[SS Tavern]Games and drinks[OPEN, and others from thread]

by **Scezha** on March 7th, 2011, 3:50 pm

So he DID have the deck. Thank goodness. Scezha wouldn't know how to explain the game to both of them if they don't have the cards. Scezha carefully held the deck in his right palm, feeling its antiquity just form the look and weight of it. It was an old deck, alright. One with a red trimming around the edges. Considering how Sir Robert kept the deck inside his pocket, along with his blades, Scezha can only hope these red trim doesn't come from blood.

"Well, let's play then. I'll be the house. All non-numbered cards are considered to have the value of ten, with the exception of an ace which is just one." Scezha holds the deck in-between his two palms, then shuffle it slowly. He didn;t want to make a new mark on this ancient item. But before he can deal the card, something interrupts him.

A loud noise, a loud banging noise, stops Scezha's shuffling hands. A patron a few tables behind him just shout a heavy complaint about the tavern, the drinks, and the barmaids. He throws out three or four threatening line to the nearest barmaid and even got his fellow drunker on the same table to squeals and slips away on all four.

Put it simply, he's drunk. And nobody seems so eager to stop him from his rampage. Not even his friends. Scezha let out a sigh. Can't he have a peaceful first day on at least one city? It seems like discontent people always follows him wherever he go.

The drunk guy begins his rampage. Throwing curses and tables all around the place. Wood splintering and women screaming all over the place. The tavern owner yells at two bouncers near the table, but both of them doesn't seem like they can do much. the drunkard was almost one and a halve their size!

Scezha himself make a swift and quick decision. He held the deck of card firmly in his hand and quickly run for cover behind one of the wooden pillars supporting the tavern. Fighting was never one of his forte, and facing someone this huge could mean joining the dead sooner than he wanted.

"Gentlemen?" He stares at his two new acquiantances. "Seems like we've got a little 'tavern situation' here. Pity the ale was too good for that man." The fight and screams now doesn't stay with that one man. Others have join in with the bouncers trying to calm him, but they only made more angry patrons than they calmed down.

"Truly, the ale was too good for them." He stares slowly at the ceiling, the ghost up there stares back at him. "Don't tell me... you want a part in this too?"

[OOC: I just made the fight. Sorry it's not too perfect, but it's a start.]

by **Reaver** on March 10th, 2011, 9:16 am

((Sorry for the delay.))

Having finally relaxed, Reaver began to absorb the information involved in the cards. It didn't last, as with the heavy shouts Reaver once again finds himself on the defense, and sees a very angry man. As he tried to relax, noticing the man wasn't angry at HIM, the intensity of the room grew larger. As he looked to his companions for their reactions, only to find one now somewhere else.

Scezha then commented "Seems like we've got a little 'tavern situation' here. Pity the ale was too good for that man."

The man looked to the ceiling and seamed to speak afterward, religious? No matter. Making his decision, Reaver looked around the room, to find there was no way to readily make his way to the exit unopposed. Not a fortuitous turn of events. He was in a booth in the corner, however. Perhaps, less of this fighting would take place in this far corner. Reaver sat back to the corner seat, as far as he could get to the back. He sat there debating to flee, or try and wait it out.

"Maybe he didn't order good enough ale, he's still standing. I fear our drinks may be delayed, if not forgotten completely." His Nuit nature stood out quite well with his comments, as no emotion went into them. "Do we wait this out, or leave without our water?"

by **Robert Cithon** on March 10th, 2011, 5:38 pm

Robert was listening intently to Scezha explain the game. It sounded simple enough.And he was looking forward to playing. A nice game of cards was always relaxing to him, and it seemed to help him clear his head from troubling thoughts. And he had many of those lately. So he found himself listening and smiling at the same time, eager to experience the new game.

Only his excitement was ruined. A patron who could not hold his ale was lashing out a everyone around him. His friends seemed to shy away from him also. He must be the kind who abuses them also, the must only stick around because his size and the safety he offers when sober and calm. None the less, the bouncers seemed to be having trouble “convincing” the man to calm down or leave.

After a few more shouts the real show began. The man stood up and flung his table into the crowded room. Shouts of pain and anger followed his actions. Now the bouncers really had a situation on their hands. They had a man of gigantic size to qualm and now half a room of pissed of drunks. And once they couldn’t take their anger out on the target, everyone would become a target.

His companions left Robert where he sat. He stayed a few moments longer before walking over to the where they were avoiding the situation at. He laughed a little at Scezha’s remark about the drunk not handling his ale well. It was true, and also one of the reasons Robert never drank and usually avoided taverns. But when Reaver asked if they were leaving Robert’s face grew a little impatient. “Wait of leave? No, we do neither.” A smile crept across his face now. He truly loved the thrill of fighting. “We brake some heads my friend” Robert began walking into the direction of the huge man. Robert was not a giant man, he had a good size to him. But the closer he got to the trouble maker, the smaller he felt.