Firmhanded_Daddy
reborn in flame
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“Give me another” She growled at the innkeeper. Now working on her third mug of ale she was impatiently waiting for her partner. She had picked the meeting place, a small inn on the outskirts of Daggerford known as “The Maiden’s Virtue”. The place was anything but virtuous and that was precociously why she picked it. She had two pieces of information about her partner on this little scouting mission, it was a man, and a Paladin. Oh, Paladin’s were a useful lot when it came to stopping undead and pulling swords out of her gut without taking the intestines with, but aside from that, they were far too prudish for her taste. Too many rules and rituals.
They usually followed some sort of God that demanded all these damned rules they had to follow. Bah! Tempus! Now that was a God! Who wouldn’t want to worship a God of battle? Well, to be fair she didn’t really worship him in any temples or anything, she did her worship on the battle field.
Now she was waiting for her partner to arrive so they could go scout out an increase in activity of Goblinoid creatures on the Trollbark forest. Supposedly there was a large host gathering, but the reports were unconfirmed, so Neverwinter put out the coin to the adventure guild for skilled warriors to scout the enemy, destroy them if possible, and if not report their numbers and disposition.
Most people steered clear of the large woman, she was a barbarian from a clan famed in Icewind Dale for being ferocious, quick to anger, and damned near impossible to kill. That was not to say that the sight of her wasn’t somewhat tempting if one could find a six-foot tall woman who’s sun dark skin only made her crimson hair flash brighter. The long mane of red was tied and gathered into braids to make it harder for the enemy to grab handholds of, but even still it made her look as if her head were on fire; it was a genetic trait among her people. Almost every one of them had the same color hair.
She wore a set of banded metal armor with leather reinforcement, not too heavy, it allowed her to move quickly and quietly if she chose to. It also hugged her frame quite well. She wore a strange axe on her back that was almost as tall as she was and had axe heads on either end of the haft. It was almost a hybrid between a pole arm and an axe. The thing looked terrifying and well used With four blades she could strike in any number of ways and use a good distance of reach to bring death to her enemies. There was something strange about the center of the haft however, there seemed to be some sort of joint.
Her body was clearly battle hardened, even through the armor an observer could see she was capable of extreme strength. The thick bands of muscle in her legs and arms were proof of that. She was not without a certain fierce and exotic sort of beauty. Her eyes were the color of ice, and she inherited a rather ample bust from her mother.
A man approached her and she thought that perhaps her partner was finally here. That hope was very quickly squashed. As she turned to look at the man who approached her he stared back in a bleary eyed drunken haze. ”Yer a big on aren’t ya. That’s all right, I like one I can get a little rough with. How much are ye?”
Those eyes could be so beautiful, or they could bear down the chill of the Dales of her homeland. Currently, it was the latter. She spoke it firmly once, after all, she did pick this place because it was full of prostitution just to ruffle the Paladin’s feathers. She didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to try to proposition her. “I am not a prostitute. If you do not go away little man I promise you will be pulling broken glass out of every orifice you have. I’m going to count to three and if you are not gone, things are going to start breaking, starting with you.”
He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Clearly, he thought she was just playing hard to get! Playing tough right? Wrong. She grabbed him by the shoulders as if she were going to pull him in for a kiss and instead she drove her head forward hard. She felt his nose shatter on her forehead and he fell back in shock. Unfortunately, he fell into a table of several other patrons who were playing a game of bones.
All three men got up, except the drunk who was trying to figure out why his nose exploded. Two of the three even drew short swords.
She laughed. “Now wonder you have to come to a whore house to get laid! Look at how small they are! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
The three men closed quickly, she didn’t draw the large axe on her back, it was too big for these close quarters, she had several throwing axes she could easily use as weapons, but these guys looked about as skilled as goblin whelps.
Sure enough, the first one lunged in and with timing and speed that could only come from years of experience she gripped his wrist before the thrust could reach her with one hand. She squeezed, twisted, and heard a pop. The sword fell lifeless to the floor. His wrist was a horrid ruin to look at, he would never wield a weapon again.
The other two men tried to use her diverted attention to attack. The unarmed man of all things jumped on her back and tried to put a choke hold on her. She contemplated ripping him off even as he started to squeeze at her airway. Instead, she twisted so the other man who was slashing the short sword was suddenly aiming at his fellow attacker, instead of her with as much of a laugh as she could manage while being choked out.
The man managed to pull his cut just enough to keep from seriously injuring the unarmed assailant. However, that was enough encouragement to let go of her. As soon as his feet hit the floor she threw her elbow out and smashed it against his skull. He crumpled like a puppet who had its strings cut. She looked down with a frown. “Hmmm is he dead? I didn’t intend to kill him.
The last man standing looked at her, finally registering just how far out of her league he was and he turned to start running. She finally drew a throwing axe from her belt. With precision and immense strength, she drew and hurled the axe in a fluid motion. The axe spiraled outward less than a foot from where the man was about to be. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
He froze in his tracks and looked at her like she had sprouted wings and horns. She covered the distance, and cleared a table in a single leap and landed next to him. Gripping him by the shoulder she patted him lightly. “You were smart enough to know when you were out matched. For that, I’ll give you a small reward. However, next time you decide to attack someone, either finish the job or gauge their strength better.”
