Off to see the prince

[Brad the Inhaler]

The watch escorted Sven up through the West side to the Palace gates, there they stopped and called out one of the Palace guards. One hurried out, his scalemail causing him to look slightly like advocado.
"Halt Senies. You aint getting through here."
The watchmen sighed and pushed the dwarf out in front of them.
"We were told to escort this dwarf to the prince, bad luck you Palo fuckers!"
The four watchmen fled the scene, leaving Sven where he was.
"What business do you have here dwarf?"
The guard walked over to Sven and studied him.

[Grumbaki]

Sven at his manacles and then looked up at the man and glared at him.

"Fook if I know. All I know is that I get off me ship after me employer fooks me over. A pair o' lads attack me and I killed 'em, fair n' square. Then I go to get a drink and one o' ye soldiers say I comitted murder. He then attacks me friend so I hit 'em, a fair warning. A good ole' fashioned bar room brawl breaks out and I be knocked out, again, fair n' fair. Then all o' the sudden those lads come, say that the prince wants to see me...and to top it all off they took me gold and they took me knuckles." He looked down at his feet and muttered something about them being a gift from his father, followed by a curse in Khazalid.

[Brad the Inhaler]

The guard stared blankly at Sven as he rambled on in his thickly accented tone. He continued to stare at the dwarf for a while after he'd finished, trying to decipher what he'd just been told. After a few moments he walked over to the gatehouse and called inside.
"Get Smelik."
The guard walked back over to Sven and watched him, a couple of times he looked as though he was going to speak but then thought better of it. After a while a burly dwarf with a long, greyin beard tucked into his belt came out yawning, he walked over to the other guard.
"What yeh want Alfie!?"
Alfie pointed at Sven.
"Work out what he wants, can't understand a word he says."
Smelik smiled and Sven and wandered over to him, he grabbed him by the shoulders and smacked his head against Sven's, stepping back he grinned at him.
"Smelik's da name, what business have yeh 'ere?"

[Grumbaki]

Sven shook his head and grinned, happy to see another dwarf. From his accent the greeting he guessed that the dwarf had norse origins, but his accent must have been long erased.

"By Grungni, its good to see another o' the Dawi. I be Sven and I dunnae know what the fook is goin' on. I get off me ship and two men attack me. I bash their fookin' grobi lovin' heads in, aye? Well some soldier lad says that I comitted murder. I offer to give the goods I took from their bodies back to their clan, but he jus' looks at me funny. A friend o' mine tries talkin' to him and he attacks him! Well I do the only thing any dwarf can do, I knock 'is arse down! Ach! Then a good ole' fashion brawl breaks out. His lads pull me down and throw me in jail. Then I'm pulled out, chained up and told that the prince wants to see me. Odd, eh? Why would a prince see me? Is his father busy?"

[Brad the Inhaler]

Smelik's grin broadened as he heard the story.
"Sounds like yeh gave 'em a good arse kickin'. I know ther' a hella lot of fun but tis frowned 'pon 'ere. You jest wait 'ere a moment."
Smelik turned round to face Alfie and spoke in a much more human accent.
"He says the Prince asked for him to be escorted up here to see him, we best take him to Airinal."
Alfie nodded and walked into the gate house, he rang a bell before walking back outside as the gates began to open.
"You take him up Smelik, I can't leave my post or understand a word he says."
Smelik smiled and turned back to Sven.
"Follow me young'en, you're off teh see the head of dis umgi place."

[Grumbaki]

Sven beamed a smile at the dwarf. Perhaps he would see the king after all. The only human rulers he had ever seen were chieftens from Norscan tribes, but he had a feeling that this man would be different. Perhaps he would be like a dwarven king? Thoughts of employment followed by mountainous piles of gold and silver played through his mind. And ale. Sven decided that if he was going to fantasize then he might as well have ale in it too. And wenches! Sven hurried up to follow the dwarf, moving as fast as his manacles would allow him too.

[Brad the Inhaler]

Smelik lead Sven through the wide gates and into the palace grounds, they crossed through many gardens, abundent with flowers and insects. They passed by the gazebos and pagodas that dotted the gardens, the occassional sound of a lute drifting from inside. At last they reached the front doors of the palace, Smelik pushed one of the thick iron doors open and stteped inside, he strode up to a small desk beside the door behind which a skinny, young human sat.
"Send for Airinal, I've got a dwarf here for the Prince."
The human leant back and pulled one of many lengths of string behind him, a faroff bell gave a little tinkling.
"He'll be with you momentarily."
Almost as soon as he had finished speaking an elf wearing a long green robe came down the large stairway that partially filled the hall, he walked over to the two dwarves, his nose turned up slightly.
"Is this the one his majesty wishes to speak with?"
He jerked a thumb at Sven, Smelik nodded and clapped Sven on the shoulder.
"Seeya laddie, this elgi will take yeh to the king."
With that Smelik turned and left the Palace. The elf sneered at Sven for a moment before speaking.
"Come with me."
With that the elf turned around and began to walk up the stairs.

[Grumbaki]

Sven nodded and followed the elf. He didn't even glare at the elf, he just looked at him with distaste. He was not an Imperial dwarf, and the wars against the elves had largely left the Norse holds unaffected. Since the first war against chaos the norse dwarfs had been isolated from their southern cousins and had been spared much of the warfare that engulfed the dwarven realms. Sven saw elves not so much as oath breakers, more as weak and frail beings who couldn't hold their ale and who jealously guarded the ocean as if it belonged to them. Like all dwarfs he had a distaste for them, but not to the extent of his southern cousins.

Sven took one look back at Smelik, waved good bye and followed the elf. As he walked his absent mindidly rubbed his wrists which were covered by the manacles. The manacles were obviously made for someone with much thinner wrists and they were incrediably uncomfortable.

