Black-Water Inn

[king arthur]

Mat was hoping that the owner of this Inn is going to step in rescue his Inn, but "no" he is no where in tace.

The leading ganster approached Mat, with the sword in his hand and said, "How much do you have? How about some donation aye?" with a grin on his face.

"Ask the owner of the Inn, he is the one who got all the gold!" Mat pointing the door to the kitchen. But this da*n gangster would not give up, he used the sword against Mat's face, and this really pissed Mat off.

Faster than lighting, Mat used his two fingers seized the sword, not only that, his dagger is on the gangster's throat.

"One more move, then you are dead!" Mat said.

"I am only playing," the gangster says.

"Who are you and remove your mask!" Mat ordered him. And he did, but the rest of his followers, stepped forward and said, "Kill him, we do not care about him..."

....

[krashlanmar]

Krash did not care for the intrusion, for it wasn't his territory to begin with. As long as the newcomers did not in any way get in his way, Krash did not care for them. He sipped his drink calmly and tacitly; he was not looking for a fight.

Of course if a fight were to find him, he'd be ready. Krash sipped his drink again, pondering about his outlook about this situation a little. He could not lie to himself: he loved to fight and to show that he was the stronger. Why did he want to hide this from everybody? Was he really hiding it, or was there something else in Krash's subconscious that caused him to act this way?

"Very complex..." Krash blurted out, deep in thought at this point. He had not realized he said anything until one of the newcomers said the same words, in question.

"Very complex?" this very newcomer repeated, and looked at Krash. He laughed. Krash hated to be laughed at, though he again refused to act on his emotions, which were telling him to destroy this man.

"Yes," Krash explained, "it is..." Sarcasm dripped from his mouth to the floor with every one of those three words. He clenched his jaw. His heart began to beat faster than it had been since he had entered this establishment. Krash noted this himself. Krash looked around at the establishment. Krash put on his approving face and nodded (approvingly, as it were). Krash was struck by laughter again. The laughter pierced his reality. Krash hated to be laughed at.

He stood up from his chair and turned to face the man who laughed, but he found that there were six - well, five - candidates. Krash smiled at this. He knew that no matter which he picked first, there would be no laughing afterward regardless.

"The way I see it," Krash's internal voice said to him, "you have a twenty percent chance of getting the one that laughed," this is where it paused for a chuckle, "but even if you don't pick that one..." He had been through this line of thought before, so he stopped. It was humorous, but not the second time around so much as the first. And certainly not the third.

Krash shook his head briskly. He was thinking too much. He unstrapped his staff to hold it in front of him in his left hand. His right hand worked on a series of symbols and gestures and, as a finale, he took something out of one of his robe's many pockets and sprinkled a little of it - it was a dust of some sort - into the air in front of him. This finished, he thrust his staff forward and from the tip of his staff shot what looked like liquid flames.

These liquid flames flew forth at the five men and stuck to their clothes, their weapons and their skin. They melted the steel, burned through the cloth, and charred the skin. The one that caught the most of it tried to drop to the floor and roll around in some feeble attempt to subside the pain. Or the flames. More probably it was both, however.

Regardless, after a few moments he lay still, the flames and the strange liquid fire subsided, and he was dead.

The rest of the men, though burned a little by the liquid fire, had not taken any significant injuries by them as not enough hit them, but nobody was laughing now.

"Who..." Krash began, satisfied by this horrified silence, "are you? Simple bandits ? Or are you with purpose...?"

[king arthur]

Before one bandit can answer, the rest fleet right away, and the last one saw others left, quickly grabbed his weapons on the floor, and ran after them.

Mat thought Krash will run after them, but Krash did not. Very curious about this young man, Mat made himself started a conversation.

"Say, you come here often?" Mat immediately found it is a silly question.

"I used to know a person who use some type of weaponry like you do, but this man is 120 years old, any relation to this Sir Arren?"

Mat is trying to make more 'intelligent' conversation, hoping to tricker the stranger to talk.



(Also, at this time the owner of the Inn shows up from no where.)

[krashlanmar]

"I'd like not to call what I do weaponry," Krash said calmly, surprised - well, maybe not so surprised after all - by the bandits' flight.

"If you're asking my age," Krash said calmly, trying to sense this man's motive in conversation and knowing it wasn't his age, "I am far older than that, yes." He walked back to the bar and his drink.

"I would be disinclined to allow you to know any more."

Krash took his drink and walked up a few stairs towards his assigned room. Therein he shed his heavy robe and lay down on the bed. It was comfortable enough. Tomorrow he would leave this place and continue on his journey. From his bed, he looked over to the door. He had forgotten to lock it.

"I'll get up in a minute..."

Krash fell asleep then and one of the several rings he wore on his fingers - a gold one with a colorless gem - began to glow a vile red. Even though it was still closer to morning than evening, Krash slept for several hours.

[king arthur]

Mat is in the bar entirely by himself. Suddenly, a sharp pain on his neck like a knife pierces through his neck bone. Mat touched his neck where the pain is... "What on earth..."

"am I?" Mat is lost, he came to this Inn in a rush, not even knowing the exact direction of this Inn.

Mat is calling the owner of the Inn, "Zak! Where are you?"

[king arthur]

Could not hear any response, Mat is walking around the Inn, trying to find any sight of human being.

"There are so many rooms, da*n! Hopefully, I am not going to be lost!" Mat said to himself.

Mat found a room, the door is filled with spider webs, Mat uses his left hand moves the webs away, and saw a peek hole in the center of the door, "what in hell is in there?" Mat is thinking.

Surprisingly, the door is not locked, Mat turns the knock and the door is instantly opened. Mat walked inside this room, the room is so dark not a living soul is in there. Mat lighted a match from the boot he is wearing, "The witch's match certainly comes Handy."

Before Mat left his castle, he met a witch foretold his future and gave Mat many weird stuffs which Mat would not even imagine to carry them himself.

And the match is one of them.

With the light Mat is seeing better, and GUESS WHAT! Found the gold which belongs to Mat, "The owner is a thief or he is safekeeping for me? Thus, I would never know." Took the gold which belongs to Mat, and ....