baldwin the merciful |
"Bethany Razor, owns and captain's Quell's Whore. She's an extremely successful Captain and well, she's the region’s only true privateer." He smiles. "Ain't no woman on the coast up to her standing. No offense intended to the present company." He grins sheepishly. "She's a firebrand and it take a good hour to get your heart out of your throat after you meet her."
Chell Silves |
Yeah, weekends I usually sleep late and i think you guys are a little ahead of me.
She should have expected that. Considering who Bowde was. And she was getting a good picture of who Belok was too. This wasn't a new experience either. She had been propositioned before. But it didn't mean she was ever prepared for it. She blushed at the attention she got from the table. She had a low opinion of her own looks but saving a mans life from a mortal, or even minor wound, tended to make them grateful. And if they were respectful and nice, sometimes she would let them be grateful. But Belok was not. But that was his nature with his god.
"I can summon lightning boys," she says playfully but not altogether joking. Her eyes cloud over as the divine spell jumps to her lips, ready to fire. But it is gone a few seconds later. "That is quite the offer...I think. But I will have to pass. You are not my type. And considering the importance of the information I would like to keep things professional."
Embrianna |
Bri is quite happy with the current sitting arrangement. No offense at your comment. I know I'm not the type to instantly put fear into a man. I tend to deal with a things a bit differently than she does I am sure.."
"Any my opinions on a ship was split between Rider and Baron. It just depends what we end up doing and what kinda crew we can get."
Tulita Warrior, NPC |
The ringmaster finally announces the next fight:
"We aim t'please at the Skull, we even let the the Tutila's fight 'ere and our local drunks. this should be well....it's gonna be something of fight...the last time we had Torgue he... well passed out mid-bout, but we all had a good chuckle with that fight. Though a couple beat the crap out of the drunkard for the money they lost. I gauged his drunkenness tonight and he should be able to make it few rounds."
He loughs, "Then we have the savage form the outskirts, a primal rage runs through him."
Torgue Init.: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
tutila warrior: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
RD 1: Warrior
The warrior comes out and removes his shirt, he has several tribal tattoo, he flexes his muscles in an attempt to get the crowd going but it seems to fall flat.
He moves across the ring to slug Torgue,
att: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22;damage: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
His left hand jabs at Torgue's face, hitting it solidly.
Toruge you are up.
Torque2 |
Torgue comes in with his keg perched on his shoulder I can beat you with one arm on me keg! He slurps from the spout, wipes his face and takes two quick jabs with his fist.
Pow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 271d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Powwow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Torgue is certainly a slog and soaker. He does have the moves of a skilled fighter and takes advantage of his bulk to soak blows and punches with his bulk behind his blow.
Tulita Warrior, NPC |
RD 2: warrior
The tutila takes one big shot and he counters with a left - right combination,
att: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
att: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
He chuckles with glee as both punches hit the drunken slob. Knuckles crack as the jaw is rocked.
Sorrin the Wayward |
Sorrin watches this fight with more concern than the first two, whether it's his chance to even out the losses for the night or concern for Torgue is anyone's guess.
He does wince twice as the Tulita's punches land. He himself wasn't built for this sport.
baldwin the merciful |
He laughs loudly, "Two ships working togeth'r is a luxury but when it happens it makes for loads of fun. Capt Razor could command a fleet, but does she? No. There are plenty of pirates out there, if you take one of them and big in the ship you could always keep it if you had the crew. Crew is the hard part...especially out here where stealing is easier than being a privateer."
"The Baron could steer the prey towards the slow Rider. That would be fun." His eyebrows raise. "Some think slow is easy to navigate but it's harder to sail a slow ship effectively against pirates. They just out run slow ships. It talks talent to understand the moves of the fast Capt and to anticipate where the ship will be, into order to cut it off."
Sorrin the Wayward |
Sorrin drops the next piece of information. I didn't mention it before, but... Donovan Montgomery is back in the game. Guessing, he could make either of those ships dance.
He's a good man, learning a lot from him.
Tulita Warrior, NPC |
RD 3: Warrior
Taking to more punches the warrior steps to the side and pummels the drunkard,
att: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
att: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
"I need this more than you..." A glint of fury is in his eye.
I believe both punches land since you have no armor on. You can have amulets and rights though.
Embrianna |
"He even let me pilot his ship while he was piloting the one we captured. Even a drunk person can captain what they know, you gotta be good and sober to do so on an unfamiliar ship. He's managed at least a few sober days in a row, that surely speaks well for his future at staying that way. He's got some nerves of steel too, otherwise he would never have accepted any more work from us after we transported that wereshark on his ship."
Embrianna |
"Yeah, we went off to clear a man's name of murder before he could be hung and rescued his kidnapped daughter from a wereshark. He didn't just claim he was, I saw him shifting forms with my own eyes and I surely didn't mistake it for some kind of a spell. I am a witch and know a spell when I see one."
