House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen
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Brother Shatterstone
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Kilcif; Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif his blood boiling with anger and adrenaline doesn’t hear the hobgoblin’s plea of mercy for quite sometime, leading to the continued whimpering of Gubya as a slight hush fills the arena. Finally Kilcif hears the plea and with a loud barbaric scream of rage spikes the poor hobgoblin back into his chair sending splinters into the nearby crowd. Angered at the comments and at the cowardly act Kilcif mutters basically to himself but loudly enough to cover some distance, “Stupid hobgoblin, your no better than the slaves sold to the drow…” He eyes the rest of the goblinoid lot looking for any sort of threatening move or look, “Do any of the rest of you have anything to add?”
Kilcif his blood boiling with anger and adrenaline doesn’t hear the hobgoblin’s plea of mercy for quite sometime, leading to the continued whimpering of Gubya as a slight hush fills the arena. Finally Kilcif hears the plea and with a loud barbaric scream of rage spikes the poor hobgoblin back into his chair sending splinters into the nearby crowd. Angered at the comments and at the cowardly act Kilcif mutters basically to himself but loudly enough to cover some distance, “Stupid hobgoblin, your no better than the slaves sold to the drow…” He eyes the rest of the goblinoid lot looking for any sort of threatening move or look, “Do any of the rest of you have anything to add?”
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Brother Shatterstone
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif feeling annoyed at the cowards around him storms off. Anyone that’s paying attention, which just might be the whole arena, sees him heading off in the direction of Laral luxury box. Some unknown voice can be heard saying, “Oh no, looks like Kilcif is mad and looking for a job and some poor bastard to pounded his frustrations upon.”
Kilcif feeling annoyed at the cowards around him storms off. Anyone that’s paying attention, which just might be the whole arena, sees him heading off in the direction of Laral luxury box. Some unknown voice can be heard saying, “Oh no, looks like Kilcif is mad and looking for a job and some poor bastard to pounded his frustrations upon.”
Endur
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Lady Yyssiriryl beckons to her subordinate Tolokoph.
"Tolokoph, please tell Kilcif that we may have an opportunity for him to make some gold. He should come by Matron Millithor's rooms tomorrow evening if he is interested in being hired."
The old drow male with the eyepatch races off to intercept Kilcif and whispers in his ear the offer from Lady Yyssiriryl.
"Tolokoph, please tell Kilcif that we may have an opportunity for him to make some gold. He should come by Matron Millithor's rooms tomorrow evening if he is interested in being hired."
The old drow male with the eyepatch races off to intercept Kilcif and whispers in his ear the offer from Lady Yyssiriryl.
Endur
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As the Hobgoblin Glickya returns from the bar carrying a keg, he stumbles into the group of three shield dwarves.
Harsh words are exchanged in dwarven, goblinoid, and undercommon.
Almost immediately, Glickya and the youngest of the three shield dwarves enter the arena.
Django and the other shield dwarf are stamping their feet on the bench and yelling, "Tanis! Tanis!"
The goblinoids are yelling shouts of encouragement and curses.
The fifty Duergar in the audience aren't yelling encouragement, but they are watching the fight closely.
Tanis is wearing a chain shirt and is armed with a dwarven waraxe. Glickya is wearing studded leather armor and is armed with a scimitar in one hand and a dagger in the other.
They circle each other, sizing each other up.
The hobgoblin Gubya gets up out of his chair and charges into the arena.
The other shield dwarf (not Django) draws his hammer and is about to charge into the arena himself, when Tanis swings his axe and slays both Glickya and Gubya in a single powerful blow.
Django starts cheering and stomping his feet, "Tanis Goblin-Slayer! Tanis Goblin-Slayer!" The Duergar join in with the stomping of feet.
Harsh words are exchanged in dwarven, goblinoid, and undercommon.
Almost immediately, Glickya and the youngest of the three shield dwarves enter the arena.
Django and the other shield dwarf are stamping their feet on the bench and yelling, "Tanis! Tanis!"
The goblinoids are yelling shouts of encouragement and curses.
The fifty Duergar in the audience aren't yelling encouragement, but they are watching the fight closely.
Tanis is wearing a chain shirt and is armed with a dwarven waraxe. Glickya is wearing studded leather armor and is armed with a scimitar in one hand and a dagger in the other.
They circle each other, sizing each other up.
