[The Rearing Stallion] Blood and Liquor (Imass)

[Emblem]

The man who had dared to make the first attack found himself facing a blade after his first attack, which had completely botched due to the quantity of alcohol that was clouding his mind. The poor drunkard found a blade racing towards him and and it was unlikely he would be able to dodge the attack in his current state of mind. It looked like his pitiful life would come to an end in this damn tavern, which is not the best place to meet ones end. The man did the only thing he could, and flinched. He raised his hands to cover his head, cowering before the knight. But the man did have friends, and they had not joined the fray as of yet, and now would seem like the perfect time to make such an entrance. In fact, one of them did. This one rammed his shoulder in the Akalak's side in an attempt to push the knight off balance, maybe to even topple him. The mans actions would hopefully save their friend, and give them the upper hand in this brawl. The rest of the tavern simply watched the spectacle, as if it were entertainment to them. It wasn't every day a tavern brawl broke out with a knight involved. The citizens of Syliras could catch a glimpse of what the Syliran Knights were capable of. Imass would have to be the demonstrator. Yet, a single knight against 3 drunk thugs would prove to be a difficult fight.

[Imass]

Imass brought his sword down on the man without hesitation. There would be no nonsense when it came to breaking the law in Syliras. To attack a knight was one of the most blatant and worst crimes. Justice needed to be swift and accurate. That being said the Akalak was without mercy, after all this man was drunk. Perhaps it was his subconscious or maybe the hand of Sylir, but instead of cutting the helpless man down he smashed him on the face/neck with the flat of his blade. When the blade made contact with the man it sent vibrations through his arm. He could feel and see the blade shaking. The blue man was taller and very strong so his attack must have really hurt or even knocked him out.

The Knight immeadately was rammed in the side by another. He didn't even have time to blink as he found himself falling. Imass fell on the table nearby, but because of his massive weight and size the wooden table toppled beneath him. There was a loud thud and crash as the table flipped over him.

Imass immeadately began to roll out of the way. He was acting purely on instinct now. He needed to stand to his feet immeadately and re-orientate himself. The Akalak would not get far though, because before he could fully stand up a heavy boot smashed him right in the teeth.

Disoriented and blurry-eyed Imass did what any proper knight would do and stabbed his sword forward at the foot that hit him. This time he would have no mercy and would stab to kill. Imass didn't even know if he was bleeding or anything, but one thing was for certain: adrenaline was pumping and pain filled his whole face.

[Emblem]

One man knocked out left two more for the Akalak to deal with. Both of them toegther managed to topple the Akalak onto a table, which quickly gave in to the weight of Imass and crashed to the ground, along with all of its contents. The sound of glass breaking and wood splintering echoed throughout the room and even to the area outside the tavern. It was just enough for the two knights outside to be drawn back into the tavern, but they wouldn't be fast enough to prevent any injuries, as one man had furthered his attack against Imass. It would prove to be a costly mistake. The man delivered a massive kick to the Akalak's face, hoping to disorient him and maybe even break his nose or jaw. However neither proved to be true and the only thing he received from it was a sword in his leg. Blood gushed from the man's leg as he stumbled back into another table, flipping it over. At that moment the door flew open as the two knights arrived at the scene of the crime. They looked at the scene before them. One man was knocked out over the table, and one man sat against a flipped table, barely conscious with blood flowing from his leg. The last of the man was prepared to stomp on the Akalak's face, but didn't have the opportunity as he was quickly interrupted when he was tackled by one of the knights who shoved his way through the gazing crowd and quickly had him pinned to the ground. "Alright, alright...you win dammit." The man said, unable to move under the force of the knight on top of him. The third knight extended his hand to Imass, who had blood running from his nose and a bruise on his cheek. "Come on. Get up, you're all right" He said to Imass.

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[Imass]

Imass felt the tip of his blade sink into think flesh. He squeezed the grip of his sword, bearing all his weight on the sword. Although the blue Knight was a professional warrior, it was seldom that he actually cut flesh. Acting on his thorough-breed Akalak instinct, he cut the man's inner thigh with one long push that cut deeper with every inch.

The moment the blade scrapped against bone and got caught up in the mangle of flesh, the Knight wrenched his weapon free. In one quick jolt, a spray of blood drenched the Akalak as the human buckled and fell to the floor. He got blood in his mouth, because only now did he realize he had yelled a battle cry in his fury. His senses started to return to his body as blood dripped in a splattered pool in front of him. For a second he saw the white flash of a tooth on the floor.

