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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3056361" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Holiday in the Sun - Part 2: Fun for Everyone</strong></p><p></p><p>“As ye all know, th' Great Raid did Freeport proud,” said Baldric. “An' nay shipmate did more than One-eyed Jack. Lashed t' th' mast o' Cap’n Drac’s flagship durin' a storm, he fought off o'er a dozen fishmen o' th' deep wi' only a belayin' pin. Truly a salt t' be reckoned wi'. Now, be ye ready fer One-eyed Jack’s Stand?”</p><p></p><p>The crowd once again roared its approval. Captain Baldric made his way to the scene of the first event and he motioned to Vlad to follow him. A short distance away was a circle of packed earth with a large stone obelisk at its center. A rope dangled from the top of the obelisk.</p><p></p><p>“An' me good matey Vlad will go first. Let’s give th' lad a hand!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad blinked and looked around in surprise. “Wait…what?”</p><p></p><p>“Th' rules o' th' game be simple,” Baldric continued. “Contestants take th' role o' One-eyed Jack. Ye be tethered t' th' pole wi' th' rope an' get a club. A dozen jacks play th' fishmen an' they be armed wi' harpoons. Th' fishmen attack One-eyed Jack until they be all defeated or Jack be unconscious.”</p><p></p><p>“Real harpoons?” asked Dril, watching the crowd.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė shook her heard. “The club’s padded. The harpoons are just padded staves.” She rubbed her forehead. “Osalian help us, I didn’t think it was possible, but Swagfest is even more ridiculous than the Saturnalia in Sweet Savona.”</p><p></p><p>“Th' contestant that defeats th' most fishmen wins,” shouted Baldric to the crowd. “Anyone that defeats all twelve fishmen wins automatically. Anyone that takes off th' tether automatically loses. Be ye ready Vlad?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad was still in his full plate armor, the armor that had once belonged to a Nierite. It was painted over black, but the red shown through in places where a blow had connected. The overall effect was that Vlad’s armor appeared to suffer from a series of jagged wounds.</p><p></p><p>Vlad dutifully tied the tether about his ankle. After hoisting a padded club and his wooden shield, he nodded at Baldric. “I’m ready.”</p><p></p><p>“Begin!” shouted Baldric.</p><p></p><p>They all came at him at once. Vlad whirled and cleared a path as several staves crashed down from above, from below, from all sides. </p><p></p><p>WHAM! He connected with an upward swing. Teeth and spittle shot into the air and a sailor was out cold.</p><p></p><p>The crowd cheered. “That’s one!” shouted Baldric.</p><p></p><p>Vlad shoved one of the sailors off of him with his shield, but another immediately filled the hole. The big Milandisian lurched forward and struck another sailor along the side of his head. The man stumbled backwards into the dirt.</p><p></p><p>“That’s two!” shouted Baldric. The crowd hooted in response.</p><p></p><p>Vlad’s assailants stepped up their attacks. Blow after blow landed against his helmet, on his arms, on his back. Someone was even trying to stub his toe. He grit his teeth and tried to focus—the hammering he was taking made a terrific din on his helmet. It was all he could do to lift his arm up to swing.</p><p></p><p>Think! He had to fight smarter, there was no way he could win through brute force alone.</p><p></p><p>Vlad lowered his a bit to give a sailor to his left an opening. The man couldn’t resist and lunged into the space with his stave. Capturing the staff with his arm, Vlad pulled it down and then slammed upwards with his shield. It connected with a CRACK into the man’s jaw.</p><p></p><p>Somewhere amidst all the shouting came, “Three!” Betting abounded as men, women, and children waged for or against Vlad.</p><p></p><p>Vlad thrust his leg in between the legs of another sailor and twisted. The man stumbled. Vlad smacked him with the club and he went down.</p><p></p><p>“Four!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad’s back was to the pylon, but it didn’t provide much protection. A staff slammed him from over his shoulder. He resisted the urge to turn and face his assailant. It was a lucky shot.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, there was a great weight on his shield. The men were dragging it away from him! Vlad snarled and dug his heels in for a moment as two of the sailors put their backs into it.</p><p></p><p>Then Vlad let it go. The sailors tripped over themselves, giving him an opening. He kicked one in the side. The man was dragged out of the fracas.</p><p></p><p>“Five!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad pressed the advantage on his fallen assailants and struck down hard. He connected with something soft and was rewarded with an “oof!”</p><p></p><p>“Six!” </p><p></p><p>Sweat poured out of Vlad’s armor as he swung clumsily around him. The normally pleasant climate had become stifling hot in a relentless combat with no opportunity for rest or retreat. He took a clumsy step backwards, only to realize his gambit had left his back unprotected by the pylon.