Kerag Enters Town

[Margrett]

It's dusk when Kerag enters Wistvale for the first time. The streets seem to be wrapping up after a long day of work.

(If this is counter to Kerag's story or somesuch, post OOCly and I'll change it.)

[Sir Kerag]

Wistvale...

A years pilgrimage at its end. Kerag's lips parted ever so slightly into a grin. The journey here was long and treacherous, and as of late he'd had his doubts about actually finding this little town out in the middle of nowhere. If anything actually attaining the right directions occupied his time the most. He reached into his belt and retrieved his ivory skull pipe, loading it with a red-tinted herb, and drawing a deep breath as he lit it. Strawberry red smoke drifted up from his nostrils and his green eye relaxed it's intense unblinking stare.

The streets were clearing up as he slowly strolled into Wistvale, drawing little attention to himself. It seemed most of the villagers were heading to their homes, dusk hanging over the horizon as the dull red orb dipped out of view, a crescent moon high in the sky. Kerag wasn't in a hurry, shuffling across the road as he smoked, the plate armor clanking as he walked. He arrived seeking fortune and battle, and perhaps, should they prove worthy, a cause to fight for now that he was deprived of his lord and kingdom forever lost to the west, victims of a dreadful plague. The memory drifted like smoke from his mind and he looked forward, hoping to find what he sought.

[Margrett]

Down the road a ways there came some shouting, and townsfolk walking quickly away from an alleyway, looking back in alarm. IT was plain there was a scuffle down there, and someone was losing.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag tilted his head towards the source of the distress, spotting the indicated alleyway. His hand instinctively drifted to his bastard sword, drawing the old blade as he broke into a light jog towards the scuffle. He put away his smoke pipe, grumbling as he felt waves of battle-lust flood over him. Practically growling the orc knight reached the alleyway itself now, banging his gauntlet against the side of the wall, the loud clanking echoing throughout the alley.

[Margrett]

There was a woman standing, or trying to stand, in the alley, close to the street. She wore steel armor that may once have been shiny, but was tarnished and dented. she had on a long purple cape and a wide-brimmed purple hat. She got to her feet shakily and looked to Kerag, obviously a little punch-drunk.

Oh. Hello. You're new--

Suddenly she flew out of the alley into the street, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop. In the alley, walking out of it, was a large, brutish ogrelike being, tattooed and clad in tribal leathers. He growled and glared at Kerag, daring him to do anything.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag surprisingly came upon an exquisitely dressed woman thrashed about and obviously in need. His eyebrow furrowed, eye darting from her falling to the beast of the alley. To say he chuckled would not do the gesture justice, his laugh was a mock growl, glaring back with a look of excitement and a hint of madness. His hands tightened around the sword and he shouted a battle cry as he charged at the ogre, swinging the large blade and slashing at his midsection.

"Have at you, pray you prove entertaining." He challenged, grumbling every word with a peculiar intensity.

[Margrett]

The ogre roared his defiance and rage as Kerag got in a lucky blow at his midsection. The ogre's hands were protected by metal gauntlets as he caught Kerag's blade and knocked it astray, making the blow a glancing one. The ogre tried to retaliate by backhanding Kerag and knocking him away into the street.

Suddenly the woman was there, breathing through her teeth, a little bloody. She stood, but a tad shakily.

You...

Her cracked her neck.

You are under arrest for disturbing the peace, assaulting an officer, suspicion of theft, and jaywalking.

She shot a look to Kerag.

Officer Mikael. If want to help, citizen, I can't be held responsible for your safety. Though you look like you know your way around a street fight.

She retrieved a warhammer from the floor and hefted it to her shoulder.

One more time I'll let you come quietly.

[Sir Kerag]

The blow was a light one, Kerag's satisfaction abruptly halted as the ogre's powerful gauntlet hand smacked him clean across the face, for all his strength knocking him out of the alleyway and landing with a thud on the street. The knight forced himself up, wincing a little. "Not bad." He said gritting his teeth. The orc bruised from the fall but nothing serious.

At his side was the woman from before, an officer by the looks of her uniform. She looked like she had her hands full with the brute, but still had the courtesy to warn him. Not that he needed it. "Pleasure Officer. Sir Kerag at your service. I venture to say I'll be fine." His eye focused on her, particularly on the warhammer, and grunted approval.

