[The Blood Pits] Everything Isn't Black & White (Kreig)

Avinasai encounters some street thugs while spectating a brawl at The Pit.

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[The Blood Pits] Everything Isn't Black & White (Kreig)

Postby Avinasai on March 19th, 2018, 10:56 pm

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Spring 518 36th.

Avinasai had the urge to be active lately. She wanted to go out more, ever since she had started going out on gatherings for her poison ingredients. The cool air just felt so good over her somewhat pale features. She was tired of locking herself indoors. She needed to get out more and make some new contacts. Maybe even some energetic contacts, she could possibly find someone to train her with her rapier. She's been on edge with using the rapier lately, not so sure as to why she doesn't use it much? She didn't want to make excuses, but maybe she didn't like the point blades that's sharp enough to cut your skin down to the bone? That could be a reason, or maybe she felt too lazy to train with her rapier.

Anyways, she needed to get her mind off of her work for now. She didn't want to grow obsessed about it, even though every other day was usually spent harvesting materials and or purchasing ingredients from the markets to make what she needed/wanted.

If she wanted to feel energized, she heard that the Blood Pits was the place to go. People bet on fighters, the one's who win the deals, their guys are the ones in the rings who walk out. The others... well they die. It's nothing that Avinasai wanted to engage in-

-the fighting part that is. She was fine with the betting. However, she didn't like losing money to a deal. She hated losing money and she was sure that others hated losing money too; especially Sunberthians.

Cheering could be heard from all around as two men began to brawl in the Blood Pits. Someone wanted to battle Pit Bull. Pit Bull was massive, and very strong too. He held a great axe. The other man was smaller. He had a greatsword. Probably donated by one of the dealers who were betting on the smaller man. However, one great swing by Pit Bull, and the younger man looked like his heart nearly skipped two beats. His face grew white and he was dodging the attacks and parrying, but he wasn't durable enough and the great axe took his body in half while Pit Bull raised the other man's sword and his weapon in the air cheering. Avinasai smiled as Pit Bull's skills prooved to be truly great. Avinasai heard mumbling behind her as she could hear the coin purses exchance. If only she had a large amount of money to be dealing.

She walked around the top level of the stands. Watching as battle over battles take place. Soon getting bored. However, she turned in shock and dismay as a man with a gold tooth smiled after groping her behind.

"Excuse me, who the bloody petch think you are, love?" Avinasai hawked at the man.

"Eh, sexy one matey." The man said with a greedy smile. "Maybe love, ya could giv' me sum lovin'? Hm?" The man asked and took her by the arm. He waved a hand to two other men. Looked like his street thugs friends. "Or maybe, ya can fight yer way out?" Avinasai was desperate, she struggled as she was being pulled by the man with the gold tooth and the two guards following them. She tried reaching for her rapier, but the man's grapple was strong. This was something that she didn't think through at all.
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[The Blood Pits] Everything Isn't Black & White (Kreig)

Postby Kreig Messer on March 20th, 2018, 9:19 am

He didn’t know why he chose to go to the Blood Pits, funnily enough of all the areas he partook a fight or even just watching the Blood Pits was his least favorite. Oh he might have liked it once upon a time, but really he never the ‘to the death’ aspect of it and only partially because of the loss of life. Honestly he just saw it as a waste of good fight partners.

Yes yes, he realized his priorities were skewed morally but Kreig deep down did love his fights. It was as important to him as breathing and you can’t very well tell him not to breathe. He watched the fight from above and sighed internally in dismay. Excluding the fact that it was morally questionable, the fact was the smaller opponent was clearly outmatched by Pit Bull.

It bored him really and ultimately he let out a yawn. There was nothing to be learned from this fight, the clear gap in skill made that obvious with how quickly it all ended If he wasn’t going to enjoy a battle to the death Kreig at least wanted to learn a trick or two from it.

The next few battles did any better, and the longer he stayed the more Kreig felt disgusted by the whole situation. His morals finally getting the better of him as he decided to leave.