Pain rippled through his face in waves. It was painful, but he had never been more awake. Flipping his hip over him prepared for another kick to the face, when suddenly another knight was on the human. Immediately the pinned criminal yielded, while the two others remained incapacitated. Another Knight approached and helped Imass to his feet.

Reaching over the Akalak wedged free his broadsword on to further the damage to the man's leg. He was bleeding so severely it was apparent that he was going to die. Not only was Imass still in fury from the scuffle, but he was always a Zealot. Wiping his face he announced to the tavern, "We hold no quarter for criminals. NO QUARTER. This wounded man her will receive NO quarter. His wound will fester and he shall die for assaulting me. I tried to give him mercy, but he kicked me in the face! NO QUARTER!"

It was important that Imass show everyone that the Knights had control on the situation despite the fact he was bloody and missing a tooth now. It was important that everyone understood what happened to criminals. They were dedicated to peace, regardless of the consequences. Imass could not leave the scene looking broken or defeated.

He picked up his tooth in anger and spat again. He held his mouth closed and held his bloody mouth with a rag the serving wench had gotten him. Grabbing the wounded man by the collar he began to drag the men out of the bar. Imass made no effort to talk to anyone until they got outside. They didn't even acknowledge the Rearing Stallion's owner for the moment.

Imass bellowed under his bloody rag, "These men are no Sylirans. Would a true blood Syliran dare attack without provocation? Let us take them to the dungeon and interrogate them. We should do it before the wounded one dies,"

The Zealot looked at his fellow guards for approval. Pain radiated from his face in waves. Adrenaline was coming down and the hurt in his face was becoming more apparent.

[Emblem]

The tavern was a complete wreck. Several tables had been flipped over. The drinks that sat upon the tables had been spilled onto the wooden floor and had mixed with the blood that was still flowing from the man's leg. Of course the ordinary citizens did nothing but stare at the whole scene from one half of the room, hoping the knights would take care of it and all would be normal again. The pair of knights tried to get the bleeding one on his feet while Imass began to cool down from the fight. But to Imass, cooling down meant giving a rather a rather...spirited speech to the crowd. "We aren't letting him die, Imass! That's not how it works! said Ser Mat, the knight who had tackled the final trouble maker and saved Imass from a foot to the face. The other was Ser Kel, although he did not speak as he was too focused on helping the man who Imass had taken a swing at with his sword. "Alright, alright everyone, it is all over. Go home. The tavern is closed for the rest of the evening while I clean this mess up" the tavern keeper yelled. The crowd slowly filed out the single door as the tavern keeper and bar maids retrieved buckets of water and cloth to prepare for the next day, where liquor would be served and it would be like it never even happened. Ser Kel spoke up once he had propped the wounded man's arm around his shoulders and was ready to start walking. "Alright, let's get these idiots to the Tank. Mat, you watch over the one you tackled and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I'll walk this poor sod's ass back, and Imass, your big and strong, so you can carry Mr. Unconscious over there. I'll have a surgeon bandage this one up when we get there, assuming he makes it, and we'll interrogate them in the morning. No use in questioning two drunk men and an unconscious one!"

[Imass]

When he heard Ser Mat exclaim, Imass' heart dropped into his stomach. At that exact moment his dark personality pushed into his mind and tried to switch conscience with his light side. That moment felt like a surge of lightening going down his back. So intense was his aggression, he almost hallucinated. In his momentary daze, he saw stars around him. The lights in his vision disappeared two chimes later. Unfortunately though, the dark side's presence did not leave.

"These scumbags dishonored and humiliated me. They dishonored Syliras -- yet they live! No doubt, if they where Akalak men, they would be executed immediately," spoke Imass' dark side in native Tukant. Despite his indifferent facial expression, the Akalak's golden eyes said everything. His pupils narrowed suddenly and shrunk deep into his eyes as his dark personality realized conscienceness. His heart was beating fast and he could feel blood pumping to all his injuries. He could feel violence erupting in his mind now too. This feeling of dread and anger filled his body for a bit.

Ser Imass would not let his dark side prevail though. He had been dealing with this fact his whole life; one petty mental outburst would not stop him now. Imass was used to repressing his aggression through meditation, but prayer was all he had in this situation. First though, he needed to respond to Mat verbally so he didn't look like a craven. Looking at Ser Mat for a second longer, his eyes darted to Ser Kel, and then back to Ser Mat, "Aye-aye," he responded hoarsely.