[Brad the Inhaler]

Airinal lead Sven up many, many flights of stairs and down many, many corridors untill finally they were upon a grandly decorated open floor. There was a large red carpet covering the floor and many rich tapestries and statues were spread around the walls. There was a single set of double-doors in the far wall opposite the stairs which were guarded by a pair of men dressed in full plate armour and carrying halberds, which they were leaning on as they played a gambling game with their fingers. They suddenly snapped to attention and stood up straight as Airinal approached however, and they shifted nervously at having been caught fooling around. Airinal turned round to the dwarf.
"Please, be seated, his majesty shall be with you momentarily."
The elf gestured to a long couch that sat along one wall before walking over to the door. He knocked on it twice before entering, he shut the door behind him with a click. The pair of guards began sniggering at Sven as he sat down and one of them began to sing a song.
"Why do dwarves have long beards, have long beards, have long beards, why do dwarves have long beards my good friend Charlie?"
The other guard chuckled and sang the next line.
"It's because they have no balls, have no balls, have no balls, it's because they have no balls, my good friend Bobby."
The song carried on like this, becoming more and more insulting as it went.

[Grumbaki]

Sven listened to the song and his face went red with anger, which was quite a sight when that went along with his bright yellow beard. He suddenly yelled out incoherently in rage and attempted to rip his bonds apart just with his strength alone.

ooc: Well, I guess a strength test would be in order here. Straight up that would be a 60% chance to break the bonds. Of course that is not all that is involved. As this involves breaking metal bonds a penalty should be involved. How about something like 25%? This would mean that an average human (S3) would only have a 5% chance of breaking free like this (which would indicate that the manacles were likely flawed in some way). But as Sven is very, very angry, I would propose giving him a 5% bonus to this test. Overall this would give Sven a 40% chance of actually breaking free from his manacles. I don't think that this is unreasonable, considering that he is literally stronger than any normal human or dwarf could hope to be.

If Sven breaks free he will charge headlong at the guards, attacking the singing guard with all of his attacks (2, one for each fist), and he will not stop until either he or the guard is incapacitated. Should the guard go down, he will surrender.

Should Sven fail to break free he will still charge. I know that he will be at a huge disadvantege (fighting armed guards with his hands bound together) but he will do his best (hopefully he will be able to headbutt the singing guard in the balls and then choke him to death with the chains of his manacles; but I suspect that he would be sooner run through by six feet of steel).

So yeah, whatever happens Sven is going to charge headlong into armed guards, in the middle of the palace, within earshot of a small army of elite soldiers, completely unarmed. [sigh] Such is life when your character is notoriously stupid, short tempered and extremely violent. Lets see how this goes!

(Final note: Should you deem it necessary to kill Sven, I will not hold it against you and there will be no ill will. That song was fair play and shows the racist tensions in the town. Sven's death would just go to show how that plays out. Besides, should he survive this and fail to really hurt that guard then he will have to become a slayer anyways.)

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: Aye, that all sems fair. He's bound at the legs aswell, I'll give you a 20% chance to break free of them with a 10% bonus if you free your hands. Also, I'll allow him to use the snapped chains as fist weapons since he has the skill.
*clatter of dice*
Sven just manages to break free from his wrist chains. He then manages to break free from his ankle chains and he charges the guards.

Round 1:
Sven Hits Guard 1's left leg for 0 damage
Guard 1 is surprised so misses turn.
Guard 2 (-1 A for taking up Halberd) Hits Sven's right arm for 6 damage.
Round stats:
Sven=1 wound
Guard 1=11 wounds
Guard 2=11 wounds.

After this first round of combat Airinal and the Prince rush out at the sound of combat, the two guards put there halberds to Sven's throat and await orders.

[Grumbaki]

ooc: How is it 0 w for him hitting him in the leg?

Guard= T 4, AP 2

Sven= S 6, +1 for strike mighty blow, +1 for street fighter lvl 2 with fist weapons

So sven rolls a 1 to wound. That is 9 W. Then minus 6 for the guard's toughness and armor and he still did 3 W.

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: These guards have ap4 (full plate), and I didn't notice that Sven had those skills, sorry, he does 1 damage to his leg. Still doesn't change how the fight comes out though

[Grumbaki]

ooc: It just makes me feel better

IC: Sven ran right at the guards with an incoherent yell of rage. With his chains wrapped around his hands he punched the guard who had just been signing in the side of the leg. Due to the man's full plate armor, the punch went from being a bone splitting blow to a minor incoveniance. Still, the elaborate plate armor did dent under the blow and the force knocked the guard down to the ground. The other guard reacted quickly and swung the end of his halberd like a staff. The weapon hit Sven under his right arm. The hit hard and knocked Sven to the ground with it's force. No major damage was done, but a very large bruise was left behind. The guard put the blade of his halberd to Sven's throat. For a long moment they glared at each other. The other guard got to his feet and added his blade to his comrade's.

A door flew open and both Airinal and the Prince came out. Sven turned his head to look at them, and a bead of blood was drawn on his throat as the blades didn't move an inch to acomodate him. (Cl test passed, int test failed). He angrily said "One o' ye be the prince? Ye fookin' guards are nothin' but cowards and dregs-" He was interupted by one of the guards. "Shut up you damned Stuntie or by Morr's bones I'll slit your filthy throat!" (int test passed!) Sven looked up at the guard, it was the same one whom he had attacked. Even he had to admit that he was at a disadvantage here, one that he wouldn't be able to fight his way out of. He held back his tongue and simply glared at the man. If looks could kill then instead of being covered in the metal of his full plate, he would be surrounded by the wood of a coffin.

[Drasanil]

[OOC: I hope this don't last too long... Sven has a drinking contest to get to ]