"I can't see nothin'! And if we gotta time limit, I surely wouldn't be bettin' on us."
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Darnak keeps his defensive stance.
Hearing their opponent has gone invisible, Darnak remains in place and readies himself.
Darnak shrugs as he leans against a tree and watches the spectacle of Deathless "the tree killing machine" go to work.
"Trees. Why does it have ta be so many trees? I can't see a blasted thing." The dwarf readies himself with his dragon stance and waits for... something.
Darnak nods as well, "I'm in." He then moves and retrieves his own boots and puts them back on.
As one Chanter falls, Darnak switches his attacks and continues his assault upon the nearest one.
Darnak unloads of volley of attacks against the chanter in front of him.
Nodding, "Clever plan, lad. Quite clever."
Pondering it a moment, the dwarf eventually nods. "I gotta agree, lad. Mainly because I think tigers are a fantastic animal. Never been a fan of a tusked pig; they're just to blasted ugly," he says with a shrug.
"Not by yourself, lad. Plus ya got me curious." The dwarf - although not nearly as light on his feet - works to keep just as silent as his teammate while also keeping an eye out for their target.
"I'll go with ya, lad. No sense in ya goin' by yourself. Plus, I'm curious as ta how this might play out. Maybe we might find out who this blasted 'Golden League' is and maybe we can pound some 'kindness' into 'em."
Darnak continues to wait out their opponent.
Darnak continues to wait, knowing that jumping on the smaller platform could prove costly - which is exactly what he figures she wants. "C'mon ya over-sized wench. I dare ya," he mutters to himself.
Darnak waits to see if Deathless is able to draw her back over on the larger landing.
Darnak continues his climb as well.
Darnak shrugs and follows Deathless up the rope ladder.
Darnak tips his hat and leaves with the others.
Seeing the others have everything well in hand, Darnak returns to the top of the cliff and pulls off the slippers before putting his own boots back on. "Not a real fan of water meself. Here's your shoes," he hands them over to whoever he's suppose to. "I think I'll take the long way down." He then proceeds back down the way he came.
Darnak goes into a flurry of fists and feet as he attacks the monk with near reckless abandon.
Moving into his stance, Darnak moves across the cliff and attacks.
Darnak follows the others.
Darnak watches the matches as well and can't help but shake his head at the embarrassing rants of Deathless as he slowly scoots away from his teammate.
Darnak remains silent as he watches the conversation unfold. As X rises and takes his leave, Darnak gives a nod to him and rises himself. "The lad's got it right... on all accounts. Mornin' comes early. Might want ta catch up on a bit of rest, lads." The dwarf then takes his leave as well. As he arrives at his room, he proceeds to heal himself of his wounds before turning in.
Darnak simply nods before scanning the room nonchalantly as he puts his food down and wipes his hands on a piece of cloth.
"No kiddin' there, lad. Thirty-two teams left. At least we're not havin' ta fight all of 'em." The dwarf avoids the wine but takes a bite of food.
Darnak flees until he runs into the wall.
As he goes into his dragon style form, the dwarf charges the undead creature and hopes to strike true.
"I'll give it a go. What the hey," he says, shrugging. When it's his turn, Darnak steps into the arena, moves into his dragon style and takes off in a flash, heading to each item as instructed.
Darnak chuckles at the warpriest. Turning to his opponent, "That means we accept," he says with a nod and a tip of his hat.
Darnak unloads another flurry of fists and kicks upon his opponent, hoping to accomplish something this time.
Darnak unloads with flurry of attacks at his opponent.
As the hail pummels him and the cold brings its bite, Darnak goes into his dragon style and charges, grabbing his kama from within his pack as he does. Charging straight at the spellcaster, he sends a mighty fist straight at her face.
Darnak manages to overhear a smidgen of Deathless talking to himself and turns to Wong in what appears to be utter fear. "QUICK!" he yells, slamming a pointed dwarven finger on the paper several times. "Our lives depend on it, lad! Oh forget it, I'll do it." He grabs the pen and hurries to write down 'The Storm Furies'. "There! It's done." He looks over at Deathless, "Don't you worry, lad, we've got a name. It's all good. You can rest easy and not think on it anymore. We're good. We're all good. Everythin's good now. Yes yes it's much better now than it could've been." He then quickly glances at the name and wonders if that 'u' looks somewhat like an 'o'. 'The Storm Fories?' I'm sure they'll get it right because that doesn't even make sense. That's just stupid. Yeah, it's good. It'll be good... I hope. The dwarf ponders it long after the sign up sheet has been taken away.
