the Isurrian on the floor. He went to reach for his dagger, but was met with a wolf leaping in front of him Dartanian quickly ducked this by morphing into a feline and jumped out of his undergarments into his clothing and turning back into his human form.
As he pulled the dagger out from underneath his jacket, the Kelvic wolf bit down on Dartanians arm. Normally Dartanian would drive the dagger through the eye of the wolf, but hurting women is strictly against his moral code, but the pain from the wolf bite grew exponentially as the teeth sunk deeper into the skin so he slid the blade of the dagger into the wolves nostril who whimpered and ran behind the Isurian. She morphed back into her female form, holding her nose as blood poured down her dress.
This time the Isurian came flying towards Dartanian who sidestepped his massive fist and cocked him in the jaw, he fell onto the floor, but quickly leaped back to his feet to catch another left followed by two rights from Dartanian. The Isurian snarled and gave out a war call that made Dartanian's skin crawl. He then shot another powerful kick towards Dartanian's direction who sidestepped it, and caught his leg as it flew past him. He then used the Isurians momentum against him and threw the tall warrior on the floor. Dartanian sprawled on top of him with the dagger to the mans neck. "I SURRENDER fucking freak-show"
Dartanian grabbed his drink and stepped out onto the street just as the armor shop faced the entrance of the bar. He downed his drink and put his boxers into his pants pocket. he saw two perfectly sized ribbon daggers hanging from the stand. The vender was busy counting out change from a recent purchase, but before he could hand a single SM to the man the daggers were in Dartanians coat pocket, and he was walking down the street back to his home in the underground.