As you leave the guild, enroute to Kalvo's place, you hear a bustle in the
marketplace of the mercantile district. A strange furry creature is drinking
 from the public fountain.

[Private to Haere Atu; Arvak agardener; Oly; Danos: this will be your next thread]

Danos, hoping the new chapter title isn't directed at him, attempts to blend into the crowd and get a better look at the creature causing the commotion.

14:50, Today: Danos rolled 8 using 3d6. stealth 18.

Oly separates to the other side likewise blending in...



13:04, Today: Oly rolled 12 using 3d6. Disappear in the crowd.
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The creature holds a large spear in his left hand and is scooping up large handfuls of water with his right hand, spilling more than makes it to his mouth, and his scant clothing, little more than a loin cloth, some pouches, and a curious collection of sticks hung about him, leaves little doubt that he is indeed a he.  After a few more minutes of this he turns aside from the fountain and removes the last shred of doubt by relieving himself on a nearby statue.


[Private to GM: Not that well it would seem ....

15:44, Today: Secret Roll: Haere Atu rolled 14 using 3d6. Perception @13  how well is he keeping tabs on the crowd? ]

Drawing the short straw, I walk to the inner edge of the crowd near the beast and get the attention of someone in the crowd
"I'm new here, is this normal or is that bad?"

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 5):

Um... You ARE the short straw ;-)


Oly works to the front as well, and judges this is a foreigner who is out of place -
D'you zpeak any of da common languagez? He asks the Barbarian

Visibly startled by the sudden voice nearby the creature turns suddenly toward the speaker, unfortunately without ceasing his previous activity.  "Speak good.  Who you small man?"

I am Oly... and if zmall... I am kinds quick too. Zo whad do you need here?



19:14, Today: Oly rolled 8 using 3d6. Dodge.
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The 'small straw' :-) makes his way over to be within assistance range of Oly if things go poorly.

In reply to Oly (msg # 8):

Having recovered from his startle and finished the task at hand the creature replies.

"No need.  Come see big place, big men.  You not big."

As it appears that danger is not imminent, Danos exits the crowd and joins his companions.

"Greetings, traveler. If you're quite done waving that spear of yours at the whole of the market, we'd like to know what brings you here."

"You talk fancy, not listen.  Come see big place, big men."

Da big men are not big like you ... dey are big in whad dey condrol... Kinda like Chiefs. (Assuming he knows what a chief is)

Danos raises a bright blue eyebrow in concern, but nods in agreement and follows the beast-man to wherever he is trying to lead.

"Yes.  Big place.  Big men.  Do big things.  You do big things?"

"I just beat a man who is twice my size in a sword fight with only the flats of my blade. Would you consider that big?

"Why you fight?  He take mate?  You take mate?"

Oly chuckles... No, he dake buzinezz

"What buz-in-ezz?  You eat buz-in-ezz?  Taste good?  Have some?  Trade?"

The creature reaches in a pouch and takes out some dried ... something and holds it up.

You have much do learn aboud our wayz... we drade in coinz of medal ... wid dem you can buy moz' dingz.

"No eat metal.  Taste bad.  Good for spear.  What is buz-in-ezz?"

"Don't worry yourself with that, it's not important now. If you're not interested, I'll hold on to any metal we come across and handle it all for you.

"Now where are these big men you keep referring to?"

"Me not know big men.  Me here in big place are big men do big things.  Me come see if what me hear is so.  Place is big.  No see big men.  No see big things."

"Ah, well all right. We were on our way to a fruit merchant, and possibly then to see someone who deals in exotic woods afterwards. I don't know if that's 'big' enough for you, but you're welcome to join us."
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"Fruit taste good.  Me follow."

Follow me den...

Oly heads off for the fruit stalls.

In reply to Oly (msg # 26):

The merchant's district. South of little Shevnia, home of fountain squares,
Guild halls and inns, money changers, and the fruit and meat markets.
Most foods, and some imported goods may be found here. (Locally manufactured
 goods can be found to the west in the Artisan's district.)

We start looking for Peaches and anyone making fruit wood items.

The creature points at some more odd looking fruits and shows a big grin.  "Good to eat.  Good for mate."  He picks one up and looks it over carefully and then stares directly down at the seller.  "What trade?"

[Private to GM: 12:53, Today: Secret Roll: Haere Atu rolled 10 using 3d6. Recognize tasty foods from woodlands - Survivor @16 +/-.
Just having fun and seeing what sort of reactions he can spark.]

"Please do not try to mate with any of the fruit." Danos mutters.

"No mate with fruit.  Need hands for mate."

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 31):

A nervous merchant looks at Haere as he tries to trade what might be a dead
Toad for an apple.  Haere seems excited about the apples, some hen of the
woods mushrooms, and a miller's wife who is bending to hoist a bag of flour.
It is late for peaches, but you do see someone selling dried fruit and pots
of  preserves who might know where peach stones and fruitwoods might go.

Uh Big Guy... Don' dink he wanz dad... led me gid id fer you...

Oly slips the merchant a copper.  Diz iz wad de medal iz fer

"Thank you.  Where get more metal?"

Yer welcome... godda work fer more medal.. lodz o different dings you can do do ged zum.