Scratching his neck he looked around the spectators, who all seemed to have enjoyed the match to a degree but Kreig was rather certain it was because blood was spilled and a quick coin was made Then his eyes fell upon an idiot up the stands who was harassing an admittedly attractive gal, then there were two more idiots who seemed to be approaching them.

Ah shyke, petch, an’ all them other words’ Came the thought, his bored eyes turning cold although the rest of his face maintained the façade of being a might bored. Of course, there was no missing the tightening of his fists.

Slipping from where he was, Kreig made his way. It was hard being a moral individual in sunnyside Sunberth, hard indeed. It was harder still when he saw a situation that, sometimes, pressed one of his morals so hard off the edge that it began taking laps inside his brain.

Slipping past the crowds, he began to follow close. Trouble was he couldn’t start the fight inside the pit, and he didn’t want to deal with the thugs mates if there happened to be more. No, he’d follow them to wherever lil’ hidey hole they thought to use to perform their dastardly deeds and…..

Well, there no need to say, was ther?
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Postby Avinasai on March 20th, 2018, 9:12 pm

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Avinasai struggled so much. Until one of the goons felt that it was necessary to disarm the woman. She regretted not bringing her dagger that she stole from the last man who had petched her. These men were desperate, and it seemed that they will legitimately don anything to get their fill for sex. Avinasai didn't like it, not one bit. Without a weapon, she wasn't able to fight. She didn't know how to use her hands, but she could try using her teeth. It was a perfect idea she thought, as she lowered her head and but the man's ear. He yelped and tossed her into the other two men behind him.

"Thomas and Jefferson. Make sure she doesn't get away. Hold her tight. Petchin' woman, what will it take for a man lik meh to have sex with a pretty gal like you? Hm?" The man was holding his ear, mumbling in curses. Thomas and Jefferson held onto Avinasai.

"You don't, you bastard. This is not how you treat a woman!"

"A woman like yerself? With a nice glass pendant, and a nicely combed hair?" Thomas smirked.

"You were askin' to be picked love." Jefferson added.

"Take her into our little hideout. In the back alley. I need to grab a rag to stop the bleeding.

"Maybe we should put her in a kennel?" Thomas snapped. The leader walked into one of the nearby buildings, and a few chimes later came out with a rag and a grin.

"Where were we?" The leader asked with an evil grin across his face. Avinasai was slammed up against the wall by Thomas and Jefferson. She could hear her nose cracking against the instant pressure of the wall. She felt lighter as her pants were quickly pulled from her waist and then felt lighter at the same time. However, she squirmed as her body was pressed against the cool brick. She kicked at the man, hoping to distract him.

"No you don't want me." Avinasai piped. "I'll give you a disease." Avinasai explained. However her words were panicked, and the men just continued along the process. She was unable to flee from this predicament and wondered if she was ever going to regret coming out again...
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Postby Kreig Messer on March 21st, 2018, 2:28 am

Kreig wasn’t a sneaky man, not in the following sense at least, and so them not noticing him on their tail struck as a tad ridiculous. What? Were they so desperate to force themselves on a woman that literally all sense of keeping a look out went out the petching window?


For Dira’s sake this was Sunberth! Oh sure you’d think with all the crime and lawlessness that people wouldn’t care but there were still a fair some who’d take umbrage. Also, this was the Den and there are some folks violent enough that wouldn’t mind taking over those three’s action if it meant having fun of their own and establishing dominance.

Kreig sighed, reasonably sure that he was far away that the low exhale of his breath would not be heard. Rubbing his forehead at the whole situation. He shouldn’t dally now, better dash in like the knight in shining armor before one of them actually sticks it in her.


Approaching the alley , he could hear the voices of the three and the voice of the struggling. Cold rage building up in him as he recalled what happened back in Syliras, of a similar situation he was too late to help in save get vengeance. While he did not know this woman, he would save her.


He quietly entered the alley, before raising his leg with his knees bent, then launching his foot forward and kicking down a rotten old barrel to let a loud audible slam emit through the room. Stepping in lazily, a glare on his features as he scratched the side of his head, his eyes falling on the three thugs one by one. Then on the attractive woman who was being forced of her garments.


