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The Lazy Wench is a nice little cozy tavern on the outskirts of the town that caters to smaller merchants and their guards. It also serves this interesting little stew you have come to really enjoy. It was also where you overheard, the short rotund human moaning about his teams misfortunes, and where he saw you.
You.. You there big creature. Are you looking for work eh? For a nice fat bag of coin? I could use someone of ... your size. Im in dire needs!
The food here wasnt bad, and it was decently cheap though they tend to overcook things in your tastes. You saw one of the other stranger town folk get called over by desperate looking man looking for help on his team, a disturbingly large creature called a trox. He rented out space at one of the large smithies near by, you could easily overhear the man offering the creature a bag of gold to help his team.
Just a few days prior you had watched those "dunjonbowl" teams march by in a parade, and while the uniformed and dressed fools looked ridiculous... the scantily clad girls called cheerleaders... well they looked very much something to look at. Over the series of card games you heard quite a few rumors... one of which caught your ear.One of the star players for a team in absalom it was said brought in almost 10,000 gold coins a year in appearance fees for these games... that sum of money was ridiculous. You couldnt help but overhear as the game of cards you were in folded due to lack of your opponents coin that some whiny corpulent fellow was addressing a well dressed... exotic looking fellow with scales about a bag of gold for joining his team for the final match tomorrow... How hard could that silly game be?
Tolus watches the four armed monstrosity with brilliant yellow serpentine eyes. His scales shine in a hundred shades of green on the torchlight. You would have been quite the prize, indeed. Not greater than I, but respectable.
The offer of gold shifted Tolus's attention to the actual conversation. Gold was being offered for simple participation in the festival games? Well, this may be just the break he needed.
Tolus slides from his seat and approaches the table of the fat man. My Lord, his words float over the space separating them. I could not help but overhear that you offer opportunities for employment? He pauses, waiting for the man to confirm.
puts on his killer smile, and gets up from he table, walking over to the fat gent of coin. Linil put his arm around his opulent shoulder and steered him away from others seeking that nice bag of gold.
"Pray fine sir, wast not your time with those gutter snipes, I persevere what you need for your team is a member the lady's can get behind. I finely cut young fellow, who will shine on the games and woo them to applause of joy."
He span in front of the fat gent, and did a spin.
"A gent like my good self, no more hansom a man will you fine to be in our teams rank. Why my very presence will elevate it from the mundane to the most exalted I ashore you sir."
He hows then straitened back up.
"So what do you say, some class in the act or just big fellows with no brains."
He dos some fake Kung Fu like moves
"And I can ashore you that in a fight I can hold me own"
He wings his head and hits the fat man with his best look.
Tolus immediately sides with his four armed friend. I beg your pardon! I am no more a gutter snipe than this man here is a fairy!
Throg looked at the man and contemplated the very idea. He was big and despite his trade he needed to rise above his meager trappings. While he delved he psyche others eager for coin threw thier hat in the running. Throg however did not shy away. In a rumbling voice accented with the chittering of mandibles' he spoke.
" To make this coin I wont violate the law? If I do not have to I will agree."
Tolus immediately sides with his four armed friend. I beg your pardon! I am no more a gutter snipe than this man here is a fairy!
Looks at the lizaed man a moment, then says.
"Sir you are right you are no gutter snipe, no standing there in Traveler's Clothes, Why sir you are the very definition of a hero of the road."
He tunes smiles at the four armed man.
"You know what to show you my good will, I, Marchog Linli De Rezuss a noble of true birth, think it best I aid you in the recruitment processes. I know most here of worth not already employed in other things. We may have the drags this far down the city but, I can help take the stress out of it all, and a second opinion is always worthwhile. See I will demonstrate"
He then turns back to Tolus.
"Sir Hero, lets get started, Lets have a name and pray tell us what arts and skills you possess that would aid it to glory?"
He whips up a wine glass holding it and looks at Tolus with his $1,000,000,000 smile.