I look very amused by the entire situation. "This is going to be fun." I motion for everyone to follow me toward the dried fruit vendor.
"Let's show our new friend how things work around here."

"What work?  Where work?"

Danos follows Arvak to the fruit vendor, but keeps enough distance in case there's an altercation and he feels it necessary to duck away into the crowd.

"Not doing work, how they work. Well, I mean... not work but... work... it's..."
I compose myself for a moment after a vexed sigh.
"I meant it's how we do things around here. How trading usually goes and such."

"Work not thing?"

My amusement has faded. "Maybe this won't be as fun as I thought..." I mumble to myself.
I'm a normal volume I say "Just watch and learn."
Now to the vendor I say "Good day! We seek peach pits, and maybe some peach wood. Do you happen to know where we could find some?"

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 41):

The vendor scratches his head and eyes the motley crew suspiciously.
"I dumped all the stones when I was cutting the fruit, but if you want
fruitwood, see Guillame over in the street of the carvers, over in the
Artisinal district."

Dankz fer da help!

Oly leads off for the Artisans district.

In reply to Oly (msg # 43):

The artisinal district is slightly west and south of the Adventurer's guild,
And is home to leatherworkers, smiths, armorers, craftsmen and a few
alchemists, glassblowers and weavers.  Some have shops, others have stalls,
and a few spread their wares on the ground in the square.

Area Knowledge: Northport or Scrounging to find what you need here

In reply to Narrator (msg # 44):

Oly leads anyone willing to follow over to this district.



15:38, Today: Oly rolled 9 using 3d6. Scrounging. Made it comfortably.

Danos follows Oly's lead through the Artisan district.

I opt to follow a friend, given how last time we split up went.

In reply to Danos (msg # 46):

You find Guillaime's stall, where he sells ornamental and practice weapons
sold to bourgeois children practicing sword fighting. Some are cherry wood,
some maple, some oak, and some may be peach.

The creature begins picking up the various weapons sniffing and licking each of them in turn.

[Private to GM: Can he tell which ones are peach?  Can't decide if he would know that particular word at broken. I figure he knows his wood, but not necessarily what folk here call it.

19:22, Today: Haere Atu rolled 13 using 3d6. Scrounging@17.]

In reply to Narrator (msg # 48):

Mazder Guilliame, would you happen do have a zword made of peach wood? Idz impordanad id iz Peach...

Danos chuckles as he looks over the artisan's wares. "I'm sure my old companions from the mountains are having a good laugh at me know. I left to live in a human city so that I wouldn't need to learn their lessons about the wilds, and now I need to identify types of wood. I'm sure they could do this all blind, but I am useless."

In reply to Danos (msg # 51):

The woodcarver glares at Haere tasting his wares, and says gaurdedly,
"I might have a few. What's it to you?"

We should like do buy one before he decidez do bide one az a znack.

He nods toward Harry.

Danos speaks to the artisan. "Yes, our employer has sent us here to purchase a gift for a guest that he is expecting. This guest comes from the north where little in the way of fruit grows, and so our employer thought that a peach-wood sword for the man's son would be a fitting gift. He was quite particular that it be peach.

"We're hoping that you have some for sale, and that we could purchase one for a reasonable price. What say you?"

Danos tries to negotiate a price, but is not familiar with the usual prices of peachwood weapons.

09:06, Today: Danos rolled 16 using 3d6. Merchant 12.

In reply to Danos (msg # 54):

Guillame looks at the quality of dress of the group and tilts his head.
"I have a peachwood practice blade here for $50, but I am certain your guest
Would appreciate the coloring on this cherrywood item her. I could not let it
 go for less than $80.

Danos smiles uneasily and tries to smooth down some of the corners of the clothes he's slept in for the past three nights.

"Thank you, if you give us a moment to confer, I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

Danos pulls the group away from the stall and says.

"I can offer $20, if you can cover the other $30. We can forget the cherrywood, I think."

Nodding, I give $20 to Danos.

Gi'me a momend...


11:30, Today: Oly rolled 9 using 3d6. Smuggling Knowledge. Made it comfortably - I am assuming a smuggler has to know item values to do business ... so he has merchant type skills.

Mazder Guillaume, I dink we zaid id hadda be peach... no cherry... and I dink we can do a bedder deal for da zword...  I'd bed you have lezz an $20 in id... zo leds say $30 for da peachwood one... an I ged me big buddy oud a here ... an if'n id ain Peach an dey is upsed ... den we come back an you'll be upsed... you unnzdand I am zure.
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The creature takes the blade the merchant indicated and gives it another sniff and taste, then takes some rather sparkly tumbled stones out of his pouch and holds them out to the merchant.  "Trade stick?"

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 59):

Careful Harry... you could easily over pay with those...

OOC:  Is the merchant reacting?

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 61):

"Not trade stick for pebbles, no. And I am rethinking my initial pricing of fifty," he says eyeing Oly.

Oly Nods and softens his tone ... I am zure we can come do a mudually agreeable and fair price ... I ain'd dryin' do pud you ouda buzinezz.

Danos starts to worry that the deal will sour, and speaks up.

"Oly, if you have ten then let's just buy this and be on our way."

