Ian Subtlely, Ian retrieved an arrow from his quiver, and thanked the gods that it was one of the arrows he'd treated in advanced with poison. He hid it in his cloak as a shambling mess that stank of alcahol stumbled forward.
The man steadied himself before Ian. "We jus' wantss your friend," His words were terribly slurred, and Ian reflected that he should have passed out by now from overconsumtion of the beverage. "An' t' treat hmm ta a nish bit a 'ompany."
Ian shrugged and waved his hand in front of his nose, theatrically. "Sure, sounds like you'd be doing us a favor, he's a troublemaker." The man managed a grin, and turned to the other brunken fools. "Ya heard tha mahn, lesh git hm!"
As the man took his first step, Ian slid behind him and rammed the arrow between the mans shoulder blades. As the poison of paralyze took affect, the man froze, and Ian kicked him roughly to the floor.
"Satyana, get Johnathan out of here now!" He ordered mentally.
"This isn't a place to mend a man right now....OCC: as usual, don't expect things to go according to plan. *CoughshipdisconnectsfromthedockCough*
Let the brawl commence!
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 27 2006, 10:59 PM