Ausk-Davor couldn’t care less about the man who was offering money. The ancient blood of his long-lost Orc clan began to rise with the fury of a Orc-Horde at the gates of an Elven City once he smelled the opportunity for non-criminal bloodshed.
He glared at Linli hidden under his brow as he remembered not but a few seconds earlier the man had been naked.
Oi... did he really just give him "that" look? Well, that means he is definitely serious. No matter how much that look forces me to roll my eyes….
Linli had become slightly more than an acquaintance in the weeks past since Ausk had left his family business to be on his own. Ausk-Davor had enjoyed Linli's performances and faces he made in each and every card game. It even enticed him to play in the game himself on more than one occasion, though he preferred to observe from the shady corner of the tavern. After all, a poor travelling salesman couldn't afford self-made grudges- not in Cheliax.
Well, Linli. It looks like you've persuaded me into a game without that being the intent... Again. But, entertainment for me and him? Two birds with one stone- how can a rational man refuse?
Come now, come now my cuckolding fellow!
Ausk-Davor gave a peaceful smile in the direction of Tolus that even a monk could not compete with as he made his way past them, a hand over his smith apron and upon his stomach. He gave a gentle head bow as he passed, intercepting her conversation and stone-walling her enraged tone. With a voice as grovely and deep as his, not too mention his still somewhat orcish appearance, he had to ensure that every move he made was as polite as possible with a future teammate.
Surely there will be plenty of gold to share among one another! And.... bloodshed....?
Ausk-Davor’s voice became a whisper that he assumed only the man making the proposal could offer- images of blood covering his chest became wildfire in his head and then, as he remembered himself, no doubt giving quite the thirsty look at the man he hoped to work for, he quickly glanced at Linli and Tolus with a wide, open smile awkwardly revealing all of his teeth that a half-orc had-
Here, I'm even willing to share.
Ausk Davor then took a second glance at Linli with a mocking smirk
Interesting, Linli, that you would begin to speak for a man whose name you have yet to ask for. To presume such authority is not like you, at least not based on your style presented in card game.
Ausk offered his hand out to the four armed man for a hand-shake
I am Ausk-Davor, a smith of many crafts, and a Merchant by trade. I promise you I am as good at brokering a fair wage and bargain as I am at swinging my great axe. What IS your name, if you do not mind me asking? A man does not make a deal with someone he does not know.
A playful smile ends Ausk's proposition as he holds his hand hopefully and hovering in the air before the man.
He smiles a ruse-full smile at Ausk, then whispers to the four armed man, in a voice many can hear.
"So lets have some fun, the game is afoot dear Ausk-Davor"
"Arr talking of fellows with out employed, this sir is my dear friend Ausk-Davor, strong of arm and heart, an Orc of true character. O he chastises me my Noble ways, but in a pinch he is a fine fellow to have by ones side. I can think of few others as strong, mind you his head can be as hard as his beloved anvil."
He winks at Ausk, with a smirk on his face, as he jests, then hes all serous again.
"But yes a name would help speed things along.'
He then says to the whole room,
"So Lady's and gents any more wish to risk life and limb, fighting with the band of four."
As he says this he moves over to Tolus puts his arm around him and says from the side of his mouth while looking at the room.
"Looks like your in the team scales"
Tolus observes the "noble" and his orc friend with done suspicion. He had been in most of the high houses at some point our another.
As he carefully tries to recall this person's noble status, he recites his credentials with grace.
My name is Tolus, called the Serpent Servant. I am skilled in stealth and trap making as well as tactical analysis. I sense patterns, whether foes are aware of them or not. I an also a passable archer.
Tolus doesn't move at the man's touch, though he can't suppress the internal flinch. This was highly irregular. Especially for a noble.
"Well meet Tolus, The , and tactical analysis why sir just what we need for our team."
Linli smiles, and lets Tolus go,
He says to the room,
"
"Why it just practically rolls of the tongue, what a team we will make"
To the four armed man.
