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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 20, 2008 18:13:05 GMT -5
" 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." The lanky elf nods back to the tiefling woman, " I'm Nuuko." Taking another sip from the 'bub' he adds, " I took no offense...just thought this to be like the gladiatorial arenas the humans of the City-States run. As for dying, can't speak for anyone else here...but I'm only anxious to live." He practically spits the words 'humans' and 'City-States.' |
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Post by artemis on Feb 20, 2008 20:58:45 GMT -5
"Ah ha ha he", Xianna snickered. The cheap bub on tap always seems to go straight to her head.
"Ain't they a bunch of berks?," she queries. " They are all like sheep. "
She leans back in her chair, eying the door.
"Like rats in mazes, these pests scurry to and fro." She cuts her eyes at passing by patron. Suddenly Xianna's eyes faded to their muted yellow.
"Agh, I've almost lost my taste for blood", she says as she raises her mug to the elf.
"But I'm still inclined to fight!", she suddenly shouts to the mob, ignoring any wayfarers' response. She nestles against the bar, but still stands erect.
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Post by Stix on Feb 21, 2008 13:47:30 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." " You're no good to me dead," Ghour says plainly, " and I don't care for piked-off tanar'ri." He offers a brief explanation. " Aalgru's been given the right to make a meal outta any berk he writes in the dead-book. It slows down the night, but he's a crowd favorite. Draws a lot of Sensates, too, and they always carry heavy purses." The orc puts the fiend out of his mind for the moment, picking at an irritation on his neck with one horn-like fingernail. " You're too good to be sittin' low with the sods. We're moving you up a rank tonight." He turns slowly, dismissing himself to arrange the fight, then adds as an afterthought, " Care to wager on yourself to increase the stakes?" "I'm willin ta risk ma life, so soon's that thing's done eatin we can fight?" " Y'need someone ta sponsor you in the ring," Felgar explains. " I think I might know someone who'd take you." The gnome points across the less-crowded end of the establishment, indicating a tall woman wearing a suit of leather armor covered in barbs and spines of varying sizes. " Corlinn's a worshiper of some mad battle-goddess, and a Sinker to boot, so if you decide to wigwag with her, get right to the point and try not to pike her off. Most of the promoters are ring veterans, but she still fights, and she's sodding good at it too." 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. " Some goes to the spellslinging and some to an extra wager on you. When you win, you'll get all your jink back, plus some." Iljen takes the coins, counting them out for good measure, and nods to another githzerai in the crowd, who makes a small gesture of recognition. " Go and swap the chant for a while. I'll find you soon." "Ah ha ha he", Xianna snickered. The cheap bub on tap always seems to go straight to her head. "Ain't they a bunch of berks?," she queries. " They are all like sheep. "She leans back in her chair, eying the door. "Like rats in mazes, these pests scurry to and fro." She cuts her eyes at passing by patron. Suddenly Xianna's eyes faded to their muted yellow. "Agh, I've almost lost my taste for blood", she says as she raises her mug to the elf. "But I'm still inclined to fight!", she suddenly shouts to the mob, ignoring any wayfarers' response. She nestles against the bar, but still stands erect. A gap-toothed human sitting against the wall lets out a wheezing hiss of laughter. " Y' might try talking to Iljen," Felgar interjects. " Githzerai. She represents plenty women want in the ring. So does Corlinn, but...." The gnome indicates Xianna's faction insignia. Aalgru devours the last chunks of bone, leaving no trace of its opponent except a few gore stains on the floor. The fiend stands to its full six and a half feet -- then its form seems to ripple and roil for a few seconds as bone warps and flesh congeals into a new shape: human, lean and muscular, with sallow skin and dark eyes. The man raises a fist in a brief victorious gloat, picks up the scattered belongings left behind, and leaves the ring, sparing a vacant glance to John. Attendants begin to clean out the circle. |
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Post by artemis on Feb 21, 2008 14:21:45 GMT -5
"Where is this Iljen?" she asks Felgar. "I'm almost tempted to sit here and drink, maybe make a wager...... naw, I wanna fight. A girls gotta make some jink, right?".
She turns back to Nuuko, "So, you gonna throw your hat in the ring? Might as well, that's why we're here right? If we were just here to drink we sure could've picked a better place." She winks at Felgar, "No offense cutter."
