"I say we teach Zincher a lesson. Can't allow him to take us on for whatever reasons with no reprocussions."
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"I am all about bringing Zincher to justice, but it must be done lawfully. We are better than to just burst into his establishment and attempt to thrash him."
"I agree that something is very strange here. We all know that Zincher has some issues, but I wonder what he could have gained by letting a serpent free here?"
Ironleg's mind was running quite quickly, with both questions, and the effects of the poison making him light headed. "Yes sir, I think a more secure and private locale might be appropriate before discussing this matter any further."
Fortitude
"Good thinking, Diego."
"I think it poisoned me, gents. I don't suppose there is anything you can do about poison, is there Eroril?"
Acrobatics
"Gah! The serpent got me by the shorthairs," the dwarf yowls in pain. He reflexively kicks out at the animal in return. Attack
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Ironleg jumps forward and attempts to use his punishing kick ability on the snake, trying to knock it prone. Attack
"Keep your talents at the ready, Eroril. I am going to go flush the beast out. If it tags me, I will need you," Ironleg gulps, taking a deep breath, approaching closer to the tub area, scanning for the snake.
"Get back Zenani, and try to pull him wtih you. Once you get clear, go get Eroril, and tell him he is needed. He'll take care of the boy." With that being said, Ironleg moves toward the snake's position, ready to strike, if it came at him. At the least, he wanted to divert its attention to him for the time being.
Hearing the kitchen ask for help, Ironleg springs into action. "I'm on it!" he yells towards the rest of teh staff, and continues to weave his way through the crowd to the kitcehn area.
Ironleg attempts to avoid detection, but attempts to maneuver himslef closer tot he table when Zincher is gambling. If there is no way to blend into the crowd, he will join the General on teh catwalk above, attempting to get a clear view of the scene. Perception
With the remnants of teh deul cleaned up, Ironleg also decides to return to the Goblin, although he had a great time being back at the Arena again.
"Stop the fight. Master Tammerlake is the winner. Clerics, if you please," Ironleg gestures toward the challenger.
"Do you yield, Erin? If so, do it now."
"Once again, please remember to contain your magicks to the arena. An injured spectator automatically disqualifies you. Aside from that, you two should take a starting position, say 50' from each other. I shall count down from 'three.' From three, two, one, and begin shall be the call. At 'begin', you can start your actions. Do not act before you hear me say 'begin.' If there are no other questions or terms, please take your positions," the dwarf calls out, pointing each to a spot roughly 50' from each other.
Once the two mages take their spots, Ironleg takes a (hopefully) safe spot, and begins the countdown. "Three, two, one, begin..."
"Fine, then we will battle until one of you yields. Elias, do you agree to these terms? Once agreed upon, there will be no changing of them. Now that it seems that is worked out, will there be any prepatory time allowed, or will the battle start with no current spells in effect?"
"There will be no duel until the terms of victory are agreed to. State your preference, specifically, Erin."
"Gentlemen, with only an apology as the contested issue, perhaps this duel can be settled with only a minimum of bloodshed. Perhaps to the first blood (maybe 1/4 of hit points, or a 1/2 of them)? That will show who is the better of you, at least for today..."
"I would prefer to address the combatants together, so there is no allegations of untoward behavior." Ironleg motions the two wizards together. "Gentlemen, it is now time to set the ground rules for the duel. Arcane combats are not the norm around here, so we need to spell out the exact parameters of the contest. What will consist of a victory? Do you plan on dueling only until one admits the other the victor, or do you want to pursue things further? I would advise if there is time for prepatory magic that it be extremely limited, well under thirty seconds. We also need to announce the terms of teh wager so that there is no question what the winner shall have claim to upon victory. Finally, while you might lose your temper, it is vital to remember that your spells must be contained so that spectators are not harmed. If a spell goes awry and injures a bystander, the prepetrator shall be automatically disqualified. Oh, and I do need my fee up front, in case one of you might not be in such a situation to pay after the duel. With that said, what will be rules be?"
I'm here, but I'm pretty worried about this one...
"Not only a duel, gentlemen, but an ARCANE duel. We don't get too many of those in town. Most of the wizards here are too busy studying the gate to get on each other's nerves. This should be really interesting...a good opportunity to prove which of the two are the better."
Ironleg heads back to the Goblin, knowing he had a few hours to kill before the duel began. He fills Kozaric in on the excitement, to see if he would like to attend the battle as well.
"That sounds like a plan, Mr. Zincher, I will be back at 11:30, so that we might set all the specific ground rules and begin promptly on time."
"Of course Mr. Zincher, so long as the battles are over in time for me to get to the Goblin before my shift begins. I have been so busy lately, I haven't had the chance to visit the arena lately."
Having gotten a bit of a positive reputation, after helping roust the thugs at the Goblin, Ironleg decides to go towards the arena and see what is going on there, checking for any promising new fighters.
Ironleg arrived late to the berakfast. He had been enjoying a particularly vigorous training session, followed by a short period of meditation upon things. Before he knew it the time had gotten away from him. "Did I miss anything? Those pancakes smell delicious!
Ironleg follows Deigo to the cook, and agrees wtih Diego's compliments. "I agree. You were really quite skillful with your timing, chef." Diplomacy Aid Another
"Thank you very much, Diego. That hits the spot. You know, watching you during the fight, you should perform some tricks for the audience. I am sure we could bring a crowd in to watch you put on a display with that whip of yours."
"The punk tagged me pretty good, guys," Ironleg laughs, realizing he might have a bit of a puffy eye the next day. "And that was quite a trick with the pie, Diego. Talk about entertaining your customers..."
"Remember, you have brought this upon yourselves, curs!' Ironleg shouts as wipes his bloody lip from the punch he took to the face.
Attack
Attack
Initiative "Gentlemen, please exit the establishment, or we will be forced to thrash you."
Ironleg immeidately looks up at Kozaric and gies him a quick nod. The monk then moves in the direction of the drunken men. "Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here? If this rapscallion giving you a tough time? Don't worry, he will do his best to satisfy any problem you might have," he laughs pointing at Diego.
Ironleg tries his best to shake off the boredom of the evening. It was a completely different job when he didn't have to rouse troublemakers. He continued looking around the establishment. Perception
Ironleg follows Eroril's lead: Perception
Without any more pressing matters, Ironleg excused himself, and headed upstairs to do a bit of meditation and self reflection.
"A drink? What a good idea, Eroril. General, we've got a couple hours before duty calls. Want to join us?"
"Sounds like a pretty good fit for the Goblin, if you ask me. Maybe you could give him a trial run, and keep your eye on him while he proves himself," Ironleg suggests.
"Nice to meetcha Diego. Call me Ironleg. Anyone needing work sounds good to me. But you have to pass the General's test," the dwarf says with a bit of a grin about his mouth. "Kozaric, come over here and give this guy the once over." |