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Post by enchilada on May 10, 2019 23:06:19 GMT
There she was, meddlesome, termagant, Vim. She stood, broad-shouldered and imposing. Her arms were thick, in fact, she was built like a great big tree trunk. She shoved her hair off of her face, with a bloody-knuckled hand, as she loomed over her opponent. Someone had the unfortunate problem of their bouncer not showing up before Vim found a fight, and she could guarantee it wasn’t her, and it wasn’t the bartender, and it wasn’t the bouncer.
It was the scumbag on the floor.
She wiped up her bloody nose on her wrist, and shook her head.
Vim had a darkness in her eyes, for once, as she stared down the man below her. He was clinging on for thought, he was clearly about to pass out or start running, maybe both. He had a fresh black eye, and he wouldn’t grow his front teeth ever again, but most importantly, he wouldn’t bother another girl again, not as long as Vim stayed in his memory. That had been the problem, that was why Vim hadn’t fought for fun, but for the safety of the girl in the bar, and everyone else that this snivelling coward would ever be in the same room as from that point onwards.
She leaned down, fully aware of how her tail thrashed against the cobble and how her nostrils flared, how bestial she looked, how angry and ready she was to literally tear this man’s head off.
“Don’t you dare come talkin’ to any one lady ever again in this city, y’hear? An’ any place you visit after, jus’ remember, Vim is lis’enin’, an’ she is gonna make you feel jus’ like them purty things you scare enough t’cross the street, that gotta keep away from yer disgustin’ hands. Clear? Crystal!”
The tiefling grabbed the man by his shirt, and then slammed him on the ground one more time. She wiped some spit from her golden fang, and then she finally straightened up as she observed the absolute garbage can of a person do his best to get away before the big scary devil avenger reappeared.
Then, she focused on her surroundings. There were... people... around her... and...
“I can explain! I’s jus— don’t you tell no guards about this, it’s jus’ self defence!” She slurred, taking a quick sip from her hipflask. If she got in trouble, her brother would bail her out, for sure. But he’d still annoy her about it.
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Post by Alexecuted! on May 10, 2019 23:49:41 GMT
The tavern had the most unfortunate name of the Old Rats Pub, and it was, all appearances notwithstanding, a good place for a drink and to find work. That is, if one were to look past certain things such as piss beer, leering drunks, rumors of a haunting, and more problems that plagued it. One such problem was the criminal element, such as the woman sitting at the bar on a rickety wooden stool, her rear pressed against a stack of books. Alitranna was there to 'drink', meaning she was there to listen, to watch, and to pickpocket. Koffo, the barkeep, poured another flagon of beer for her and slid it forward.
She took a drink. The beer earned it's poor reputation, but it was better than the Cock's Ass down the street and the Dwarf expatriate and cartel pub a block over. Leaning back, her ankles locking on the struts of the stool, she rummaged through her bag for a deck of cards, attempting to entertain herself with probability and improving her pick-up game.
WHAM. A scuffle outside. A woman's voice, through the saloon-style doors, distinct just enough to pick up some key words. Don't you tell the guards about this- It's jus' self defense! A few drunks had gathered. Alitranna took a breath, stowed her cards, and dropped off the barstool. The gnome emerged through the crowd. She tossed a handful of coins at the drunks to disperse them, then approached the man that had been brutalized on the floor.
"I thought I told you not to prowl this street. I see you again, I'm taking the other one." She said matter of factly. The man stammered, barely coherent enough to speak, with his injuries and inebriation.
"The other what?"
Alitranna reached out, taking the man's right ear into her grasp, and with a flourish of her dagger, sliced through his earlobe, severing it with a clean cut. The man screamed, scrambling to his feet and darting away. Wiping her dagger clean on the hem of her pants, she turned, looking up at the battered Tiefling who'd been drinking. Flipping the earlobe in her hand, she tossed it into a darkened alleyway.
"You mentioned guards. There are no guards, not at this time of night in a place like this. Go inside, ask the bartender for a rag dipped in rotgut. Tell him the gnome asked for it, for your eye. And stop shouting. The folk around here would likely not be too thrilled for a tiefling woman causing trouble, no matter how good her intentions."
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Post by enchilada on May 11, 2019 8:19:40 GMT
Vim watched the gnome curiously, and then raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I think that was a bit far but.” She shrugged her big arms, then checked all the rings and piercings on her horns. “I do think that will work.” She smiled, happy to see someone clearly happy to help out when some kind of street pain was needed to remind idiots of their place.
Then Vim kneeled, and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Lovey, I ain’t need no purty girls tellin’ me what t’do t’clean up my face, alright? I’s got a few tricks you might not know of. And fer that reason only I’m gonna gives you the benefit of the doubt. By no means is this my first time at the game wher’ they’s think cause y’ain’t dressed like none of them is that yer inexperienced, but then you surprise em by bein a natchral. Ah no, not my first, not my last. I’m Vim, they call me Vim the Termagant for a reason, haha.”