"You see, three of us already, why this shall be fun and a thing to talk about around the dinning table at fine events, o yes. So any more wish to join our brave band."
He seems be be having a real blast, well nobles find fun where they can and right now this is the most fun in the place. He winks at a barmaid.
And downs his wine.
Throg pulls up the soup with one of his smaller arms in his abdomen and than allows him to hold it firm before one of his hands dipping in his soup as another slapped the necessary coin on the table.
"Iornfist Smith, I am more the Unbound Smith" Throg says caring little for manners.
Gets another wine.
"Unbound Smith it is, and let's not forget fine Ausk, the merchant of death."
He says that last part with a scary over tone. Before scooping up a wine jug and dishing out to the group wine as they wish. A big grin on his face.
"What high jinks we will have"
Haha, ah Linli. You slay me. "Merchant of Death." Very well. Although I more sell things to cause death, then cause death directly myself.
Ausk-Davor gives a slight bow to the group, with interest given to the just announced Unbound Smith.
I have not seen a beast of your size or look in my life, Unbound Smith- what is your craft?
Ausk-Davor was inspired by the creature's upfront attitude- he imagined as he began to tap more into his Orc's heritage, he, too, would learn to use his charisma to say as he liked.
They all seem... so sure of themselves.... Hehehe, don't worry, Mom, Dad.... I'm going to be just fine now.
Now filled with certainty, Ausk looked again at Linli
Linli.... I am not the Merchant of Death, no. Despite how much I love that name and your enthusiasm, please, I implore you- simply call me The Butcher.
As Ausk finished his sentence he thrust forward his chest and put a hand on his great axe that sat strapped across his back with a particularly fearsome look at the group. The rumbling in his voice increased to a level that even a full bred Orc may have looked twice at him for, as if he had become an Orc before the tribe's very eyes.
The Butcher.... Yes... Out for meat, and blood.
Throg let the thick gruel of the stew drip from his insectoid face.
"I am a general smith, I mostly do repair work. I have done a few bits of weapons and armor." He says as he dabs more food into his mouth.
Smiles an even bigger grin,
"The Butcher, it is Ausk, and with that axe of yours I bet you could. As a young noble boy they trained me with axe and sword, hammer and bow, spent days in a full suit of plate like a trussed up body coffin. Same I have only my dagger right now, but I had to for go the collecting of my things because of an small miss understanding. But fine me a longer blade and I'll show what for."
He drinks some more wine,
Tolus takes in the information as his new companions offered it. He finally does recollect the house. He was nearly bought by the master of that house on a couple different occasions. Fate was playing with him, it seemed.
The man blinked at the exchange between the four his eyes welling with hope.
Asmodeus be praised.I dont suppose any of you have played a bit of Dunjonbowl before? I must admit I dont think many teams have made it out this far west yet. But listen, I dont know what happened but six of our players missed the dinner meeting, and they are not in their rooms. It wouldnt be the first time something... has happened to a player or two during a tourney but all six? That could make us forfeit.
He began waving over one of the 'lazy' waitresses... in truth they were anything but. He motioned for them to take seats.
Business first, My father always said. I can offer you each a 20 gold purse tonight, with another 20 gold purse tomorrow when you actually show up at the field in the morning. We normally dont practice right before a big game, but tommorrow we have to have and emergency one. If we can just make it through the first half, we automatically take 2nd place.
He paused as the drinks arrived and he smiled tossing the girl a shiny bright coin. His demeanor certainly seemed to take an upswing now.
We get 2nd place, we get part of the tourney purse. Now its always a random lot, but thats.. well thats easily 50 to 100 gold to each of you, double that if we somehow manage to win. I wont lie though. The Darkside Drakes havent well lost a match in almost a year.
