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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dichotomy" data-source="post: 3104409" data-attributes="member: 12941">Unlike fancier places like Lazare's and the Emporium, the Feral Dog charges no cover to get in.  Unlike the Spinning Giant, it isn't teaming with Garrison men.  Naturally, it means the Feral Dog is the place of choice for the common laborers, which, in Diamond Lake, means the lowest of the low.  While the place is filthy, it still serves ale decent enough for the common man.  And if you are into betting on dogs in a pit fight, or getting into a brawl of your own, there's likely no better place to be.  While there is a fair share of hoodlums in the place, it is also the hangout of choice for honest folk that enjoy thrill and excitement.One could easily say that it is a great place for things to happen...[sblock=MNW]With a grin, Tirra hands 3 silver to one of the staff designated to hold the bets.  After you hand him yours, the elf-maid confidently steps up to the line and grabs the house-provided dagger."As you wish," she says jauntily.  She tosses the dagger at the target, somewhat whimsically, and strikes it with relative ease.  The elf whistles as she walks up, grabs the dagger, and passes it to you with a smirk.Boldak takes place at the line, and feeling completely in "the zone" lets the dagger fly.  With a satisfying thud, it sticks in the center of the target.  Too bad Boldak knows that even getting the center on the first try won't save him from elimination if he misses it when it counts.  All the same, Boldak knows that he has the attention of most of the bar now.[sblock=OOC][size=-2]Tirra: I'm certainly not telling you her mod or what she rolled.Boldak: 20! + 3 - 4 (range) = irrelevant b/c you rolled a 20[/size][/sblock][/sblock][sblock=Wes]Tyrol bids you well as you leave.  Unfortunately, when you arrive at the Feral Dog, you see an elf that simply must be this Tirra already engaged in the contest.  You see her off-handedly fling a dagger at the target and score a hit.  After her, a relatively young dwarf steps up to the line.  He flings the dagger, and it sinks right in the center of the target.  You instantly feel all the eyes in the place snap toward the game.[/sblock][sblock=Shea & Roach]As you enter the Feral Dog, you see an Elven woman playing in the dagger tossing contest.  She flings the dagger and strikes the target.  After her, a relatively young looking dwarf steps up to the line.  He flings the dagger, and it sinks right in the very center of the target.  You instantly feel all the eyes in the place snap toward the game, and a sudden hush comes over the place.[/sblock]"Well," the elven woman says as the dwarf hands her back the dagger.  If she intended to say more, the words were lost.  Instead she moves to the line and stares focused at the target.  Clearly the dwarf's bullseye got her goat.The elven-maid throws the dagger, and she barely gets it inside the center ring.  "Good enough for round two," someone in the watching crowd mutters.The dwarf returns to the line.  Perhaps he was overconfident due to the previous throw.  But regardless of the reason, this time his throw is off.  In fact, not only does he not hit the inner ring, he even misses the target completely.The crowd bursts into noise.  Some people laugh, some boo, some let out disappointed moans.[sblock=OOC (for all)]We are all here now.  No need for spoiler blocks except if you want only certain folk to see it and for OOC stuff.[size=-2]Tirra: still not telling you what she rolled or her modBoldak: 8 + 3 - 4 (range) = 7; not good enough to hit the target[/size][/sblock]</blockquote>

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