Takeover!|Sparstrike, Maelstrom

[Northen Light36]

Chad and his friends wait at the group of apple trees for Thad and his friends, laughing and debating what the first thing is that they'll force their new slaves to do when they have them.

[Kender Bard]

Thad arrives soon with two of his flunkies in tow, looking quite superior. His friends seem smug as well.

"Now what?" he inquires of Chad upon his arrival.

[Northen Light36]

"Let's go pay the village leader a nice, quiet visit," replies Chad. "And ask him politely to let us take over. If he refuses, then we'll just have to stop being so polite and let our element and our weapons explain why he should have accepted the politer offer. The same goes for anyone who decides to get in our way." Chad's three friends snicker, each fingering their sword eagerly. "Shall we go in gentlemen?" asks Chad, smirking. "Our future awaits us."

[Kender Bard]

"Let's," Thad enthuses, taking up the lead and marching into the city proudly. Along the way, he grabs a random passerby by the shoulder, for it was a Storm, and inquires gruffly, "Where's the leader of the village?"

[Northen Light36]

"In his home," replies the young appentice baker, yawning. The young teen looks at the group. "The biggest house at the end of the street? What do you want with him? It's a bit early arn't it?"

[Kender Bard]

"You'll see soon enough," Thad chuckles, letting go of the man and nodding to the group as he strolls with leisurely ease up to the home of the leader. Reminding himself not to be overly intimidating, yet, Thad knocks on the door.

[Northen Light36]

A reasonably young man, only in his early thirties, opens the door and looks with sleepy puzzelment at the group. "Is there a problem?" he asks, stiffling a yawn. "The Inn is just down the next road if you're looking for a place to sleep."

[Kender Bard]

"We've come to discuss a proposal concerning this town," Thad says as nicely as he can, though he can't help the cruel smile that sneaks into his expression. "If you'd be so kind as to let us in and explain..."

[Northen Light36]

"A proposal?" asks Jayme, stepping aside to let the group inside then closing the door behind them.
'Yes, a proposal for the good of this town," replies Chad. "You see, we believe that the... changes... Shadow has been making are misguided. We intend to uphold our traditions and continuing to take slaves. And, lucky you, we've decided that Sparkstrike will be the prefect place for us to do this from." With a cruel smile, Chad adds, "So if you'd be so kind as to annouce to the public that you'll be stepping down and giving my friend Thad and myself rulership of this village, we'd be most grateful."
"And if I refuse?" asks Jayme, having been growing more openly horrified at thier plans the more Chad reveals. "Lord Shadow will never stand for this."

[Kender Bard]

"Lord Shadow is too busy chasing the skirt of the Wind whore," Thad snorts, fond of the derogative phrase used to refer to Lya. "I'll be shocked if he even notices."

"If you don't hand over leadership," one of Thad's friends says, cracking his knuckles. "Then we will have to just take it from you."

[Northen Light36]

"Sparkstrike is a peaceful village," protests Jayme. "If you're so worried about traditions, then perhaps you should remember that Sparkstrike has traditionally always been a non-slavery village with very good relations with Talen'sul." As he talks, Jayme is backing slowly towards the case where he keeps his sword, as he's currently unarmed.
"I think that's a refusal, don't you boys?" comments Chad, moving swiftly between Jayme and his weapon.

[Kender Bard]

Thad sighs dramatically and nods, saying, "Well, we did warn him."

"We gave him a fair chance," one of his friend says smoothly. "It's not our fault. We did our best."

"Aye we did," Thad said with a grin as he clenched his fists and let lightning dance over his knuckles.

[Northen Light36]

Chad and two of his friends touch their signs and fling lightning at him while the other mockingly swipes at Jayme's legs with his sword, leaving only minor cuts, as Jayme goes to touch his Storm sign. "Now, now, none of that," the swordsman mocks as Chad punchs Jayme with a lightning covered fist.

[Kender Bard]

Thad moves in and tries to grab Jayme by the neck, exerting a little pressure with his fist. "Changed your mind yet?" The two behind him smirk and draw their own short swords. "Or do my friends get to play target practice with your sorry body?"

[Northen Light36]

Jayme looks at the group with utter hatred in his eyes. "I would rather die then give you my village," he snarls. Chad raises an eyebrow mockingly.
"That could be aranged," he warns. "Although it would be a shame to get blood, well more blood, on your floor." Jayme growls angrily but bows his head in defeat.
"I look forward to the day Lord Shadow feeds you fools to the dragon," he growls. "You might mock him behind his back, but I daresay it shall be a different story when he discovers your treachry. Who will be the first to lick his boots I wonder?"