Thread: By knife, and blade!  And more knives!  (Shiho/NINtoolLICA)

Shiho said Eastern Europe, in the remarkable year of 1663. The setting - a bustling bar in the northern part of town, second floor, with a brilliant evening sunlight sparkling in through the window. The stench of alcohol tasteful and tasteless envelops the air as the partygoers prepare for a night of drinking and the drunken. The floors are polished clean at the dawn of every day, with a sharp sheen like the reflection of a mirror. The tables hold sturdy despite the force of the crowd, and you can hear the beer filling the cups from the counter down below. Checkmate, ya bloody bastards! I proclaim my victory in the far corner of the bar. A chess match on a table by the far wall of the building, with a hefty sum of money on the line. Three pounds of banknotes each, wrapped in a bundle with golden string, for a total pool of six pounds. The three men at the other end of the table look on as their loss had been confirmed. A complete checkmate from what should have been an easy victory. I snatch the money from their side of the table and set it into my bag. The would-be onlookers are all too drunk to make out such a small victory, though. It's a shame - sometimes an audience can be beneficial. Names' Shiho. Shiho Esten Aglimarre. My grandmother traveled to this country from an island land across the deserts and mountains to the east. I've lived in this land all my life, traveling between a few of the nearby countries and making my fill of money through things like these for at least four or five years now. You'd be surprised how many people take on these absurd bets because they think a woman is an easy win. Or maybe because they hoped to be able to take advantage of the loss in some other way - the two are equally likely, to be honest. 21 years old, coming up on 22 next month. Light brown hair with a tinge of red, and black eyes upon a face more accustomed to foreigners from far-off lands. I've been told I have an alluring figure - breasts, hips, etc, but the compliments never feel sincere so I don't pay them much heed. Then again, I suppose that's because I'm not the type of a girl who gets to know someone very well. Compared to the waitress' clothing, what I have on might look like rags and scraps - a green shirt small enough that my stomach is slightly visible and short pants that only reach halfway down my thighs, along with a belt where I keep my knife in place - I have a few more spares in my bag too, usually kept slung along my shoulder. There's a pouch for water on the side, too. Waitress! One beer, please! Today's business is clear, so I head to another table and ask for a drink. I should be able to keep going for a few days with this, at least. Confident enough to take down those bastards by the chess table while drunk, too. They don't look like the type to know how to fight, nor do they really have anything like a weapon on-hand - even if they grabbed one from someone else, they wouldn't know how to use it. All in all, a pretty good haul. Now there's just some drink, taking a quick bath and going to bed to prepare for morning. Click to expand... Looks as though the party has started without me. Karbon said with a smirk as he placed his hand on the bar door and pushed it open. The noise erupted as the door made a soundproof barrier for the outside world. The smell of alcohol and cheap food filled the air as Karbon walked in. He looked across the crowd and noticed a group of his buddies were sitting together at the middle. Deciding to join them, he takes his broad sword off of his back and leans it up against the table, evening gents. Karbon looks like he has seen a lot of battles in his time, scars line up and down his arms and a prominent one appears across his face. His hair is short brown with sharp hazel eyes. Standing at 6 foot 2 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. His body is toned but not overly muscular. He just came from work as a knight so he is dressed in his heavy armor, but doesn't seem like he has a helmet. Checkmate! He heard a girl exclaim from across the way. He turned his head and saw her with a gleam on her face as the drunk guy sitting across from her looks on in bewilderment. Well well, looks like we have a new face here boys. He hears her order another beer and decides that this is where he can make his move. As the waitress leaves her table with her beer, Karbon walks over and says, Mind if I have a seat? As he nudges the drunkard away.