</p><p></p><p>Then something cracked against the side of his helmet, and Vlad didn’t worry much about pylons, sailors, or One-Eyed Jack.</p><p></p><p>As he slid into unconsciousness, Vlad wondered what he might have earned if he won the contest.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3056361, member: 3285"] [b]Holiday in the Sun - Part 2: Fun for Everyone[/b] “As ye all know, th' Great Raid did Freeport proud,” said Baldric. “An' nay shipmate did more than One-eyed Jack. Lashed t' th' mast o' Cap’n Drac’s flagship durin' a storm, he fought off o'er a dozen fishmen o' th' deep wi' only a belayin' pin. Truly a salt t' be reckoned wi'. Now, be ye ready fer One-eyed Jack’s Stand?” The crowd once again roared its approval. Captain Baldric made his way to the scene of the first event and he motioned to Vlad to follow him. A short distance away was a circle of packed earth with a large stone obelisk at its center. A rope dangled from the top of the obelisk. “An' me good matey Vlad will go first. Let’s give th' lad a hand!” Vlad blinked and looked around in surprise. “Wait…what?” “Th' rules o' th' game be simple,” Baldric continued. “Contestants take th' role o' One-eyed Jack. Ye be tethered t' th' pole wi' th' rope an' get a club. A dozen jacks play th' fishmen an' they be armed wi' harpoons. Th' fishmen attack One-eyed Jack until they be all defeated or Jack be unconscious.” “Real harpoons?” asked Dril, watching the crowd. Ilmarė shook her heard. “The club’s padded. The harpoons are just padded staves.” She rubbed her forehead. “Osalian help us, I didn’t think it was possible, but Swagfest is even more ridiculous than the Saturnalia in Sweet Savona.” “Th' contestant that defeats th' most fishmen wins,” shouted Baldric to the crowd. “Anyone that defeats all twelve fishmen wins automatically. Anyone that takes off th' tether automatically loses. Be ye ready Vlad?” Vlad was still in his full plate armor, the armor that had once belonged to a Nierite. It was painted over black, but the red shown through in places where a blow had connected. The overall effect was that Vlad’s armor appeared to suffer from a series of jagged wounds. Vlad dutifully tied the tether about his ankle. After hoisting a padded club and his wooden shield, he nodded at Baldric. “I’m ready.” “Begin!” shouted Baldric. They all came at him at once. Vlad whirled and cleared a path as several staves crashed down from above, from below, from all sides. WHAM! He connected with an upward swing. Teeth and spittle shot into the air and a sailor was out cold. The crowd cheered. “That’s one!” shouted Baldric. Vlad shoved one of the sailors off of him with his shield, but another immediately filled the hole. The big Milandisian lurched forward and struck another sailor along the side of his head. The man stumbled backwards into the dirt. “That’s two!” shouted Baldric. The crowd hooted in response. Vlad’s assailants stepped up their attacks. Blow after blow landed against his helmet, on his arms, on his back. Someone was even trying to stub his toe. He grit his teeth and tried to focus—the hammering he was taking made a terrific din on his helmet. It was all he could do to lift his arm up to swing. Think! He had to fight smarter, there was no way he could win through brute force alone. Vlad lowered his a bit to give a sailor to his left an opening. The man couldn’t resist and lunged into the space with his stave. Capturing the staff with his arm, Vlad pulled it down and then slammed upwards with his shield. It connected with a CRACK into the man’s jaw. Somewhere amidst all the shouting came, “Three!” Betting abounded as men, women, and children waged for or against Vlad. Vlad thrust his leg in between the legs of another sailor and twisted. The man stumbled. Vlad smacked him with the club and he went down. “Four!” Vlad’s back was to the pylon, but it didn’t provide much protection. A staff slammed him from over his shoulder. He resisted the urge to turn and face his assailant. It was a lucky shot. Suddenly, there was a great weight on his shield. The men were dragging it away from him! Vlad snarled and dug his heels in for a moment as two of the sailors put their backs into it. Then Vlad let it go. The sailors tripped over themselves, giving him an opening. He kicked one in the side. The man was dragged out of the fracas. “Five!” Vlad pressed the advantage on his fallen assailants and struck down hard. He connected with something soft and was rewarded with an “oof!” “Six!” Sweat poured out of Vlad’s armor as he swung clumsily around him. The normally pleasant climate had become stifling hot in a relentless combat with no opportunity for rest or retreat. He took a clumsy step backwards, only to realize his gambit had left his back unprotected by the pylon. Then something cracked against the side of his helmet, and Vlad didn’t worry much about pylons, sailors, or One-Eyed Jack. As he slid into unconsciousness, Vlad wondered what he might have earned if he won the contest. [/QUOTE]
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