Game Thread Prelude: Sandstorms and Sexy Ladies - Page 8

Chekken · #**106** 08-11-2010, 08:19 AM

In the Chieftain's Cabin The chieftain shakes his head, looking disappointed. "My friend, we started off on a good foot and then you introduce all of these nonsensical ideas at the last second. I will address them one by one."

"Firstly, despite what everyone seems to be saying, there is no drought. There is no shortage of water. The well has been closed for temporary maintenance, hence the reason why I've placed guards on regular watch duty around the well's perimeter. As soon as we get a technical issue solved, water will be available for everyone. I don't see why I should compensate you for a job that can be easily done by myself." The next part of the chieftain's speech sounded heavily dramatized. "There is NO monster in that well. However..." The chieftain grins thoughtfully. "If you would like to help fix the well, feel free. I will pay you for your troubles."

"Your next point. If you have mercenaries to provide our fair town with, then Il'Idril appreciates your business. However, I can't just go around letting every bloody shava who walks in here have a free breakfast. It doesn't work that way. Every slave needs to be registered in Rolt's capital of St. Rainon. I don't have the...what's the word...authority to do that."

The chieftain's face boils up into rage at the last caveat Swald suggested. "Do you think I was born yesterday?! I'm not giving you a goddamned thing for free! You asked about counter proposals? I'll give you a counter proposal: take that offer, and shove it up your ass! Then take yourself and your mercenaries' lazy hides into the market and buy something with your own damn money. The city's funds are not open to armchair generals with a deathwish!!!"

The chieftain takes a moment to relax, and then gets up from the dirt floor. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Start talking fast, boot. You're gotten yourself into real hot water with that last one."

Panic! at the bar The young halfling girl smiled again at Azog and began playing with her long, red hair. "You look strong, Mr. Azog. Are you an adventurer?" She giggled and looked Azog up, and down...and then kept her eyes pointed down. A little too far down.

Suddenly, a shape comes bolting across the bar and explodes onto Azog. Sherry screams loudly, and a number of bar patrons look their way, including the bandit Raiiel spoke to and the Tinhammer twins. Sherry yells at Gregor, grabs a pot from a sink in the bar and and beats Gregor repeatedly with the blunt end of it, shouting obscenities for all to hear. "GET OFF HIM! F*^&*^ son of a B*&^*!" However, the pot did very little against Gregor's armour. It looked quite comical to see tiny welts forming in the armour from the surprisingly tough blows coming from Sherry.

Edea stands in place near Sherry and the two brawlers, staring wide eyed at the fight. He wasn't sure exactly how to react.

Raiiel and DiViNe Both of you have been moved to a new thread, where another character will also be introduced.

Magnai · #**107** 08-11-2010, 09:57 AM

Quiivern hears the commotion and looks over. When he sees that it's Azog and Gregor (OOC: I assume that I don't need to make a check for that because it's obvious.), Quiivern mutters under his breath Silly dwarf and half orc. Quiivern looks at the brother's and tries to see if they're going to leap up in defense of something.

Chekken · #**108** 08-11-2010, 10:40 AM

The tinhammer brothers don't appear to be interested in the barfight whatsoever. "Right you are, friend", said Marus. "Nothin' like a good barfight! And honestly, if you're too darn poor for the brothel-"

"Like us-"

"-It's about the best entertainment you're gonna get." Marus grins widely. He seems to have sobered up quite a bit, but Tarus is still fairly drunk. "So", Marus began. "You wanna know about the water problem? Nothing big, really. The Mayor is making up a bunch of horse sh** about the mechanisms in the well being broken, but you can tell a mile away when the Mayor ain't telling the truth. I've been told by my friend...member of the guard, of course...that there's a tribe of kobolds down in the well. They've been making it hell on earth for anyone who goes inside of the well, especially the guards. There's something really wrong, though...kobolds in Rolt usually do not attack without some kind of provocation. Something is getting 'em really riled up. Not sure what it is." The dwarf pulled a pipe out of his pocket, lit it up and inhaled the tobacco deeply. After a few moments, he holds it out to you. "Want some tobacco?"

