Torgue only took 7 HPs.
Torgue is a frothing bundle of ale, blood, sweat and fury as he keeps swinging his battered fists.
WRGHHHLLLLLLLLL!!!!!
RD 6
The brawler punches away at torgue,
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Landing two more hits.
Torgue huffs and puffs, things are getting closer and closer to the end, the crowd is going wild at the fight that actually lasted past the first two rounds.
Torgue grunts as his foot slips in some blood and his first shot goes wide.
Chell, it's obvious the man doesn't do pity parties. He needs to be inspired by action.
Give him something to believe in.
"Like what, our ragged band of intrepid heroes that barely get along? The naive cleric, the disillusioned fighter, the drunk barbarian, the whorish witch, and the greedy bard. Even with our faults we stopped a innocent man from getting hanged, shut down a drug dealer and slaver, rescued some people that were about to shipped to Quell knows where. We're about to go look into some missing natives, sure they are slaves to one of the elders but they still need help. I am trying to look into the death of several priests and a cult of the Kraken and the Shark. You are trying to give honest work to the natives and get Donovan off the bottle. That is more than anyone else here aside from the Dragoons, who may or may not be adding to the mess. And yet every damn day its struggle to just get help. Samuel is a pompous a!!@**%, the Dragoons are corrupt, an Elder is actively working against the natives, and a barkeep was disposing of bodies. Pirates abound and only one privateer working to stop them," she says indicating the crew of Quell's Whore. "And don't even get me started on the rumors about Carcass. If even half of them are true only your brand of purification," this time pointing to Sorrin, "would be able to burn away the corruption for good." After the long tirade she slumps in her chair, winded from the long speech and emotionally drained. She drapes one arm over her eyes to absorb the building sweet from this stifling bar.
"I don't even believe in us but I am trying to make it work. Working here and trying to salvage what is left of the decency of this city is a greater test of faith than I have ever had. Murders in the night, disappearances, disenfranchised natives, slavery, drugs, corruption." She sits up and looks at Belok very seriously again. "It's not in my nature to fight nor my personality to have sex just because someone suggests it. Seriously, does that work? That wasn't the least bit charming or respectful and I don't like men that speak that way to me. But apparently I need to do something to get through to you people that I am worth it. I am fighting." She pauses to lend the words wait. "Everyday I am fighting actual evil and the urge to just leave. To go some place easier. But I am not giving up on this town. No yet anyway."
Chell leans back and crosses her arms but still maintains eye contact and smoldering aura. I thought I had finally gotten over all this. I guess this place just has a way of getting to me.
I'm sorry, fellas. She gets like this in public establishments... at the Gullet last night.
I've come to expect and endure it.. He smiles, curtly.
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"Oh shut up for once," she says unable to come up with something better. She has expended her wittiness for the day.
Isn't she sweet? He munches on some cheese.
"I'd say get some cheese for that whine but it appears you already have some."
Torgue stumbles against the ropes and catches the tail end of the conversation.
Ohh. *hack* juzz get a room why don't ya?
He then sways back into the ring and windmills his arms around,s till weeping for the loss of his keg.
Sorrin waves Torgue off, dismissively.
Belok, were going to need a Chaplain for the second ship.
I can't believe this is what happened to Port Shaw's heroes. Dead or scattered about. They were broken by this place. Why do the even stick around? Is this where Sorrin and Torgue will be in a few years? Beating the stuffing out of random people and not caring who gets hurt? Will it be just as bad for me? For Astrianna? For Embrianna? How long can we hold up?
"Must be nice, not caring about anything," she says looking at Sorrin. "What happens to others, who gets in your way, what others think, what they say."
What are you talking about? If the the first symptoms of that plague is insanity, before the boils and pustules... Let me know. Is it fever?
Sorrin leans in, others at the table can hear if they care. But not louder than that.
Your Faith is under seige, little princess. No, the forces of good and light, no matter their specific Faiths, are at war. And no matter what you may think of me... I'm the only one in this little crew that understands this.
After your investigation, after your... deliberation, there is only one way to win a war and save Port Shaw, no matter who the enemy is. Military, and in this case particularly, naval superiority.
He pauses, but only half a second.