There were several such wagons outside of one of the louder places on the edge of town, and strangely no one really gave her more than one glance as she entered.The very first thing she noticed was a rather odd group sitting about one of the center tables, seeming enthralled by what a corpulant human male was talking about. She heard the mention of gold, and a good deal of it for joining something and lasting some period of time...Almost as if her presence called to the obese human man he paused in his speech and glanced up at her blinking and staring again.
You had been sitting in the corner nursing an ale, when your attention was brought to the center of the common room, Someone you labeled as a merchant earlier was offering gold to play in a game. you didnt catch any of the matches but you had caught sight of the tent where they were taking the wounded hurt playing the match. It looked ...violent. But that was a lot of gold they were talking about.
Ausk had heard of this game, "Dunjonbowl"- but he did not remember much about it at all, only the word and that gold indeed was part of it.
Ausk squinted with another thirsty glimmer at the man, putting his now too-long hanging offer of a hand shake down at his side
The Butcher is ready, if they are, but-
Ausk counted the four of them, twice
What race are these "Darkside Drakes"? Orc, perhaps?
Davor gives a brotherly nudge to Linli as he shamelessly whispers
What do we do if they are exotic women.....
"Why we take them and do what we do with all women, show them what an Exotic male can do, remember that Halfling wench you meet last week, she did not complain, WHOFF!"
He says back, Then looks around the room.
"So we need to more souls to play Dunjonbowl, who here is up for the game and the sport of it?, there is coin to be had, danger to be faced and a lost team to be found, it will be glorious!"
he is now showboating the whole room.
"I Marchog Linli De Rezuss promise this, so who here has the balls haha"
Waits to see if any of the big girls bluses in the room had what it took.
Dharkantia would reach up to the hat that set on her head strangely. Nodding slightly she tipped her hat in greeting. Her second set of arms were crossed across her stomach. Dressed in green wraps that her kind were known for. The lower half of her face was covered well.
Walking through the crowd and to the barkeeper. "Water and bread please." she asked politely.
Throg continued to eat his stew in the alien combination of using his little abdomen hands with his big hands. He knew many could not stomach his mannerisms but he cared little about such things.
the man offered more money than Throg made in a month doing simple crafting so he looked to him.
" I am in. Seems Abadar has offered great fortune to come my way and I shall not turn it done." He said as he slurped more of the food into his mouth.
"As for women, that is a mystery to me, I mostly stick to the forge and than come here to eat and read."
140 gold, give or take, possibly more? Well, it was a start. Tolus had paid a much higher price for his freedom. Hells, he had been bought for over double that. Still, it was better than the pittance he had now.
I will join your endeavor, sir.
Ausk-Davor could see an interesting being with a hat walk in, but could not quite tell what it was.
Turning to the others, he scratched his head. They aren't merchants, obviously, as had they been they would have smelt new blood right away. And noticed this man's direction of stare now
Ausk-Davor walked from the group and up to what he found to be some sort of pretty Kasatha female. It was no wonder the man who had given the proposal had let his eyes hover at her for so long. Her hat brought about a feeling of mysterious intrigue, and her looks were complimentary to Ausk-Davor as well.
Tapping on her shoulder and then nodding to her, Ausk-Davor gave a wide grin smile
Nice hat
S!~~. I just talked to her like she is a client, and we are in a bar. Step up your showmanship Ausk!
Looking at the barkeep he nodded with suave-
Put her on my[/] tab, if she doesn't mind.
Ausk flexed his smithing forearms and shoulders as he pretended to have an itch on his neck- he was careful to not show his teeth.
She seemed like an interesting enough character, but like himself, appeared to keep to herself. [i] And unless she likes charismatic people, Linli might scare her off....
Of course, Ausk-Davor knew what would happen as soon as Linli noticed her.
Dharktania would turn her attention from the barkeep and to the newcomer to her side. Her eyes were a brilliant obsidian color and as the light reflected on those dark orbs it seemed a rainbow glimmered underneath.
"Thank you, my uncle gave it to me." A hand reaches up touching it as she spoke that and he could hear an alien affection within it. Her voice was strange, muffled by her covering but a lilting husky tone.