Barely in time, barely. It would have to do.


“You lot are makin’ so much noise yer pissin’ me off” He began, his tone that of the annoyed random thug. It helped that his annoyance was related to his rage and thus quite easy to pull off “A fella wan’t to enjoy a day quietly an’ here I see are a bunch of louts who don’t ‘ave a lick of sense in their brain.”


He moved in closer, scratching his shoulder now so that they’d get a view of his studded gauntlets, the dry blood an ominous message “If I like it I might let ya stay breathin’ “
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Postby Avinasai on March 21st, 2018, 10:00 pm

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When Kritossed a barrel at Thomas, that was when the leader of the three realized that this man meant strength. It was a good thing he brought Jefferson with him. He thought that he could maybe, just maybe get a few thrusts, but that wasn't going to be enough, and he didn't have the time. He grabbed his sword from his waist, and withdrew it. Then whacked the hilt across Avinasai's head, causing her to fall unconscious without it being Lethal. He wanted her, and if he had to drive a blade through this stranger; so be it.


"You can toss a barrel, but can yet world a sword mate?" The leader asked through a snarl. He looked back at Avinasai's unconscious body that was on the ground. He growled at her for her being so pretty. Thomas stood up from the barrel distraction and he and Jefferson pulled out their blades as well.

"Aye boss, we can take him!" Said Thomas as he was bouncing on his toes and smiling wickedly at Krieg. Jefferson was ready. He went first for the impuslive swing at Kreig, and then Thomas flanked Krieg, so they were coming at Kreig from both sides going in for a swing. While the boss stood back waiting for an opening.

Avinasai was on the ground, her lower half of her body still exposed. If she had the chance, she would run. But, since she can't think or react; her unconscious body is definitely going to be laying on the ground. Exposed.
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Postby Kreig Messer on March 24th, 2018, 3:25 am

Evidently these chaps don’t go to Tall Johnny’s, otherwise they’d have realized how bad an idea it would have been to get into a fight with him. Or maybe they did, and simply saw that since Kreig had only faught barehanded those times wouldn’t possibly know how to deal with armed opponents. Either way they were in for a rude awakening.

His eyes were on Thomas and Jefferson, not that he knew their names, they drew their blades. Thomas struck first as Jefferson moved to flank. Smart of ‘em to spread out, but Kreig was used to fighting superior numers. It was one of the ways he kept himself entertained when he went out looking for fights.

Kreig grinned in response to Thomas’s wicked smile, telling him in no uncertain terms that the chap was definitely done for as Kreig stepped in to close the distance, left hand raising fast in an open hand to quickly and firm grip Thomas’s wrist midswing. His other hand balling into a fist as Kreig’s hips rotated to deliver a solid hook, the weight of the gauntleted fist with studs making sure that more than a few ribs were hurt.

His right fist then gripped onto Thomash’s shirt, forcing him to spin with Kreig and placing him into the way of Jefferson’s slash, cutting down a brutal line into his back thus adding more to Thomas’s wounds. Kreig then pushed Thomas into his surprised comrade, forcing Jefferson to catch and hold his comrade upright lest he tumbled. Only for Kreig to take a step forward, weight upon his lead leg as he threw a straight punch to Jefferson’s face past Thomas’s head, cartilledge, teeth, and bone cracked as Jefferson fell with Thomas on top of him.

Kreig then reared about looking at the Boss with a blood thirsty smile on his face, a smoldering glare that was meant to convery that; yes, yes you did petch up you twit.

The boss took this instant to attack however with his own blade, Kreig reacted quickly as he sent his left fist forward in a jab, the studs of his gauntlets meeting the flat of the blade and knocking it out of its trajectory. His left fist jabbed again, but instead of striking it latched onto the Boss’s shoulder. Kreig grinned he as pulled him close, threw back his own head, then knocked his forehead into the Boss’s face, breaking his nose.