She punched him in the stomach; hard. Then she filched his coin purse, and while palming it, used one hand to throw him out of the Inn. She walked back up to the innkeeper and handed him the coin purse. “For the damages.” And went back to drinking her ale.
They usually followed some sort of God that demanded all these damned rules they had to follow. Bah! Tempus! Now that was a God! Who wouldn’t want to worship a God of battle? Well, to be fair she didn’t really worship him in any temples or anything, she did her worship on the battle field.
Now she was waiting for her partner to arrive so they could go scout out an increase in activity of Goblinoid creatures on the Trollbark forest. Supposedly there was a large host gathering, but the reports were unconfirmed, so Neverwinter put out the coin to the adventure guild for skilled warriors to scout the enemy, destroy them if possible, and if not report their numbers and disposition.
Most people steered clear of the large woman, she was a barbarian from a clan famed in Icewind Dale for being ferocious, quick to anger, and damned near impossible to kill. That was not to say that the sight of her wasn’t somewhat tempting if one could find a six-foot tall woman who’s sun dark skin only made her crimson hair flash brighter. The long mane of red was tied and gathered into braids to make it harder for the enemy to grab handholds of, but even still it made her look as if her head were on fire; it was a genetic trait among her people. Almost every one of them had the same color hair.
She wore a set of banded metal armor with leather reinforcement, not too heavy, it allowed her to move quickly and quietly if she chose to. It also hugged her frame quite well. She wore a strange axe on her back that was almost as tall as she was and had axe heads on either end of the haft. It was almost a hybrid between a pole arm and an axe. The thing looked terrifying and well used With four blades she could strike in any number of ways and use a good distance of reach to bring death to her enemies. There was something strange about the center of the haft however, there seemed to be some sort of joint.
Her body was clearly battle hardened, even through the armor an observer could see she was capable of extreme strength. The thick bands of muscle in her legs and arms were proof of that. She was not without a certain fierce and exotic sort of beauty. Her eyes were the color of ice, and she inherited a rather ample bust from her mother.
A man approached her and she thought that perhaps her partner was finally here. That hope was very quickly squashed. As she turned to look at the man who approached her he stared back in a bleary eyed drunken haze. ”Yer a big on aren’t ya. That’s all right, I like one I can get a little rough with. How much are ye?”
Those eyes could be so beautiful, or they could bear down the chill of the Dales of her homeland. Currently, it was the latter. She spoke it firmly once, after all, she did pick this place because it was full of prostitution just to ruffle the Paladin’s feathers. She didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to try to proposition her. “I am not a prostitute. If you do not go away little man I promise you will be pulling broken glass out of every orifice you have. I’m going to count to three and if you are not gone, things are going to start breaking, starting with you.”
He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Clearly, he thought she was just playing hard to get! Playing tough right? Wrong. She grabbed him by the shoulders as if she were going to pull him in for a kiss and instead she drove her head forward hard. She felt his nose shatter on her forehead and he fell back in shock. Unfortunately, he fell into a table of several other patrons who were playing a game of bones.
All three men got up, except the drunk who was trying to figure out why his nose exploded. Two of the three even drew short swords.
She laughed. “Now wonder you have to come to a whore house to get laid! Look at how small they are! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
The three men closed quickly, she didn’t draw the large axe on her back, it was too big for these close quarters, she had several throwing axes she could easily use as weapons, but these guys looked about as skilled as goblin whelps.
Sure enough, the first one lunged in and with timing and speed that could only come from years of experience she gripped his wrist before the thrust could reach her with one hand. She squeezed, twisted, and heard a pop. The sword fell lifeless to the floor. His wrist was a horrid ruin to look at, he would never wield a weapon again.
The other two men tried to use her diverted attention to attack. The unarmed man of all things jumped on her back and tried to put a choke hold on her. She contemplated ripping him off even as he started to squeeze at her airway. Instead, she twisted so the other man who was slashing the short sword was suddenly aiming at his fellow attacker, instead of her with as much of a laugh as she could manage while being choked out.
The man managed to pull his cut just enough to keep from seriously injuring the unarmed assailant. However, that was enough encouragement to let go of her. As soon as his feet hit the floor she threw her elbow out and smashed it against his skull. He crumpled like a puppet who had its strings cut. She looked down with a frown. “Hmmm is he dead? I didn’t intend to kill him.
The last man standing looked at her, finally registering just how far out of her league he was and he turned to start running. She finally drew a throwing axe from her belt. With precision and immense strength, she drew and hurled the axe in a fluid motion. The axe spiraled outward less than a foot from where the man was about to be. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
He froze in his tracks and looked at her like she had sprouted wings and horns. She covered the distance, and cleared a table in a single leap and landed next to him. Gripping him by the shoulder she patted him lightly. “You were smart enough to know when you were out matched. For that, I’ll give you a small reward. However, next time you decide to attack someone, either finish the job or gauge their strength better.”
She punched him in the stomach; hard. Then she filched his coin purse, and while palming it, used one hand to throw him out of the Inn. She walked back up to the innkeeper and handed him the coin purse. “For the damages.” And went back to drinking her ale.