"If you are indeed willing I will not turn down such a kind offer."
He couldn't tell exactly where her eyes looked due to the solid blackness to them but he felt them scan over him as her head moved subtly.
"Are you a craftsman?"
Linli is congratulating the team members,
"Well done, so a Team we have, shy a few but still we can cut it"
He then spots a large human and starts trying to get him to join, but with little success.
Ausk-Davor had to think quick as if it were a sales pitch
Don't show your surprise at her formality and being, DON'T show surprise, don't show surprise, smile- there you go
During a pitch, Ausk-Davor was always critical of himself, and afterwards his parents were always amazed with how fast he could re-adapt to a client based on their actions and reactions- to Ausk it was a wonderful dance, and if he misstepped Just nod, move, swing, dip, and keep on dancing Ausk It was another reason he had enjoyed cards with Linli- Linli had that talent too, though for other purposes....
I am! Yes, I am a travelling merchant recently set out upon an adventure of my own! We are all building a team for "Dunjonbowl", and, well, to be honest- Ausk pointed to the wealthy looking man that still was being embraced by Linli that man over there, not the tall one, the one under his arm- well, he seemed to see something in you, and I followed that glint here.
Based on your intuition of me being a craftsman, I'm guessing there is something to you after all- How did you know what I was?
Ausk decided to simply stare into the center of her black eyes- it was unusual to see no pupil, so instead he followed the candle light as they bounced off and around seemingly inside them.
Throg remained standing as he watched the others mill about continuing their talking. he makes his way over to a corner seat at the bar were he had reinforced the stool. There he used his little hands to pull and dip the food as his other hands pulled out a well used travelling copy of The Order of Numbers.
Out loud Throg smiles as he says. "With this money I can finally become a member of Abadars church. How exciting"
Seeing him smile she would observe his manerisms carefully. Her mother always told her you must be good at reading people. Not something that Dharkantia was very good at but observation was one of those things.
Her head cocked the hat tilting even more but some how staying on. "I know very little about thes Dunjonbowl. I am guessing it is a sport or some kind of adventuring group." Her head turned to the way he pointed and he saw the well dressed man and the others gathered around.
"Maybe he was observing I have four arms. Many stare at me strangely for that. Her musing was out loud but soft.
Turning her attention back to him. "Micro observations. Your hands are heavily calloused, suggesting fighting or hard work. Your body is well built but specifically in the upper torso region and arms. I could see the muscles flexing as you scratched your neck. You also didn't smile with teeth. That suggests a salesman that is aware that his heritage can scare many folk and you are trying to be considerate. Do not worry. Teeth do not scare me." Her facial features, the ones he could see, altered slightly and he wasn't sure but he could guess she was smiling.
Dharkantia holds out an upper hand. "Dharkantia, Nice to meet you. I am a bowyer."
She doesn't intimidate easily, well, she passes my test for sure.
With a full, teeth-baring smile Ausk-Davor grabbed her hand gently and shook it before whispering into her ear with a snarl fitting of a more "orc" than half Half-Orc
You haven't seen what my teeth can do, though.
Ausk looked out to Linli before letting Dharkantia respond She's not a lover, she's a team mate. Team mate. NOT a lover. Team. Mate.
Ausk-Davor wasn't one to fratenize with the team- not that way. It was time for him to return to the shadows of the group. And who better to aid him in that venture than-
LINLI! We got our Fifth Team Mate right here I think! I'm betting you're going to do the introductions, even if I do it first. Just don't scare this one off- she's got nice eyes.
Ausk had not realized it until almost every eye was upon him from the shout- He had definitely not gone to the shadows. He had shouted for Linli too loud, and it seemed like quite a few people went quite.
Oh well- what did I leave for? Didn't I leave TO get in my more Orcish side? The merchant may be dead after all- make way for the butcher
Linli is the, uh.... eh hem, well, he's the Cuckolder of Cheliax, but I don't quite remember the title he gave himself now.