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Post by Stix on Feb 21, 2008 15:02:00 GMT -5
"None taken!" the gnome says gleefully, showing an unwholesome grin. "The bub's awful, but it's cheap enough that any sod off the street can drink himself addle-coved and lose a few teeth in the ring. How else does an honest spiv make his living?
"Iljen's o'er there, by Quicksilver." Felgar points into the crowd, indicating the two.
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Post by celticguy on Feb 21, 2008 16:12:11 GMT -5
Y'need someone ta sponsor you in the ring," Felgar explains. I think I might know someone who'd take you.The gnome points across the less-crowded end of the establishment, indicating a tall woman wearing a suit of leather armor covered in barbs and spines of varying sizes. Corlinn's a worshiper of some mad battle-goddess, and a Sinker to boot, so if you decide to wigwag with her, get right to the point and try not to pike her off. Most of the promoters are ring veterans, but she still fights, and she's sodding good at it too. Rhwnai says, walking away towards the indicated woman. "Oi, you Corlinn?" he asks, looking her up and down. "I got told by the gnome at the bar that you'd be willin' to sponsor a cutter like me" he continues, grinning and showing his large teeth. |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 21, 2008 17:47:05 GMT -5
She turns back to Nuuko, "So, you gonna throw your hat in the ring? Might as well, that's why we're here right? If we were just here to drink we sure could've picked a better place." She winks at Felgar, "No offense cutter."Nuuko catches the fiend's vacant glare and follows it right to John's sour mug. Smiling and letting out a small chuckle, the Athasian nods at the tiefling's question and turns his head back toward Felgar, " anyone you might point me to ta line up a fight?" |
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Post by artemis on Feb 21, 2008 18:42:38 GMT -5
Xianna cracks her neck and knuckles, tips Felgar the gold coin for all his help and nods at Nuuko. She saunters over to Quicksilver and Iljen, careful not to interupt. "Scuse me cutter, but the gnome at the bar said you might be able to get me in the ring tonight." She looks at Quicksilver, "I'm happy to wait in line of course."
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Post by john on Feb 22, 2008 0:11:31 GMT -5
"Keh. Can't even get in a brawl by starting one." John looks even more disgusted and almost orders a drink before returning to his chunk of the bar to brood darkly. His fingers and thumbs are twitching with tension, as they sometimes do, and he eyes the various people looking for brawls with a baleful expression somewhere between actively hostile and just inherently mean.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 22, 2008 6:45:01 GMT -5
Xianna cracks her neck and knuckles, tips Felgar the gold coin for all his help and nods at Nuuko. She saunters over to Quicksilver and Iljen, careful not to interupt. "Scuse me cutter, but the gnome at the bar said you might be able to get me in the ring tonight." She looks at Quicksilver, "I'm happy to wait in line of course."Silver eyes the newcomer up and down, slowly and deliberately sizing her up; as a worthy combatant, ally, or even enemy. Slowly, one by one, the pink haired woman cracks her knuckles, keeping her gaze fixed upon Xianna. Her eyes, a flinty shade of grey, shift colour suddely, sliding through black as pitch, blue like the sea, and finally, a liquid silver. She blinks, and her eyes revert back to their normal colour. "Well now, look wot tha cat be draggin in. Another gal who'd wanna play ina tha ring wit me?" She giggles, and flips her fringe off her face. Turning back to Iljen, she nods. "Ye have me thanks fer arrangin this, cutter. I'll be over by tha bar when ye're needin me."That said, she takes her leave of the gith woman, sparing a wink, and a long slow glance for Xianna as she passes; swaying her hips each confident step of the way. [ooc: just had a couple minor errors in this post I wanted to correct. I was in a hurry when I wrote it last night.  ] |
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Post by artemis on Feb 23, 2008 16:07:13 GMT -5
Xianna holds Quicksilver's glance, her eyes don't flash, but seems defiant. Strange bashers in a place like this.
She turns to Iljen, "I bet that one makes you a lot of jink," nodding in Silver's direction.
"Like I said, the gnome said you might sponsor me, if the lineup is full I can wait. I just don't wanna drink too much of that awful bub before I fight."
