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Post by Stix on Feb 14, 2008 10:54:50 GMT -5
"Blood and death is what I feel like tonight, I just got to these parts and I figure I ought to make a splash real quick like." Then she turns serious, " I gotta know the ins and outs though, don't wanna get bobbed my first time in." Felgar nods, chewing his lower lip as his attention is absently drawn to the approaching figure. "Hey mate, d'ya happen ta know when the next fight to first blood or fight to the death is?" " Soon 's Aalgru's done eating, I 'magine," the gnome replies with a toothy smirk. " Don't suppose you've ever heard of Nibenese whiskey," his words come out as more of a statement than a question. Shrugging he adds, " gimme a shot of something with a little kick." " Well, if it ain't a night fer fresh blood. Sorry, basher: this's the only bub we serve," he says, thumbing over his shoulder to indicate the 250-gallon keg. "It'd take more than a bunch of drunk bubbers like the Bacchae to kill me. I'm ready to go. What's on the menu for the evening?" " Don't know yet," Ghour booms. " I'll get to work finding some berk for you to fight. You'll nick someone tonight, I promise." |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 14, 2008 18:04:18 GMT -5
" Well, if it ain't a night fer fresh blood. Sorry, basher: this's the only bub we serve," he says, thumbing over his shoulder to indicate the 250-gallon keg. Nuuko nods, " that'll do then. Who do I talk to about getting in the arena myself?" |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 15, 2008 1:19:53 GMT -5
"No. Everything a body gets, they should get by their own hands." John shakes his head to punctuate the point. No malice in his voice, no emotion at all, actually. It's just another interaction without profit to him, and smacks far too strongly of relying on someone.... A mistake he last made with Fishy. Silver shrugs as though she doesn't really care, one way or the other what John does. "It's your loss, Taker." She shrugs again, rolling her shoulders and flexes her fingers, until she feels the knuckles crack. "I'll be seein ye later then, no doubt, cutter." With that said, she claps the squat brooding man on the shoulder, and takes her leave of him; just as Ghour the Orc approaches. Silver nods curtly at the hulking sponsor as she passes. "Ghour." Is all she says in acknowledgement of him. "I'll be back cutter, once I've had me fun in tha ring." She calls out to the gnome bartender - and anyone else noteworthy who may be listening - and struts off into the crowd, hips swaying, as she searches for the gith woman. There had to be someone around worth fighting tonight. |
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Post by celticguy on Feb 16, 2008 19:56:58 GMT -5
Soon 's Aalgru's done eating, I 'magine, the gnome replies with a toothy smirk.
"Thanks cutter, so we just walk inna ring, or we need registration or what?" Rhenai asks the gnome with a toothy grin. |
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Post by Stix on Feb 16, 2008 20:42:41 GMT -5
Silver nods curtly at the hulking sponsor as she passes. "Ghour." Is all she says in acknowledgement of him. Ghour offers no recognition or acknowledgment in return, perhaps a bit irate that women are even allowed in the ring. Nuuko nods, " that'll do then. Who do I talk to about getting in the arena myself?" "Thanks cutter, so we just walk inna ring, or we need registration or what?" Rhenai asks the gnome with a toothy grin. " Y' need a promoter to arrange things," Felgar says, pouring a mug for Nuuko. " How d'you bashers fight? I know everybody comes through here, mebbe I can find somebody wants a new client or two." |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 16, 2008 22:06:20 GMT -5
" Y' need a promoter to arrange things," Felgar says, pouring a mug for Nuuko. " How d'you bashers fight? I know everybody comes through here, mebbe I can find somebody wants a new client or two." " Bows are my preference, though in a setting like this probably not so practical. You can't make much money if you keep killng the spectators," the dark elf says with a chuckle. " I'll likely stick to my swords or chatkcha." |
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Post by john on Feb 16, 2008 23:38:56 GMT -5
John flinches when touched. He doesn't comment, but his eyes bulge and he heads to the edge of the Blood Pit, barking to Aalgru, the name he's now caught.
