(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Bront]

Vanitri asks the Half-Elven girl "So, do you know the nature beyond just a suspicion of some strange deaths? I have been known to dance around an opponent or two, but selling myself... I have trouble putting a price in my freedom without knowing more"

"How would we be equiped? Would we bring our own stuff or are weapons and other things given at the combat? What about when we are not fighting, what would our rights be?"

[OOC I can take or leave the job. I understand that I might be good for some balance, but I don't want to have to be the other heavy combat guy. Though, if I end up making a level in the adventure that might alieviate things a bit. I do have some skills to help entertain a crowd in a fight however.]

 

[ajanders]

The Red Dragon Inn is solidly built.
Each flagstone of the inn is thick, smooth, true, and carefully mortared into place by skilled craftsmen. Or craftswomen, what with the new policies in the Stonecutter's Guild.
Nevertheless, the flagstone shifts. Not much, but enough.
The chair sitting on the flagstone shifts, tilting Michael forward. Not much, but enough.
Michael slides off the chair with a crash. Not much, but...well, actually quite a bit.
The flagstones of the Inn floor echo more loudly than they perhaps ought, until the clatter of falling armor sounds like a potbellied stove being flung bodily off a high cliff onto sharp pointy rocks inspired with a mission to communicate divine vexation.
It's odd how divinities use simile so effectively.
After a moment, Michael pokes his head up over the tabletop.
"I'm awake! Jus' foolin!"
He looks over at the group of adventurers with eyes that might not be precisely clear, but are definitely focussed.
"Wha'd I miss?"
Indeed, Michael seems more sober. Not much, but enough.

 

[Bront]

"Apparently this lady here wants some of us to sell ourselves in order to help discover a problem in the gladiator pits."

 

[Patlin]

"Your rather calamatous awakening is surely a sign that your god bids you joins us." Ironwolf suggests.

 

[ajanders]

"Apparently this lady here wants some of us to sell ourselves in order to help discover a problem in the gladiator pits."

Michael's eyes cross in puzzlement, not drunkenness.
"Would she be offended if we just lent ourselves for a few days?"
He hiccups, then clatters to his feet.
"I'm not exactly mine to sell. But I can work to solve a problem, certainly."

 

[Patlin]

"Would she be offended if we just lent ourselves for a few days?"

"About that... I have a plan. As tempting as it would be to take the advance money and get better equipment, I believe instead I will put it into the care of a factor from one of the more powerfull banking houses. If, after one month, I am still in captivity the factor will have instructions to purchase my freedom. I'll also leave a written copy of the contract under seal with the factor. Minimizes the risk... unless of course we die in the ring."

At the suggestion of possible death, Ironwolf smiles. "Death, of course, is always the accepted risk of adventure."

 

[two]

"I'm not certain what Petra has in mind either, exactly. Perhaps you can be a little more clear, Petra: --

??

Are we going 'undercover' as it were, into the gladiator pits, allowing us to speak to other gladiators with impunity, listen to the gossip, and perhaps (perhaps?) learn a little something of a plot...?

How many 'fights' do you expect we will have in, say, a week or two's time?

Is 'magic' allows in the arena? What are the rules, exactly?

I suppose I should know what I'm getting into before signing on the dotted line...

[Sunny speaks seriously now, his excitement having worn off somewhat. He's still excited, mind you -- just a bit cautious]

 

[two]

"About that... I have a plan. As tempting as it would be to take the advance money and get better equipment, I believe instead I will put it into the care of a factor from one of the more powerfull banking houses. If, after one month, I am still in captivity the factor will have instructions to purchase my freedom. I'll also leave a written copy of the contract under seal with the factor. Minimizes the risk... unless of course we die in the ring."

At the suggestion of possible death, Ironwolf smiles. "Death, of course, is always the accepted risk of adventure."

"Excellent plan. However, if I'm dead, I'm not going to care much about the gold sitting in a bank somewhere...

Besides...maybe spending that money up front is what will SAVE your life in the arena?

It's a very, very tricky business...that's for sure..."

 

[Patlin]

"...maybe spending that money up front is what will SAVE your life in the arena?"

"Perhaps, but I'd rather risk my life than my freedom. Better armor will likely be easier to obtain for an arena slave than a thousand gold."

 

[Bront]

"Perhaps, but I'd rather risk my life than my freedom. Better armor will likely be easier to obtain for an arena slave than a thousand gold."

"Tis why I asked what equipment we need. Surely we're all young and don't hav access to the best gear that might save our lives."