"Sticks for stones good deal.  Not find pretty stones here.  Sticks easy.  Tasty stick trees grow there."  The creature points to the south.

I have the fundz, but would like a fair price...I ain' no rich guy... I dink $50 iz a bid hi...

In reply to Oly (msg # 66):

Guilliame shrugs. "Carving the wood and polishing it is all the same, but some wood costs me
more than others. I still think my prices are fair, for the quality."

Oly gives Danos an ugly look and hands him the $10 in coin.

Danos hands the money to the artisan and then hands the practice sword to Arvak.

As they are walking away, Danos speaks to Oly.

"Thank you. When we're done with this job let's head back here and rob that man blind."

Oly snorts ... No, he is just being a merchant ... he would have come down, but you gave him cause not to budge.

"Why want stick?"

"We will use this to turn people into fools. I will defeat a few people using this and a regular sword, but with luck as the tale spreads, the regular sword part will be left out. Speaking of" turning to Danos and Oly "I believe we are about ready to pick a fight, right?" with an edge of eagerness in his voice.

"Yes, finally! Let's see if we can't track down the whereabouts of this skinchanger and make a fool of him."

"See big things now?"

"Watch what happens and you tell us if it's big. Instead of finding him, how's about we just go to Kalvo and I call out all his fighters. I'll beat the shape changer in turn, and just use the practice sword on everyone, that's even worse than using the flats."

You god zum overconfidence I dink.

In reply to Oly (msg # 76):

"I don't mean fight then all at once, but the man I've dealt with already was no trouble at all. If he was any kind of standard, I will be fine. Danos, you saw how it went down, what's your opinion? "

"What shape changer?  Is Kahu Kiri? Skin cloak?"

"That might be right. Basically he can change into an animal, is that similar to a Kahu Kiri?"

"Kahu Kiri big bad. Kahu Kiri kill.  Wear skin.  Looks like kill."

"I think we could try calling out one of the fighters, but committing to fight all of them before we have more information seems rash. That said Arvak, you are a far better swordsman than I am, so it's your call."

A thought strikes Danos.

"Oly, you robbed Kalvo, correct? Is there anything about him that you remember from shadowing him that could give Arvak a clue about his chances? If we call out the fighters we're sure to draw their leader's attention and I'd rather not bring any trouble down on our heads until we're ready for him."

"Kalvo is Kahu Kiri?  We kill yes?"

Ummm ... ummm I just am drawing a blank for some reason... [rolling an 18 does this]

Sighing I relent "The less surprises the better I guess... And Kalvo is just a man, not a Kahu Kiri. So who's next on the list? Maybe that hand to hand expert?

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 85):

Having watched this exchange with amusement, Madeline answers.
"Kaheela is very rigid in her ways, Arvak, and easily offended. I
think this new friend of yours here would be good against Throg, who is a bit like him if you know what I mean."
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At the sound of her unexpected voice the creature whips around, the tip of his spear a hair's breadth away from the chest of the newcomer when he stops short.

"Who you not mate?  What want?"  Before she can answer he steps back and says to his companions.  "Not mates danger. Smart.  Tangled"

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 87):

Madeline pushes the spar away from her with one brass knuckled hand.

"You really ought to watch where you pouint that, and no I am not
here to mate."

"Woah Harry! You are a bit jumpy." I move to be nearly between them "We don't need to be that high sprung in the city. I think we have everyone covered now, yes? I'll let our new buddy here" attempting to pat Harry on the shoulder but it's kind of an awkward fore arm pat due to the height difference "have some fun with Throg if he is up to it..?"

"Who Throg?  What Throg up to?  Throg in tree?  Me climb good."

I sign before I explain. "Slow down buddy. Throg is not in a tree. Throg is a man, a barbarian, who needs to be beaten in combat but not killed or seriously injured. Do you like to fight? Can you fight someone without killing them?"

"Me no fight.  Me hunt.  Me hunt me kill."

"Should we see if we can find Kaheela? Or call her out through Kalvo? That way we might be able to get some more info on Kalvo while setting up our fight."

In reply to Danos (msg # 93):

"I tracked her down, while you guys were... making new friends.  She is staying at rooms in little Shevnia, in a place with a private courtyard where she can practice her forms."

In reply to Madeline (msg # 94):

I dink Kalvo ztaayz dere do... I wadched id fer a while de udder day.

"Alright, it would seem that the rest at once may be the best option. And since Harry is a bit too kill happy, I think it'll be me the whole way, right?"

I don' dink dadz wize... one ad da dime iz zmarder.

"Ok, but I may have to do Kalvo and Kaheela together if they are at the same place. Only the shifter and barbarian may be out, any idea where they are? I sweep a look over everyone as I ask.

I did na' see eider.

In reply to Oly (msg # 99):

"I can take n Kaheela as long as she stays distracted. If you have
Mooritth and Kalvo, and our new frend takes Throg, then we are good to go.
 I just have to send a message to Kaheela to show up. Danos, could you do
the honors? . I will tell ou the address."
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Danos smirks.

"I would be happy to. Haere, do you think that just this once you could make an exception to your hunter-killer lifestyle and leave Throg alive?"

