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Old Dec 15th, 2009, 08:33 AM
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Still trying to remove the bits of insect from his weapons, much less his armor, Boar is glad to be in civilian clothes while his equipment is cleaned, in as much as the dwarf can be happy about anything. He certainly doesn't envy whoever's got that job, though. A note of almost irritated surprise escapes the battle-rager, and he walks towards Rennie's office, quietly hoping that this isn't going to be about turning him into some kind of star.

Last thing I need's a bunch of human kids trying to be like me. Boar does not so much knock as just hit the door.
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Old Dec 15th, 2009, 11:55 PM
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"Boar!" says Rennie as he opens his office door at your...abuse of his door "Please come in." He motions for you to take a seat in one of two large armchairs, cleverly face so that the occupants are facing each other, but also towards a large open wall. On this wall hang a few dozen rare, exotic, or just extremely well made weapons, each polished to a bright gleam.

Rennie himself is just out of middle age, his hair completely white and his face ridden with wrinkles and scars. His body still looks toned, the stomach hard and flat, and the muscles of the arm haven't turned to fat. "That was a brilliant fight today, one for the record books." Rennie looks genuinely pleased, but his face turns serious for the rest of the conversation. "You're a great fighter, and the crowd loves you, but...well I'm really sorry but there's no room on the high ranking rosters for you." The retired gladiator spreads his hands and continues, "We've had roughly the same line up for over a year now, fresh faces are always good, but I can't just let anyone go."

"I can't offer you a permanent job here at the coliseum, or a place to stay, but perhaps we could come to some other sort of agreement?" Rennie gestures at the wall of weapons infront of you, his pride and joy. "Call it an apology, for not being able to take you on full time....go ahead, take any weapon you like. They're all of the highest quality, and battle tested by me." Looking up at the wall, you see every sort of weapon imaginable, human, dwarven, elven, orcish....they're all there. A huge collection of what might well be every weapon type ever created. "You'll still get paid for today's fight of course, this is just something to show that I do recognise your skills....it's not very often I give away part of my personal collection." says Rennie with a smile.

OOC:You gain a Masterwork Weapon of your choice, along with 50gp. This is more or less the end of the solo adventure I had planned....I'll get the main game up as soon as Askaran gets his sheet in.
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Boar's thoughts are occupied by the troubles of fame, and the inevitable escalation in the difficulty of his fights, right up until Rennie tells him he's out of a job, and perhaps a bit beyond. Some of the poison must've reached my brain. He dismisses, but as he keeps listening, no, he was right the first time. Bitterness, anger, perhaps a bit of greed all swell up in the dwarf, and for a moment, he weighs the pros and cons of trying to bury one of his 'battle tested' weapons into the codger's skull.

But he doesn't. He glares, and grits his teeth, and is just this side of fury, but he holds back. No insults, no violence. He approaches the wall, pulls off the first dwarven-made axe he sees, and leaves the office and the coliseum, his final act as a gladiator being to grab a fistful of gold off of Gloria's desk as he passes.

He tosses it in a gutter on his way out.
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