The Sudden Approach of Unexplainable Power: IC

[Nonlethal Force]

"I tell you what," Badrick replies as he notes that the waitress is approaching. His pace of speech quickens as he npds slightly in her direction. "I'll pay you 100 gold up front and 200 when you be coming back with proof that your mission has been completed. I'll be doubling it to six hundred - total, that is - if you find information that leads to the freeing of our cap'ain. And I'm sure he'll be more than generous at avoiding an undeserved noose at innept hands. Anything of value you be finding that isn't involved in our case will of course be yours no questions asked."

Tiergar leans forward and for a brute of a man shows decent concern. "And we'd rather the orcs stay unharmed - or at least not be killed. The less damage to them implies they be ready to inflict more damage on the forked-tongued Severin Tauroni's shipping company."

As the waitress approaches, it looks like Aekalos will have a bit of time to state a quick reply should he desire before the waitress arrives.

 

[unleashed]

“You’ve got a deal, gentlemen, and I’ll try to leave the orcs as I found them...I’ve no particular dislike for them, if they don’t cause me trouble,” Aekalos declares, before grinning at the waitress as she approaches.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

When the waitress returns to the table, she comes back with 4 ale. As is her custom - and the custom of nearly every waitress on the floor - she manages to set the ale on the table by keeping her legs completely straight and only bending at the waist. It causes her already short skit to rise dangerous high - but still just low enough to leave everything up to the imagination. Of course it also means she bends over the table and intentionally gives the men a strong wiff of her perfume and a not so bashful look at her cleavage. Again, though, it is just enough to leave most to the imagination. As she leans over, she is quite careful to make it obvious she isn't going to catch anyone with roving eyes.

"So, hun," she adds, looking to the young Drakontos, "I've already got you down for an ale and am still waiting to ... prove you're a big man." She winks at Aekalos. "Are you gonna place a bet tonight?"

Before Aekalos can reply, Merrick interrupts, "Betting be his responsibility - but I'll be picking up his tab for the ales tonight."

 

[unleashed]

Aekalos glances at her cleavage as he inhales her perfume, his grin broadening a little as she teases him again. Nodding his head towards Merrick in thanks for the courtesy, he takes two blue quartz from his pouch and says with a wink, “Not that betting determines that or anything, but yes I’d like to put twenty gold on George, if you’d be so kind, my dear.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

She writes down the bet with a smile and turns to Merrick. The apparent leader of the three handwaves her off. Badrick looks at her and says "I wouldn't mind giving the table something to root for in rivalry, so I think I'll be betting that George is gonna lose. Give me twenty on Terre."

"Aye, I'll take twenty on Terre as well. Stiffen the pot for our friend here, making the pay-off as big as possible for him!" Tiergar smiles broadly as he laughs at his words.

Once the waitress is gone and the men admire her leaving, Merrick replies, "Very good, then. I imagine I don't need to enforce the idea that time is of the essence? I hope to be buiying our good cap'ain a bit of time by staying in town with so many men. We watch the gallows around the clock - my men and I. There be some there now. But the quicker you go and come back the better it'll go for him."

 

[unleashed]

“Of course not, I’ll be as quick as I can,” Aekalos confirms, “To a speedy search and a favourable result,” he adds, lifting his ale in salute, before taking a healthy draught.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The trio smile and eagerly lift their ale to the air in response to Aekalos.

Tiergar smiles. "I think we've had enough business for the night. Aekalos, I say we enjoy some fighting the rest of the night."

He turns to Merrick and adds, "Surely the cap'ain would not want any of us to miss a few good fights and a chance to increase our wealth through some legalized bouts." Merrick only smiles at the suggestion.

 

[unleashed]

“Well, I’d best make the most of it then, as I won’t even be in the city for a while after tonight...I only just arrived too,” Aekalos offers with a wry smile, placing his ale back on the table after taking a second swallow, an eye to the fight that’s about to start.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

While the sea dogs and Aekalos look on, the fight begins to take shape. Just before the fight begins, the announcer yells out, "All betting has been finished! The final odds come in at George 40% and Terre 50%."

A few men grumble and heckle at the announcer - and yell at him to get out of the way and let the bludgeoning begin. The man quickly leaves and George and Terre take to the ring.

There is no umpire or referee. It is an honor fight in which using weapons and leaving the ring is highly frowned upon. The fight begins evenly, with George and Terre simply standing tall and trading body shots.

Terre manages to get a lucky blow across George's face and lands a solid blw, breaking Goerge's nose. Blood and spit spray across the crowd opposite Aekalos. While George takes a minute to wipe blood out of his eyes, Terre turns around in a roundhouse kick and strikes directly against George's stomach. George leaps back against the ropes as he tries to recover his wind.

The roundhouse kick only seems to inspire George. As Terre comes in and looks to deal the finishing blow, George leaps to his feet and catches Terre unaware. George's fist flies upward and strikes the bottom of Terre's jaw. Blood runs down Terre's chin as the blow causes him to bite off a corner of his own tongue. George plants a few body shots of his own before Terre can compose himself. The body shots knock Terre more and more off-balance until he trips and lands on his back. George lifts his foot in a mighty stomp, but Terre rolls out of the way only a second before George's foot lands right where his ribcage used to be.

As Terre rolls out of the way, he grabs George's ankle and pulls him down to the ground. Instantly Terre is on top of him, trapping George's wrists under his knees while stranddling across George's chest. Terre lands blow after blow across George's face as it bloddies. Terre slows his assault once he realizes that George has been knocked unconscious and no longer struggling against the blows.

Terre rises, and he is declared the winner. About two-thirds of the betting population seem pleased with the outcome.

Tiergar turns to Aekalos and smiles. "Tough luck first time out, kid."

[Sblock=OOC]Game rolls:

35% initial odds.

d20 rolls: 15,8. Thus, Odds shift from 35+15-8 = 42% which is 40% on George, 50% on Terre.

d% roll is 62. Terre is declared the victor.[/Sblock]

 

[unleashed]

“A pity, but tougher on George than me... after all, I’ve only lost a little money,” Aekalos chuckles with a rueful shake of his head, “I certainly won’t be going in there myself after that display though... even if they could find someone who’s a more equal match for me.”