"Why me hunt Throg if no eat Throg?  Can trade Throg?  Can take Throg mate?"

Oly smiles    You can made wid hi ifn' ya like. I'm zure dad would be humiliading

"Throg not hunter?  Throg mate?  Me no hunt mate.  Me bring food to mate."

Oly shakes his head... He iz fighder.

After muttering something under my breath about how 'not everything is about mates' aloud I say, a little exasperated "Have you heard of sparring? Or done some kind of practice hunting? We want to show who is a stronger fighter, but without death."

"While this get resolves, why don't I deliver that message. Madeline, if you have the address I will deliver it to Kaheela."

Once he has the address, Danos heads in the direction of the martial artist's haunt.

In reply to Danos (msg # 107):

Danos heads deeper into little Shevnia. While the red light district is
heavily populated by diverse races and ethnicities, little Shevina has a
concentration of refugees from the neighboring Hetlands, mostly humans
with a high percentage of orcish ancestry. The citizens are slightly
paranoid, and do a good job of staying out of other people's affairs.
  The address Madeline gives you is for a rooming house that takes in
 non Shevnians, not quite a rarity, but definately a lower income
circumstance, an only a destitute or ostracized Shevnian would live away from
their own.  The inkeeper eyes you suspiciously, but more for your simple
foriegness than your elven blood.

Knowing he is out of place, Danos does not attempt to pretend to belong. He approaches the innkeeper and places some coins onto the counter, coins he liberated from a craftsman's pocket on his way here. If Danos sees a cask, he will order a beer and then say:

"Good day sir, I have a message to deliver and I'm told the woman I seek can be found here. Do you know her? She's supposed to be a trained fighter of some skill with her bare hands."

10:21, Today: Danos rolled 14 using 3d6. Pickpocket 16.

"What sparring?  What practice?  What words mean?  Me want mate me show me strong, scare hunters, no need kill hunters."



[Private to GM: Harry just has no clue in the big city - this rate of perception failures is getting silly.
10:57, Today: Secret Roll: Haere Atu rolled 15 using 3d6. Perception @13 - hearing Arvak. ]

Do you drow dad zpear?

"What drow?  Show."  The creature holds out his spear to Oly.

OOC:  Harry has trouble with your accent

Pronouncing it slowly and accompanying speech with overhead spear chucking motion "Tha-row, throw, not drow. And I think we may be on the same page with scaring another hunter. I'll go first, if you can follow, then great! If you do well, people will know. Maybe a mate might hear about it..."

an' my poind iz dad he had'a make lods a' prectize drows before he could drow 'is zpear well.

"Ah yes, I see the point now! Translation: How did you become a good hunter Harry? Through training and practice, on something easier I'd guess. This is a practice fight, no killing."
Then looking to Oly "Was that a ok translation?"

Oly Nods yes ... Godda deach 'im da language.

Pointing at Arvak "Me small small throw stick in round.  Me small like him me hunt small beast with old hunter.  No kill small beast, no eat.  Me get more big, hunt more big beast.  No kill, no eat.  No throw spear at not food beast not hunter beast."

Bud learn do Hund ... Dads Pracdice!

"Practice when hunt kill small beast before hunt kill big beast?  Me hunt kill small throg?  Eat small throg?  You say big throg not food.  Why practice hunt kill small throg?  Small throg food?"

Oly just shakes his head... Hund small beazd...nod kill... bud learn do hund big beazd an' kill for food. Pracdize hunding.

"Fighting between hunters happens, yes?"

"Hunters fight for mate.  For eat first."

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 122):

"As a child, if one of the gatherers brought food, and another boy grabbed the piece of food you wanted, would you fight him to eat first?"

"Me big strong me take food.  He big strong he take food. "

"What would you do if I pushed you? Would we then fight to the death?"

"You no te iwi ngahere.  You te iwi whakarewa.  Te iwi whakarewa hunt kill te iwi ngahere long time.  You hunt me me kill you.  You not kill me."


[Private to GM: Harry is calling these folk metal people, as opposed to forest people - his kind. I figure more "civilized" races have killed his kind in the past and he is not inclined to take chances.]

"Well I'm out of ways to explain the concept, so if anyone else can, go us. If not, I'll prepare for three fights back to back."

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 124):

Meanwhile, Danos has made his way to the inner courtyard of the foreigner's
 inn in Little Shevnia. A southern Valdassyan woman with ritual scars is
exercising with a staff in the yard. After making a couple of steps and
flourishing her staff, she pauses with an open palm facing downward and the staff balanced along her forearm.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 01:00, Sun 08 Feb 2015.

After having gotten directions from the innkeeper, Danos is happy to have found his quarry.

"Greetings. You must be the warrior Kaheela that I seek. I have been sent to issue a challenge to you. Another warrior, by the name of Madeline, wishes to meet you in combat. She hopes that an arrangement can be made quickly.

"How would you like to respond?"

In reply to Danos (msg # 129):

The woman continues to hold her pose, then moves swiftly to smash her foot
through a stout staff planted in the yard, which shatters to flinders.

Smoothly, she recovers her stance.
"I accept this challenge. She and I were scheduled to fight last week
 when the gendarmes interrupted our match."

