"I hate tha water..." Picklebeard moans as his dwarven form sways uneasy with the waves. When he spots the galley, he mutters "Uh oh."
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In response to N'bellocq, "That's still more than me!"
"Regardless of what's ta happen. I won't be goin' down withoutta fight. That's fer sure. We've all shown we can hold our own. Now let's show everyone we can hold as a team."
Picklebeard stands firm and contemplates his fortune. "Not bad, girl. Yer pretty good at that. There's truth in what you say. I can feel it in my beard. Where did you learn that?"
Picklebeard looks to Ansha seeing her playing with what he assumes to be a harrow deck and talking to Qhude. He waits for them to be done and then asks Ansha. "Excuse me for a moment, Ansha...While we got some downtime...Do you think you could do me?"
"Let's get to fightin'!"
Picklebeard looks eager for the next trials. He is currently tapping his foot and playing with his beard.
Brawn. PB and Verithrex are cheering on their brother in arms.
I'm here! I'm here! I've just been drink...... i mean observing. :)
"If it comes to that, hopefully a drunk dwarf will break our fall." "Oh I agree! I don't want you breakin' any nails. Not on MY watch."
Hang in there, glorious leader. We aren't going anywhere until you get back. No worries.
"Err.. best o' luck to y'all up next."
"I thought you'd never ask! One cup, please."
"I ain't puttin' my honor on tha line and risk comin' this far to cheat and not get me family's business up and runnin'. Us dwarfs follow tha rules. Ye don't get wine like yer drinkin' by not followin' tha rules."
"Yeah! No ubuntu! ...whatever that is!" Picklebeard is just agreeing with his comrade and glad to see they share the same view on the secret agreement (even if for different reasons).
I can't get an image out of my mind that we go through with the plan and then they betray us. Like we're congratulating eachother and then the taldan goes over to Jakob to congratulate him and says "The things I do for love..." and knocks Jakob off the boat!
Picklebeard just stands there listening...well sort of listening.
I thank you for your honesty Picklebeard. ha! I spit in his face and he appreciates it! Is this kid ever gonna grow a pair?! I do however consider this fighting fair. In a conflict a nation or a person is called upon to use all their resources. Diplomacy is a resource. Same as your staff. Same as the devils that killed the two runners. You know what else is a resource boy? A s@+*! And I don't give one! Remember that all this is not a simple entertainment. Our hosts are choosing a band for a mission of some import. Surprising them, creating resources, and gathering strength from places they overlooked seems an excellent way to enhance our resume He's like some street merchant sellin' potions! Promisin' this and that! about innovatin' and enhancin' resumes bullcrap! Spinnin' tales ta get me to buy into his trickery like some tree-huggin elf. "Ye can rationalize it wit yer smarts all ye want but an ass is an ass and ye can't make it a horse. What yer asking us ta do is cheat and I ain't no cheater. I know you mean nothin' about it... but dontcha think you should leave the stratergizin' to those who actually won their events?"
"Boy- I'm gonna be honest with ya." He takes a long pause. "That has ta be the dumbest s++& I've ever 'eard in me life." He follows up.
"Ferst place! Ferst place! I hope me clan could see me now! Me great aunt Karla would be so proud! We just gotta keep it up and we'll be champyuns in no time!"
Picklebeard senses some sort of calling from his familiar. A sensation of pride and confidence. "haha oh boy no... I don't think they'd let ye joust! yes I know you'd win fer sure. No questshuns aboot that."
A lot is riding on whether or not they stand to gain a lot by betraying us. If we have such a commanding lead that disposing of us early would make them gain nothing then it would be good, I guess. Oh well. Picklebeard, unless told, will have no idea of any dealings we have with any other group and is fully expecting to personally thwack the nuts every goon that comes near him with his staff with his dwarven mining ninja skills.
"Look at that! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HE WON! THA BASTERD DID IT!"
"hahahar aww poor boy! At least he woulda lasted longer 'an me!"
The Tex Ritter song is indeed the very same song. I'm actually currently listening to a cover of Big Iron by Marty Robbins.
Jakob-is your spoiler tag a reference to the song from Fallout New Vegas?
"I shure hope that boy knows what the heck he's doin'!"
Picklebeard looks to Jakob "Boy- I donno much aboot joustin' but tha only words I got fer you is stick on that damnable horse like black on a drow!"
"Is it just me, Qhude, but yer friends be over-analyzin' errythin'? Like har har I woodunt be surprised if they licked the damn side of tha tent and declared the taste told 'em Ansha here will do just fine! Like Ansha ain't nuttin' but a regular ol' fairy princess with a few tricks up 'er rear but I'd be a bearded gnome if she ain't smart. Yessir. She'll figure it out. No use lookin' at tha livers o' a street cat or usin' maths and playin' against tha other groups! Trust yerself and yer friends and it'll get you far. That's the dwarven way if ye throw in gettin' sh%tfaced on ale too!"