"Get done or get out. Or I'll run you through. You're wasting my time, take your kill and go." He does his best to menace the abominable being. Worse comes to worse, maybe he'll get a foe to fight out of it.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 17, 2008 8:46:02 GMT -5
((OOC: If you were going based on the 'Preview' button, the number seldom stays the same. Though right now, in both Opera and Firefox, I only see the dice code. [dice=20+11]
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Post by artemis on Feb 17, 2008 11:37:26 GMT -5
Oiy! Felgar! Who's the best promoter for my kind in here? Looks like I'm not the only one itching for a fight. If I gotta wait in line, that's fine, but I'm ready to draw some blood! You're a nice fella and all, but I didn't come here to chit chat with the staff.
Xianna scans the room, her eyes follow the patrons that were at the bar, watching them and observing who they talk to.
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Post by celticguy on Feb 17, 2008 22:07:25 GMT -5
Y' need a promoter to arrange things," Felgar says, pouring a mug for Nuuko. How d'you bashers fight? I know everybody comes through here, mebbe I can find somebody wants a new client or two. Rhenai says, patting the scimitar at his hip. "But, I also enjoy swingin a bit more weight around, and this is what I'll probably be usin' tonight." He continues, patting the halberd on his back. "So, can ya get me a promoter or not?" Rhenai asks, leaning on the bar. |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 17, 2008 22:49:12 GMT -5
Elbowing her way through the crowd, Silver spots John by the ring, shouting at the thing that refuses to finish its kill quickly, and chuckles to herself. She turns away, pushing through the bloodthirsty revellers again, and this time catches a glimpse of the Gith woman, coolly watching the proceedings.
Silver grins, cracks her knuckles, and saunters up to her sponsor. "Evenin' cutter. I'm more'n ready ta fight, if ye're ready ta make some jink off me. I've got ta bit o' a reputation tha needs buildin'" She adds with a wink, and a bloodthirsty gleam in her eye.
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Post by Stix on Feb 17, 2008 23:56:58 GMT -5
Aalgru resisting Intimidate
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Post by Stix on Feb 17, 2008 23:58:15 GMT -5
"Well I like ta fight with ma scimitar here" Rhenai says, patting the scimitar at his hip. "But, I also enjoy swingin a bit more weight around, and this is what I'll probably be usin' tonight." He continues, patting the halberd on his back. "So, can ya get me a promoter or not?" Rhenai asks, leaning on the bar. Oiy! Felgar! Who's the best promoter for my kind in here? Looks like I'm not the only one itching for a fight. If I gotta wait in line, that's fine, but I'm ready to draw some blood! You're a nice fella and all, but I didn't come here to chit chat with the staff.Xianna scans the room, her eyes follow the patrons that were at the bar, watching them and observing who they talk to. " Bows are my preference, though in a setting like this probably not so practical. You can't make much money if you keep killng the spectators," the dark elf says with a chuckle. " I'll likely stick to my swords or chatkcha." " Not all at once, bloods!" Felgar says gleefully. " Ye'll all get the chance to nick somebody good -- probably each other! Ha!" He shuffles to the keg to refill a few patrons' mugs. " Y' interested in a short duel, or willing to risk your life? Tha's all 'at really matters here." "Get done or get out. Or I'll run you through. You're wasting my time, take your kill and go." He does his best to menace the abominable being. Worse comes to worse, maybe he'll get a foe to fight out of it. Aalgru ignores the interloper, taking its time finishing its meal. Ghour's attention is divided between the fiend and the Fated; the orc wears a stony expression, but seems tense. Silver grins, cracks her knuckles, and saunters up to her sponsor. "Evenin' cutter. I'm more'n ready ta fight, if ye're ready ta make some jink off me. I've got ta bit o' a reputation tha needs buildin'" She adds with a wink, and a bloodthirsty gleam in her eye. Iljen offers a nod of respect to her loyal client. " Tonight's the night to move you into the big brawls," she says auspiciously. " I've lined up an introductory fight that you can't lose. Can you pitch in twenty-five gold pieces to help seal your victory?" |
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Post by john on Feb 18, 2008 0:02:36 GMT -5
John turns back to the Orc. "Ugh. Reveling in the kill so... waste of money, time, and audience."