"Excellent! When would you be ready? I suspect Madeline is eager to settle this since it has been delayed once already."

In reply to Danos (msg # 131):

"I have completed my morning routine, and am ready. I would be pleased
not to fight here, as I have an understanding with the innkeeper about my
practices, but do not with to bring outside troubles to my home. It would
also please if it were not a location to involve the tiresome gendarmes."

"If you are ready, then why don't you follow me back? I have some enterprising acquaintances who I'm sure could find a quiet place to host the fight for a few select gamblers, small enough and with short enough notice the gendarmes won't even hear of it until it's well over."

Danos moves to leave the inn, secretly thankful that he is not scheduled to fight the fearsome martial artist.

In reply to Danos (msg # 133):

Kaheela acquieses and follows you back to the others.

Once back, Danos presents Kaheela to Madeline.

"Hello! I have brought back the fighter with me. I thought that we could arrange a fight in one of the areas nearby, perhaps in a small courtyard where those betting could oversee the fight?"

Danos starts looking at possible locations and considers ways he can distract or interfere with Kaheela during the fight without being noticed.

Oly leans over close to Haere ... Maybe Made wid her? zhe iz kinds pretty, no?

"No te iwi ngahere"

Oly nods ... Yeah! I guezz zo.

"You take for mate?"

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 139):

"I have taken a vow of chastity, and am no one's mate."

Oly tries some philosophy.
Chazdidy zeemz a wazde ... we were nod pud here do be chazde.

In reply to Oly (msg # 141):

"It is our natural state. We are not born mid-rut."

Oly snorts... No, bud becauze of id

While Kaheela and Oly speak, Danos sneaks out to go find out if Madeline is ready to fight.

"Madeline, I may be able to distract her with an illusion or two during the fight. I'll try to pick the correct moments."

In reply to Danos (msg # 144):

"Brilliant!"

"So are you ready for the fight? Do you or Vilgar know of a place nearby that won't immediately attract attention of the authorities? Or should I try and scout one out?"

In reply to Danos (msg # 144):

"Vilgar just bought a place, but they are emptying it out. How about in Kalvo's practice yard?"

"Good idea."

Danos returns to Kaheela. "I'm told that Kalvo has a practice yard. Would it be possible for us to host the fight there?"

In a whisper to Oly "If we're heading to Kalvo anyways should I take care of him now, or do you think I need to save him for last?"

Play id by ear... I mighd do zum poking aroun' mezelf.

I give a nod. "If I get the chance I'll be a distraction for you."

In reply to Danos (msg # 144):

"I would fight there."

"Excellent!"

Once everyone is ready, Danos follows them to Kalvo's training yard. He regrets giving Kaheela the home-turf advantage, but he is sure that he can work out a distraction.

During the trip, he takes the time to discreetly confer with Oly and Arvak. "Let me know if you have any plans that you'd like me to help with. If we can get some of the others in Kalvo's crew, we might be done this job faster than expected."


EDIT: OOC: Whoa, post 6666. That's... a good omen I hope?
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OOC:  Can we have a description of the practice yard we are in?

OOC: Fingers crossed!

I relay the bit about Oly snooping and me possibly distracting then add
"and I'm down to fight anyone on Kalvo's crew who's there. Also, heckling Kaheela may throw her off and give an advantage."

"Great! If I can, I'm going to try and sneak into the ring before the fight starts. If I can get a moment alone, I'll try and lay an illusion trap for her as well. If it works, I'm hoping it would throw her off."

In reply to Danos (msg # 156):

OOC: I should be able to post a n arena map by tomorrow

Once in the Yard, Oly begins to covertly explore windows, doors and establish how the inside of the building is likely laid out.



19:19, Today: Oly rolled 11 using 3d6. IQ.  Made it.
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When Danos arrives in the yard, he quickly moves across the whole field. As he wanders, he keeps an eye on what everyone else is doing. When he thinks he has a second when no one is observing him, he quickly casts a spell on the ground - an illusion that, for the moment, replicates what the ground looks like.

Once cast, Danos finds a safe spot from which to observe the fight and concentrates on maintaining the illusion.

[Private to Narrator: FP: 09/11
]
09:10, Today: Danos rolled 11 using 3d6. Stealth 18.
09:11, Today: Danos rolled 10 using 3d6. Complex Illusion 11.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 157):

OOC:  Looking at the arena map, are there roofs or walls Harry can climb up on?

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 160):

The building is two stories high. There are several doors, and barred windows
 facing the courtyard.  A rough looking fellow  is beating at a target on a
wooden post in the far corner with a spiked mace, and calls out as he sees
you enter.
  "Kalvo, we got visitors!
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Oly stays in the crowd as they enter hen looks for a place to become inconspicuous.

Harry looks around for a good vantage point then climbs up to the roof of the practice yard buildings where he sits on his haunches and watches.  While sitting he appears to be picking things out of his fur and putting them in his mouth.

[Private to GM: 11:59, Today: Secret Roll: Haere Atu rolled 6 using 3d6. Climbing @18 to the top of the building. ]

I wait next to Maddie, waiting to catch a look at Kalvo.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 164):

"Give me some space, Bonguerre. I have some sparring to do."