"Yer favourite pack o' jungle fairies got wrecked by tha boys Qhude and me whooped in tha second fight and then got walloped again by some pair o' adventurers. Better luck next time fer 'em I guess."
"Oh nooo.. us dwarves stick ta alcohol! The stuff me family brews is enough to keep me faithful from other kindsa things!" He laughs. "I don't mindya doing it though. Ye earned tha right today out there, I'd say..."
The dwarf comes into the smoky tent and takes a few sniffs. "I know tha' smell..."
He sees Qhude smoking from his pipe. "Qhude! I didn't know you ta smoke tha pipe!" He calls out surprised.
"Not a bad show. We saw our competitshun, fer shure.. but I donnae if I'd call'em that. Qhude and me could easileh take any of them, ain't that right, lad? Now where'd he go off to?" Picklebeard wanders to Qhude in the tent.
Ha! Naval battle? How did I miss that too? My timbers are shivering already!
"Do as ye wish lad! I'm gonna see the fights!" "First place, eh? Good fer her!"
ONE NIGHT ONLY. SUNDAY, SUNDAY,
"YER JOKIN'! I was just gettin' warmed up!" The dwarf laughs and sighs and regroups with his fellow party members. "You saw me 'n Qhude down thar?! Ha! I thought ye be the first one ta flee at the sight o' blood! hah! Much obliged, me boy. T'was nuttin'." "Bleedin' beer eh? Speakin' o' which I'm mighty thirsty. Where's tha nearest drink stand? I could use a good beer right about now."
And a bath! The tent smells of VICTORY! Fixed that for you.
Picklebeard asks the guard, "Wait justs sec. Is that fairy gonna come over here an' fix this" He points to his bloody wounds. "before mah next fight?" He asks Qhude what he wants to do, "We should watch ta see whose our next victims, eh?"
He aims for the nuts again but in one last effort to parry, he knocks the dwarf's stick to the ground rendering his attack totally ineffective. His parry leaves him open for Qhude's finishing blow. As the man drops, you see Verithrex leap off the falling man and scurry up the sick and back to perching on the dwarf's shoulder defiantly.
He looks around at the roaring crowd and rasies his quaterstaff proudly in the air! Picklebeard looks at Qhude very admirably. You probably can barely hear him over the crowd cheering but it sounds like praise: "Not bad, lad. Not bad at all." He tags along with Qhude walking back through the porticulus.
Round 10: "YER WASTIN' YER TIME! I CANNOT BE STOPPED!" The relentless tornado of moving dwarf and staff attacks is too much for the big man. Half-stunned by the dwarf's boldness and relentlessness, the other half by being grappled from behind by Picklebeard's partner in crime, the man feels the stick lunge into his crotchal-region in a very rough fashion.
"YOU'LL FEEL THAT IN THA MORNIN' YA WUSSY. OH HO HO YESSIR. TOO FAST. TOO STONG FER YA SON!" The dwarf is blinded by his confidence. He feels no pain, only the glory of combat and relishing his powerful blow into the nuts of his opponent. V's attack:
The lizard furiously is chewing at the man's fleshy neck but it seems to not be able to chew through his tough skin.
Dwarven ancestor magic works in mysterious ways. His boistrous nature and invocation of his family name bestowed him unnaturally amazing defensive skills. His evasion conjures tales of heroic dwarven fighters of old. He is tempted to quote the legendary dwarven boxer, Cassius Claybeard "Float like a butterfly, sting like a dire bee, rhymings fer fairies so I'm gonna punch ya in the face till yer dead!" "TOO SLOW, BOY!" A bloodied, whirling, bearded, sodium-chloride smelling mass of dwarven awesomeness swings violently at the tall, shielded man. He twists and turns in his furious barrage of strikes hoping to hit the man and actually do damage. It is quite the spectacle.
Unbeknownst to Picklebeard, the man stepped back a foot and the dwarf is furiously twisting and dodging imaginary blows and his jabs are hitting nothing but air.
Hopefully his bearded lizard is having more luck at scoring blows.
V's Attack:
Nope.
What I lack in intimate rules knowledge, I hopefully make up for it in dwarven swagger.
V's potential AoO:
Picklebeard spits blood. "THAT THE BEST YOU GOT? MY MUTHER HITS HARDER YA FAIRY." "GO FER THE EYES V! THE EYES! I GOTCHA COVERED!" Picklebeard feels the blood under his clothes and feels the pain of his wounds. Somehow he manages to let out a laugh. This big man may have a pointier stick than he does, but he knows Qhude and himself are going to win this fight. Picklebeard does not move. He does not flinch. He focuses the might of all his ancestors into a single coherent blow of destruction only dwarves can accomplish.
He curses at the big man as his furious attempts of beating him with his staff are futile. "GO TA HELL YA OVERSIZED OAF."
Man I'm goofing up all over the place. :C
V's AoO:
1 point of non-lethal
Picklebeard bites his teeth at the pain and proceeds to take a 5ft step back and eye the big man down.
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