The two Knights paid no mind at all to their comrade it seemed; they probably believed Imass was just dazed from injuries. The Bar Keep announced something quickly, and then Ser Kel began to give orders. Ser Imass did not bother looking at Kel's rank. Taking several deep breaths, the Knight began to pray. The Akalak resorted to his ancestor's god, Wysar, "Hail Wysar Lord of Discipline, I petition for mental discipline, Hail Wysar, Hail Wysar, I petition for mental discipline," The struggling Akalak repeated this as quickly as possible, in the most intense manner possible. He didn't even think. He just focused his mind on the words. Imass prayed the same line over and over; in his head he said the prayer at least eight or nine times.

Suddenly, Imass snapped out of the mental battle victorious over his dark side. All the aggressive thoughts were gone, but the goose bumps cause by terror remained all down his back. Still repeating his frightened prayer in his mind, the Akalak Knight did his duty and lifted the Unconscious man. Placing the right hand on the man's right wrist, Ser Imass hoisted the man up on top of his wide shoulders like a huge sack of potatoes.

Imass followed Kel and Mat out of The Rearing Stallion and onto the open aired row of taverns. All eyes were on them immediately. The Akalak looked at all the people staring as he carried the prisoner; onlookers included peasants, merchants, travelers, sell-swords, and crafters. All Ser Imass wanted to do was break down into meditation and work out what just happened to him, but he had to swallow his pain and continue with his duty. Imass would not show weakness to the Syliran people, he needed to show strength and bravery. Repeating the same prayer over and over, Imass used his petitions to give him an excuse to focus him mind completely on one thing.

"Discipline, Discipline, Discipline, Hail Wysar, grant me Discipline"

Thus Ser Imass petitioned in prayer to Wysar as he followed Ser Kel through the open aired streets into the main corridor of the Citadel. They lead the men all the way to The Tank which was in the northernmost point of the Citadel in the Jordan District. The Knight only hoped none of the Knights would question him of the incident in his dreaded state.

[Emblem]

The tank, it was every citizens least favorite place in the city. If you found yourself sitting on one of the benches behind the bars, well then you somehow screwed up. It was where Syliras' criminals were kept, that was until they received their trial before the Council of Three. But before that happened, the three were going to have a chat with them the next morning, just to get their facts straight. Kel slowly walked the wounded man into the cell and propped him up on a bench. The man passed out as soon as he was settled. Mat gave a hard push to the man he escorted. The man fell to the floor but quickly got back on his feet again. Once the three were in the cell, Kel turned and called for a surgeon to have a look at the wounded man's leg. The surgeon quickly rushed in with his medical supplies in hand. He knelt next to the now passed out wounded man and began examining his leg. After inspection, the surgeon simply began bandaging the wound tightly to stop blood loss. "Well, it looks like the poor bastard gets to keep his leg. You gave him quite the nice slight, and he'll have a scar I bet, but he should be good now. I am surprised he stayed conscious on the way here," the surgeon said. Kel nodded, "Okay, Imass, head back and get some rest and get back here in the morning. We'll be here and we will get some answers. Hopefully a swift trial will come, but you'll need to present as a witness at the trial I suspect." The next morning... Sunlight managed to just find it's way inside the barred windows, although it was but a slimmer. The three men were awake, and now they were sober. One of them had been pacing back and forth throughout the morning, trying to figure out how to get out of this one. The wounded one was clearly tense and in pain, but he remained silent. The other was sweating, not knowing quite what was happening. A massive headache was still ringing in his head. Kel and Mat sat on a bench outside the cell, waiting for Imass to arrive. Once their fellow knight arrived, the interrogation began. "Alright Imass, we received notice of when the trial will be. In a few hours the Council of Three will hear their case, and you'll need to be there. For now, let's have a chat with our little troublemakers here" Kel instructed. "Imass, since your the one that got his feathers ruffled, I'll let you take the floor here!"

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Name: Imass
XP Award:

• Observation 2
• Socialisation 1
• Subterfuge 1
• Intimidation 2
• Weapon: Broadsword 3
• Prayer 1
• Meditation 1

Lore:

• Location: the Rearing Stallion
• Subterfuge: water in rum bottles
• To racists, being Akalak matters more than being a Syliran knight
• Carrying an unconcious man
• Location: the Tank

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