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Post by john on Apr 18, 2008 18:27:44 GMT -5
John nods a farewell to Ghour and says, "Alright then. I know where the next place I need to visit is. Live, and profit."
He stumps off, now smelling of dried blood and even more violence than usual. A not-small amount of it his own.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Apr 24, 2008 21:30:54 GMT -5
While the ongoing match is ending, Nuuko stretches his arms over his head and then alternately brings his knees up nearly to his chest, stretching out his thigh muscles. When he sees one of them finally got up the courage to close on the other, he moves nearer the ring.
As soon as the prolonged fight before his has ended and the two participants clear the ring, the Athasian enters without hesitation or fanfare. The dark-skinned elf is already pacing around the ring and surveying the ground for debris or unevenness when the fight announcer realizes he's already entered ring. "Berks, bashers and cutters of all size, this evening gives us some more fresh blood. Already in the ring and apparently eager to get this first blood match underway is The Night Runner."
Nuuko's expression doesn't change at all, he remains as focused as though he were tracking thri-kreen that were hunting too close to his tribe. He draws the only metal weapon on his person, a long sword, and swings it in a few graceful, quick arcs while waiting for his opponent.
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Post by Stix on Apr 27, 2008 21:57:25 GMT -5
A thuggish human with studded leather, longsword and shield enters opposite Nuuko. "And his opponent, the murderous Jiring Callerin!"
"Combatants at the ready...." Eyes and grins widen in sadistic glee throughout the crowd as the mob of patrons anticipates another bout of violence.
"Begin!"
Initiative[dice=20+3]
Attack (Combat Expertise, -5 attack, +5 AC) [dice=20+1]
AC 18 normally, 23 this round[rand=99053451735129095094622785079899971003305175189600964631662405]
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Post by exile on May 24, 2008 13:14:58 GMT -5
(Tell me if I'm resurrecting a dead thread here, but Kale's essentially ready and I'm eager to take him out for a walk. Feel free to move the post to another time stamp if necessary; this one just seems the most appropriate since its essentially been the central thread .)
A golden-eyed githzerai rose from his table beside the ring leaving behind an untouched and long forgotten tankard of ale. Kale had seen enough, and now he was eager to take his own turn in the pit. There was some skill here, to be sure, but many of the contestants were simply desperate; Kale knew a good bet when he saw one. Crossing through the crowded room back to the bar, he flagged down the Gnomish proprietor with a wave.
"Can you get me in there tonight?" he asked, hitching a finger back over his shoulder towards the bloody sands. Though clearly well armed with a heavy scimitar at his back and a warhammer at his hip, the githzerai was noticeably lacking in armor.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on May 24, 2008 20:14:19 GMT -5
((Sorry, I'd forgotten this thread was waiting on my reply))
Nuuko begins moving across the ring and charges his human opponent, long sword whistling through the air as he continues past the shorter combatant.
Initiative: [dice=20+5]
Attack: (Skirmish) [dice=20+7]
AC: 15[rand=082071950618552889161952797803697901565893672804948920778162348]
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Post by Stix on May 30, 2008 18:09:44 GMT -5
"I always love t'see a gith in the Pit," Felgar says with a crooked smile. "I'll help ya get in there, sure. First blood, or to the finish?" he asks, guessing the lean and well-armed githzerai isn't in the market for a boxing match.
In the ring, Jiring hangs back, waiting for the tall prime to come to him -- and, with a duck and a sidestep, gets under his opponent's guard...
Hit location
[dice=10]
Damage
[dice=8+6][rand=11035895640384119308130454330165627519385682657757223177788563672]
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Post by exile on May 30, 2008 19:54:15 GMT -5
“I’ll take whatever I can get, cutter,” Kale said with a lopsided grin that did more to bare his teeth than express his pleasure. “But the fatter the purse, the keener I am to try to wrest it away so a fight to the finish suits me just fine.”
