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"Ordinarily I'd tell my thrull here to squish you but then I'd need to clean kender out of his paw. I don't really have a slave low enough for that indignity. I suppose I could enslave a kender for that job but then after he's done I got a kender slave to deal with . . . which would put me back to square one."
"This is the World Serpent Inn pip squeak," the ancient spider like monster says from his perch atop one of his Umber hulk slaves, "and if you happen to be a kender stay away from me. I had a bad run in with one once. Go bother those folks over there, they seem stupid and trusting."
"Did I hear someone wanted to go into the pits?" the Bearded Reaver says with a smile, "I was hopping that someone would step up. All this peace and love floating around is making me sick. We need some violence. Some blood and guts is what this place needs."
"Right," The Bearded Reaver mutters, "point made, moving on." The aged neogi leads his umberhulks away. The ancient creature isn't exactly scared but it certainly knows, with his years of experience, when not to push his luck.
"Did you just rhyme 'it' with 'it'?" the Bearded Reaver laughs, "I'd say someone is starting to run out of rhymes . . ."
"What's this?" asks the nasty bug like creature, "a philosophical discussion in the bar? The last group settled their dispute in the pit. A lively discussion it was as well! I'd just like to remind you that the pit is open to settle your disputes. Let me ask you O.l.l.i., do you think that her contention that 'law as a social construct doesn't exist' is foolishness? Show her the error of her ways by smashing her skull into the unpadded stone wall. Hey miss tentacle head why not prove to this lousy box that his notion of 'philosophical, psychological, and physical differences' amount to nothing when someone is stabbing through the brain box! Anyone can discuss their beliefs but it takes a true visionary to beat those beliefs into someone's head and unprotected organs."
Come on now!
"You two want to play go right on ahead," the bearded one mutters, "things have been slow as of late. No bar fights. No blood feuds. No gambling debts . . . it's downright depressing. I've seen slow months like this before though, it'll pass, blood and violence lingers in this place like a bad smell, things will be back to normal in a few weeks, and till then I'll make do with this pittance." The aberration waves his hand and one of his massive umber hulk body guards move to open the pit.
"Looking for me?" the aged neogi mutters from a nearby booth.
"Then piss off!" the evil little spider thing snaps as he leads his umber hulks away.
"You looking to fight in the pits?" the nasty creature snarls.
"He sometimes puts on a little play with the crippled and broken bodies of his opponents before sucking their eyeballs out and smashing their skulls open to eat their brains . . . it's a bit like a game I guess. Not quite chess though . . ."
"Those guns are just adorable," the aged Neogi, mumbles from near by, "would either of you be interested in testing them out in the ring? I got a spike club wielding half-ogre that needs an opponent. Betting's been slow lately and some of those flashy boom sticks could liven things up a bit. We could call it a fight of old vs new or something like that."
"Fine," the old one mutters, clearly disappointed at the lack of real violence or bloodshed, he glances at some of his papers and quickly to the pits, "it seems your in luck Miss Kind, the pits currently aren't in use, but seeing as you and your friend are just playing around in there, should there be any real disputes or fighting you and your opponent will have to relinquish the pits."
"You again?" the aged neogi mutters, "why don't you quit the play and fight for blood, there could be gold in it for you, this play doesn't interest anyone, and nobody cares to bet." |