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Old July 19th, 2012 (3:53 PM). Edited July 19th, 2012 by Swolligator.
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Victoria "Alys" Taimor - The Broken Keg, Dalenham

Victoria listened intently as Ava recited a rather brief and vague history leading up to why she was here, giving Victoria the suspicion that she wasn't really keen on telling her where she came from or who she really was, making it out like she was less than what she was. They way she moved, the way she held herself and talked was something between the common folk and the high classes. However while Ava talked, Victoria's attention was drawn to her rather elvish features and ears, giving her the idea that she was from Miracyia, but she also looked rather human as well. Victoria had never seen a half-elf before, and was unsure if Ava was, or if she just happened to look similar to elves. As soon as Ava finished reciting her story, Victoria felt a shiver roll down her spine as she downed the last of her Fire Ale, Ava's story resembling strikingly similar to her own.

She was on the verge of replying to Ava when chaos erupted all around them and through the noise of the brawl came Varian's booming voice; "Oi! Don't just sit there! Get off your as*es and start hitting people!"

Immediately after his call to aid a bottle flew past Victoria's head, rustling her hair as it sailed past and shattered against the wall behind her, showering Victoria with shards of glass. She rapidly ducked under the table as another bottle sailed for her, gathering her composure before re-emerging in order to fight.

Her first opponent was a rather large, burly man who came running at her, hands open as if to choke her. The man's face was contorted in rage and anger as he flung himself at her to which Victoria stepped aside, the man running into the wall behind her. Disorientated, he flung out his arm in her general direction, catching her sore shoulder in the process. Pain flooded her body as she sank to her knees, grimacing in pain and clutching her sore shoulder. Out of anger and pain she shot her leg out at the man, catching him in the side of the knee. She couldn't hear the sickening crunch as the man's knee broke, but she did hear his roars of pain, retreating victoriously to recover herself.

As she was backing up a pair of muscled arms wrapped around her body, pushing her arms light against her body and feeling up her chest as they enclosed around her.

"Well, well, well, what is a feisty young brood like you doing in a bar like this?" Came the gravelly voice.

Instinctually, she flung her head backwards, aiming for the man’s nose but instead smashing her head into the side of his chin; giving Victoria more pain than the man received. She could feel his hands cupping her chest, making her increasingly angry as he continued to feel her body. Reaching down, he only just managed to sink her teeth into the firm, muscular flesh of his forearms, obtaining a yell of anguish and pain in response. However these moves did little but make the man squeeze Victoria’s body harder until she began to find it difficult to breathe. Flailing with all her might, Victoria tried to free herself from the man’s grip however every move of hers only garnered a stronger grip on his behalf. Loosing air quickly, black dots began to flood her vision and she was sure she would soon fall unconscious.