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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:05:08 GMT -5
Benon was not overly worried about the life he had taken, besides, these kinds of creatures would have killed him and other honest creatures if he did not put a stop to it. The fox began announcing the begining of the next round. Benon did not care. He was out to collect money from the betting ring that had been set up in the cantina. He made a good haul: a good dagger, about 10 gold coins and a few silver peices and a large ruby ring.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:14:15 GMT -5
Xylon looked back at the warrior mole, collecting extra loot, probably from some gamble. Turning his attention back to the ring, he awaited the fox to call out the next contestants.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:26:41 GMT -5
One combatant was a scrawney rat. A little shorter than usual but very muscular.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:30:49 GMT -5
When Xylon was back from fetching the horrific mace and chain from his tent, he saw that one of the contestants was a small rat. The fox cried out, "Who will challenge this warrior?" Xylon wondered if he was ready...
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:32:28 GMT -5
The rat, aptly named Scrawney, saw the wolf. "You dere volftink. You vill face mine swavd." He said with a heavy accent.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:35:51 GMT -5
Xylon inwardly sneered. There was menace behind his emotionless face. Slowly stepping into the arena, he let the mace hang limply from his right paw.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 18, 2007 14:28:40 GMT -5
OOC: Isn't this a bit lopsided?
The whole time, a third wolf had been watching the action, and was amazed by the mole's abilities. He now turned his attention to one of his fellow wolves in the ring with a rat. He almost burst out laughing. He had seen the wolf in combat, and the rat was nothing near to a match for this wolf. Feeling very confident, he went into the cantina to place a bet.
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Post by xylon on Apr 18, 2007 19:00:55 GMT -5
OOC: Isn't this a bit lopsided? The whole time, a third wolf had been watching the action, and was amazed by the mole's abilities. He now turned his attention to one of his fellow wolves in the ring with a rat. He almost burst out laughing. He had seen the wolf in combat, and the rat was nothing near to a match for this wolf. Feeling very confident, he went into the cantina to place a bet. OOC: I expect that after a while, we'll be fighting each other. It won't be lopsided for long  The rat charged recklessly. Sidestepping him, Xylon swung his mace downward in the same movement. Without a word, he walked out of the ring and through the silent crowd, who were staring at the crushed ribs and pools of blood. Feeling good, the wolf decided to visit the cantina. He wouldn't be fighting any more that night. Inside, he sat next to a fellow traveler, another wolf like himself who he had seen around Mossflower. Sipping whiskey, he watched the mole treasuring his winnings. |
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 16:43:28 GMT -5
Saroyyo walked over to the new wolf, counting his winnings he had earned from a ferret. "That was some fight that rat put up there"
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 18:08:16 GMT -5
Xylon actually laughed. "Yeah, he almost beat me."
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 18:18:34 GMT -5
"Oi, that yon rattur did. Hup, ee may jus do et naow. He's staggerin 'bout in ee arena. Ye may get asqualified if'n ye don't go an' hit eem a coople more times." suggested Benon.
Scrawney was near death. He just barely had the strength to stagger around a bit, adrenaline was a wonderful thing.
OOC: Not dead yet.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 18:33:35 GMT -5
"Those throwing knives you carry arround will work, won't they?" suggested Saroyyo
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Post by Gyre on Apr 19, 2007 19:00:49 GMT -5
@benon
Yeah, you might as well use him. ))
Ulric Dass stood still, watching the fight intently. These beasts were not what she had expected. The wolfess thought for a moment about leaving this competition... she wanted a battle, not a slaughter. They would fall too easily.
Sighing, she decided to watch a while longer, her yellow eyes glancing from one fighter to the next...
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 19:06:32 GMT -5
"Oi, that yon rattur did. Hup, ee may jus do et naow. He's staggerin 'bout in ee arena. Ye may get asqualified if'n ye don't go an' hit eem a coople more times." suggested Benon. Scrawney was near death. He just barely had the strength to stagger around a bit, adrenaline was a wonderful thing. OOC: Not dead yet. OOC: "crushed ribs and pools of blood." Ahem. Xylon turned and saw the rat staggering about in the ring like a drunken shrew. "Oh, son of a..." He swiftly drew one of the daggers from his boots and threw it, not bothering to see the bloody result. |
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 19:50:45 GMT -5
OOC: Broken ribs and blood don't always mean death, again, adrenaline is a wonderful thing.
Yes, Gyre you adressed me? (@ Benon)
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