Solo Stolen Heirloom

[Rathan]

5th of Summer, 515 AV

Rathan sat at a stool in the White Crane, his two gladiuses sat next to his legs as he drank ale and talked to a Akalak next to him. "No... I don't think I will ever stop liking Riverfall, it's a nice place, and for one this tavern is amazing." Rathan said, nodding as he talked. "Plus the White Crane is right next to the tower of Wysar..." He mumbled under his breath. He took another swig of ale and looked at the Akalak. "I see..." The Akalak said. "You are clearly not like the other Eypharians I have met." The Akalak took Rathan and sat him closer to the band that was currently playing... Leaving Rathan's gladiuses behind. The band was pretty good, playing a very light hearted song. Rathan noticed that his Akalak friend didn't seem to be paying attention, looking back at there spot.

The song came to a close and Rathan stood up to return to his spot. "Well, that was a good song, but it is about time I head home." Rathan clapped with all six hands and walked towards his spot. "Why don't you wait a bit?" The Akalak said, he seemed like he was panicking, and he wasn't looking at Rathan him self. "No... Like I said, I want to leave, take in some of the sea air instead of Tavern air where I will get drunk more than I need." Rathan said, he stepped towards his stool and went to grab his gladiuses. His father's gladius was gone. Rathan picked up his newly bought gladius and breathed deeply. For the rage seemed like it would boil out of him at a rate that he could not control him self. The Akalak backed away slowly. "Who... Took... My... Gladius!" Yelled Rathan, his shout semi-drowned out the sounds of the tavern, half of the tavern stared at Rathan as he pulled out his gladius. "Tell me! Who took it!" Yelled Rathan.

The Akalak he was chatting with ran to the door, with a man hidden in a cloak. "Get over here!" Yelled Rathan, he ran out of the tavern chasing the pair. The two men were running down the street, the man in the cloak clearly holding his father's sword. Rathan charged forward in a full out sprint, sword in hand, pushing the citizens out of the way. "Get back here so I can bleed you dry!" Yelled Rathan, he was getting closer to the man in the cloak and with a lunge, Rathan swung his sword at the man's leg. He grunted and fell to the ground, sword still in hand.

The Akalak from the bar continued to run while the man in the cloak stood up, "Give me back the sword, or else." Rathan said, he held out on of his hands. "Or what?" The man yelled he swung his sword and cut the tip of Rathan's middle finger. Rathan growled, he swung his sword for the mans side. The man blocked it, the two swords collided with a small clang. "Give it back, now!" Rathan began to swing his sword at the man, the man ducked or blocked, barely swinging at Rathan. "All I want to do is sell it, I mean it's not like you can't just ask a black smith to make you one that looks exactly like it." Rathan took several swings at the man, one actually landed inside the man's side. He grunted and put his free hand on his side. "I can't just replace my father's gladius!" He yelled, he swung his sword again and missed, hitting the ground. The man took his chance and swung Rathan's father's gladius at him. It landed right in Rathan's bottom left arm.

Rathan's blood boiled, he roared and began to swing and shoot his sword forward at the man. Miss, miss, hit in the arm, miss, hit in the right hand. The man grunted with each hit, finally, Rathan hit the man in the hand, the one that is wielding his father's gladius. The man winced and held his hand as the sword left him. Rathan would usually disapprove of this, but Rathan kicked the thief in the stomach, making him fall to his side. Rathan slowly walked over to his father's sword. "Never. Steal. My. Stuff. Again." Rathan said, he picked up his sword and whipped his own blood off on his shirt, he sheathed it. He looked over at the thief in the fetal position, Rathan spat at the mans head, and walked away.

[Dravite]

Rathan

XP Award:

• Socialisation: 1
• Observation: 1
• Intimidation: 1
• Running: 1
• Weapon, Gladius: 1
• Unarmed Combat: 1

Lore:

• Akalak: Men from Riverfall
• Observation: The look of a nervous man
• Riverfall: Strangers in bars are probably thieves
• Sword: The basics
• Unarmed Combat: Using your body in a sword fight

Notes: Great thread! I’m sorry you had to wait so long for it to be graded, the backlog in this city along with the lack of graders around lately is putting a real strain on everyone game wide. I hope you enjoy the rewards and keep writing; would love to see more from you. Let me know if you think I have missed anything here and be sure to edit your grading request!

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