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Post by Stix on Feb 24, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
"Thanks Mate" Rhwnai says, walking away towards the indicated woman. "Oi, you Corlinn?" he asks, looking her up and down. "I got told by the gnome at the bar that you'd be willin' to sponsor a cutter like me" he continues, grinning and showing his large teeth. " 'At's me," the woman says, turning her attention to Rhenai. To match her armor, Corlinn's black hair is worn in spikes of varying length, a popular style with many of the more savage warriors of Tir na Og. Stray locks hang down around her brow and ears, giving her a dirty and disheveled mien. A latticework of scars covers her exposed forearms and hands, and an old blade-wound across her face has left both lips and one nostril split down to the bone. Her deep-set hazel eyes are devoid of any sympathy or consideration. The warrior-woman regards the genasi with simple glances at weapons, armor, and faction symbols. " I usually like what Felgar sends me. You'll risk your life soon, I promise you." Nuuko catches the fiend's vacant glare and follows it right to John's sour mug. Smiling and letting out a small chuckle, the Athasian nods at the tiefling's question and turns his head back toward Felgar, " anyone you might point me to ta line up a fight?" Felgar looks Nuuko up and down again for good measure. " Honestly, basher, I'm not sure where ta point you," he says, speaking up a bit. " You've probably got a chance t' impress about anyone in here." Double-taking the Prime, Felgar inquires, " Alright, I'm stumped, basher. What are yeh, exactly?" Xianna holds Quicksilver's glance, her eyes don't flash, but seems defiant. Strange bashers in a place like this.She turns to Iljen, "I bet that one makes you a lot of jink," nodding in Silver's direction. "Like I said, the gnome said you might sponsor me, if the lineup is full I can wait. I just don't wanna drink too much of that awful bub before I fight."" Mm hmm," the githzerai says humorlessly, considering the Athar. " Alright, if you come recommended." Iljen beckons for Quicksilver and regards both women. " Would the two of you consider fighting paired? Specialty matches always draw the big jink." (25% chance for PC-on-PC fight) [dice=100][rand=0173986111476363762762663640132255203374136060638476415117555274] |
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Post by Stix on Feb 24, 2008 12:51:40 GMT -5
(Oh my, it's gonna be an interesting night.)
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 24, 2008 21:14:44 GMT -5
" Mm hmm," the githzerai says humorlessly, considering the Athar. " Alright, if you come recommended." Iljen beckons for Quicksilver and regards both women. " Would the two of you consider fighting paired? Specialty matches always draw the big jink." (25% chance for PC-on-PC fight) Quicksilver pivots on her heel, turning to face Iljen. "Oooh, I like tha sound o' that, cutter." She replies, perhaps a little too gleefully, and swaggers over to stand close to Xianna again. She eyes the tiefling chit up and down again. Grinning from ear to ear, paces around the Athar slowly, sizing her up for any obvious weapons, anything that might mark her chosen fighting style. "My, ain't ye a puny fer a tieflin' chit." She chuckles, just to rattle her bones a bit. There was nothing like a little taunting before the fight even began... and if it sparked the fight off even sooner, all the better. She continues to stalk around the woman, her pace measured and confident. Every warrior, every pit fighter worth his salt, has his own special way he liked to attack, and finish off his opponents. And what could be an advantage to him, could easily be turned against him. Silver didn't know Xianna, didn't know how she liked to fight - though she sure seemed to be all bluster and bravado so far. A mask perhaps? Was she secretly afraid of this place, or sought to carve a name for herself off the hides of her opponents. Silver stops before the Athar and looks her square in the eye. Tieflings usually felt as though they had something to prove to the rest of the Cage, and the multiverse in general. "I hope ye don' mind me bustin' up yer pretty face too much, cutter. It's nothin' personal... though I'll try not ta scar ye too much." Silver leans close, and hisses into Xianna's ear. Initimidate [If applicable] [dice=20+5][rand=14343680811148848707245666831691089978392037725069711861050544583] |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 24, 2008 21:47:44 GMT -5
Double-taking the Prime, Felgar inquires, " Alright, I'm stumped, basher. What are yeh, exactly?" Taken aback by his directness and slightly confused at the question Nuuko ponders for a second what the little man might mean. He begins hesitantly but then speaks with increasing pride, " I'm a scout of the Half Moons clan, arcanists of the Night Runners tribe. We're the ultimate covert operatives on all of Athas. When humans and dwarves tell their campfire tales of the midnight elven raids that hit like a sandstorm and disappear with the wind, they're talking of us." The white-haired elf stares at the bartender, alert for any reaction betrayed by his countenance. |
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Post by artemis on Feb 24, 2008 23:26:50 GMT -5
"My face ain't what worries me cutter, " Xianna murmurs to Silver. She flicks her tongue, and her eyes flash red.
