Gorandis: <*The man silently enters the bar and sits in the far corner, ordering a single beer.*>
Robin Larencia: <*I wonder what drama he will bring to this soap opera episode*>
Robin Larencia: Hello
Salem O. Hertlend: Vindictus dead.. sounds like a blessing in a way...
Robin Larencia: Yeah.
Salem O. Hertlend: Maybe whoever kicked his ass last time would do it again.
Robin Larencia: Well, always good to have options.
Salem O. Hertlend: <*looks over to the man who walked in*> Uh..
Salem O. Hertlend: <*HE LOOKS FAMILIAR*>
Salem O. Hertlend: <*doesn't say anything about the man*> Uh.. uh.. anyways.. um..
Gorandis: Can I help you? You seem to be staring?
Robin Larencia: Oh, just an odd way of saying hello. What brings you to the bar today?
Salem O. Hertlend: Y-your voice..
Gorandis: Alcohol, what else would bring me here?
Robin Larencia: The scenery.
Salem O. Hertlend: <*still staring*>
Robin Larencia: The food.
Salem O. Hertlend: You know.. you look very familiar.
Gorandis: Yes because I am a big fan of idiots and undercooked pork...
Robin Larencia: The prositi- direction givers who operate behind the bar at night.
Gorandis: Are you saying that I sleep with whores?
Salem O. Hertlend: <*oh man..*>
Salem O. Hertlend: Do you?
Salem O. Hertlend: <*chuckles*>
Robin Larencia: Well no, I'm just saying it is a featured attraction of the tavern
Gorandis: <*He seems to mutter to himself*> I just wanted five minutes.
Gorandis: <*He smashes the end of the bottle on the edge of the bar and starts to walk over*>
Robin Larencia: Uh oh.
Salem O. Hertlend: We all just want ti-.. uh..
Salem O. Hertlend: <*stare and doesn't say anything*> U-uh//
Robin Larencia: There about to be a throw down in the bar room?
Salem O. Hertlend: ..*
Salem O. Hertlend: I hope no...
Salem O. Hertlend: not*
Gorandis: Well you're the one who seems to be insinuating things.
Salem O. Hertlend: <*stands up*>
Salem O. Hertlend: U-uh..
Robin Larencia: Your the one getting defensive over it, there ain't nothing wrong with it buddy, you don't gotta hide anything, you know the saying, what happens in the tavern stays in the tavern.
Salem O. Hertlend: <*turns to Robin*> A-Anyways.. Vindictus.. um.. nothing is going to happen in the tavern. Just a talk, right?
Salem O. Hertlend: Anyways, I have told Ladon before about Vindictus and his abuse towards me.. <*sounds emotional but is rather annoyed and sits back down*> He acts like he loves me, but who would put their hands and hurt who they love?!
He had just wanted some time to himself, that's all he wanted. Just a quiet drink at the end of the evening to take away some stress. but no, no this man had to insult Gorandis' woman, he had to call her a whore... He called the mother of his children a whore... He... Gorandis' grip tightened on the neck of the bottle, shattering it further into his hand.

There would be no time for words, no time for apologies. It was time for a good ol' fashioned bar fight. Well, not quite so old fashioned, there would be far more magic in this one. The air around him began to crackle red as Hellstorm magics were summoned to him. A stark breeze would fill the area as Gorandis let the bloody bottle drop to the floor.

He was not going to be kind or gentle. he needed this. It had been so long without release, so much pent up rage and frustration. All of it ready to run right into Robin's head, preferably in blunt force form... though an electrical substitute was more than adequate. His eyes barely registered Salem, or anyone else present in the bar.

It was time to let off some steam.
(Gorandis)
Salem O. Hertlend: <*takes another drink and watches in /some/ fear*>
Last time on "Azraels Green Tavern": Wishing to escape the miseries of mundane life, Robin went to the bar hoping to have a quiet drink, only to be met with the company of Salem and the newcomer Solomon. The three first spoke of funny things, banted and such, before the topics grew dark.... Solomon left the bar shortly after, only to be replaced by the mysterious man of hellstorm. After a fatal misunderstanding it seems they are fated to do battle within the bar, what will happen?

Find out today on "Azraels Green Tavern" Episode two "The Bar room Blitz"

Robin would look to Gorandis as he got up and prepared for battle, and he would respond in kind, looking to Salem and shrugging, this was an interesting turn of events, but hey, if its what the people want right. It was time for a showdown in the bar.

He would stand up and activate his poison aura before preparing a volley of spells to fire at the man before him, nature and poison spells, though the poison not nearly toxic enough to prove fatal unless intentionally made so, which it wasn't.

"Alright, lets do this."

(Robin Larencia)
Salem O. Hertlend: Robin, he's the one!
Salem O. Hertlend: <*raises left hand*>
{RP BATTLE} (COUNTDOWN: 10)
Robin Larencia: Can we not do this right this moment?!
{RP BATTLE} (COUNTDOWN: 9)
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{RP BATTLE} (COUNTDOWN: Go!)
Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Robin had not lasted ten seconds within the enclosed space of the bar. Despite Robin's best efforts, Gorandis merely swept him away in a storm of red lightning and billowing wind. Enough to crack the bar in half with the force and scatter the furniture and its patrons.

Gorandis walked over, staring down at Robin with baleful eyes. "You know I could very easily kill you, just tear your head off right now in front of all of these people. I'm sick, ill, not right in the head. It would be so easily excused..." His hand came down to wrap around Robin's throat and he easily lifted him off the ground, leaving him struggling at arms length.

"But I am trying to turn over a new leaf. For my family, the family that you insulted. And I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT!" He threw him away, into the shattered bar and slowly approached him, red sparks striking at the environment, charring the wood in places. "So I want you to get on your knees and grovel before me for forgiveness."

"Grovel or I will kill you and I will kill the girl!"
(Gorandis)