OOC: For whom are we waiting?

Madeline/Narrator I think.

In reply to Oly (msg # 167):

"Whatever. As long as I can watch."

In reply to Pierre (msg # 168):

"Let's do this thing!"
Madeline clutches her brass knuckles and squares off with Kaheela.

Kalvo and a few others are standing in the doorway. Kalvo is limping slightly.

OOC: sorry about the wait, the page refreshed and marked all as read.

Danos sits from his perch, doing his best not to show that maintaining his hidden spell is tiring him.

He watches carefully and waits for Kaheela to step near the area he had made an illusion.

Cost to maintain the illusion 1FP/minute.

Oly watches Kalvo... he keeps glancing at the fight, but his interest is in Kalvo and those with him.




13:48, Today: Oly rolled 11 using 3d6. Perception. Made it
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In reply to Oly (msg # 171):

Kaheela and Madeline trade exploratory blows, and Madeline gets a few good hits in. Kaheela braces herself in a way Danos has seen before, but barely
holds the form before trying to strike, and misses.

Oly can see the faint outlines of a bandage on Kalvo's lower left thigh.

Danos begins to worry for Madeline. He wants to warn her about the practice stroke he witnessed in the practice yard, but doesn't know of a way to do it surreptitiously and has little expertise with unarmed fighting. Finally, he decides to just shout to her:

"Watch out for that stance, Kaheela can strike with great strength afterwards!"

In reply to Danos (msg # 173):

Madeline braces her arms to parry
"Bring it!"

I keep an eye on the fight and see if there is any way I can turn this into a fight with Kalvo after this one concludes.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 175):

A slender man with a long curved sword at this side steps into the practice yard and glares at the two women fighting.

In reply to Monorith (msg # 176):

The scarred martial artist backs away from Madeline, stepping into a defensive posture and steps close to an area Danos is concentrating on.

Danos watches Kaheela as she gets closer to his trap, then glances at Madeline to see if she's in a position to strike.

Then, he changes the appearance of the illusory ground, making it look like the section of the yard is shaking and then falling into a sink hole.

Danos cancels the illusion the second Kaheela is either thrown off guard, or if she clearly is not affected by it.

In reply to Danos (msg # 178):

The martial artist notices the sudden appearance of the sinkhole, and steels
 herself, dropping into her stance.  Madeline strikes her again, disrupting
her concentration.

Harry scratches his head at the females dancing around then yells down to his new friends.  "When they start fight?"

Oly works himself around to Arvak and motions him to step back away from the crowd for a moment, ten leans over and says something to him, both then return to their locations.

[Private to Arvak Garver: Kalvo haz a bandage on hiz lower left dhigh ... an' he favorz id]
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In reply to Oly (msg # 181):

The martial artist tries her power punch again, but only succeeds in a normal strike. Madeline strikes her again, staggering her.

Danos, having done everything he can, slips over to Arvak and Oly.

"It seems to be going well - Madeline is landing hits. Did you find anything out about Kalvo?"

In reply to Danos (msg # 183):

Oly stops and speaks in Danos' ear ....


[Private to Danos: Kalvo haz a bandage on hiz lower left dhigh ... an' he favorz id]]

In reply to Danos (msg # 183):

Madeline punches Kaheela one last time after blocking a strike, and the scarred woman falls.  Madeline stoops to catch her before her head
strikes the pavement.

"Arvak, you are up."

Danos smiles in thanks to Oly, then moves to a vantage from which to watch the next fight.

Oly moves to where he can see the door and area that Kalvo is/was in. Anyone still there or watching?

I walk to the edge the clear area where the fight took place near enough to catch the attention of Kalvo and speak loudly.
"I heard that another of Kalvo's men, Osvaldo it was, was also taken down today. Seems like Kalvo's crew needs more testing today. Are there even any left to accept a challenge at this point? followed by a soft chuckle.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 188):

"I accept your challenge."

"You don't look like a barbarian, so means you must be Monorith. What are the rules of engagement?"

OOC: Is peach wood easily recognisable as such or could it pass for a 'usual' practice sword?

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 190):

"Choose your weapon, we fight until one of us surrenders or cannot
continue. I warn you, I am a master of the katana."

"Weapon?" I look him up and down, sizing him up and chuckle lightly, as if finding him wanting " I'm a dual sword fighter. How about I trade out one of my metal swords with a practice one, so I don't hurt you too much."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 192):

The odd, slender man shrugs. "As you wish. I can cut through a
wooden sword."

I walk into the fight area, and draw my swords, positioning my left side, which holds the metal sword, toward him in an effort to hide the peach wood. I breath deep and ready myself."Ready when you are."

OOC: I'm waiting with all out defense: parry.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 194):

The slender swordsman swings at Arvak, with a blow that might cut him if his parry doesn't succeed.

Standing ready, I catch his katana with my shortsword, then strike back with the peachwood aiming for his neck to give him a clear view of it. "Son of a PEACH!"


08:39, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 9 using 3d6. Short sword targeting face, effective 16. 08:37,
Today: Arvak Garver rolled 11 using 3d6. Parry effective 18 (oops).
I didn't know what to roll for damage for the practice sword.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 196):

The lycanthrope stumbles back, a look of shock and horror on his face.

