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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidenfine" data-source="post: 738026" data-attributes="member: 8927">and now back to our regularly scheduled Swagfest...By the time Selene'ya reached the docks, a number of contestants had already fallen in One Eyed Jack's Last Stand. As she headed toward the contest area, she asked a grizzled sailor if he knew what the number to beat was."Aye, lass. young Sven form the decks o' the Lady Wave beat down eight of Lydon's fishmen afore he fell. Never knew the boy had it in 'im."The attendants finished untying the limp body of the most recent contestant. As it was dragged off, they turned to the crowd."Who's next?" What was left of the crowd after the ale carts' arrival looked to their shoes."I'll go." The attendant blinked in surprise as three volunteers stepped forward in unison.Selene'ya looked to the other two. The tall one looked strong. He might do well. But the other volunteer was a gnome in robes. What is he thinking? She stepped back to allow one of them to go. Finally, it was decided that the gnome would go first.As the attendants tied him to the pole, Frederick began to have second thought. I'm just a sorcerer. I don't have the strength for this. But he wasn't going to give up now.As the first two "fishmen approached him, his heart pounded in his ears. He used what little movement room he had to dodge their blows as he smacked on in the head with his sap. Amazingly, the man collapsed to the ground.  Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all. Another fishman quickly to the fallen man's place. Frederick squirmed to one side but he wasn't fast enough to avoid the new man's blow. As stars filled his vision he swung wildly toward the men. His swing drew him to one side, avoiding one blow but putting him right in the path of another. A third man came forward. Not watching his step, the man fell over his downed comrade. The man screamed as his nose smashed into the ground, leaving a blood smear. Frederick swung his sap back around, clipping another man in the process, but not hitting with enough force to cause any harm. As one of the fishmen helped his bleeding comrade off the field, the other slammed his sap into Frederick's head. As his head rocked back into the pole, his hand reacted automatically. He landed a weak blow in the man's stomach. As one man returned and two new men approached, Frederick prepared for the rain of blows. As he threw up his arms, their staves flew at him from all directions. Finally, he had had enough. As consciousness left him, he heard an attendant yelling out his score."Two men down for our gnome friend. Who's next?"</blockquote>

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