So, if you don't want to help me, fine. But, stay the gods be damned Hellz out of my way, Chaplain. If you're the wisdom, then be wise. Of you're the innocence, be naive. Just stop flim-flamming. There are a lot of people here that need help and in different ways.
The priests themselves are but a handful in a much larger pattern. Eventually, we'll need to deal with the big bad, so I'm making sure that when the time comes, we're bigger and badder.
Sorrin abruptly turns to the three men at the table.
Unless I've misjudged you... If you are ever at sea and spot the flag of The Osprey, it is a friend. A soaring bird on a background of sun and surf.
If means very little now, but may mean more... in the future. It has truly been a pleasure meeting you. If there is any way that I may be of service, be it small or large, please do not hesitate to call upon me.
He awaits any conversation. Eventually, excusing himself.
If you'll excuse me, I need to see a man about a... boat.
"Wait a minute, do you expect me to celibate like you or something? Nothing wrong with spending some time with a guy and doing something fun. Plus, I've never charged anyone for my time, so the whore part doesn't apply. Not that there is anything wrong with being a whore. It is still honest work."
RD 7
Being on the receiving end of the the punches has the fighter looking ragged, he steps to his right and has another combination to the face.
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Belok, Korg, and Jonah sit there quiet during the intense conversation. Belok breaks the tension, "Do I owe you coin? If so, that was the best coin ever spent." He breaks out in a hearty laugh then leans in and barely above a whisper states, "Priestess our deities screw us in different ways, mine likes to torment the living shyte out of me, and do you know how I repay his favor of strength? I beat the living crud our of people, cause that's the direction he's shown me." He pauses then asks calmly, "What do you want from me? I've lead battles and I've lost battles, one thing is certain I've never run away from a fight. You want to know struggle...wake up everyday and remember what it's like watching 127 souls die, drown, and getting up eaten by a demon spawn kraken and it's pets. That will test your faith. Try being one of the five that survived that's a test of faith? But don't ever accuse a man of not caring unless you've walked in his shoes and have seen his demons."
He blinks a few times, "I've never backed away from a fight, I wouldn't disgrace that prick above. Your group is dysfunctional but brave, I like that. You've helped my friend which I appreciate. So I ask again what do you want from me?"
"Oh, and by the way you never know when you'll be one of the 127; so yes, I enjoy a healthy romp."
Jonah adds, "Like I said, the Black Rider is for sale if you are interested. We'd like some legitimate help out there." Indicating on the open sea. "Perhaps you can look into an privateer writ from the Lodge. The Elders may want some coin but it legitimizes your activities."
He whispers, "Careful what you say 'bout Sam, he could turn you into a toad besides he is one of several suitors for Capt. Razor."
"Do I owe you coin? If so, that was the best coin ever spent."
Bri laughs and smacks Belok on his upper arm.
I understand, Jonah. Committee will be deciding current ship purchase. I'm looking to speak with Tomas Garell, or at least the Harbormaster. Anything you know about Tomas that could help?
Jonah responds. "Capt. Garell would have final say, I don't know the man other than he was seriously wounded. Seems to lost his desire to be on the sea...that happens. Nothing cowardly about it." His comment seems intended for Chell. "He's in need for money, and I know he has two separate representative looking at the ship. I didn't pay much attention though got my own ship to sell."
Yes, heard that about Tomas.
Would you lower the price on the Black Rider, if we pledge alliance and assistance? I guess it's worth asking.
"What do you have in mind, I can always bring it to the Captain, she has final say."
I can't speak for the group, they like it that way. He smiles.
A ship at sea can be help or hindrance, depending on who owns and operates it. A few thousand gold is a pittance for even a single assist at sea. In offering an honorable pact, perpetual alliance and assistance in good faith. So long as the endeavor is neither immoral nor unethical.
But, you have no idea what we're capable of. So, perhaps a test run with Belok on board as judge, piss on us as he may. Let us take her out for a jaunt at sea... Got something that needs taking care of? Something that requires two ships, even better.
He pauses.
We get a passing grade, we get a discount based on what you feel our alliance and assistance is worth. The terms are a mere formality, Jonah. Bethany Razor and get crew will have my assistance any day. In that light, maybe it's just a favor for future consideration.
Torgue keeps chugging away
Torgue blasts the man tow more times, his knees wobble and he face plants the ground unconscious. There is loud roar of appreciation of a good fight.
