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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 16, 2019 13:11:30 GMT -8
"I don't think I really did much," Ravarie admits as she looks over to Dorias.
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Post by Rax on Mar 16, 2019 16:51:21 GMT -8
"You sell yourself short, my lady. It seemed to me that your insects did their fair share in putting down our foes, and the blessings of your tribal spirit strengthened our arms and bolstered our courage. And even if none of that were true, your presence alone was an inspiration to me," Dorias assures her.
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Post by Snacs on Mar 17, 2019 8:57:06 GMT -8
Runt seems unbothered by the many pokes and prods the Sligs had given him, nor the audience as they jeer. His stubby wings clap and flutter dismissively as he steps over his most recently bested foes and gathers his weapons. Companionably, he pats the Kender on the back as they return through the arena's gates.
"Mmm. Crowd boo, means did job good and quick yes?" He chortles deep in his throat like gravel in a barrel, still warm and flush from the high of battle.
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Post by Daos on Mar 17, 2019 12:28:17 GMT -8
The party returns to 'the pit' where Bolbus is waiting for them. "Looks like you are all in one piece," he comments. "Surprised you had such a hard time against them, to be honest. The cold weather can get to you if you aren't prepared for it. Also, looks like one of the sligs died. Senyip, their master, isn't too happy 'bout that. But they were only sligs, after all. Still, the crowd seemed to get a real kick out of it. Maybe Teakettle's on to the something, and people do want to see more blood. In any case, you've given the rest of the masters something to talk about, I'm sure."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 17, 2019 13:23:52 GMT -8
Ravarie avoids rolling her eyes at Dorias' pretty words, as she would call it. "Tribal spirit?" she asks in confusion. Though, she doesn't get the chance to really question the man on what he meant by those words as her attention is drawn to Bolbus. "Well, she was on to something about making them insanely mad."
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Post by Snacs on Mar 17, 2019 18:46:43 GMT -8
Runt's tone is deadpan once he's in front of Bolbus, losing it's cheerful edge for studious obedience.
"Mmm. Senyip get better sligs then yes? Runt does job."His head dips in supplication. He didn't really mean it of course. Bolbus kept him because he won and he was cheap to feed and just different enough and obedient enough to not warrant being liquidated, and they both knew it. |
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Post by Ezeze on Mar 18, 2019 4:20:16 GMT -8
"I didn't suggest more blood" Teakettle objects.
"I suggested some juggling, or a play, or something worked into the fights."
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Post by Daos on Mar 18, 2019 12:08:11 GMT -8
"No, that sounds boring," Bolbus remarks. "But maybe some flashier magic. The insect thing was a nice touch. Maybe we can work with that." He scratches at his chin a bit, then shakes his head. "Come on, let's get you all back to your room. I have some ideas I need to share with the other masters."
The party is escorted back to their 'lounge' and after locking them in, Bolbus departs.
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Post by Ezeze on Mar 18, 2019 12:20:51 GMT -8
Teakettle walks along beside Bolbus while he 'escorts' them back to their 'lounge.'
She totally innocently, and without really meaning too, rummages in his pockets to see if he has anything interesting enough to occupy her through the coming (undoubtedly boring) afternoon.
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Post by Daos on Mar 19, 2019 12:04:17 GMT -8
Unfortunately, Bolbus notices Teakettle's hand and slaps it away. "Try that again, and you'll lose a finger," he warns before departing.
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Teakettle makes a Pick Pockets check [PP 45%] (1d100): 97, fail and caught.
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Post by Rax on Mar 19, 2019 14:14:19 GMT -8
With Bulbos gone, Dorias turns to the others. "Well, I for one have no interest in shedding more blood in these barbaric games, but I fear we're on a slippery slope after today's match. Whatever surprise Bulbos and the other slavers may come up with to please the audience will likely be unpleasant for us. We should turn our thoughts to how we might get out of here as soon as possible."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 19, 2019 15:49:13 GMT -8
"Flashier magic?" Ravarie mutters to herself. She ponders as to what Bolbus might have up his sleeves, so to speak, for a few moments before she looks to Dorias as tries to make herself comfortable again in their little lounge. "We won't be able to get out of here without outside help."
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Post by Ezeze on Mar 20, 2019 6:19:36 GMT -8
"What got him so upset?" Teakettle wonders as Bolbus wanders away.
"You know, just a half hour ago you were all 'noooo, don't pick the lock, Teakettle! We'd be on the run forever!'"
She flops down on the comfiest part of the rug.
"Just get your Lady Friend to send us some lockpicks."
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Post by Snacs on Mar 20, 2019 6:24:36 GMT -8
"Mm. Always more blood." The Draconian rumbled in a low, distracted tone. The Baaz took up position sprawled across one of the couches with a sigh. One large, baleful rose eye regarded first Ravarie, then Dorias.
"Though better if not ours, yes?" He added languidly, stretching until the unfortunate furniture under him creaked. He busied himself cleaning a claw of dried Slig, grumbling a bit at the acrid taste and smell. "sharp-ears will have a hard time hiding yes? Mm not just out, but away."The Draconian counted off claw-tips as he talked. "Mm escape Bulbos, lots of ogres. Find food. Mm need horse for smaller legs than Runt. Need to know where to go once escape. Ogres not kind to runaway yes? Mm easy coin to give back to Bulbos." He chuffs, his short tail thwapping itself insistently against the couch.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 20, 2019 9:22:12 GMT -8
“Escape is good,” Grognak says, checking his body for wounds. “Reunite with pack. Miss everyone.”
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