The Shootout at John's Jam!

[PolarLoLs 984]

 

 

 

Off in the distance, where the sun kissed land a gang of bandits prepared for a great battle… Within a saloon...?

 

 

 

A Salvo man received a call, one to aid their ally in the Horde… The Empress of the Kharajir:

 

Vydrek Volaraen: “We got word the Flowi got taken by Cauriosans! We need to rally! “

 

Shanizir the Sanguine: “Darn those furballs' always getting nabbed, gaurd-darnit!" he groaned "Muster the rangers, I ain't gon' sit round twiddling my thumbs over tha' matter!"

 

With the force of the Salvians, The infamous Hounds; House of Brawm and the Dwarfs rallied together to aid their fellow descendant! So the brothers of the alliance rode to Caurost, steadfast and armed.. To their doom or not they would spill blood in the name of liberation! To Caurost they rode and at the gates they halted.. It’s then Robert Brawm II took charge and picked his way through their gates accompanied by an Ireheart - Soon after the rest of the rally found themselves in the gates of the Warrior Elves! Yet only woe would overcome their beloved citizens as their guards fled from the gates in sight of such a furious rally. A few were bested and  the city they had to themselves... So they searched and searched for their beloved ally.

 

Again Robert Brawm found himself in a home, Ricky Brawm found himself at the entrance to a secret room...? Carefully they treaded through the entrance There they found an elf… One of the kidnappers maybe? They bickered and fought, back and forth and it’s not until the elf with her dying breath denied the rally their treasured ally... How unfortunate they sought the freedom for the Sons of Malin rather than bringing discipline through death. So the rally disbanded and went to their homes.. They could not find the Kharajir queen but they would not stop looking for Liberation lived on not through flesh but fire of the soul!

 

Suddenly another word came through - Word of a rally to avenge the blood of the fallen elf

 

Shanizir the Sanguine: "Ain't that so? heh, let em come, tell our allies John's Jam ain't goin' naur'where"

 

Bold he was to not even fret or stutter.. Of course it was Shanizir . He has done this many times before… He did not call for the Dwarfs but only the residents of his beloved Saloon, for it was their duty to defend it!

 

Shanizir the Sanguine

“Fellas, we ain't got much ere' in terms of defense but..." he gestured towards the tables "barricade the swingin' doors, they shan't step ONE FOOT in John's Jam!" the governor-marshall proclaimed with a revolutionary fervor in his voice.

 

And so it was declared! The Salvo Saloon would stand against the Imperial force!

 

 

 

 

Imperials marched along the Mesa’s roads.. Many in their heels - Even then Shamizir denied the Horde inference.. Yet their allies still cane! Even then Saloon was surrounded by a countless army… Like sardines they packed in that small wooden fort yet their cups raised in celebration… Fight they would, die they would. At the start of it all one lone Bverta outnumbered cornered.. Yet she prevailed! With snake-like agility she escaped a presumed fate and made way for her fellow compatriots! The fight began in John’s Jam! Many many Salvans fell but they died proudly! Their blood would polish the floors of their keep and their bones would steady its foundations, A Martyre if you will! The Salvans refused to stay down and let their fort be dismantled. The dust would soon clear itself as the Imperials made their way back to their Kingdoms…

 

 The Saloon still stands strong!

 

 

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[Based1Salmon 758]

Sitting in the cozy ah green chair within his council room, and reading about his husband winning a shootout, Royce Roa cheers for the Salvian survival.

[Kardika 1057]

"I Oughta thank dem' dweds , Brawms and hell, even some khas for coming down ta' help us don't I?" Shamizir spoke to his aide, "write dat' down! wheneve' they be drinkin' ere' its on the house!"

Edited January 11 by Kardika

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Maddock sighed as he was both grateful he got distracted from going to visit the Saloon but also saddened that it seemed the saloon was no longer neutral ground.