"Wilfred, keep the others behind me that I hear moving busy while I deal with this half-bred, half mind, miscreant of malicious intent…”
“I can do that,” Wilfred says as he draws what looks to be an extremely sharp sword from the scabbard at his waist while freeing a horn with the other hand.
“Whos youz callin’ a miks… cree… a … WHOS YOUZ CALLIN’ NAMES PIPSQUEEK!
The few patrons in the establishment start to move hesitantly around the pair of adventurers. Their obvious reluctance is a sign that most if not all have been intimidated into this action by the rough-looking half orc blocking the door.
Wilfred raises the horn to his lips and lets loose a thunderous blast. The sound washes out into the room causing everyone but our two adventurers intense pain. Two of the four men surrounding the pair fall to the floor. The other two back away hurt and knowing magic is at work. “Edgar, I don’t think we want to mess with these two,” says one of the still upright thugs.
The half-orc bellows in pain from the blast and yells out, “I sayz when weez messes wit people not YOU!”
Delmar grabs the front of the tunic of the half-orc with his left hand. His belt flares with magic as he lifts him into the air. Edgar looks suddenly shocked that his feet are no longer touching the ground. Delmar’s right hand still holding the Dwarven Axe comes around and bashes Edgar’s head with the flat of the blade. As Delmar release his hold the half-orc slides down to the floor unconscious. With his back still to the doorway and in a heap on the floor, Edgar looks like a pile of old, used kitchen rags.
Wilfred, pointing with his sword, says to the two remaining would be larcenists, “Any more of you want to play?” He slowly and purposely advances on the two frightened scallywags, a look of impending death in his eyes.
“Hold, Wilfred! These men are no longer dangerous to us.”
“Delmar, you’re taking all my fun away. I wasn’t going to hurt them, much.”
Noticing the bartender collapsed on the floor, Delmar walks over to her and touches her on the shoulder. A silent prayer to Pelor heals the damage she sustained from the horn. Meanwhile Wilfred is browbeating the ambulant men into restraining the half-orc before he awakens. “Move you dogs. Tie him up before I remove select body parts from you.”
“Are you okay Miss?” Delmar asks the maid as she stands and leans against the bar.
“Yes,” she says, “I feel much better. You’re a paladin aren’t you?”
“You are correct. I am Delmar and I have the honor to serve Pelor in that capacity.”
“I’m Jenny and I thought you were as I’ve had healing such as you gave me once before. I am glad you stood up to Edgar. The local men have not been strong enough to deal with him and this town was starting to turn nasty.”
Wilfred walks up to the pair sheathing his sword. “What do we do with sleeping beauty over there trussed up like a Yule tide turkey?”
Jenny pauses, thinking about what to do with the half-breed for the first time since the end of the tussle. “We have a good blacksmith so we could always chain him up.”
Wilfred nods and says, “A good idea. Chain him up and make him work off any debt he has acquired with his thieving and extortion. Beware of him escaping as his kind are innately evil. He will turn on his captors if he has the chance. “A smile comes to Wilfred’s face as he continues, “You might seriously consider castrating him. That would take the fight out of his malodorous hide.”
Jenny looks shocked for a moment. Delmar smiles at Jenny while shooting a quick disapproving look at Wilfred. “Do not worry Jenny; I am sure Wilfred was only kidding.”
With a completely unconvincing smile Wilfred says, “Sure, kidding… but, If he gives you any trouble Jenny, I am sure you know more than a few farmers that are good with a docker."
“I think I can keep him in line. He was always grabbing and pinching me so I know he wants me. I will keep him chained. In more ways than one,” Jenny says with a distinctly knowing look in her eyes. “If I cannot charm him into submission I’ll let him watch what the farmers do to their sheep.”
“It looks like we have an expert in manipulation here Delmar,” Wilfred says. “I am almost beginning to feel sorry for the bloke; Almost.”
As Wilfred and Delmar leave the bar and continue their journey west they fall into a banter that seems to fit them like an old cloak.
Their voices growing softer in the distance as they leave the tavern;
“Squashing all my fun…”
“Your ideas of fun sometimes disturb me Wil…”
You can't fix stupid but you can TPK it.
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