Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140827225436

When she finished her drink she pulled the scarf back up where it used to be. Before she had any chance to know what was going on she felt a presence behind her, and it was not a pleasant one. Suddenly the mood in the inn seemed to have become alot darker than before. The barmaids had taken cover behind a counter and the innkeeper kept his hand well within sight.

"Hand over all your gold, boy", growled the voice behind her.

Boy?

She slowly turned around just to be face to face with the local misfits. In front of her stood a stoic Nord male along with two Dunmer twin-brothers. Judging by the outfits of the latter she would guess that they were Camonna Tong or some other sort of Dunmeri crime syndicate.

"You daft, boy? Hand over your gold!"

"I am no boy", she replied calmly.

The big Nord smiled slyly. "Then we will be taking your gold and your maidenhood, girl."

The two Dunmers shrugged in agreement. Myling sighed and drew Gastbane.

The Nord backed away in feigned fear before he grinned a smile with too many gaps where there should have been teeth. "That's a nice toothpick you've got there, girl. But I have got a real weapon!"

He pulled from his back a greataxe the size of a teenage child and positioned it threatingly before her face as if he measured where he would strike first.

"You sure you want to die tonight, girlie? Why not just give us the gold and perhaps show the lads and myself a good time, and we will let you go safe and sound, eh? Come on, you know you would want..."

He didn't get much further in his slippery speech before the wood of Gastbane slammed against his left jaw, sending him flying across the room and smacking into the counter, knocking out an additionals set of teeth.

"Thew biwtch attwacked mew!" he slurred. "Kiwll herw!"

The Dunmer twins nodded and drew their swords. As one of them made a lunge towards her, she skipped with ease up on the table and responded with a violent kick against his chin. The other brother swinged his sword at her, yet she jumped over the blade with acrobatic precision and landed in front of him when there was an opening. She knocked the hilt of Gastbane straight down upon his sellion.

"The n'wah broke my nose!" yelled the Dunmer as blood started pouring out his nostrils.

When the first brother tried to get up from the kick she had given him before, she smacked him unconscious with the tip of the wooden sword. The Dunmer who was still covering his nose was met with a vicious trick as she put her leg between his and knocked him over and into the floor.

The Nord made another attack against her when he had come to his senses. He swung his axe against her in blind rage. She dodged it with ease and watched as he buried it deep inside the wooden table she had been sitting at. From the flying splinters and debris she caught her empty flagon, spun around and smacked him hard across his head. He tumbled dazed over his own destruction and laid unconscious on the floor together with his failed apprentices.

The rest of the guests and employees of the inn just stood still and silent, as if they were still trying to grasp just what had been going on and how by all the Divines, this strange girl could still be alive after such a violent encounter.

Myling bent over the knocked out brigands and took their gold. She had overstayed her welcome and would not spend the night here after all. She dropped some of the gold on the counter as compensation for the damage and then left.

"Thank you for your hospitality", she said with a muffled voice through her scarf as she went out through the door and into the night.