He almost spits the words, and begins to nigh-smoulder with impatience. "You look like me, friend. Something on your mind? I'm ready to shed blood, mine or others."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 18, 2008 0:36:41 GMT -5
" Y' interested in a short duel, or willing to risk your life? Tha's all 'at really matters here." Nuuko's brow furrows and he carefully looks the squat bartender up and down. What game is he playing at...short duel? " You can step into the arena and not risk your life?" The lanky elf's words seem doubting and a bit incredulous, though genuinely curious. |
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Post by artemis on Feb 18, 2008 6:24:51 GMT -5
" Y' interested in a short duel, or willing to risk your life? Tha's all 'at really matters here." Nuuko's brow furrows and he carefully looks the squat bartender up and down. What game is he playing at...short duel? " You can step into the arena and not risk your life?" The lanky elf's words seem doubting and a bit incredulous, though genuinely curious. Xianna turns her head towards the dark skinned elf, eyeing him up and down. "Yeah cutter, if you don't have the stones, you can swim in the kiddie pool." She was half mocking and half serious. All this waiting around had soured her mood. She didn't care if she fought for blood or not at this point, she just wanted to fight. |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 18, 2008 17:43:27 GMT -5
Xianna turns her head towards the dark skinned elf, eyeing him up and down. "Yeah cutter, if you don't have the stones, you can swim in the kiddie pool." She was half mocking and half serious. All this waiting around had soured her mood. She didn't care if she fought for blood or not at this point, she just wanted to fight. Though he's uncertain about the phrase 'swim in the kiddie pool' the desert-dweller gets the obvious implication and lets out a raspy laugh. Turning his head toward Xianna, Nuuko looks down his nose at the blue-haired woman's face before bending his neck to actually appraise her whole person. " What kind of test is that? Why let the Now slip from your fingers just as you start to embrace it?" The rhetorical questions come as he lifts his head again to look over the throng of intermingled spectators, minders and gladiators. Lifting the mug to his lips, Nuuko absently sips at the cheap bub. Ya certainly get what ya pay for in here. |
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Post by celticguy on Feb 18, 2008 19:24:31 GMT -5
Not all at once, bloods!" Felgar says gleefully. Ye'll all get the chance to nick somebody good -- probably each other! Ha! He shuffles to the keg to refill a few patrons' mugs. Y' interested in a short duel, or willing to risk your life? Tha's all 'at really matters here. Rhenai asks, gesturing towards the creature impassively reading it's meal. |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 18, 2008 20:36:37 GMT -5
Iljen offers a nod of respect to her loyal client. " Tonight's the night to move you into the big brawls," she says auspiciously. " I've lined up an introductory fight that you can't lose. Can you pitch in twenty-five gold pieces to help seal your victory?" Silver eagerly - and restlessly - smacks one fist into the other, grinning from ear to ear in anticipation of the fight to come; this is just what she was hoping would happen. "If'n it'll be helpin' me win, I see no harm, cutter." She grins, finishing the coins out of her belt-pouch, and silently hopes this isn't a peel. If it is, serves her right for agreeing to shadier dealings. [OOC: I'm assuming by now Quicksilver would have the spare funds, right? I never did actually complete her miscellaneous equipment list.  ] |
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Post by artemis on Feb 20, 2008 6:40:16 GMT -5
Xianna turns her head towards the dark skinned elf, eyeing him up and down. "Yeah cutter, if you don't have the stones, you can swim in the kiddie pool." She was half mocking and half serious. All this waiting around had soured her mood. She didn't care if she fought for blood or not at this point, she just wanted to fight. Though he's uncertain about the phrase 'swim in the kiddie pool' the desert-dweller gets the obvious implication and lets out a raspy laugh. Turning his head toward Xianna, Nuuko looks down his nose at the blue-haired woman's face before bending his neck to actually appraise her whole person. " What kind of test is that? Why let the Now slip from your fingers just as you start to embrace it?" The rhetorical questions come as he lifts his head again to look over the throng of intermingled spectators, minders and gladiators. Lifting the mug to his lips, Nuuko absently sips at the cheap bub. Ya certainly get what ya pay for in here.Xianna didn't know what the strange man meant, he was probably another one of those lunatics that are always quoting their incredulous beliefs. Or, maybe he's just being facetious. Out of her nature, she felt compelled to talk to this strange elf, maybe she sensed she could gain something from him, may it be jink, power, or a good ally. " The names Xianna cutter, she nods to him, " didn't mean no offense by the remark, just seems everybody's too anxious to die tonight." |
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