Getting something to eat

[Grumbaki]

Sven and Anruil made their way to the market place, it wasn't too hard to find. Already the merchants were out in force selling their wares. A number of them were selling food products of dubious quality. Sven moaned and held his head, his hangover was pretty bad and all the shouting from the merchants wasn't helping.

"Ach, elfling, lets jus' find something to eat, aye? How 'bout that lad o'er there selling the meat on a stick?" He pointed at a rather fat merchant who was selling very well cooked meat, it was impossible to tell from which animal they had come from.

[Drasanil]

Anruil shuddered inwordly at the thought of meat on a stick, but then again knowing humans that was probably the closest thing to fine food he could afford at the time, resigning himself to the fact he'd have to live like a dwarf for the forseable future, he sucked it up and tried not to breath with his nose. [glow=darkblue,2,300]"Indeed that sounds... delightfull Sven, at this point I'm willing to try most anything."[/glow] the elf stated cautiously hoping against hope the meat would be tolerable.

[Grumbaki]

Sven and Anruil walked up to merchant. Sven looked up at him and said "Ach, how much manling?"

[Brad the Inhaler]

"Piss of dwarf! I aint serving you or your elf girlfriend!"
The young lad spat down into the dwarf's face and wheeled his little cart with it's little oven away from the pair over to where a small crowd was gathering.

[Grumbaki]

Sven was in no mood to be talked down too. His face flushed red and he slipped on his knuckle dusters. With a roar of rage he launched himself at the lad...

ooc:
Normal human stats with pedlar skills...

Sven charges. Cl test failed and he turns to flee.
Sven hits (27-body). 5 rolled to wound. 5+6(strength)+1(mighty blow)+1('dusters)+1(frenzy)-3(tougness)=11 wounds. The merchant had 7. Critical 4. 62 rolled. Critical 16. He is dead, dead, dead.

IC:

The man turned to flee from the dwarf but was far too slow. Sven smashed a fist into his turned back, smashing into his spine. His spine shattered under the blow, sending bits of bone fragment into his internal organs. He fell to the ground and lay still, he had already passed out from the pain. Simply put even the most experienced healer couldn't save him now. Sven took off one of his knuckle dusters and grabbed one of the sticks of meat. Uncaring about who had seen what happened he started to eat his breakfast.

[Drasanil]

Anruil chuckled ever so slightly at the site of the dwarf's mindless violence, even though he knew better then to simply attack people who insulted you seeing his friend Sven smash apart the little brat was quite funny all things considred. What an idiot! you'd think it was common knowledge not to anger a dwarf... especialy one like Sven, when will these silly humans ever learn. the elf thought to himself as he walked over to the cart and smelled some of the meat, for a few minutes he struggled to find a piece that wasn't a foul as the human who made and as luck would have it he found something... it seemed to be a small slab off beef on stick and from the smell of it it had yet to spoil.

[glow=darkblue,2,300]"My thanks for the breakfast Sven."[/glow] the elf stated joyously just before biting into the meat, which tasted suprisingly tolerable...

[Brad the Inhaler]

The crowd parted as they heard the sound of combat behind them and they all gasped and some fled the scene. A group of five watchmen pushed their way through what remained of the crowd and rushed over to Sven, they were lead by Jason Reeves and one of the was the clerk from the night before, he carried a stack of paper under one arm. The other watchmen drew their swords and began to fan out slightly, Captain Reeves remained where he was but frowned at Sven.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the same pair of bastards we've been searching for. I knew I shouldn't have let you go last night. Arrest the pair of them!"
The watchmen closed in on the pair, ready for a fight.

[Grumbaki]

Sven slipped his knuckle duster back on and squared off for a fight. He glacned over at Anruil, ready to take his cue from him. He hated the man in front of him, but he was ready to let the elf try to talk his way out of it.

[Drasanil]

Anruil looked at the group of watchman, he seemed hardly shocked considering what happened last night, though he had assumed brawls were common place in all human towns. [glow=darkblue,2,300]"What for my good captain? I don't believe we have comitted any crimes last night... after all bar brawls must be rather common."[/glow] Anruil inquired innocently as he took another bite of meat and looked at the watchmen advancing.

[Brad the Inhaler]

The watch captain snarled at Anruil.
"Stay out of this, woman! The pair of you have commited several crimes, including, but not limited to, Murder, Petty theft, Disturbing the peace and destruction of public and private property."
The captain had taken out a small notebook from which he read these crimes, putting it away when he had finished his snarled at the pair again.

[Drasanil]

Anruil looked at the captain with a puzzled look on his face, he remembered brawling with the drunks and killing one when he tried to stun him but that was hardly anything close to murder as for the theft he had no idea what the man talked about, although he did very well understand disturbing the piece... it had been a fairly big brawl after all.

[glow=darkblue,2,300]"I suppose we did disturb the peace, which is quite understandable under the circumstances.... but as for the other charges I have no idea what you're talking about, I have murdered no one... not that I can remember any ways."[/glow] Anruil continued as he finished up his breakfast, he simply stood there looking at the captain with a puzzled look...

[Grumbaki]

Sven looked down at the man at his feet. He shrugged and looked at the clerk with hate in his eyes. "I did. He insulted me and thus tarnished me honor. Either I took the bastich down or I would have to seek out me own death. The same goes for those lads in the tavern. Now, for what happened in Morgaan's temple, most o' those deaths were nay done by me, but I did kill that bloody finger waggler and his apprentices. I did nay anythin' wrong and I am nay commin' with ye. Ye are a liar, a snotling fondler who disobeys his orders, has nay respect for his prince or his captain an' who cannae do anythin' without armed men protectin' his arse."

[Brad the Inhaler]

The clerk whimpered under the dwarf's gaze and began to back away, he stopped in his tracks as the captain turned and glared at him. He feared the dwarf because he might kill him, but he feared the captain more as he might keep him alive. The captain turned back to face the group and sighed.
"Right, that's enough talk. Get 'em boys!"

OOC: Post your reactions and then I shall roll it all up.

[Grumbaki]

Sven roared in hatred and rush towards the clerk, ignoring everyone else. He had a single minded desire to rip the man apart.

He reached the man with a speed that took everyone off guard, as he moved faster than most dwarfs and hit the man full force. The two fell to the ground and he proceeded to smash his fists into his head. Two blows later the clerk's head had caved in; it would take an effort from his own mother to recognize him after that.

Round 2

Sven lifted his bloody hands up off the clerk and said loudly and proudly.

"The grudge is lifted against ye house and ye clan. The coward be dead an' I will now go quietly."

[Drasanil]

[glow=darkblue,2,300]"Very well, I shall surrender myslef peacefully I know better than to take on a full patrol of watchmen."[/glow] Anruil replied in a disheartened tone as the watch advanced on him, he simply lifted his hands in the air an waited to be shackled.