The tall woodsman smiles at Aohdan's words before answering the druid. "I am hardly cut out to be a politician... you may remember, my friend, how diplomatic I am, from when we first met, not far from here." His grin broadens for a moment. "Yet perhaps I could represent Turen's interests..." He is distracted when the elfess stops walking. "Hold a moment, friends. Please save my place in line." He moves a few steps away with Aleera, and looks warmly at her. "What is it, lass?"
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The Tournament Grounds: The Line
The mercenary turns to Lucius with a sneer, "What's it to you, eh? You got a problem with me, lightbringer? Huh?! Say something, you little..." the rest of his words are a string of profanities as he edges closer to the cleric, spittle flying from his mouth with every word, landing on the cleric's shirt.
As Rennaldo enters the line, he sees, ahead of him, a young cleric of the Healing Light being accosted by a mercenary looking fellow.
Renaldo hands the cleric a hankie and asks the priest, "what ever did you do or say to offend this fellow?" and a quick subtle wink to him.
(bluff to hide the wink from the mercenary/ subtle message to cleric)bluff check (1d20+6=13)
subtle message
Renaldo knows the cleric did nothing to offend the profanity spitting mercenary
He then turns to the mercenary and asks, " does this gentleman need such treatment, after all, he is not infront of you slowing down the line."
]ooc[ yes i know this is giing to get him in trouble ]/ooc[
Alaric quirks an eyebrow and mutters "What ruffled her feathers?"
Then he responds to Entan, "Y'know, that would explain a few things..." with another of his mischevious smirks. "But honestly, you know I'm good with explosives and other contraptions...I wouldn't actually blow up the Academy. Probably. And nobody would be inside it anyway during the spectacle....so nothing to fear." He waves his hands dismissively and turns away.
"Anyhoo, I've got some tourney stuff to sign up for, else I'll be stuck workin' on my carpentry and sculpting skills here for the next few weeks without a break. Not that it ain't fun, but art's just one of my hobbies... See ya later, 'Master Entan'." Alaric starts walking off towards the Tournament sign-up line, though his mind is entirely preoccupied now with ideas for how he could cause some gnome-like mischief to tweak Entan's gears.
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Sensing Aleera's desire for a moment with Valen, Aohdan says "Hey, something's happening ahead in line. Looks like trouble. Let's check it out, Johen." and he gives Johen a gentle nudge in that direction while surreptitiously cocking his head and gesturing towards Valen and Aleera with his eyes. "C'mon." Aohdan starts a slow trot towards the commotion.
"Huh? What?" Johen asked, lost in his dreams of a land governed by the laws of Nature, where creatures of the woods could live freely.
"Trouble you say?"
He looks around, not noticing anything specific but follows the centaur quickly - he had learnt from experience over the last weeks that Aohdan did not always realize that his speed was much greater than his bipedal companions'.
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Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
OOC: Moving forward. EximiusNero, I'm writing Lucius out with an open window to return.
The Tournament Grounds: The Line
The mercenary shoves past the cleric and comes nose to nose with Rennaldo, "You got somethin' to say? You got a problem with me? Say it with your sword!"
Aohdan trots up to the line to see a crude looking mercenary yelling at an elite guard, the mercenary's hand on the hilt of his longsword. Johen comes up behind Aohdan and sees the same thing, though Johen also notes the approach of a massive man, larger than any human he has ever seen, from the other side of the line.
As Rungner approaches from the other direction, he sees the mercenary and the guard, as well as a centaur and a tureni human man with a hawk approaching from the other side.
The Tournament Grounds: Near the City Gate
Once the others are gone, Aleera takes Valen's other hand and looks up into his eyes, "We haven't had much time to talk and...well, you know I'm not good at saying what I feel." She pauses to collect her thoughts, "I think you should compete. With you as Lord of Silvergard, you and I can make sure that obelisk is properly guarded...together. I mean, well...I think you know what I mean." She looks away and down, her discomfort evident.
City of Azgund: Main Thoroughfare
Shayuri is making her way through the city to the tournament grounds when she notes a rather preoccupied Alaric following along behind her.
Shayuri's attention is grabbed by and Alaric is jolted out of his mischievous reverie by the passing of a large retinue of guards and servants, at the center of which is the half-celestial Lady Dawn de Guare, high priestess of the Lord and Lady of Shadow. The group is on its way to the House of Lords. But Dawn calls a stop and turns her liquid silver, slightly glowing eyes on Alaric, studying him intently.
The Adventurer's Guild Compound: Drinking Hall
Iphithis stands and addresses Muzdum, "Ironhands doesn't deserve your ire. Yes, the idea to plant the corrupted seeing stone in your pack was mine. There was no other way to lure Azilyk to your group, no other way to get her imprisoned within the obelisk."
Ironhands grumbles, "That worked like a charm, didn't it?"
