Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-25597877-20170915032827

Slade enters a bar, fully clad as the Deadspawn persona. "Clear out."

Half the bar complies, close to the other half follow soon after. Five patrons remain, an old eastern-man looking drunk out of his mind, two novice looking inquisitors, their mentor, and Seanic Willard. Veteran chaser on paper, absolute disgrace in reality.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of the legendary Deadspawn's presence?"

"Just happen to be in town. Be sure not to flatter yourself as to believe you're worth the travel. Now, why don't you have the kids and the respectable inquisitor take their leave. They don't have stake in this."

"Kid?" One of the novices gives a savage grin as he gouts the room in flame.

"Stop, you're only obscuring our vis-" the master inquisitor is cut off by the the crack of his apprentice's splitting collarbone as an axe cleaves it on its way to the wall behind him.

As the room clears up, Slade is not in sight. Seanic however, is not fooled, a bolt of light though charred table, 'mysteriously' tipped over. Slade grunts and clutches his leg as the chaser walks over. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You certainly have skill when it comes to marketing your name. Almost thought I'd really have to fight when you walked in."

Slade flips up and stabs with a hidden dagger, which is promptly caught and tossed to the side. The chaser then lifts him like a rag doll as he struggles, then throws him through a window. "Don't think you're going to be an escape artist this time spawn." He tears open the door to rush out, only to be pushed back and feel a sharp pain as a grid pattern appears on his face. He clutches his eye as he strains to see the tiny strands spanning the doorway like a web. "Find him!" He shrieks.

Before the other two inquisitors make a solid movement, slades signature sword splinters through the wall in the exact place to push through into the second novice's femur. Their master mumbles something before the entire section of wall shoots out to the exterior, only Slade's not there to receive the shower of splinters and his own blade. Seanic at this time, now has a blindside on his left. His brow bleeding faster than he can clear his eye. Between his fury and blindness, there is little challenge in a man like Slade getting the drop and claiming his head. The issue, rather, is that the master inquisitor bound him in constructed chains before his prey's head hit the floor.

"Deadpawn, in the name of the inquisition. For the assault of inquisitors, the murder of a chaser, and countless prior crimes, I sentence you to unending imp-"

"Scarlet mountains, heed mine word. I summon the hollow winds"

"What are you off about?" The inquisitor is the only one to hear his spell, just before Slade exhales fatal breeze of chilled aether. The apprentices would later go on to tell that Slade was able to fail a master's heart through word of threat alone.

After leaving considerable compensation money on the bar counter, Slade removes his armor and finds his way back to the group. With no sign of his excursion save the appearance of a strong fever.