"I'm here for jink cutter, so if we gotta show 'em some blood, so be it."
She knew she was being sized-up, but she didn't mind. Many berks had misread her, but this Silver seemed to have some reputation around these parts.
She willingly turns in a circle to show whatever weapons can be discerned.
"We can play this any way ya like Silver. We can make jink or we can make enemies."
She turns to see Iljen's reaction.
My. my, this is an interesting pace, she thinks. All this pomp and no circumstance.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 25, 2008 0:38:43 GMT -5
"My face ain't what worries me cutter, " Xianna murmurs to Silver. She flicks her tongue, and her eyes flash red. "I'm here for jink cutter, so if we gotta show 'em some blood, so be it."She knew she was being sized-up, but she didn't mind. Many berks had misread her, but this Silver seemed to have some reputation around these parts. She willingly turns in a circle to show whatever weapons can be discerned. "We can play this any way ya like Silver. We can make jink or we can make enemies."She turns to see Iljen's reaction. My. my, this is an interesting pace, she thinks. All this pomp and no circumstance. Silver grins. Xianna wasn't all just bluster and bravado after all. Good. "I'm here fer whatever earns me an' me sponsor jink, an' fer whatever gets me knuckles bloodied. If'n the crowd's wantin' us ta fight side by side, I'll do that. If'n the big jink lies in me splatterin yer bonebox all over tha ring, I'll be doin that, too." She grins again, and folds her arms casually over her chest. |
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Post by Stix on Feb 25, 2008 1:48:03 GMT -5
Quicksilver pivots on her heel, turning to face Iljen. "Oooh, I like tha sound o' that, cutter." She replies, perhaps a little too gleefully, and swaggers over to stand close to Xianna again. Silver stops before the Athar and looks her square in the eye. Tieflings usually felt as though they had something to prove to the rest of the Cage, and the multiverse in general. "I hope ye don' mind me bustin' up yer pretty face too much, cutter. It's nothin' personal... though I'll try not ta scar ye too much." Silver leans close, and hisses into Xianna's ear. " No, no, Silver," Iljen is quick to correct before two potential prospects kill each other before they're even in the ring. " Paired. The two of you against two other bashers. I'd be a complete leatherhead to pit two of my own fighters against each other." Taken aback by his directness and slightly confused at the question Nuuko ponders for a second what the little man might mean. He begins hesitantly but then speaks with increasing pride, " I'm a scout of the Half Moons clan, arcanists of the Night Runners tribe. We're the ultimate covert operatives on all of Athas. When humans and dwarves tell their campfire tales of the midnight elven raids that hit like a sandstorm and disappear with the wind, they're talking of us." The white-haired elf stares at the bartender, alert for any reaction betrayed by his countenance. " An'... the--" Felgar stutters. Finally, he settles for, " Yer awful tall fer an elf." But a raider, that I c'n work with...." The gnome surveys the crowd. " Well, there's Aven -- works with lotsa quick spivs. Depending on what yer like in a fight, Corlinn or Iljen might find you good business. There's plenty more sponsors bangin' around, they just don't give me no garnish ta bring 'em up in conversation!" The bartender pours a mug for himself and watches the crowd to see if anybody else stands out. |
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Post by artemis on Feb 25, 2008 8:32:43 GMT -5
AHAHA! Xianna lifts her head back and laughs. "The name's Xianna, but you can call me Fury in the ring." She pops her neck again, loosening up.
"Alright then, who's the poor berks that's gonna face us?"
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Feb 25, 2008 12:42:17 GMT -5
" An'... the--" Felgar stutters. Finally, he settles for, " Yer awful tall fer an elf." But a raider, that I c'n work with...." The gnome surveys the crowd. " Well, there's Aven -- works with lotsa quick spivs. Depending on what yer like in a fight, Corlinn or Iljen might find you good business. There's plenty more sponsors bangin' around, they just don't give me no garnish ta bring 'em up in conversation!" The bartender pours a mug for himself and watches the crowd to see if anybody else stands out. " Our clan is one of the tallest in the tribe, but I'm of average height amongst my kin. Though you're not the first to mention these shorter elves, I've yet to see any since I arrived here. As for how I fight, when using my swords I prefer to keep myself moving as much as possible, makes it harder for my enemies to hit me. I don't know anything about these names, who'll get me the best jinks for my fights," the Prime inquires. |
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