Magnai · #**109** 08-11-2010, 10:59 AM

Quiivern smiles that the dwarves are just interested in watching. Quiivern still keeps an eye on the fight to make sure it doesn't get out of hand, but continues his conversation. Tobacco? No thanks. I don't have a pipe on me. Quiivern shrugs his shoulders in apology. Kobolds you say? Who normally keeps them in check? They're tricky little beasts but if you've got good archers, you're set.

Quiivern gestures to Marus to take the flagon he offered to the twins.

JHouck8390 · #**110** 08-11-2010, 01:20 PM

Swald bears the tirade stoically before contemplating his reply. After but a moment, he replies to Mayne.

I challenge your story, Chieftain Mayne. I may have been a little blunt in what I would like to have, but you have been far from truthful yourself. Of course there is more than a simple mechanical problem in the well. The drought that you are experiencing here is linked to the water source. One of my companions has detected a four legged beast emanating immensely powerful magical essence at the base of the well.

I am willing to solve your problem, and in exchange I demand payment as well as room and board for my party. Nothing less.

Otherwise, dear chieftain, you may find that we are more than prepared to deal with the creature-- first hand.

Chekken · #**111** 08-11-2010, 01:39 PM

The chieftain raises an eyebrow. "You...dare to threaten me in my own home?" For a split second, you fear that Mayne was going to throw a hissy fit or break something (up to and including your bones), but he simply laughs, holding his belly the whole time. "You...you kill me! Alright, you're out of hot water" he says, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. He uncrosses his arms. "Wow. By the heavens, do you know how foolish it is to threaten me? I spent ten years in the army in Northern Mount Rayne, and my guards are outfitted with full plate armour. Not to mention that I'm several inches taller than you. You'd be digging yer own grave, sonny."

"So what if there's a monster down there? It ain't botherin' nobody, it hasn't come out of the well, and as far as I know it has nothing to do with the water problem. If you're so adamant on killing it, be my guest. I'll pay you...hmmm...4000 gold, plus you can keep whatever loot you find. Room and board will be your responsibility. Alright? That okay, Mr. Armchair General?"

Frodiddly · #**112** 08-11-2010, 02:46 PM

Azog starts to turn as he hears the roars of the flying Dwarf. Finally! I get to give what that damned Quiivern has coming to him! He was quite surprised to see that it was indeed, the wrong Dwarf. Strangely enough, it was the cleric who launched an all-out assault on the great half-orc. There was a slight degree of amusement as Gregor leaped off the bar, in an attempt to try and pin the mountain of muscle to the ground. Flying Dwarves were ALWAYS hilarious.

But, the humor could only last so long. Azog didn't want to deal with Gregor right now. He wanted to get away from this ugly-ass halfling and just get down to business.

Time seemed to slow as Gregor flew towards Azog, and he cocked and fired a single punch to Gregor's face.

It connect. Well. Very well. Azog's fist smashed into Gregor's face, his endless strength flowing through his arm and into Dwarf bone. He could definitely hear a loud *crack*. Some of that Dwarf bone probably shattered a little bit. The combined force of Gregor's jumping velocity and Azog's fist was certainly enough to do so.

Gregor dropped like a stone, unconscious. He hit the bar on the way down, and smashed onto the ground. Azog wiped his fist off on his trousers, and looked back at the Halflings. "Well, looks like I've got some things to talk about. Sorry. See you all later. Nice to meet you both.

Like hell it was.

Chekken · #**113** 08-11-2010, 03:04 PM

The two tinhammers practically leapt from their seats the second Azog's punch connected. They reached the half-orc just in time, obstructing his path to the door. The one to Azog's left (who has blond hair) holds a tiny dwarven hand out. "Hold on a second there, pal. Me and my brother Tarus here don't appreciate you knockin' people over who are half your size." Marus cracks his knuckles menacingly. Tarus burps. "If you're gonna cause trouble around here, you're gonna answer to us. And trust me...you don't wanna mess with the Tinhammer clan."

Magnai · #**114** 08-11-2010, 04:29 PM

Quiivern stands up quickly and places himself next to the brothers, but not actually in Azog's way. Damn these dwarves. I was caught on my loins. Quiivern unsheathes his axe and raises it, ready to strike. Strike down one dwarf and you'll get an army. You are now obliged to fight all of us outside the bar Quiivern nods to the barkeep or care for the noble dwarf and his wounds. In the latter case, we will permit you to stay in the bar, if the barkeep allows.