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"Woohoo, he managed to finish the fight without passing out! I should have bet on the odds of that happening."
Once the fight is over the ring master gives Torgue his 10 gold for the fight. "Splendid....good too. come back come back again. Once more fight like that I'll be able to get you a fight with Dugan."
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Korg and Jonah will be departing with their crew after buying Torgue three more rounds of ale. "I'll take your proposal to the Captain, come by the ship when you get a chance.'
Torgue wobbles around and raises his hand high before huffing back to the table. Buy my opp'nant a round when he wakes up. His face and body is a mass of blood and bruises and he slumps in his chair wearily.
After sipping some ale so he doesn't get sick by chugging, Torgue just sits quietly.
Belok leans over and slides torgue a beer, "Good fight. May Bowbe renew this man's strength or I'll be toad's wart."
After that he will enter the ring and repeat the prayer for the tutila warrior.
He then gives the man a hand leading him to seat near Torgue.
Nodding to Jonah and Korg...
Sorrin thanks Belok and catches the Tulita's attention in the Tulita tongue, quietly.
I heard what you said about needing it more. I am helping the Tulita, as even they help me. Tell me, warrior.
I respectfully listen.
What are you talking about? If the the first symptoms of that plague is insanity, before the boils and pustules... Let me know. Is it fever?
Sorrin leans in, others at the table can hear if they care. But not louder than that.
Your Faith is under seige, little princess. No, the forces of good and light, no matter their specific Faiths, are at war. And no matter what you may think of me... I'm the only one in this little crew that understands this.
After your investigation, after your... deliberation, there is only one way to win a war and save Port Shaw, no matter who the enemy is. Military, and in this case particularly, naval superiority.
He pauses, but only half a second.
So, if you don't want to help me, fine. But, stay the gods be damned Hellz out of my way, Chaplain. If you're the wisdom, then be wise. Of you're the innocence, be naive. Just stop flim-flamming. There are a lot of people here that need help and in different ways.
The priests themselves are but a handful in a much larger pattern. Eventually, we'll need to deal with the big bad, so I'm making sure that when the time comes, we're bigger and badder.
"Against the Kraken I agree. But not every problem can or should be solved by throwing an appropriate amount of force at it. There is your wisdom."
Belok, Korg, and Jonah sit there quiet during the intense conversation. Belok breaks the tension, "Do I owe you coin? If so, that was the best coin ever spent." He breaks out in a hearty laugh then leans in and barely above a whisper states, "Priestess our deities screw us in different ways, mine likes to torment the living shyte out of me, and do you know how I repay his favor of strength? I beat the living crud our of people, cause that's the direction he's shown me." He pauses then asks calmly, "What do you want from me? I've lead battles and I've lost battles, one thing is certain I've never run away from a fight. You want to know struggle...wake up everyday and remember what it's like watching 127 souls die, drown, and getting up eaten by a demon spawn kraken and it's pets. That will test your faith. Try being one of the five that survived that's a test of faith? But don't ever accuse a man of not caring unless you've walked in his shoes and have seen his demons."
He blinks a few times, "I've never backed away from a fight, I wouldn't disgrace that prick above. Your group is dysfunctional but brave, I like that. You've helped my friend which I appreciate. So I ask again what do you want from me?"
"Oh, and by the way you never know when you'll be one of the 127; so yes, I enjoy a healthy romp."
Opened my big mouth again. At least he didn't leave. "I just want information," she says much calmer than before. "You guys are closer to the problem than anyone else and I imagine the Kraken still wants you dead or gone. Do you know who is in or working for the Ring? What's their goal? How do they plan to achieve it? What did you have to deal with before the...tragedy? The drug dealer and slaver we brought in mentioned the Ring. Is that how they work? Dull the minds of the populace to make them complacent? I just want to know what we are up against."
