Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5543592-20150626205017

Lorcan pulled the knotches on his bag tighter, not that he had much. It was mainly worthless junk- several Imperial medals and a Stormcloak one, showing his service. There was also a sketch of a young woman, but it was aged and faded. Sometimes Lorcan would pretend she was his distant wife, or maybe that she was a daughter waiting back home for him somwhere, or perhaps a long lost sister. He wasn't sure who she was. He didn't even know where he got the sketch- it probably didn't even belong to him. There was also that-vampire-he'd run-into-recently's ear. He'd taken it as a trophy, but now it was starting to get a little gross. He'd probably need to throw it out.

Lorcan stood and the cot squeaked as he rose to his feet. It was a makeshift barracks, in an even more makeshift town. But nothing he wasn't unfamilar with. Lorcan was anything if not adaptable.

He exited the barracks and turned his back on the town without much fanfare. People saw him go, but they did not wave or nod. Some didn't even spare him a glance. Lorcan was always a stranger, a wanderer. He'd never fit it, in the past, present, and future.

Not that he didn't like it. If anything, he preferred Solitude.

Unfortunately, he did run into trouble on his way out of town. When he'd gone to the inn, three men had been sticking up the inn-keeper. The largest of whom had just punched her square in the nose.

And then they turned on Lorcan.

"You've got something of our's." The leader said, the biggest, naturally. Bigger than Lorcan even, not that the Trollkin was detered.

"Step away before you hurt yourself." Grumbled Lorcan, locking eyes with the larger man.

"I don't know about you, but I count three against one.  I like those odds.

"Yeah!  'E does!" Said one of the Big Man's toadies.

Lorcan just gave Big Man a hard look, not sparing Toady #1 a glance.

"You better fucking move before you find your dick up your own arse."

"Oh?  How's it going to get there?"

"I'm going to fucking shove it up there, you cunt.  Move out of my gods damned way.  Unless you're looking to fuck yourself?"

The Big Man looked sort of intimidated by now. He knew Lorcan meant buisness- he had the tenacity and the strength to back up his words. But the Big Man couldn't back down in front of his two henchmen.

"Let's kill 'im!" The Big Man suddenly said, and all three flew at Lorcan.

The Big Man crashed into him with a force, smashing his shoulder into Lorcan's chest, and he reeled backwards as a resulted, colliding with the wall behind himself. He looked up just in time to see the Big Man raining blows down at his face, and Toadies scrambling over to hold down his arms.


 * Lorcan had had enough by the eighth punch.  With a yell, he ejected his claws.  The several inch long stilleto-like blades burst forth from his cuticles, a claw to a finger.  Toady #1 had had the misfortune to have been holding Lorcan's arm up, with the Trollkin's hand close to his face.  He took the claws through the eye, thorax, and cheek.  He dropped dead as a stone when Lorcan pulled his hand free.  He swung across his body and made short work of Toady #2 aswell, opening up the small man's chest.  With both hands free, and both Toadies dead, Lorcan shoved Big Man back and dove at him with a growl.

"No, please-"  The Big Man's plea for mercy was half a second long, ending when Lorcan buried both his claws up to the finger tips in the man's chest. The Big Man gurgled, blood spurting from his mouth, and fell dead as Lorcan sheathed his claws, the deadly weapons hiding back underneath his skin.

He approached the inn-keeper, who was looking horrified. "It's over." He told her, and recieved a bottle of spirits to the head. Lorcan stumbled backwards, vision spinning.

"Get out of here, freak!" She cried. "And never come back!"

Lorcan furrowed his brow at her, and growled with frustration. Even when he tried to be the good guy...

He considered killing her for half a second, but decieded that that would be counterproductive. Instead he turned heel and headed out of the tavern, halfway down the road, away from town, before the woman could even get to her feet.