Saturday, 11th April, 2009, 03:34 AM #61
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
- Join Date
- Apr 2004
- Denver, Colorado, United States
ř Ignore weldon
Finnian withers beneath Mr. Pinch's gaze and beads of sweat form on his brow. This country boy's first visit to the big city isn't going quite the way he imagined.
Mr. Pinch, sir. I didn't mean no disrespect here. I, uh, ...
The sentence just fades off, unfinished.
Finnian wants to say more, but bites his tongue and inclines his head to the master of Turtledome and lowers his eyes to the floor, hoping against hope that someone else will break the silence.
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Mr. Pinch produces a lopsided smile.
"Apology accepted, Mr. Finnian. And I of all people am first to admit that bravado and audacity make for interesting warriors in a bout."
"How about this? Instead of my making payment to your party for the 'privilege' of having you fight in my arena, we make a little wager of sorts."
"Ah, ah. Before you object, I am asking for nothing from you should you lose this wager."
"The wager is this: Should your party manage to survive three rounds in the battle with the Legion of Bone and achieve a green rating on the Approvalometer, I will pause the match and offer a magical trinket to each member as a salute to their martial, arcane, or divine (as you will) virtue."
"The crowd loves these sort of gestures. The noble recognition of a worthy foe, and so forth."
"You may keep the items, whether or not you win the match. (And you shall receive them after the match.)"
OOC: Skill Challenge Progress -- Success 3, Failures 1.
Chance of payment just for participation is no longer possible.
Myrmidon (Lvl 10)
- Join Date
- May 2007
- in the depths of the Earth!
ř Ignore fireinthedust
Emral takes a long, long, looooooooong pull at the Earl Grey in his cup, listening to the negotiations going on. His respect for Drivan increases throughout the contest of words, but soon the time comes for his own points.
Excellent tea. Emral smacks his lips and takes a deep breath in through his nose, looking out over the arena. My thanks, Mr. Pinch. I do mean that, as I'm sure any telepath you have in your service can likely tell you.
I also must have you know that no one in this party means you any kind of disrespect in these negotiations. We are honored to fight in the TURTLEDOME! against your prize fighters, and look forward to the glory that comes with participating in these matches.
Our concerns are that we as adventurers have certain... expectations from battles such as this, that often include surprise gratuities: hidden treasure, or the goods left behind by foes such as weapons and armor that can be resold to fund our operations. Normal adventures for a patron come with the expectation of rewards beyond the initial paycheck, and in a very real way this is how we can afford to go on as mercenaries or scholars. As such, and again meaning no offense, the request of 600 gold for a group such as this is a somewhat conservative figure, as minor magical items we might come across could easily cost upwards of 700 gold each. Not mentioning what several of them spread among the group of us would total. In the interests of respecting your establishment and your generous offer of an opportunity for us, of course.
Emral spares a glance to the rest of the group, then takes another long pull from the tea cup. Mmm, again, excellent. Would your maidservant be around still? I fear I'm just about done this glass. How did you convince such a gem to enter into your service, by the way? I'm under the impression that Mariliths are fantastic warriors, of epic proportions when it comes to swordplay. Certainly enough to draw a crowd, if she stayed in her natural form curing a fight of course. If I had any idea they were as good at making tea as they are with their swordplay, I would have gone into Conjuration/Summoning instead of battlemagic! he chuckles.
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"When Vaunea wins, make Vaunea doll? Call Vaunea beater of skeleton? Want called 'Vaunea, Bone Cruncher'. And looks like this! And Vaunea want one!"
Vaunea puts on her most intimidating face, to show Mr. Pinch just how the doll should look.
"Essentially, you want more money. Correct?"
"Very well, 300 gold pieces for the winner, but you're putting me in a tight spot as far as recuperating my expenditures."
"We have a very slim margin of profit on these matches, offering them primarily as a public service, sort of an ambassadorial extension between the 'civilized' and the 'monstrous'. An olive branch, if you will. Anything beyond our operating costs goes directly the maintenance of orphans and widows of our kith and kin slain by adventurers. In essence, you're stealing from the mouths of starving babes, but if you can rest with that on your conscience..."
And seems a little sad.
As if there's just a little less light in the world. A little less goodness and decency.
But, hey, you got the gold.
OOC: Skill Checks
OOC: Skill Challenge Progress -- Success: 4 (of 8), Failure: 1 (of 4)
And hopefully the players have died a little on the inside realizing that babies will be drowned in the ocean by mothers that cannot feed them as a result of the increased prize money.
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*M-wah!* Mr. Pinch kisses his fingertips and casts the kiss into the firmament.
"That is precisely what we want in TURTLEDOME! Oh, ho, ho!"
"Done! Ms. Vaunea, if you win, I promise you a doll in your image."
He gets misty-eyed. His throat tightens. "I can see children everywhere--little humans, elves, and dwarves--clutching a 'Vaunea, Bone Crusher' to their frail bosoms each night after saying prayers to their homogenous, anthropocentric gods and dreaming sweet dreams in its plush, down-filled embrace. It's marketing genius!"
"I need a moment."
He places his fist to his lips and closes his eyes.
He opens his eyes, fans himself, and catches his breath.
"Ms. Vaunea, you are a monster, you know. After this match, you could leave behind these human...oids and join our little franchise."
OOC: Skill Challenge Progress -- Success: 5 (of 8), Failure: 1 (of 4)
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"Monster? Can monsters do this?" Vaunea adds with a loud gruff.
Vaunea begins taking off her scale mail and placing it on the floor beside her. She then starts a sit-up/push-up routing to amazing Mr. Pinch.
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