looking for a fight

[nevish darkwind]

a young looking human man dressed in expensive looking scale and hefting an enormous, vile looking greatsword walks into the room. everyone stares at the opulance and richness of the man who can be no younger than 25 years of age.
he jumps onto the nearest table and speaks in a very commanding voice:

"i am the lord nevish darkwind of the realm of shadow.
i am seeking the most powerful champions of the lands to face me in one-on-one deadly combat. the winner shall recieve all material and real properties of his foe. to give an example of my wealth my sword alone was recently valued at over 10,000,000
gold coins just for it's magic. if you think you are up to the challenge i shall wait here for you."

he post the same message in writting on the baord an then returns to his table to take a seat and wait.

 

[Dark_Edena]

((A youthful human lad with a lot of magic and a serious attitude problem looks at this post and chuckles. He then writes: ))

Ask, and ye shall receive.
Thy challenge is accepted.
I am Dark Edena, and I accept your challenge.

((He then posts the note directly below Nevish's note.))

 

[nevish darkwind]

the next note reads:

"edena,
i will accept reply, meet me on the rifting fields on the plane of shadow in three days time and we shall talk again. you should also bring a second, if you have one, so that he may fight in your stead if you are unable. i look forward to meeting and fighting you"

 

[nevish darkwind]

"if the value of your property is valued at less than 25,000,000 gp will shall have to discuss different rewards for the fight, but we still can fight. property includes any land holdings, tax rights and titles you may have so take those into account as well."

 

[Dark_Edena]

((Dark Edena reads these, and replies: ))

So be it.
I will meet you there.

((He tacks this note on the board))

 

[mickydmm]

"Tarra" who is sitting nearby listening to the boasting "megla...
maniac's" put's down her luke warm ale, she stand's up adjusting
the leather bustler covering her large chest and as the one called
"dark edena" walk's away from the other "boar"who remain's sitting gloatting, she move's through the room toward's the sitting man...( this could be long so please stay with me)

The man who'se name tarra can't remember look's up at her
his head go'ing backward's to see the face of the large, tall..sevenfoot muscled woman standing over him,
"EH what..do you wench dare to take up my challange?"the one called "nevish darkwind"say's as he raise's up to stand facing tarra"s chest...( he is smaller?)
"Tarra" say's nothing but take's a step backward's....

"Nevish", grin"s believing that he has frightend the woman off,
"tarra's" head flie's forward and down crashing into and almost through "nevish darkwind's" small head, she then lift's her right foot and pump's it forward into "nevish's" groin..."AAAGGHHH"
CRIE'S "NEVISH" as "tarra's"hand strike's out to punch him in the throat choking him, "nevish darkwind" fall's to the dirty floor, curled up in a pain ridden ball. "Tarra"spit's on the curled body and then lash'es out with her left foot to kick "nevish"s head,
ending the crie's of pain and agony ( as well as the boasting) of
"NEVISH DARKWIND".....( I hope that this post stay's in, maybe i went to far?)

 

[Kheldar Devaentar]

Kheldar sips at his chilled wine as he observes the sudden calamity in the Emporium. Did no one read the posted rules against fighting now-a-days?

With a quick flick of his wrist he produces a light crossbow and fires a dripping bolt straight into Tarra's back! Tarra feels an intense sting, and then nothing at all as the world around her becomes all blurry and the ground rushes towards her face. The nearby furniture rattles as the large, muscled woman collapses hard against the wooden floor.

Kheldar hops out of his seat, walks over to Nevish Darkwind and offers to help the young man up.

"You have to be careful with what women you attract!"

Kheldar looks down to Tarra's unconscious body.

"The bolt I hit her with was coated in the same poison the Drow coat their weapon's with. Very potent stuff. . . She ought to be out for at least an hour. . . can I interest you in a vial?"

Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[malik21]

Valgar,a human, had been sitting at a table watching the whole time.((Here's the pic:

http://animeshack.com/gallery/animegallery1/langrisser/DHIHALUT.html ))

To Kheldar he says"I could use a few of those vials myself.How much?"

 

[Kheldar Devaentar]

Kheldar stands up and smiles at his prospective buyer, looking the man up and down.

"Hmm, I must admit, I don't picture you as the type to coat his weapon in poisons. . . But I suppose that kind of thinking leads to all sorts of terrible clichés!"

Kheldar takes out a black vial with a silver spider design on it and holds it out for Valgar to see.

"It's 100 gold pieces a vial, unfortunately, a vial's only good for one coating. . . But you can't ask for much more in a poison than instant unconsciousness. It's a lot more versatile than say. . . a lethal poison."

Kheldar nods to himself.

"My name's Kheldar Devaentar, thief and spy at your service! And who have I the pleasure of meeting?"

Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[malik21]

"I am Valgar Lav.It is a pleasure to meet you.I would like several of the vials" he drops a sack of gold on the table.