Ausk smiled with his teeth this time- for some reason he was starting to feel more than comfortable around this creature with the green clothing.
He heard a husky deep chuckle from her at his words and before he shouted at Linli she leaned up and whispered.
"I look forward to seeing what they can do."
Once he yelled towards his teammate she grabbed the bread and water presented to her and thanked the bartender before turning to look at the others. Dharkantia didn't remember saying she was going to be part of a team but considering her low funds she could at least hear them out.
Her eyes blinked when he said nice eyes the nictitating eyelid closing over sideways along them. Her eyes had never really been called nice before. Well, except for Uncle Matthias but he was drunk.
As Ausk turned back to her she smiled seeing his smile come more easily. "A cuckolder. So I should keep wrapped up around him lest he think I am available for him to play with."
Linli came over it looked like the human was not in,
The tall came over a big smile on his face, He had gold tips on his horns and fine clothing. He;s Tiefling tail swinging behind him rudely. He slapped Ausk on the back and winked at
Dharkantia .
"Well meet Lady Kasatha, I'm Marchog Linli De Rezuss of the house De Rezuss, now what's this reprobate Orc been telling you about me. It's all true and much more."
He pulls his head back and laughs a big hearty male laugh.
"Well if Ausk says your in the team, then you blasted will are in the team. Four arms, I like a lass who can hold on when it gets rough, Whoof!"
He the spins around his hands on his hips says to the whole room.
"Come alone, we have five any more of you big girls have what it takes to join the Hansom Devil and his band of players."
Tolus stays near the fat man and watches. Ausk and the Devil surely were flamboyant. That would probably help in the games. Probably. Not one of them had proceed their combat ability though, so Tolus reserved the right to withhold judgement. The kasatha and the insect were quieter at least.
The team was forming well. He just hopes they don't have to buy their own weapons.
"Alright before this continues. I decide if I am on any team. Not any males that think they can harangue me into some wild thing they want. I am not like your passive human females. Secondly the name is Dharkantia and it is rude to call us by our racial name as a title." She would take her food and sweep by the two men heading to the larger male and the serpent like person. Stopping at the table her lower arms unfold palms up as she shows her water and bread in her top two hands with a slight bow.
"Well met and many blessing upon you. I am Dharkantia of the Red Star Tribe, daughter of the Vishctal. I have heard that you are looking to form a team for a game. May I know the reason why and if you are indeed wishing me to join? Also, why would you want me to join?" Turning to the other one sitting near him. The one named Tolus.
"Greetings as well and well met. I am sorry if I interrupted any conversation you may have been having. I figured I would better settle this before certain males make a decision for me that they have no right making." Her nickitating membrane passed over her eyes again. Since her back was to the other two they couldn't see the wink that she suddenly gave Tolus. Her four fingered hands were calloused by hard work.
Tolus smiles for the first time, revealing small but dangerously pointed teeth. He bows elegantly and responds, Nobles do tend to do that, no matter how "in touch" they are with us. You didn't interrupt anything, please, Dharkanita of the Red Star Tribe, conduct your business. He bows again and steps to the side slightly to open the conversation space.
Ausk-Davor smirked at the independence the Red Star girl had.
Forgive me Dharkantia- Lanli tends to.... Be quite an excitable man. I did say I think Linli.
After a quick apologetic bow to Dharkantia Ausk then tilted and whispered quietly to Linli We'll have to be careful with this one- she seems to be as fiery as Tolus.
Ausk chuckled to himself, knowing Dharkantia probably still heard him.
Hopefully she takes it lightly- she really does seem to be fiery. I wonder what her history is.
Waves Ausk, to the others but says jokingly.
"Yes yes, you girlfriends hard work, that's all part of it Audk, If it was easy it would not be fun, but if you want my advice, never dally with a lady your work with, no chance to run out when the husband comes home."
Then spotting a fellow with a large great sword God over to try and convince him to join the team, leaving the others to talk over things.
