"How is you joining the fight and therefore being up there with everyone looking at you inconspicuous?" Talashia wants to know, giving her brother a withering look. "Maybe I should dance on the tables while you're at it?"
She gives the white plume a quick glance from the corner of her eyes.
"No, I think if we sit here and keep an eye on him as we pretend to watch the fights, we'll be fine."
Then an idea comes to her that makes her frown.
"Of course...I wonder where that leaves the others. If they do come up from below, that may well cause problems..."
"Of course...I wonder where that leaves the others. If they do come up from below, that may well cause problems..."
OOC: Yes, yes it may...
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Rogash and Uulark wander about the darkening streets and do finally manage to find a shoppe that looks like it might carry what they need, though in this area of town one wonders if the weapons will be for sale or simply used against them. Still, the door creaks loudly on the hinges, and taps a small bell hanging from a line attached to the ceiling. A small, withered old man steps out from a back room. "Can I help you?" he asks with a raspy voice.
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The slaughter in the cage continues as the others plan their next move. The raucous gets even louder with each of the ham-sized fists that connect with the smaller man. As it is becoming evident that their bets went on the right man, one is forced to wonder just how much more the other can take. The barmaid winces with every roar, and the man in the white plumed hat merely sits in his corner with apparent disinterest.
Talashia
Any ordinary man taking going up against this monster wouldn't have lasted past the first blow, and this mouse makes Uulark look almost ordinary.
The dwarf glances about at the good in the shop and addresses the shopkeeper. "My good man, perhaps you can help us. My companion is in the market for a bow." He considers the possibility that there might be other items of use in their fight with the Chaos Beast here. "Perhaps a long spear or some alchemist's fire as well..."
"Actually, my good man, I'm looking specifically for something more simple to use than a bow, perhaps you have a light crossbow and some ammunition for it as well?"
Talashia's expression darkens as she witnesses the acts in the cage, and in the audience.
"No wonder the mayor was so concerned when he heard we were poking around under the city," she murmurs. Her knuckles whiten as she grips the table's edge more tightly. Even so, there are no flickers of lightning. Whatever ritual she'd done with the mephit seemed to have drained some of her power in that regard.
The storm sorceress looks at Caerwyn, increasingly outraged and alarmed.
"You don't think they're going to let this go on until he's -dead- do you?"
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Caerwyn closes his eyes as he watches the slaughter unfold before him, a single bead of sweat forms on his brow, though to the touch he is turning cold. . .
The man's glasses threaten to slide off the end of the man's considerable snout as he gives Uulark a thorough once-over. "Yes, yes... of course you'll be needing something with distance." He turns quickly into a back room and reappears a moment later with the items in question, setting them gently on the counter top. "Ain't nothin' special about this one. It's a bit used, but it'll get the job done as good as anything new as long as your aim is good." He slides it across the counter to Uulark for inspection. "Thirty gold for that one, unless you're wantin' something a bit nicer," he says with a raised eyebrow.
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The fight in the cage continues as the group ponders over the smaller man's fate. Again the over-sized launches him into the far wall of the cage, where he promptly scuttles into the corner and turns his back in defense. The large man takes the opportunity to play to the crowd, and turns to face them with his hands in the air. The audience answers with cheers and pleas of violence.
Talashia
You're not convinced he's out of it yet, as he's doing something with his hands in the corner. You can't see what his fingers are doing, but something about the way he's moving his arms is familiar.
"I got 'im now," the brute says, and turns to finally finish the job. As he reaches down to lift the other from the hey-strewn floor, the small man makes a quick, almost imperceptible* sign in the air before landing a solid right hook to the beast's chin.
The crowd erupts as the large man stumbles backward into the cage, and then falls face first into a wet mound of hey. The audience counts in unison, as the skinny man jumps up and down with his hands raised in victory.
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Talashia
He's spellcasting! After seeing the symbol he traced in the air, you're allowed a spellcraft check, which you passed. He cast Bull's Strength
The man's glasses threaten to slide off the end of the man's considerable snout as he gives Uulark a thorough once-over. "Yes, yes... of course you'll be needing something with distance." He turns quickly into a back room and reappears a moment later with the items in question, setting them gently on the counter top. "Ain't nothin' special about this one. It's a bit used, but it'll get the job done as good as anything new as long as your aim is good." He slides it across the counter to Uulark for inspection. "Thirty gold for that one, unless you're wantin' something a bit nicer," he says with a raised eyebrow.
Uulark says, "It does look a bit worse for wear, doesn't it. I tell you what, I'll give you 17 gold and a thunderstone, and you throw in a quiver and 20 bolts. And if you have any need for some priestly magic, I'll throw in a lesser power spell, as well. Will that be good for you?"
IG, OOC
I guess you know that Scotley is out of pocket until the middle next week, don't you? Anyway, what I'm thinking is that as soon as this business is concluded, Uulark and Rogash will high-tail it back to join the others.
Talashia's mouth falls open for a moment, then she breaks into a curious grin.
"Well that little... I wonder if he's working for the house. I imagine a very few people just got very rich betting for him when everyone else was betting against."
Uulark says, "It does look a bit worse for wear, doesn't it. I tell you what, I'll give you 17 gold and a thunderstone, and you throw in a quiver and 20 bolts. And if you have any need for some priestly magic, I'll throw in a lesser power spell, as well. Will that be good for you?"
IG, OOC
I guess you know that Scotley is out of pocket until the middle next week, don't you? Anyway, what I'm thinking is that as soon as this business is concluded, Uulark and Rogash will high-tail it back to join the others.
OOC
Are you RPing Rogash until he gets back? I might have something in store for him as soon as I can work out the details; I haven't quite decided yet.
he gets fiesty enought to Kill 9th level pcs by 4 armed gargoyals
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OOC for IG and DeWar
Yes, indeed! But he wasn't even mad when he did that, so multiply that by about 1,000 and you can just imagine what he would do to me if I took over his precious Rogash without permission!
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