Quiivern puffs out his chest and flexes his muscles. His gleaming axe looks threatening as he raises it above his head.

Chekken · #**115** 08-11-2010, 05:02 PM

Edea is still too shocked to know just how to react. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens in again, his lip quivering. The bar was heavily damaged; wine bottles shattered, beersteins crunched and a few drying plates in the sink shattered. Edea looked devastated. "M...me bar. Ye...ye have no clue wha' tha' bar means t'me." He shook his head as he walked behind the bar, grabbing a large blunderbuss from a cupboard below the sink ((ooc: really big gun, basically)) and points it at the dwarves and Azog. His aim was shaky, but with a gun as big as the one he was holding, you probably don't need a well-placed shot.

Edea paused, realized what he was doing, and then slowly lowered the blunderbuss, bringing it to his side. He looked like he was trying to decide exactly what he wanted to do to you. His face relaxes.

"Do wha'ev'r ye wan'."

He tossed the blunderbuss to Sherry, who caught it and watched her father dejectedly walk up the stairs. You hear a wooden door slam from somewhere above you. The regular sound of chatter and merriment fade back into the tavern.

+8 chaotic points for Gregor.

Magnai · #**116** 08-11-2010, 05:17 PM

Speaking angrily towards Azog and loud enough so the whole bar can hear. See what you did? Clean this up so I can see my face shine on the bar and you won't see my axe. Quiivern keeps his stance and his axe position. He looks absolutely infuriated. Looking toward Sherry. I'll keep him in check. You can see to the barkeep. It's not my mess, but I'll definately help clean.

Quiivern speaks to the dwarves without turning his head. Will you two aid me in cleaning and keeping the orc runt in check? Quiivern stands always at the ready to continue the fight.

JHouck8390 · #**117** 08-11-2010, 07:33 PM

We'll be back in short order to collect the money.

Swald quickly and calmly left the building, quickly moving towards the tavern.

Frodiddly · #**118** 08-12-2010, 04:11 AM

Azog, quite frankly, had enough. These damn Dwarves were mistreating him far beyond anything.

"Now listen here, you maggots! Your damned friend here attacked ME!! Or were your damned eyes too used to the dark to see!? As for the woman? I was speaking to the fair lass before your friend decided to stir things up!" He turned towards Sherry. "I'm sorry you had to see all this, me lassy. I'll gladly be reimbursing your father for the trouble these damned Dwarves caused ye. I'll even help him fix things up, if he likes.

"But as for YOU lot, take your axes and shove 'em up your damn arse! "Puny orc..." HA! If you scum want a fight, you bloody well got one! But let it be KNOWN!" Azog yells, addressing all the tavern now. "That Azog Goraxe did no wrong! Is this the town we live in? Is this the state of Rolf now? Where an innocent half-orc cannot simply speak to some kind halflings without prosecution by these damned Dwarves!?"

He glared down the trio of Dwarves. His eyes began to flow red with the beginnings rage, and it almost seemed that smoke blew from his ears. A bulging arm slowly moved towards his axe, but he stayed his hand, until further provocation. "Now... I suggest you collect your friend there, and get the hell out of here."

snack · #**119** 08-12-2010, 05:58 AM

Gregor, completely misunderstanding the half-orc's intentions had charged on the behalf of the small halfling girl.
The last memory he had was of a fist the size of a small boulder and then an explosion of color before blackness engulfed his vision. He would think twice before assaulting the half-orc again, but as far as he knew, he had failed to protect a poor defenseless child from the defilement of a monster.

Magnai · #**120** 08-12-2010, 11:19 AM

Quiivern looked to the Tinhammer's for his next action. He was still greatly enraged, but he didn't want to get into a fight with his new questing partner. Quiivern struggles to control his emotions, visibly being torn and troubled by Azog's words. Thinking again, Quiivern decides to comply. Even if you were attacked by the dwarf, you could have been intelligent enough to parry instead of break everything. Even though I have no part of this dispute, I will help resolve it.

Quiivern lowers his axe slowly and reluctantly and sheathes it. Quiivern looks to the table that the dwarves were sitting talking. Leave it to the orc to ruin a good night. Quiivern slowly goes back to the table and gets any empty flasks that were knocked over. He drags his feet and looks angry and frustrated as he walks the flasks back to a section of bar far away from the blasted orc.