She’d fixed her own face several times now. Vim took her hand back to straighten her nose, and, in the blink of some glowy magic touch, her face was perfect again. Well, not perfect, but in perfect condition. Vim had heavy features, not ugly, but not outstanding. Definitely not perfect.
“I do ‘preciate yer thought though! What’s yer name, sweetheart?”
Vim had tried to lower her voice, she really had, but she’d certainly grown up in a very loud house. She was known for her booming voice, her loud personality, and getting into scrapes. That was pretty much all she was ever known for, even as a child. Other than being a little bit weird. But she wasn’t weird now, of course, just not-fancy. Vim was happy to be comfortable in her own tattooed skin.
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Post by Alexecuted! on May 11, 2019 15:07:12 GMT
Alitranna reached up, gently taking the hand off of her shoulder. The woman said, more or less, she didn't need advice, but appreciated the help. Perhaps she was put off by the ear chopping. The gnome had given the man a warning, this one too many times caught leering and getting handsy with the bar girls, others getting rough with the prostitutes. Ali had a method of dealing with men of that variety. A missing ear marked them forever for what they were, and only the stupid earned that prize.
Her cheeks inflated with a breath, exhaled heavily. Was she going to give her real name? "Littleknight. Try to keep order around here with a few of my goodfellows." Her alto voice had a flat register, disaffected by her emotions, as if she were reading the news or weather. "I don't chop off ears often, for the record. He caused trouble more often than not and I gave him warnings in the past."
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Post by enchilada on May 11, 2019 15:33:08 GMT
“Oh Li’lknight, you cute thing, you! I’s from roun’ here. You ain’t never heard of no big fightin’ lady called Vim? Who’s always gettin’ in trouble and whatnot but never ends up wit’ her ass in jail? Well, yer in fer a treat and a half!” She declared, hand on her chest. Vim seemed pretty proud of that, all things considered. The tiefling was, in her little village on the outskirts of the city, known for being a friendly face, a helping hand, good with kids and full of smiles. In the city? She was all those things, and a bag full of trouble.
Vim paused for a moment, then pulled down her shirt. It was clearly designed not to hide everything, but she was worried it had ridden up too far. “Say, you ain’t lookin’ to drink wit’ nobody, are you? I’d be happy to buy a round first! Unless you’re up fer goin’ on a walk someplace, I’ll tell yous now, I’m more int’rested in jus’ havin’ a li’l talk, Li’lknight. You seem like yous got some stories.”
She considered a moment longer, than added, with some haste, “I’s got ‘em too, if you want.”
Vim had plenty of stories. Ones of bar fights, and weird happenings at the ranch, and all the times she had helped people, whether that be on the road or if they’d specifically asked for someone big and strong with weapons and armor to go fix a problem.
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Post by Alexecuted! on May 12, 2019 22:09:36 GMT
"I normally drink alone." The woman looked away as the taller woman adjusted her shirt. "But I do like a good story. Inside, at the bar." She motioned to follow. She made her way through the saloon-style doors of the tavern and paced her way inside, taking up her seat and giving a subtle glare at the bartender, before she turned, waiting for the Tiefling.
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Post by enchilada on May 14, 2019 13:50:30 GMT
“Sure thang.” Vim smiled, then watched Littleknight make her way back inside. Traipsing inside, careful of her horns, Vim took up her seat next to the gnome. She leaned on the bar with her elbow, still beaming.
“So, what’s yer kinda story you’s wanna listen to? I’s got a few. Fights, mos’ly, but we’s got loads o’kinds. Whatever it is that ya wanna be lis’nin’ ta.” She ruffled her own hair, then blew it out of her face. It was fluffy and light, but also unruly. It stuck up in some places, and in others, it was more flat. She rubbed her tattooed upper arm, the one with the blueish night sky and the moon and the beautiful elven woman with the amazing blonde hair, flowing in the wind.
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Post by Alexecuted! on May 16, 2019 13:14:52 GMT
Alitranna rubbed her eyes with her gloved hand, adjusting in her seat, before she took back her flagon from the bartender and took a seat. "How'd you get in Waterdeep? As far as I know, the only people that are born here and choose to stay are .. " She shrugged a shoulder. "You know." She clicked her tongue.
"Apart from nobles."
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Post by enchilada on May 19, 2019 16:35:14 GMT
Vim laughed, hearty. She threw her head back, narrowly avoiding gouging someone on her horns.
Whoops.
“I live on a farm down th’trail, o’course! Ah— iss fun in Waterdeep, plus, I got myself banned from th’local pub fer gettin’ in too many barfights, if you get me? Oh, it were a good night! ‘Cept... can’t drink near home now! Haha! My brother’s a guard here too, so we’s walk to and frum t’gether.”
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