[Private to Arvak Garver: as light club: shortsword damage only crushing]

Oly eyes the door and porch to see if they have cleared off of it

11:15, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage. (Crushing)

[Private to GM: Is his stumbling back his turn or do I still need to wait to swing again?]

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 199):

Monorith backs away, yowling
"Aarg! Peachwood! and throws a hand over his eyes.
[Private to Arvak Garver: proceed]

As I swing again, I yell "DO YOU SURRENDER!?" but the strike is more for show and fear than to cripple him.


18:21, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 12 using 3d6. Short sword (21).
18:22, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 3 (reduced from 7) using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 201):

The swordsman takes a knee, and reverses his grip on his sword, pointing it away from Arvak.
"I relent. Withdraw that horrid material, if you would. I cannot
bear it."

Danos grins as the fighter shies away from the practice sword.

"Why man afraid of little stick?"

I walk away and give him some space. "Three down. I doubt the mighty Kalvo himself would be any kind of a match for me."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 205):

"I'll take you on, you little turd. I am not afraid of your stick."

Kalvo nods his head to the man. A largish fellow wearing only a kilt and
boots glares with disgust at the skulking Monirith, and glances up at Haere
on the rooftop.

[Private to Oly: at the moment, Kalvo is still in one doorway looking out, but you should have an opportunity to act as soon as he engages]

"Little?? I'll show you how little I am when you are looking up at me from the floor!! Prepare yourself."
As soon as he readies himself, I will launch forward in anger and attempt to shame this man with a quick defeat.

OOC: Flurry of blows with right (wooden) sword.
10:11, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 12 using 3d6. Metal sword deceptive attack targeting leg (effective 17). Success!
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Metal sword damage.
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 8 using 3d6. Wooden Sword targeting hand (effective 17). Success!
10:13, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword hand damage.
10:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 13 using 3d6. Wooden sword targeting groin, deceptive attack (effective 16). Success!
10:13, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword groin damage.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 207):

The big man collapses, his mace dropped, and he clutches his shattered wrist
 and battered testicles, ignoring the gash accross hid torso.

In reply to Pierre (msg # 208):

The big fellow in te kilt spits at the ground.
"Throg no fight with fada. No want fight for Kalvo when all Kalvo's
People are beaten."

I kick the mace away and put a boot in a shoulder to make his back flat on the ground. "Who's small now?" I say quietly to him. Then louder to everyone. "My name is Arvak, remember it. Is there anyone left in Kalvo's crew who's 'not afraid of my stick?' Actually, is there anyone left in Kalvo's crew at all??" I'm grinning widely at the loss of one of Kalvo's healthy members.

Oly slides toward the wall sort of off to the side where he isn't obvious and watches what Kalvo and the rest do...

In reply to Oly (msg # 211):

The large man glares at the barbarian.
"Are you my man still, Throg? If you will not fight this one,
 would you fight that one?"

He points up toward Haere.

When Harry sees Throg emerge he smiles broadly and shouts "Pukepuke! Te iwi pukepuke" before jumping down from the building.  "He no whakarewa he pukepuke."

Seeing this display from Harry I move so the fighting area is open for him,
"Maybe he will fight for us."

Danos hears Arvak, and mutters back: "Do you think he'll stop fighting when Throg is beaten, though?"
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In reply to Danos (msg # 215):

The barbarian over at Haere  and spits on his palms before wiping them together.
"Ahau e haere mai ahau mo koutou , te tangata i nga maunga , e koe huruhuru kararehe"
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I shrug "If needed, I'll jump in and stop him. They seen to be able to communicate though, so maybe it'll be fine."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 217):

the hill man thumps his chest with an open hand.
"Ko ahau te tangata o te iwi pukepuke , i ahau kahore waa; mo te wairangi"

[Private to Hitomi: I  am a man of the hills, and I have no time for fools]
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Harry grins and twirls his spear before stepping forward with his spear in a staff grip.

OOC:  Evaluate

While he watches the hill man the bantering continues.

"I whaea maturuturu i koe i whanau titiro koe ranei rite ki taua?"

[Private to GM: Did mother drop you or were you born looking like that?]

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 220):

The hillman smiles.
"Maturuturu iho ana aku whaea ki ahau , a ka hinga ahau ki roto ki tou whaea."

[Private to Haere Atu: My mother dropped me and I fell on your mother]

"Ko whakamārama i te tohu.  Ko ia e mura"

[Private to GM: That explains the scars.  She was fierce.]

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 222):

The hillman breaks into a smile.
"Ka taea e kite ahau i te wahi whiwhi koutou o koutou titiro .
Ko te wahine kaha tou whaea."

[Private to Haere Atu: I can see where you got your looks. Your mother is a strong woman]


OOC: We will wrap this up soon guys, thanks for your patience

OOC:  Sorry for the weekend delay.

No te aha te whawhai? Ko ahau hiakai. Hea tatou i te kai?

[Private to GM: Why fight?  I am hungry.  Where we get food?]

What is Kalvo and crew doing?

