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The Alienage in Denerim is not what you'd call a nice place to live, but it's calm, and it has some nice scenery. Enormous tree, shanty-huts, that sort of thing. And the people are always interesting.
One of those interesting people is standing shadily on a street corner and looking at nearby elves. One of his hands is in his pocket. He's unusually dark for someone in Ferelden. Unusually human, too, though he's hunched over so that it's not immediately obvious. And he's muttering to himself, which is a sure way to make people not want to look at someone.
The things he's muttering to himself aren't the ravings of a madman, though. "Not her, I'm sure she'd just rupture... couldn't get him... promising. Excuse me, young man?" he quavers in the voice of an old beggar. "Spare a silver?"
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Tev blocks the axe with his shield, and is slightly surprised to feel the strength of the blow. He spins away and cuts down three bandits, two with the sword and one with the shield's edge, to clear his path a little so they don't distract him while he's dealing with the leader.
The leader is still roaring. Also, still swinging. He is good at both of those things.
Several of the bandits decide to be elsewhere, given that the terrifying shield man can stand up to a full-force swing from the leader. The rest keep a definite distance, except for one who decides to try to stab him in the back.
Several of the bandits decide to be elsewhere, given that the terrifying shield man can stand up to a full-force swing from the leader. The rest keep a definite distance, except for one who decides to try to stab him in the back.
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Tev is too busy blocking another axe-blow to deal with the man who stabs him in the back. But being stabbed in the back doesn't seem to impair him much. It's like stabbing a very sturdy tree.
The man who has just stabbed him in the back is very alarmed by this! He joins the rapidly increasing number of bandits who are running away.
The leader is ever so slightly off balance while keying up for a massive swing intended to take Tev's head off.
The leader is ever so slightly off balance while keying up for a massive swing intended to take Tev's head off.
That does seem fairly likely to ruin his day! The bandit leader's face looks displeased by this development, for a value of "displeased" that includes "broken".
The bandit leader is pretty badly staggered. Berserk rage only goes so far.
The bandit leader is pretty badly staggered. Berserk rage only goes so far.
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Great. Okay. Tev is done fucking around. He cuts the man's head off.
Is anyone else going to fuck with him?
Is anyone else going to fuck with him?
The bandits seem disinclined to fuck with him! Duncan is applauding politely. "Excellent work! Well done, very well done."
"You get to decide what we do with the rest of the bandits, by the way. You can let them go, bring them to whatever village in chains, conscript them... whatever you like."
The bandits are somewhat dismayed, but remain disinclined to fuck with either Tev or Duncan.
The bandits are somewhat dismayed, but remain disinclined to fuck with either Tev or Duncan.
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"Great. Now fuck off," says Tev. He makes a shooing gesture with his shield arm, the shield still on it.
The bandits scatter like cockroaches in the kitchen light.
Duncan applauds again. "Alright. To Ostagar?"
Duncan applauds again. "Alright. To Ostagar?"
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