Ceit and Fay, a Barbarian and a Mage.

Ceit and Fay were staying at the Copper Wheel Inn when Luton attacked. The two female mercenaries were enjoying the fruits of their labors, with Ceit pleasing one of the lovely tavern wenches in her room and Fay enjoying a nice hot bath in the inn’s natural spring, when suddenly they heard the sounds of screams coming from outside. By the time the two women had gotten dressed and armed themselves, armed soldiers bashed down the door to the inn.

Ceit was the first to charge in, as she always was. Welding a giant battle-ax, the blond-haired barbarian woman swiftly cut down the first to invaders with ease. Meanwhile, the dark-haired beauty Fay stood atop the stairs and used her magic to blast Luton troops with fireballs.

“A fuck and a fight!” shouted Ceit with a broad smile on her lips, “And I thought this was a boring city!”

“Ceit, while I would share your enthusiasm,” said Fay in an overly sarcastic voice, “I fear that these people mean to burn the city to the ground. I highly recommend that we find an escape rough.”

“You want an escape rough?” said Ceit as she slammed her ax into the head of another soldier, “I’ll give you an escape rough! Right thought these fuckers!”

“I was thinking of something less…messy,” Fay replied, “And less likely to get us all killed.”

“Yeah, but that’s no fun,” said Ceit as she cut down another soldier, slicing off his leg before finishing him off with an ax to the brow.

As Ceit continued to fight her way through the hordes upon hordes of Luton soldiers, Fay jumped down from the stairs and approached the innkeeper, who was hiding behind the bar. “Innkeep, would you by chance happen to have a means of escape? Perhaps a smugglers tunnel or a secret passage?”

“Smugglers tunnel!?” he replied, looking offended, “Madam, I’ll have you know that this is an honest establishment!”

“Not for much longer,” Fay said dryly, “At least assuming that the men my assistant is currently in the process of massacring decided that burning the building down is far less trouble than walking through the front door, occupied by a very bloodthirsty Amazon.”

“You forgot horny!’ shouted Ceit, “Speaking of, Lizzy, don’t go dying on me! I not done with your sexy ass yet!” The tavern girl in question, a small, shy elf girl, blushed warmly before hiding her face from the group.

Fay rolled her eyes, “Yes, needless to say. They might go for the latter. Now you had to have come up with the very expensive, very ILLEGAL whine from somewhere,” she said, pulling out a half-empty bottle from her robes, “So if you would kindly show us the smugglers tunnel.”

The man glanced over at Ceit, who was already starting to run out of soldiers to slay, then back to Fay with a defeated look on his face, “In the cellar.”

“Ceit,” Fay called to the barbarian women before starting to make her way to the back of the inn, “I recommend that you and the rest of your patrons fallow us,” she toiled the inn keep, “Unless you want to be burned alive.”