“I told ya didn’t I? Yer pissin’ me off?” Before the Boss could formulate a reply, Kreig grabbed him by both sides of his head and slammed the face onto his face. Once, twice, thrice, until the face was most definitely caved in and he allowed the form of the boss to fall.


Kreig scratched the side of his neck dispassionately as he looked at the corpse. His eyes wandered to grils unconscious form and he tsked again, she may not have been unharmed…. But at least it wasn’t to the point where he had to relive a memory. Walking closer he picked up her pants and set it gently beside her.

“I hope you aren’t too out of it” He thought as he placed a hand on her shoulder and began to nudge “Oy, wakey wakey, the nasty lil’ buggers ain’t standin’ no more. Hellloooo”
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Postby Avinasai on March 24th, 2018, 3:21 pm

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“Oy, wakey wakey, the nasty lil’ buggers ain’t standin’ no more. Hellloooo"

Avinasai stirred in her sleep. She thought she heard someone say something, but she didn't feel like getting up. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and her head was throbbing.

"Damn..." Avinasai mumbled under her breath, once her vision was cleared she did see the man standing before her. She sat upright, her bare bottom rubbing against the dirt. "You... you- saved me?" Avinasai furrowed a brow and rubbed her head. Seemed like a Knight in shining armor had come to her rescue, she was sure to make a note to never come back here again, well... at least not alone. She lifted her hand off of her head and inspected it. There was a faint scent of iron on her hands and her hand felt sticky. "Damn..." She muttered again, really hating those men who were about to rape her. Everything ended rather quickly. Or maybe it lasted longer? She didn't care she was just happy that someone had come to her rescue and she didn't have to have nightmares about rapes.

"Thanks love...." Avinasai smiled. She was searching around for her undergarments, after a few moments of maybe embarrassing her companion, she eventually found them covered in dust. She shook them off and put them on. Then her pants. "I- um...." Her words were jumbled as she was speechless. "Mind we get outta here, before more of em' show up?" Avinasai went to pick up her rapier. She searched the goons for any coins, and came up with three pouches. She tossed the biggest pouch to Krieg. "Maybe we can talk over some ale? Ale is good for the pain..." Eh worth a shot. "By the way, the name's Thorne, I sort of owe ya..."
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Postby Kreig Messer on March 24th, 2018, 3:49 pm

Kreig, being the gentlemen that he was, looked away from the gal as she fetched the other half of her attire. Being the gentlemen he was he couldn’t be so rude as to watch a woman, especially one who just experienced a harrowing situation, dress herself. In addition, it was all because he was a gentlemen and not do the fact that he himself had felt awkward about seeing the bottom half of a woman and was trying to stave off that awkwardness by looking away, spotting an interesting crack in the wall, and acting as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.


He turned to once she spoke again, scratching at his chin he pretended to ponder but nodded just as quickly “Yeah, I think the Pig Foot’s would be about the right place be. Probably grab a meal too” He made to catch the pouch, but had nearly fumbled it and so his other hand darted quickly as he bent forward to catch it a second time. Straightening quickly, he sighed and got a feel of the bag “Heh, and I’m thinkin’ the meal is on the trio ‘ere?” He jutted his chin at the dead boss before grinning in satisfaction, ignoring her words about her owing him “And my name’s Kreig”

“Well, off we go then”

It wouldn’t take too long to go from the Den to the Pig’s Foot, though Kreig would noticeably put a bit of haste in his step. His eyes would wander about, putting on a tough but bored face that was a bit of ‘I’m a bit bored’ and ‘want to try your luck?’ Hoping that bored confidence would keep other would be assailants away.


He hoped that they’d encounter nothing along their route, especially since the Den was so dangerous and so close to Daggerhand turf. Bad enough to deal with random gangers, worse to deal with a big gang and get on their shyke list. At least the Common’s where the Pig’s Foot was located was less dangerous to a degree in comparison, better a pickpocket than something along the lines of those three from before.

All in all, it was uneventful. Ultimately they reached the door of the Pig’s Foot and Kreig silently breathed relief as he looked to Thorne, tilted his head forward and said “After you then, I’ll watch your back”
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