The hobgoblin Gubya gets up out of his chair and charges into the arena.
The other shield dwarf (not Django) draws his hammer and is about to charge into the arena himself, when Tanis swings his axe and slays both Glickya and Gubya in a single powerful blow.
Django starts cheering and stomping his feet, "Tanis Goblin-Slayer! Tanis Goblin-Slayer!" The Duergar join in with the stomping of feet.
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Brother Shatterstone
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif slows when he sees the approaching old Drow eyeing him while also trying to negotiate threw the rambunctious crowd. The Drow is familiar to Kilcif and he knows that he works for Lady Yyssiriryl, the trade representative of the ruling council of Menzoberanzan. Kilcif stands slightly aside allowing the older Drow a chance to come closer so the too can talk. Kilcif is about to suggest they move to someplace quieter when the crowd starts to erupt in applause making it hard to hear each other and pretty much impossible for anyone curious to listen in. Kilcif stares the Drow down waiting while the older elf organizes his thoughts before talking. Still annoyed with the cowards Kilcif lacks the patience needed and barks at the old man, “What!” The interruption of the older Drow’s thoughts does little to effect him, as he long ago grew accustomed to all sorts of people. “Kilcif, if your interested in an opportunity…” The old man pauses scanning the loud blood frenzied crowd for prying eyes and ears, but upon noticing none he continues, “for rewards, you should come by Matron Millithor's rooms tomorrow evening if interested." The old man quietly awaits some sort of reply knowing that his master will want or need an answer now, but Kilcif’s body language doesn’t hint one way or another as Kilcif drops his head lower to the old man. Finally, after a few seconds pass Kilcif grunts as if he’s finds the whole thing slightly irritating but manages to reply matter of factly, “Tell your lady boss that I’ll be there.” The older Drow feels like the answer was forced but assumes its just Kilcif trying to be civil. The bugbear stands, scanning the crowd and gazing upon the fight before turning back to the elder Drow his anger filling his voice again, “But that does little for me now and I wait for no one, or their jobs.” He quickly moves away in his original direction, Laral's luxury box, and doesn't give the messenger a chance to reply.
Kilcif slows when he sees the approaching old Drow eyeing him while also trying to negotiate threw the rambunctious crowd. The Drow is familiar to Kilcif and he knows that he works for Lady Yyssiriryl, the trade representative of the ruling council of Menzoberanzan. Kilcif stands slightly aside allowing the older Drow a chance to come closer so the too can talk. Kilcif is about to suggest they move to someplace quieter when the crowd starts to erupt in applause making it hard to hear each other and pretty much impossible for anyone curious to listen in. Kilcif stares the Drow down waiting while the older elf organizes his thoughts before talking. Still annoyed with the cowards Kilcif lacks the patience needed and barks at the old man, “What!” The interruption of the older Drow’s thoughts does little to effect him, as he long ago grew accustomed to all sorts of people. “Kilcif, if your interested in an opportunity…” The old man pauses scanning the loud blood frenzied crowd for prying eyes and ears, but upon noticing none he continues, “for rewards, you should come by Matron Millithor's rooms tomorrow evening if interested." The old man quietly awaits some sort of reply knowing that his master will want or need an answer now, but Kilcif’s body language doesn’t hint one way or another as Kilcif drops his head lower to the old man. Finally, after a few seconds pass Kilcif grunts as if he’s finds the whole thing slightly irritating but manages to reply matter of factly, “Tell your lady boss that I’ll be there.” The older Drow feels like the answer was forced but assumes its just Kilcif trying to be civil. The bugbear stands, scanning the crowd and gazing upon the fight before turning back to the elder Drow his anger filling his voice again, “But that does little for me now and I wait for no one, or their jobs.” He quickly moves away in his original direction, Laral's luxury box, and doesn't give the messenger a chance to reply.
Serpenteye
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Matron Mother Ki'Willis Millithor
Betraying nothing on the outside, the Matron Mother watches the arena with annoyance. A perfect oppertunity wasted, Dariel won't come back in time to challenge this one. The Dwarf will be more likely to accept a challenge while he's still in the pit.
Endur said:
Betraying nothing on the outside, the Matron Mother watches the arena with annoyance. A perfect oppertunity wasted, Dariel won't come back in time to challenge this one. The Dwarf will be more likely to accept a challenge while he's still in the pit.
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