"He doesn't appear to be the quiet submissive type." Kerag sardonically murmured, stepping past Mikael and towards the ogre however this time sheathing his sword and running at full speed at the beast, arms outstretched as he leaps and attempts to grapple the ogre, buying the Officer time to assist.

[Margrett]

Margrett Mikael held back a moment as the orc rushed the ogre, impressed.

Neither are you. Citizen's arrest, eh?

The ogre roared and bore down on the orc, Kerag's sheer strength unbalancing the brute, keeping him from moving, concentrating on the warrior in front of him. Margrett smirked.

Not good enough!

She ran towards the ogre and with surprising agility jumped onto a nearby crate, then onto the ogre's shoulder, her hammer coming down on the beast's head, stunning it. She grabbed its coarse hair, trying to stay on.

Now, knock him over!

[Sir Kerag]

Sir Kerag groaned, his muscles tensing, holding the large ogre in place for Mikael's precise and acrobatic takedown. He felt the ogre lose control, stunned. Here was their chance to end this quick. The orc moved their opponent an arms distance away from him and swung his fist into an uppercut, gauntlet connecting with his jaw and lifting him up a few feet in the air before falling over. Kerag sighed, panting heavily.

"He's all yours Officer." He wiped his face, cleaning the blood trickling down from his nose, having banged it grabbing the tattooed ogre.

[Margrett]

Margrett jumped off as the ogre hit the ground, landing in a crouch. She laughed and walked to the brute, putting one foot on his chest.

Excellent work!

She nodded to Kerag, tipping her hat.

You got anyplace to be, friend? Could use your help tracking down this guy's boss. It's just me in this town. I'm fairly sure the Council could reward you for the mercenary work.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag took a deep bow, making eye contact with Mikael. "Ah a blue rose out in the middle of nowhere. His boss you say?" He thought the proposition over quickly, accustomed to mercenary contracts. The rush and thrill of action alone was reward enough, these last few days traveling had proven arbitrarily boring and long. What a contrast! Kerag rubbed his chin, nodding. "Can't say that I do. I've but recently arrived."

The orc folded his arms across his chest, glancing at the fallen ogre, back to Officer Mikael. "You have my blade Officer Mikael. Do we have any leads? Or..." Kerag re focused his attention on the ogre and kicked him once. "I don't suppose we could 'ask' our friend here for a location."

[Margrett]

Margrett fumbled with the pockets on the leathers about the ogre's waist.

Recently arrived, eh? Well, we'll give you the grand tour. As for this guy...aha!

She handed Kerag a crumpled map. I was stained and the ink was running, but it was obviously a map of locations around town. Margrett took a long cord from her waist and tied up the ogre's hands.

I'll have Grayell pick this guy up and keep him restrained. For now, we need to search the locations there and see which one the mob boss is holing up in.

[Sir Kerag]

Kerag absent-minded and full of questions regarding the perpetrator, received the ogre's map and opened it. Despite the runny ink, smeared in a few places, the Wistvale map was clear enough to read, however he hadn't the slightest clue what each location was, let alone the likeliest place where the criminal resided. He rubbed his chin, contemplating details as Officer Mikael restrained their new friend.

"Gracious I would be for a grand tour, as of now." The orc hesitated, "I haven't an inkling where we should begin Officer Mikael." He felt awkward holding the directions and not having a clue how to read them adequately. It wasn't the directions alone he had questions about either. Who did this brute call boss anyways? From the looks of the tattoos and temperament, the ogre was part of a bigger operation. He found it difficult to believe such a small town attracting this kind of attention, but he remembered his own arrival and shrugged. Maybe there was something to it after all.

"Shall we begin the tour?" He asked, voice tipping towards sarcasm. Oh he was excited, let alone curious.

[Margrett]

Sure thing.

She smirked and took the map from him and walked out of the alley, putting her warhammer in the holster on her back and spreading her arms.

Wistvale. Not much to it. Let's head down this way. We're going to have to be quiet. If there's anyone in there they could warn the boss and clear out.

She looked back at him, giving him a look up and down.

Can you do quiet?