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Post by Stix on May 31, 2008 12:40:05 GMT -5
Jiring's blade lays open Nuuko's right calf with a brutal sidestroke as the two combatants pass one another. As soon as his strike hits home, he gives a great shout and raises his bloodied chiv triumphantly, owning his victory as he cheers along with the crowd.
At ringside, Aven buries his face in his hands and shakes his head, crestfallen and frustrated by another loss on his record. When the prime begins to leave the circle, his sponsor looks to him with a forced, halfhearted smile. "Don't lose heart, basher -- your technique was fine, he was just too fast for you. I'm a believer that anyone can perform successfully, with enough effort and practice; I'll continue my sponsorship for your next fight, if you want to try again once you've healed. How's the wound?"
*****
"You'll have ta find a sponsor," Felgar says to the githzerai, the unwholesome grin plastered to his face. "If it's the most jink fer your fight that you're after, I could point you in the right direction... for a nominal service fee."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on May 31, 2008 13:12:11 GMT -5
Jiring's blade lays open Nuuko's right calf with a brutal sidestroke as the two combatants pass one another. As soon as his strike hits home, he gives a great shout and raises his bloodied chiv triumphantly, owning his victory as he cheers along with the crowd. Nuuko grits his teeth as the human's blade finds purchase in his sinewy leg. The adrenaline and fog of battle clouds his vision for a moment and the lanky elf finds his sword arm raised to strike again when Jiring's exultant shout brings him back to what was happening. Right, only to first blood. His spits disgustedly on the ground and glances around until his spies Aven. At ringside, Aven buries his face in his hands and shakes his head, crestfallen and frustrated by another loss on his record. When the prime begins to leave the circle, his sponsor looks to him with a forced, halfhearted smile. " Don't lose heart, basher -- your technique was fine, he was just too fast for you. I'm a believer that anyone can perform successfully, with enough effort and practice; I'll continue my sponsorship for your next fight, if you want to try again once you've healed. How's the wound?" Favoring his left leg slightly but refusing to give his opponent the satisfaction of seeing him limp out of the ring, the Athasian's countenance sours considerably. Looking down at his sponsor, Nuuko replies dryly, " Thri-kreen bite much harder than that, especially when they're hungry. I'll be fine soon enough." And I'll certainly be up for fighting again, but not a first blood match next time. It's not the first strike that matters, but the last. It's just too bad there isn't a larger arena for this, somewhere to stretch my legs and not worry about errant projectiles hitting spectators," he says patting the unstrung long bow across his back. |
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Post by exile on May 31, 2008 15:54:41 GMT -5
“Of course, cutter, I expected nothing less,” Kale’s golden eyed gaze practically burns with its intensity. “Nothing in this life is free, my friend. What’s your price? I want the best sponsor my jink will buy.”
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Post by Stix on Jun 1, 2008 22:10:36 GMT -5
" And I'll certainly be up for fighting again, but not a first blood match next time. It's not the first strike that matters, but the last." " That's the way, cutter," Aven says with confidence, reaching up to clap the tall prime on the shoulder. " I'll see you next time you're in the Pit." “ Of course, cutter, I expected nothing less,” Kale’s golden eyed gaze practically burns with its intensity. “ Nothing in this life is free, my friend. What’s your price? I want the best sponsor my jink will buy.” " Twenty silver pieces," the gnome says quickly, meeting the gith's intense stare. " Seems steep, but if y're cut out fer your fight, you'll make it back and then some." |
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Post by exile on Jun 2, 2008 14:02:46 GMT -5
"Twenty stingers then, cutter," Kale exclaims as he reaches for his coin purse. Counting out the required fare he continues. "But I expect good value on this coin. Now who do I talk to?"
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Post by Stix on Jun 2, 2008 18:17:44 GMT -5
Felgar scoops the coins off the bar in a smooth motion. "For the best jink, Aven's your man," he says simply, pointing out the foppishly-dressed human.
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Post by exile on Jun 2, 2008 18:28:02 GMT -5
“Thank-you, cutter,” Kale replies with his unchanging grin. Taking his leave of the barman, the Gith strikes out across the crowded floor for the fop indicated to him as Aven.
