Fight in the Marketplace!
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The people of Tendaji seem to be settling in - and some in places far from their homeland. The tensions are high, and with the whispers of the Alkidike planning an offensive… well, some have been on edge and ready for a fight. Were the outsiders going to help their people when the time came to fight the extremist Alkidike? Most of the natives to the area had their doubts.

An argument had broken out in the market, verbal at first, but it wasn’t long before it became a physical confrontation.

This prompt can be played from either side: your character can be the instigator, or on the defense.

This battle prompt will be resolved by rolling 1D100.
Stage 2 must roll 60-100 for success.

|| Success will result in 50exp in addition to the versatile point

      "We aren't all bad!" she said with a cross look on her face. She couldn't even believe that she was having this conversion. It seemed that with every Shifter that she helped or did something nice to there were ten others that didn't like her simply because she was an Alkidike.

      "Oh sure, you just want us to like you. To accept you, but when the time comes you can't tell me you won't stand by your sisters. You can't tell me that if it came down to us or them you would pick us."

      Ilyra didn't say anything at first, because she knew he was right. Although she didn't support what her sisters were doing she would stand by them. Aisha wouldn't like them to be fighting each other. They had other problems to worry about. She knew that she had to word her response carefully. She was the only Alkidike around and she knew that this could get ugly fast. "It wouldn't come to that. The Elders would never start a full out war. The stories you hear are just stray sisters acting out. You can't tell me that all Earthlings are good, and that none of them have ever acted out. You can't judge an entire race—" before she could even finish her sentence the man was swinging at her, daggers in his hands.

      Ilyra jumped back quickly, eyes wide with surprise. They had just been talking. How had it gotten so bad that there wasn't even talking involved anymore, just fighting. "I don't want to fight you." The man didn't way a word, instead he swung his arm towards her once again. In a second she grabbed his wrist. "I don't want to hurt you. Just let me go an I'll be on my way." She jumped backwards to try to get away, to try to escape, but was pushed backed towards him by one of the shifters that had gathered to see the fight.

      Frowning she realized that she had no choice but to fight, not because she wanted to but because it was possible that her life depended on it. This time when the man came at her she was read, arms outstretched and legs firmly planted in the ground. She disarmed him as quickly as possible, only getting her clothing ripped slightly before throwing his dagger to the ground and kicking it away. The two of them ended up on the ground and after a struggle Ilyra had his hands restrained behind his back as she sat on him. He struggled but she was bigger then him, and didn't plan on getting up. "We aren't all bad." she said to the man, and the audience that seemed to have come out of no where. "We aren't all bad, but if you try to hurt us we will fight back. The only way to settle this is peacefully." she tried to meet a few of the Shifters eyes but the anger had died down and many of them wouldn't look at her. After a few seconds she let go o the man and headed towards the forest, not daring to look back.

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