"Anyway, I put him to sleep, we tied him up and then after he woke up he started rambling about all kinds of s+~#. Mostly about Dajobas and the port being awash in blood soon. We turned the fellow over to the Dragoons to clear the other guys name and let them know all what he said. I also told them to test that girl, she had been acting really strange even though we didn't see any marks on her."
Bri does try to keep her voice low enough that only her table hears what she is saying.
Torque2 |
Back at home!
down to 57 hp, all NL damage
Torgue spits up a bloody gob. Well beat me down then! I ain't gunna roll ova for ya! He unleashes two more fists
Fist #1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 221d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Fist #2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Torgue's meaty form takes the blows that would snap ribs and leaves him with colorful bruises.
Chell Silves |
Who was it again we turned in and they released?
Well this is going nowhere. Just like with Xander. Chell sighs. Was this what he called flirting? Did that really work? Does she play along or get down to business? That didn't work so well against Xander. Merely pushed him away. But using her body to get information? Would she do that? Could she? She shifts her attention to Torgue's fight. It appeared to be somewhat evenly matched. Torgue could hit hard but hitting was the hard part. He didn't have the finesse the first two fighters had.
Fighting? Maybe that would work. That way he would see her as a fighter rather than a woman. But did she have the magic to make up the difference? She wasn't exactly a warrior. And they were going to the marsh tomorrow so she couldn't do it then. Two days?
"I have a better idea. We can unite the faiths as fellow warriors. What if I enter the ring?" This was stupid.
Tulita Warrior, NPC |
RD 4
The two punches hit the warrior, who spits out blood from his jaw. He growls in a tribal language and sings away.
att: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
att: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
The right upcut rocks the drunkard,
conf crit:
att: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26;dam: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
His head jerks back.
baldwin the merciful |
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The crowd gets into the savage beating that is lasting longer than the main events for the evening.
Astri starts to sing an inspirational song,
♪♫ ♪"Beer is free, if you fight for me."
"Ale will flow, and make you glow."
"Chug a lug, a lug"
"The beer is free, if you fight for me."♪♫ ♪
+2att/dam
Belok, H/O, NPC |
Who was it again we turned in and they released?
Well this is going nowhere. Just like with Xander. Chell sighs. Was this what he called flirting? Did that really work? Does she play along or get down to business? That didn't work so well against Xander. Merely pushed him away. But using her body to get information? Would she do that? Could she? She shifts her attention to Torgue's fight. It appeared to be somewhat evenly matched. Torgue could hit hard but hitting was the hard part. He didn't have the finesse the first two fighters had.
Fighting? Maybe that would work. That way he would see her as a fighter rather than a woman. But did she have the magic to make up the difference? She wasn't exactly a warrior. And they were going to the marsh tomorrow so she couldn't do it then. Two days?
"I have a better idea. We can unite the faiths as fellow warriors. What if I enter the ring?" This was stupid.
Harok McFaarrows was falsely accused. The wereshark is Grymmer Reefstead although I don't believe he ever cooperated and gaveyou his name.
"Tonight?" He shrugs, "I'd prefer t'bed ya, but you pounding some slobs face isn't gonna do for me? I've my demons to get me in the ring what's your reason." He leans over and nuzzles on Bri's neck.
Torque2 |
Down to 37 NL
Torgue staggers, from the blow, his vision swimming and his feet swaying. His grip loosens on Keg and the beloved friend rolls off his shoulder and thumps onto the ring before rolling off and impacting the floor. There is a loud CRACK! and the sound of liquid from the mortal fall.
KEG!!!! Torgue wails. His yes turn red.
MISERABLE BASTARD!!
RAGE
Fist,Inspired: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 281d3 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Fist,Imspired: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 231d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
AC down to 10, HP to 49 due to rage. Torgue's hair has turned spikey and gold for some reason.
Chell Silves |
1's are auto fails aren't they? Now I remember. Grymmer. I couldn't remember who was who.
The table is quiet and they are listening intently. "yeah I heard they release that man...Relgin, no...no what was his name...he owns that little boat the Rita....Harok McFaarrows that's it. Let 'im go this mornin'." the bard mentions.
"Its good to hear Harrok was freed, especially after what he has been through. I wish him the best of luck. I think his daughter might have been traumatized by the incident."
"Tonight?" He shrugs, "I'd prefer t'bed ya, but you pounding some slobs face isn't gonna do for me? I've my demons to get me in the ring what's your reason." He leans over and nuzzles on Bri's neck.
"An actual demon," she says seriously. "The one you fought with Zalen's father. His followers are targeting people of Quell's faith. Me included and him included. I need to know more about them. Xander has left, Jalia is missing and I don't want Donovan to drown in alcohol. Sorrin has done a good job to keep him away and I don't want to ruin that. So that leaves you."