Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-10197675-20140701121907

Meanwhile out of the room and near the fire within the inn..

Wolfsgaurd quickly opened his weary eyes, as loud screams sounded from the room to his left. The Nord warily got up out of the chair he had been sat in for days as now he could see the chance to escape without the awareness of anyone around him as the inn appeared to be empty. However the screams from the maiden who helped him distracted his thoughts of which to escape. The Nord was drawn towards the room wanting to help the women who helped him. He looked at the front door of the inn; he then spun his head around at the door to his left as another scream sounded, Wolfsgaurd only had one choice within his mind, he knew he had to help the maiden, and so forth he started to slowly make his way over to the door.

Wolfsgaurd gently put his hand against the door trying not to make too much noise, as more screams erupted from the room. Pain still enshrouded the Nord, so he was weary with his movement. Wolfsgaurd closed his eyes, carefully planning out how he would deal with this barman within the room. The Nord then gently lifted the latch…

Enjoying every moment the Barmen lashed the belt at the back of the poor maiden again and again, drunk on power and authority.

The Barmen then bleated out, “Hahaaha, do you regret your corrupt actions now!

Within the barmen’s consuming lust for torment he failed to hear the door open from behind him, in which a vengeful Nord entered.

To Wolfsgaurd horror he watched as the barmen slowly flicked the belt back again ready to strike, but this time the strike was stopped as the Nord swiftly intervened by grabbing the barmen’s wrist, preventing him from lashing the belt again. The Nord then grabbed the other arm of the barmen twisting it around his back nearly breaking it.

Wolfsgaurd briefly hissed into the mans ear “Your wicked torment shall halter now!”

The Barmen dropped the belt to the floor, as the pressure from the Nords grasp was great. Wolfsgaurd then forced the barmen backwards a couple of steps, before thrusting him into the wardrobe at his side smashing him through the door, the barmen bellowed out in pain as fractures of wood lodged into his face from the door of the wardrobe and in weakness and cowardice the barmen fell to the ground whelping as blood smeared his face, the barmen then screamed “YOU FOUL FILTH, ” and within his anger Wolfsgaurd then grabbed the weak barmen by the throat and as he gritted his teeth he raised the wheezily man of the ground. The barmen felt his head nearly touch the ceiling as he was raised up high of the wooden floor and before he knew it he then felt himself being smash through a table that stood to the side.

After slamming the barmen through the table Wolfsgaurd tried to calm himself, he could feel his savage nature trying to break out, also he did not want a death on his hands. He then heard a quite anxious voice to his right, “could… you please unfasten these ropes”. Gradually calming down the Nord then went over to the maiden untying the rope that held her to the chair, he spoke whilst he untied the her.

“Join me, I need to get out of Ivarstead, the residents here despise me, I could tell it upon that barmen’s face*Wolfsgaurd then glared down at the barmen with a spiteful look, who was now slowly rolling around on the ground in agony* and the rest of his fellow chums” stated Wolfsgaurd. Without a real choice the maiden replied. “Well it’s not like I want to stay at this horrible inn, infested with foul drunken wrecks… so yes I will join you.”

After untying her Wolfsgaurd quickly made his way out of the inn, still feeing a heavy pain from the bear attack that took place a couple of days ago, the maiden followed the Nord from behind her back still souring with pain…