 

[nevish darkwind]

*as the one called tara thinks about attacking darkwind, she is overcome with a feeling of the grave danger awaiting those who even touch him without his permission (the results are very painful if not fatal). he continues to sit in his seat ignoring the exceedingly large woman and drinking his ale. if she does indeed attack she is pummled with a force so stong as to knock her flat on her back and almost unconcious. the man then stand over her and points a prismatic, glowing hand at her face. he releases the contained blast of energy and watches as it erupts in a colorful burst. tara feels every type of pain all at once as her body wriths on the floor. the she vanishes. when she awakens she is on a small plane surrounded by millions of other tormented souls. a telepathic message enters her mind.*

" you have chosen to face me, dispite my many warnings. now your soul is traped for eternity on my own private prison demi-plane. i hope you enjoyed yourself."

*the man returns to his seat and continues to drink and await the next fool to challenge him.*

 

[Kheldar Devaentar]

A Venom Vendor?

((Nevish Darkwind, please check your private messages and get back to me on what I sent you))

Kheldar smiles at Valgar Lav, then looks down at the sack of gold.

"Well met Valgar," as always, Kheldar repeated the name to make sure he remembered it. "Let see how many vials this can buy."

Kheldar pokes his hand inside his cloak and pulls out a strange looking platform contraption. Gears and gizmos stuck out of it in all different angles, clearly labeling it as a Gnomish Invention. Kheldar picked up the sack of gold and placed it atop the platform, causing the top half of it to sink. As it did, gears turned and a number appeared on the lower half of the platform.

44

"44 pounds. I'll be generous and include the weight of the bag as part of the measurement. . . it takes 50 gold pieces to make a pound, so that's. . . 2,200 gold pieces! . . Alright, That'll buy 13 of these. . ."

Kheldar sets down 13 black vials with silver spider designs on them.

". . . and 1 one of this!"

Kheldar sets down a dark blue vial with a red icon of a misshapen spider on it. The spider has 8 legs, a bizarre, long head sprouting out of it's body, and a curled, pointy stinger.

"Bebilith Venom, takes about 10 seconds for it to work. It's hard to hide in food because there's a scent to it, so you're better off to coat it on a weapon.

Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[malik21]

"Thanks!"Valgar takes the viles and gives Kheldar a few extra coins.He then goes to an empty table and takes out some arrows and begins to coat them.The heads of the arrows are extremely Large and it seems something is in it.Possibly they explode.

 

[Kheldar Devaentar]

"You're welcome!"

Kheldar accepts the extra coins and tosses them into the sack of gold he had just received. . . Then as an after thought, Kheldar opens his new sack of gold and makes sure that it is in fact gold inside of there!

After the inspection he looks down to the ground where Tarra used to be, she was no longer there! ((That is of course, unless Tarra objects to Nevish's actions, which is perfectly alright.))

Kheldar blinks.

"Where did she go?"

Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[malik21]

Valgar takes out an arrow he hasn't already coated and shoots it right by Kheldar's face.It collides with a nearby chair and explodes!All that is left of the chair is ash and smoke.

 

[Kheldar Devaentar]

Kheldar stares at the incinerated chair for a moment. It seemed like an awful waste of resources to him.

He turns to acknowledge Valgar. Had the man just threatened him with that gesture? Or was it bragging? . . Kheldar didn't know. . .He would assume one for the moment, and keep the other in mind.

"The chair never stood a chance!"

Kheldar grins at the marksman.

"Just don't go pumping my poisons into a brick wall! . . . . . Any way, why does a fellow need exploding arrows and variety of poisons? Or is that, that man's own buisness?"

Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[malik21]

"What chair?"Valgar asks.If Kheldar looks back at the chair it is still there and in perfect condition

 

[mickydmm]

The crowd in the room were silent following the "disturbence" and the display of "marksmen ship", to get the crowd back to "live and buying drink the owner of the inn ushered one of the "MORE COMELY"of the serving wench's on to the floor to dance...

 

[malik21]

In response to Kheldar's question "Just in case"

 

[eblis]

The crowd in the room were silent following the "disturbence" and the display of "marksmen ship", to get the crowd back to "live and buying drink the owner of the inn ushered one of the "MORE COMELY"of the serving wench's on to the floor to dance...

A woman smirks as the bliss of the dreaming shows on the person's (micky's character(s)'s) face. She shakes her head, and turns back to observing the outdoor, walled marketplace with its vendor stalls and cobbled areas. There is no innkeeper to a place such as this, although some of the vendors sell liquors from across the multiverse... but their custom was more frightened away by the foolish displays of weaponry... no drink is worth the price of idiots firing seemingly random arrows at the furnishings or each other. Not when there's another marketplace in Juxtacity itself, through the south gates.
Besides. No one would be silly enough to get involved, lest the law of the place appear and dump hefty fines on all. Of throw them off the plane entirely into whatever world comes to mind, so the stories go...