Iphithis sighs, "It would've worked, but for the misguided heroism of a paladin and the good-hearted ineptness of a halfling."
Ironhands approaches Muzdum, "I ain't proud of my part in this, and ye've a right to feel dishonored. But, Azilyk is the greatest evil there is, aside from what's already locked up in that obelisk. If I have to stain my hands with a lesser evil so a greater evil can be contained...well, I'm willing to live with that shame if it gets the job done."
"Huah?" Alaric mutters at first, jarred out of his scheming. After a moment, with the Lady Dawn de Guare staring at him, he regains his senses and plucks the broad-rimmed hat off his head, sweeps his arm out, tucks the other arm under his chest, and bows to the Lady.
"Uh, greetings ma'am. M'lady. Your radiance. Best wishes and all that. I do hope I'm not in the way." he says, not really sure what he should say. 'Why's she lookin' at me like that? I ain't that dirty today, and I don't think I smell. Entan didn't throw some kinda sneaky illusion on me 'fore I left, did he?' he thinks.
OOC: hehe, Alaric seems to have become much less of a prude during the course of his adventures.
Aohdan has a mischievous grin on his face as he approaches the spectacle that only grows wider. Leaning to the side he says in a low voice to Johen "Let's stay out of it unless it gets real ugly. Until then, let's have some fun!" Aohdan bellows out in a hammy announcer voice: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE AZGUNDI TOURNAMENTS! THE FIRST UNOFFICIAL EVENT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! IN THIS CORNER..." Aohdan points toward the scruffy merc "...REPRESENTING THE INFESTED AND UNWASHED,WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS MINUS THE FLEES, WE HAVE JERKFACE THE REVOLTING!" Aohdan leans slightly toward the mercenary and pumps his fists in the air, making faux crowd noises for a second or two before continuing. "AND IN THIS CORNER, REPRESENTING THE GENDER CHALLENGED, WE HAVE THE MERRY POPINJAY, WEIGHING IN AT NINETY ONE AND A HALF POUNDS OF PURE FASHION, ITS SWISHY-POKER!" Aohdan again leans toward the opponent and pumps his fists with a long exhale representing the cheering of a large crowd. "LET'S GET IT ON!!!!" he adds with an enormous smile smeared across his face.
Valen smiles at Aleera, holding her hands warmly. "We are two people who know little other than fighting. But you know my heart is yours, lass." He tilts her head up by her chin to look into her eyes. "It shall be as you wish. I will compete, my lady. I have a feeling my superiors in Turen will not object." He leans down to kiss her tenderly, and does not hear Aohdan's announcement.
Johen is surprised at his centaur friend's sudden sense of humour and cannot help laughing goodheartedly. He regains his calm though fairly quickly as he sees the massive "human" arriving from the other side.
human or giant?
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Shayuri pauses with a deer in the headlights expression as the priestesses otherworldly gaze sweeps over her. When she goes past, the sorceress feels mingled relief and disappointment. She'd never been entirely easy around powerful clerics...their powers seemed inimical to her. Was the cleric in control? Was the god? What if the god didn't like you?
But she was so...beautiful. And so majestic. The idea that such a creature might take interest in her had appeal.
But no. It was the -wizard-. Evidently it wasn't enough that he was favored of the headmaster, he had to be attracting the attention of eldritch creatures too.
Even so, Shayuri stayed where she was and watched to see what happened next.
Rungner looks down at the mercenary " Looks to me like it is YOU that is slowing down the line. Shut up and get back in line NOW." Rungner takes one step closer.
Muzdum stomps towards the half elf. "Then it was ye the one Ah was supposed to be beatin'. Ah' must have guessed it must be a pointy ears, tree hugger bastard." With an incredibly quick move, Muzdum delivers a breath-taking punch in the stomach to the half elf. "Ah' aint wastin' anymore energy with you scum. Yer plans as well as yer grey matter are good fer nothin'. If Ah' were ye, Ah'll be takin' the next job as horse-crap cleaner Ah' found. Blasted fool..." Muzdum turns and leaves the place, patting Ironhands' shoulder as he pass by him.
OOC: I'm a tug!
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Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
OOC: Sorry for the inactivity guys , and Ark I'd be happy to change my font, btw great avatar, love Trigun.
Lucius steps back and makes way for the newcomer to confront the mercenary. "Go ahead with your sport my fellows, just try not to rough each other up too much", Lucius says with warm hearted grin.
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OOC: Scott DeWar, are you still with us?
Yup. sorry, been a week of hard on the hands type of work, and the artherites really kicked in. it hurt to even type.
going back over the threads, but the last one i remember was the one where the bully challenged me to a fight, right then and there.
I need to know: what are the rules for fights outside of the tournaments, and if there is an avanue for a fight of honor to like first blood with in the tournaments? if you understand where i am going with this, and have an other idea, privet message me maybe? ]/ooc[
, and Ark I'd be happy to change my font, btw great avatar, love Trigun.
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