Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[KenHood]

"If you are challenging me to a duel, then I gladly accept Tonk, assuming you do not wish for bloodshed, but rather a test of skill. If these terms are agreeable, then shall we step outside?" Blade replies with the eerie sense of calm he exudes.

"Is hit with fists. Okay? I stand still. You hit me much hard. Then, you stand still. I hit you much hard. Always is bloodshed. Especially when I play game with little sisters. But is much fun!"

"But I sympathize - this Daunton seems to have no standards."

"Is much true. Too sad. But once become socialists, it become much better."

 

[renau1g]

"Is hit with fists. Okay? I stand still. You hit me much hard. Then, you stand still. I hit you much hard. Always is bloodshed. Especially when I play game with little sisters. But is much fun!"

"Ah yes, there is usually some blood-letting involved, I meant that we weren't aiming for the others death. If this is how you choose the terms, then let's have some fun" Blade replies, cracking his knuckles although his musculature is much thinner than the half-orc, the deva appears unfazed.

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So, let's have a good clean fight, I just watch Rocky Balboa last night, it was great fun....
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[KenHood]

Tonk walks outside and stands with his hands behind his back.

"Okay! Here I am! I stand still. You hit."

 

[Lord Sessadore]

"Is much true. Too sad. But once become socialists, it become much better."

"I'm not sure that's what I meant," Tristan comments.

But, as Blade and Tonk step outside for their friendly duel, Tristan leaps up to follow and watch. "This should be interesting," he says under his breath, still grinning.

 

[renau1g]

"Maros, grant me your aid in this glorious battle!" Blade calls out as he focuses for a moment, then unleashes a devastating right hook at the half-orc.

Standing back, Blade also obliges Tonk by placing his hands behind his back. "And now for your turn..." the deva says.

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1d20=3, 1d20=17 To hit, hits AC 17, using Righteous Rage of Tempus to make it an auto-crit hits for a massive 8 damage
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[KenHood]

[sblock=Renau1q]Our character's aren't moving, so I figured we didn't need to-hit rolls.[/sblock]

"Ha-ha!" Blood sprays all over Blade when Tonk laughs. "Is good punch! Like my sister who is four from me. She is pretty. Look for husband. You want me to introduce?"

Tonk throws his punch.

[sblock=Action]Furious Assault (+1d4), Hunter's Quarry (+1d6), and Basic Attack (1d4+4). 2d4+1d6+4=12 12 damage[/sblock]

"Okay! Now friends! Here come big hug!"

And Tonk all but crushes Blade in a huge embrace.

 

[renau1g]

Blade's head snaps back at the wicked punch thrown by the half-orc, then the wind is knocked from his lungs as the big lug gives him a bear hug. Once Tonk lets go, Blade laughs as well, his hand rubbing his jaw.

"No, no, this is not the time for mating, your sister must keep looking. You fight well and you have the heart of a warrior. You appear to have bested me in fair combat, so I owe you at least a drink. Come let's go get cleaned up" Blade replies, as he puts his arm around Tonk and walks back inside, grabbing his seat and calling the wench over for another round.

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I just wanted to roll some bones , nice rolls, crazy you can do 18 damage without a weapon...
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[DMDanW]

Dextyr can't help but laugh at the events unfolding around him. The antics of the strange Half-Orc are undoubtedly amusing.
Hmmm I wonder if he intends on portraying himself as a fool to throw his adversaries off guard, or is it that his 'Mama' dropped him on his head when he was a little one.

Tonk walks over to Dextyr.

"Hello! You have...(ah)..." He pantomines strumming a lute and makes musical noises. "You are music man, no? You know many good song? My mama, she sing song to me when I little. It go like this..."

Hush, little baby. Hide in the trees.
When victim come, you chop off his knees.
When he fall down, you hit him in head.
Do it twice more. Make sure he is dead.
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A wistful, subdued smile. "Oh, Mama." Sigh. "My mama, she good mama."

He waves at a nearby chair. "Is okay I sit here?"

Dextyr laughs aloud as Tonk sings his song. In response to Tonks question Dextyr replies "Oh by all means have a seat, and welcome to the Hanged Man Inn. That was quite the, er, interesting song. Was your mother a songwriter by trade or was someone else responsible for that little rhyme. I have to say, it is quite catchy." Dextyr finishes off with a chuckle.


As the chest beating escaltes between Tonk and Blade, Dextyr prepares for the inevitable and follows the group outside to watch the evnt unfold.

"At least now we have a bit of excitement" Dextyr comments to Tristan as Blade and Tonk exchange punches.

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Ken, I can't help it..everytime Tonk speaks I read the words hearing them with Borat's accent. I can't stop laughing. You've made my day!
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[Reklaw]

[sblock=Borat]lmao... I keep thinking the same thing... Keep seeing the ad for his new movie, Bruno on TV too...[/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

While the others are focused on the "fight" outside, two burly Daunton guards carry a small burden between them. Its a burlap sack that contains something that is struggling, though ineffectively, between them. When they get to the front of the Hanged Man, they unceremoniously dump their package at the entrance.

There! An' don't be causing trouble for his Lordship again! The two pat themselves on the back, a job well done, and then wander off to wherever guards go when they are not needed or wanted.

The bag squirms for a moment, then out pops a small goblin male. He has a bluish-white tinge to the normal green goblin tint, and his hair is shot with white. He shakes his little fist at the back of the departing guards.

Yeah, well, uh, you suck! The goblin sulks at his poor rejoinder.

Picking himself up, the goblin looks around a notes with some pleasure that he's at the Hanged Man. Rushing in, he runs directly up to the bar and speaks excitedly to the barkeep. One cannot help to note the little arcs of electricity that flicker about the gob in his excitements.

Hey, you! Dang't looking for the Captain! You know, Cap Azreal!?! His orc and big and captainy? He neeeed his good luck charm? See him, huh, huh?

The bartender sighs and casually mentioned that someone with that description sailed off with a shady looking crew quite some time ago. Dang't, a little less excited, slumps then takes a seat. He then begins occupying himself by humming a low sea shanty.