The merchant looking fat man blinked a lot at Darkhantia's exclamation. He hadnt been sure exactly what she was, in fact he still wasnt. But whatever she was it wasnt against the rules of the game. IN fact those four arms would be very very handy. She looked to be a natural catcher of the ball.
Dharkantia... I can see the crowd rallying behind you pretty easily enough, you have the look of a natual gifted athelete!
He began motioning for her to sit down.
My team has had several of my veteren players come up missing, and if I dont have enough players to take the field and last a half, we forfeit and the Halmyris Havok automatically take second place. Truth be told, the team needs the purse of at least taking second. I will pay you 20 gold tonight just for agreeing, and a further purse tomorrow right before the game. On top of that, you would be eligible to pick up a prize purse for the game. It won't take but a few hours of your time.. good uh Dharkantia.
He added sounding hopeful.
"Well, what are the positions on your team and what type of skills would they need?" She asked as she sat down. Breaking off a bit of bread she would dip it into the water soaking it. Taking the piece out she would slide it under the mask on her face. Without movement that could be noticed her fingers came out empty as she ate.
'The money is good. He must be desperate for this purse to hire just anyone. 40 gold just to agree and show up before the game and play in it. While that isn't much for my project this could still work. 40 gold is a lot. This prize purse split with the team...well we will see how far it goes.
"How violent a game is it? If people go missing I take it, that it is a bit cut-throat."
Comes and sits down looking dejected,
"This is it, no others wish to join"
He waves at the servings girl bring more wine, and sits back letting the others do the leg work of getting the fat man to tell them all. He cocks his leg over the side of his seat and looks to the world like hes scoping the room for lasses.
Its an act, he is very much paying attention to what is being said
Throg looked up from his book seeing the others getting along with the others. Throg looks up at them. "Do not forget that I too am apart of this team. I Dharkantia am Throg Freeman. Nice to meet you. And you too." he says as the Trox smiles.
Aaaaaah, so Dharkantia is the tactical. Interesting. I wonder what she is like in a game of cards....
Ausk sat down quietly next to Dharkantia as he eyed her food Damn it. I forgot I haven't eaten nearly all day.
Looking at where he would have to walk to reach the barkeep, Ausk decided is was too far off to bother.
Seems like he is interested in all of us, then. And twenty GP is nearly double what I make a week selling my crafts. Rich and sate my orcish blood? Win win.
Ausk then remembered hearing Throg say something about a church and noticed he, too, was sitting quietly and reading something.
Scooching over to the large Trox Ausk whispered curiously with an ear to Dharkantia and the Fat Man
You are attempting to join a church, here, in Cheliax???
Throg chuckled as his abdomen hands slid the food to the side and pulled out a thin metal string and placed it in the book. He shut the worn pages and smiled.
"Yes I am seeking to join The church of Abadar. While bound I found this book about to be burnt and hid it in doing so I was able to read it and escape from it all. Thus I have much to thank Abadar. So when I got the money I figured to become one of his priests!" he said with a light airy tone.
Dharkantia turned and looked at the Trox. "Well met and blessings upon you. I was unaware you were a member of the team. My apologies Throg Freeman. Nice to meet you."
If you havent seen a match on the pitch... well it can be a bit violent. Players get hurt, often several times a game to tell the truth. Some of the higher profile matches in the bigger cities.. well players have died. You need not worry about such things here though. Its a friendlier tourney though watch out for those Drakes Nasty temperment that team.
The man said with a conspiratorial nod. He did look a bit more heartened by his new finds.
The object of the game is simple, score more points than the other team. There are a couple of ways to score. You can carry the ball across the goal line for a point. You can throw it into the goal for three points... or if you are really skilled you can kick it in for seven. Its a clear pitch tomorrow, some fields have obstacles and traps strewn about to make the game more unpredictible.
He said pulling out a series of small purses sliding each of the helpful rookies the coin.