"You are up against a demon spawn. That spawn is intelligent and deadly. In appearance, Harthagoa looms straight out of a god’s nightmare. His body is more than 50 feet in length, and his tentacles are twice as long, ending in barbed talons – a mark of his demonic heritage. These razor-barbed tentacles are speckled with ugly sucker-rings capable of shredding a great blue whale to chum in a mere moment. Yet the greatest indication of his father’s vile blood lies in the enormous pair of leathery bat-like wings that extend from Harthagoa’s bulbous body, allowing the Demon Below to take to the air if need be. His large eyes glow with a malevolent fire, and his mouth is filled with jagged poisonous teeth. The Krakenfiend’s thick arms can reduce a frigate to driftwood as casually as a man might crush paper lantern." He tells you coolly. "You think you can do some fancy spell to control it or influence it? So did we."
He drinks form his tankard. "Is that clear enough?"
"Before the tragedy it hunted merchants for treasure and bounty, preying on innocence. We thought we could stop it, we underestimated it and over estimated our own abilities. What does it want - domination, to spread it's vile evilness across the seas and the land, to have it's minions revere him like the demi-demon it is."
He shrugs about the Ring. "Evil takes many names. Port Shaw is dangerous...poison is the tonic of choice...people live, people die every day. I suspect there is a Ring but if everyone knew who ran it or who is a member, it wouldn't be a secret society." He says barely above a whisper. "By the way check your food and beverages carry plenty of those spells or you'll be yet another victim, especially nosing around the way you are."
That wasn't much but at least I have a better understanding of what is out there. "Thank you. And will keep the warning in mind. As soon as I am able to I will make sure I have that spell prepared at all times. But for now all I can take is preventative measures. As an apology for the tirade the night's poison that you call ale will be on me. Anything you want."
Belok, you said... "worship" and "society". I don't need you to elaborate, but I sense you have your suspicions.
On a lighter note. Would you be so abusive as to come along and judge us if Bethany Razor gives us an audition?
Since the group has been in town there has been no reports of merchant ships, or other vessels, being helped for ransom or destroyed by the Kraken. Although you've only been in town a little over a week. You've come into contact first hand with people using poison, you found some among the gang that you've brought down. As far as the ring and being a secret society, you keep running into that wall. Other than that you don't know or recall anything else.
He glances at Bri before answering Sorrin. "Sure...you said Capt. Donovan would be on board, right?"
"Belok needs to sleep now." He grins suggestively at Bri.
The Tutila warrior responds to Sorrin, "Coin always need to help."
Eventually the gathering breaks apart and everyone makes their way back to their lodgings.
Sorrin passes the man 2 gp. For taking it easy on my friend. The ego is so hard to heal. My name is Sorrin and I am known to some Tulita in the village.
If you're interested in steady, fair paying work... See Roland Lawrence or Donovan Montgomery. If you know others, sailors or laborers... Tell them, too.
A nod to Belok. Yes, Donovan Montgomery works with us.
Bri gives Belok another smack on the arm. "I actually need to get some sleep soon too. We got a job in the morning and despite the fact that I think that the plantation owner doesn't really give a s$~# about the kids that have gone missing since they were just slaves to him. We still want to find out if something has been eating them."
"Though if your going to be on board with us, I will certainly be seeing a lot of you."
Torgue nods to everyone and heads to sleep, too tired to even start a new batch of beer.
Sorry Clarisse, I will make it up to you.
Whenever everyone's done, Sorrin sleeps on the Dragon's Tail.
Sorrin passes the man 2 gp. For taking it easy on my friend. The ego is so hard to heal. My name is Sorrin and I am known to some Tulita in the village.
If you're interested in steady, fair paying work... See Roland Lawrence or Donovan Montgomery. If you know others, sailors or laborers... Tell them, too.
The man takes the gold coin and chuckles. He slaps you on the back the nods his understanding. 'Good...thank you."
Bri gives Belok another smack on the arm. "I actually need to get some sleep soon too. We got a job in the morning and despite the fact that I think that the plantation owner doesn't really give a s%!$ about the kids that have gone missing since they were just slaves to him. We still want to find out if something has been eating them."
"Though if your going to be on board with us, I will certainly be seeing a lot of you."
He give you a toothy smile then walks with everyone until the group slits off to go their own ways.
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The next morning arrives and what is the game plan?
Clarisse hisses loudly in the morning and gurgles, angry from the lack of recent attention. He's two-timing me, a mistress I bet. Some sweet honey pot, probably the fancy flavor of the mouth. Well, I'll teach him... The still shakes and rattles on Torgue's table, clearly a woman needing some early morning attention. :-)