Darnak simply stares at Deathless blankly for a moment before quickly snapping his attention to Wong and saying, "Yep, you've got my vote to, lad. Probably need ta hurry up and write it down. Yep, just write it right there. Write it quickly, lad. Quick!" he snaps as he's all of the sudden a bit panicky. He glances over at Deathless signing his name and hopes that is all that he's doing.
"How 'bout: 'The Fantastic Four'? Believe it or not that one just came ta me. It's true. I wouldn't lie."
Darnak looks at the warpriest with a raised eyebrow. "'The Four Rookies', lad? We cannot have that one. They'd disqualify us on name alone. Let's go with D's suggestion: 'The Fists of Fury'. At least that one sounds intimidatin'." He then thinks on it a moment, "Of course the other train o' thought is we go with the 'The Four Rookies' and everyone underestimates us. Hm. Not bad, lad. Not bad." He then gives a shrug, "Either works for me. Just put somethin' down so we can get this thing started."
Darnak makes his way to the nearest cleric, "Okay. Where do we sign? Right here? Will do." He then proceeds to sign his name and the team name.
Taking in the sights of the Grand Pavilion, "Well this ought ta be interestin'. I wonder who's fightin' first? And 'when'? as far as that goes," he says to the others.
Nodding in thanks to the server. "Alright." Quickly finishing his drink, "Alright, lads and lass, looks like it's time ta call it a night. At least it is for this dwarf. We got a busy day tomorrow."
Darnak points and gives an agreeing nod. "True, me friend, too true. Should be interestin'." He then glances around, "Where are the waiters in this place? I could use one drink."
Darnak chuckles, "Whatever it takes ta win, right?" he asks rhetorically, grinning. He then leans in a bit toward Wong, "I will say this though, that old man over there...," he nods toward the white bearded man across the way, "I'm tellin' ya, there's somethin' about 'im that just ain't right. Hopefully I'm completely wrong and he's just a patron and not a contestant. One could easily underestimate that one. If ya notice everyone else in here, they appear young and formidable. Not him. And that's what gives me pause the most." Leaning back out, "I guess we'll find out. If he is part of the tournament and we've got ta beat 'im, then so be it."
"A dragon?!" Darnak exclaims, the idea dominating him to the point to where he's completely missed Deathless's innuendo. "Nobody said anythin' about a dragon. Boy this tournament is soundin' more deadly by the minute."
"Remember that every round the number goes down by half, Darnak:" Playing the wise companion fits more to Wong's likes than bullying goblins or boasting about his prowess. Through the years at the temple gates he's learned to not give anything for granted, specially small and apparently weak people. "Before you can say Kamehameha, the contest will be down to 16 teams or so." "Really? That quick, huh? Didn't realize that. I guess it's safe ta say this contest won't be but a few days long at that pace." Darnak then raises an eyebrow in curiosity as Deathless leans in near the woman and appears to be saying something he can't quite make out... and really makes no real effort in trying to. Knowing D about as well as one can, I really think it's a tad safer just not knowin'. In response to the woman's question, the dwarf strokes his beard a moment as he ponders said question and how to answer it. Eventually he shrugs and says, "Well... I just kind of fight ta be honest. I use me hands and feet and sometimes me head." He points to it and nods proudly. "I've been told many o' time by a number of folk over the years: 'Darnak! You sure are hard-headed!' And, Ma'am, I believe it's safe ta say, they were right," he says with a grin and wink.
The woman named Risha responds to Darnak, "We have a team of 4, my team is in bed. I decided to come here alone. Teams can be up to 4 people, but it seems some of these contestants are by themselves. They won't get far. The Ruby Phoenix Tournament celebrated its 30th decennial games in 7201 ic (4701 ar), marking 300 years of the tradition. To honor the occasion, instead of the traditional 64 entrants, an extra round of competition was added, bringing the total number of competing teams to a record 128. That must have been crazy fun!" Eyes going wide, "128! Blast that is a lot." He then looks around at the other tables a moment. "You don't suppose any of these folks have been in this thing more than once, do ya? I mean, look at that older fella across the way," he gives a nod in the direction of the white bearded man, "if that beard tells ya anything it's got ta say he's done this a time or two. I'd be surprised if this'd be his first time." |