The story starts(fantasy rpg)

[rdh996]

jackson

ooc:sorry about being gone so long i had to do reports then my comp got a virus and everything started going ass backwords

Bin: I walked over to my room still thinking about the lie i told her why did i go into her room in the first place i was still thinking of it when i decided against going to my room and i walked tword the bar then the shit hit the fan.as i was walking over to the bar a fighter that had a few drinks two many was starting to get a little violent and was accostling a women. I walked over to the man "hea if i was you i would sit down before something happens that wouldnt be plesent for you."
The drunkard turns tword me and pulles a sword that was at least half his hight. how the hell he held it ill never know. with a silent prayer to thor i pulled my own sword and he swung his sword at me i doged back and jumped onto a table swinging my sword as i jumped back. The hit connected with his armor just between where his sword arm and his brestplate armor connected the hit had been a downword stroke ment to knockout but when it hit it severed his arm. Seing his arm on the ground only made him more angry he pulled a dagger and stabed me in the leg. A sharp pain corsed through me body it had been a poison dagger.I swung one last stroke severing the mans head before i was knocked out. i revived to see a woman kneeling next to me it didnt regester right away but it would later who it was.

 

[Isolde]

Helena

Helena had heard the sounds of a fight downstairs and, though she usually avoided things such as that, something told her she should go and investigate this one. And she had learned not to ignore promptings such as this.

Moving downstairs, she was just in time to see the ending of the fight between Jackson and another armor clad man. It looks like Jackson was winning but then the other man managed a blow with a poison dagger. This was not good.

Rushing to his side, she knelt down and examined him. He was still breathing which was a good sign. Looking around, she pointed out two burly men and told them to carry him to her room and followed after throwing a small sack of gold down onto the bar in front of the inn keeper who was looking none too happy about the fight.

When he was settled in on her bed, she searched in her pack and brought out incense and candles which she set up about his head and lit. She then extracted a root and crushed it before placing it upon the wound. Next she picked up her instrument and gently strummed the strings. She was not as good of a healer as her sister but she would give it her best. With that thought in mind, she begin to gently sing a healing spell, the music drifting around the room to enfold the cleric and relax him so that the root could do it's job. At one point he woke to look blearily at her only to close them and fall into a peaceful sleep.