“Evening, basher,” he interjects almost immediately. “I understand you’re the blood I should be wigwagging with if I want to turn a profit in the ring. My name’s Kale, and I’m looking for a good fight tonight.”
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jun 2, 2008 23:30:58 GMT -5
" That's the way, cutter," Aven says with confidence, reaching up to clap the tall prime on the shoulder. " I'll see you next time you're in the Pit." Nuuko nods and picks his way off through the crowd, heading for the kegs. He steps up to the bar between a human woman arguing loudly with a half-orc and a strange, fur-covered humanoid calmly drinking the cheap bub. Probably another kind of tiefling, the lean Prime thinks to himself. Standing silently, the elf waits to get the gnome's attention again. " Pike it, bitch! 'At wasn't a real fight, it was a soddin gyp. Where'd dat big bright flash come from?" the green-skinned thug bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at the significantly smaller woman. " If ya think yer gettin my jink after 'at, yer barmier'n a Chaosman!" Without even a breath's space, she quickly retorts, " an' if you think I'm leavin 'ere without the jink I clearly won, yer gunna find yerself missin' some skin AND some coin." Watching with some interest, Nuuko adjusted slightly as the half-orc started to lift a nasty-looking spiked club from his side. " Hows a li'l girl like you gonna back up dem big words?" The basher stopped with his hand only about shoulder high and a large ugly sneer split across his mug. Looking down, the scout saw what gave the smelly ruffian pause: the slight woman had calmly and quick as a bolt produced a dagger and was tapping the half-orc on his inner thigh, just above the protection of his thick leather leggings. Lowering his weapon, the big basher dropped a small pouch on the bar in front of the human and stomped off, roughly pushing people out of his way. Nuuko chuckles at the large bully being bested by a "helpless woman." " The bigger they are the dumber they fall," his gritty, airy voice drifts down to the woman. With a light laugh, she calls out suddenly, " Felgar! Two bubs over here!" The gnome doesn't even turn around to see where the order came from, he just fills two mugs and sets them down in front of the woman. " Here ya are Corenna." She drops three coppers on the counter which Felgar scoops up before walking off to the other end of the bar. The woman, Corenna apparently, nudges one mug toward Nuuko, " good haul for me tonight, enjoy cutter. With that she walks off with the other mug and a satisfied smile on her face. The Athasian shrugs, nods his appreciation and picks up the proffered drink. Turning to once again face the crowded room, the lanky elf takes several large mouthfuls and makes his way over to the ring to wait for the next match. |
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Post by Stix on Jun 27, 2008 14:31:29 GMT -5
“ Evening, basher,” he interjects almost immediately. “ I understand you’re the blood I should be wigwagging with if I want to turn a profit in the ring. My name’s Kale, and I’m looking for a good fight tonight.” Aven sizes up the new gith and sighs. " It's been a losing night for me, basher -- I can't take another gamble just now. Maybe you could try me another time." |
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Post by exile on Jul 3, 2008 22:48:16 GMT -5
The gith’s brow furled, disappointment written plain upon his face. “What if I changed the stakes then, basher? Let me put up the fees on this match. You don’t stand to loose a thing then. But if I win I take the whole purse mind, since it’s my jink on the line. Look at it like this, cutter: if I loose, you’re no worse off than you are now. And if I win, you’ll have won the right to manage the next rising star in this pile of rubble they call an arena. What do you say?”
(OOC: Let me know if you actually want to close the thread and this wasn't just purely for RPing purposes.)
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Post by Stix on Jul 11, 2008 10:48:11 GMT -5
The Sensate clicks his teeth together absently as he considers Kale's words.
"It's not just the jink, it's my record... but your confidence eases my concerns. First blood, or to the finish?"
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Post by exile on Jul 11, 2008 10:49:46 GMT -5
"Until the other man is finished, cutter," Kale replied with a wink.
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