In reply to Oly (msg # 225):

The hillman breaks into a grin, and thumps Harre on his shoulder.
"Let us eat and drink, and leave these fools behind."
He looks pointedly at Kalvo, and gives the man his back.

In reply to Throg (msg # 226):

Not many conscious members of the bald man's stable of fighters remain.
Kalvo steps into the yard, and draws his sword, and glares at Arvak.
 " This attack is too well orchestrated for me not to know
the hand behind it. Come little man, I have a message for your master."

[Private to Oly; Danos: the entry to the upper left that Kalvo exited from is vacant, and eyes are on Haere, Throg, Kalvo and Arvak]
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Oly takes the chance and slips in to see what he might find.

Danos looks to Oly with a bright blue eyebrow raised, then grins and disappears into the crowd.

09:20, Today: Danos rolled 7 using 3d6. Stealth 18.

[Private to Narrator; Oly: Danos will head through the unwatched doorway.]
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Oly figures they have only a minute, maybe two... he makes a quick recon, looking for things of import or value.
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Harry turns toward Kalvo with a guttural growl.

"What you say fool-man?  No hand behind me.  No metal man master.  You eat kākano haurangi? You hunt me?  Go away.  You no look good to eat but me hungry."



[Private to GM: Crazy berry - figure there are foods that make Harry's folk drunk equivalent.]

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 231):

Throg throws an unmistakably obscene gesture toward Kalvo and gives him his
back in disgust.
"Come beast, we eat the goat and drink the mead."

Harry laughs loudly.

"Goat taste good.  Better than him.  Take to goat!"

[Private to GM: OK, now what?  Am I exiting this thread for another?  That is fine with me if you like.]

In reply to Haere Atu (msg # 231):

Haere and Throg head out to a place nearby where you can get spitroasted goat

[PRIVATE TO Haere Atu: for the moment, the theives are theiving, arvak is fighting. Rejoin in a bit.]
[PRIVATE TO Danos;Oly: go to Robbing Kalvo]

I point as Kalvo's bad leg as he walks up. "How's about your 'message' waits till you're better. I'd rather not beat a man who is already crippled.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 235):

"An old injury. If you get to live to my age, ypu might have a few
 of your own. Let us begin this thing, but with terms. If I beat you, you
fight for me."
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Sure, I'll fight for you for a year if I lose but, the fights will be reasonable. I want my reputation as a fighter in tact by the end. Same combat rules as before?
My swords are ready, still keeping the training sword in my right hand.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 237):

"Well enough, little man, you show some finesse. Let us begin."
The big bald man steps into a defensive stance, and prepares for Arvak's assault.

I grate my teeth and sneer after he says 'little man,' and rush into combar, attempting to strike at his hands with my wooden sword and his torso with my metal sword.

13:21, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 12 using 3d6. Short sword (wooden) targeting hands, deceptive (effective 15).
13:22, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 10 using 3d6. Short Sword (metal) deceptive (3x) (effective 15).
13:22, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword damage (crushing).
13:23, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 6 using 1d6+3. Metal Sword damage (cutting).

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 239):

Kalvo parries the shot to his hand, and takes the hit in his armored torso with a grunt, but swings down hard with his broadsword, cleaving into Arvak

[Private to Arvak Garver: I prerolled a parry and strike pairing, he is also a weapon master. Hit does 14 cutting on the swing]
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I barely manage to parry his blow, and strike back with both swords again.


16:40, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 16 using 3d6. Parry (16). Sucess!
16:43, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 15 using 3d6. Short sword (wooden) targeting leg, deceptive (17). Sucess!
16:43, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 10 using 3d6. Short Sword (metal) targeting arm, deceptive (2x) (effective 15). Sucess!
16:44, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 4 using 1d6+3. Wooden sword damage (crushing).
16:44, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Metal Sword damage (cutting).

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 241):

Kalvo blocks the shot to his arm, takes the hit to his leg, and swats Arvak
With the side of his blade.
[PRIVATE to Arvak Garver: parry or take 12pts]

I manage to deflect his strike, but not much else...

18:46, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 6 using 3d6. Parry (16).  Success!
18:49, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 18 using 3d6. Short sword (wooden) targeting leg, deceptive (x2) (effective 15). Critical failure!



[Private to GM: I didn't have a private message the first time he swung at me, was my parry there possible alright?
Also, I'm not sure what to do in cases of critical failure, but I figured that I wouldn't get to use my second attack after that.]

...and drops the peachwood sword
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The orc arrives just in time to see the halfling drop his sword.

Good.

Maybe now the fight will be interesting.

In reply to Grend (msg # 244):

The big man sees his moment, throws up a parry, and swings in low, cleaving
(Hopefully) under Arvak's guard.
[Private to Arvak Garver: 15 pts if you fail to parry]

I manage to deflect his blade and attempt to strike his sword hand with the flat of my blade.


20:12, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 3d6. Parry (16). Success!
20:15, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 13 using 3d6. Sword targeting hands (effective 17).  Success!
20:16, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 7 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage (using the flat) crushing.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 246):

Kalvo's wrist cracks, and too slowly, he reached for his sword as it falls.
As it clatters on the floor of the yard, Kalvo nods to Arvak.
"Well done. I should have like to work with you."

Grend claps, slowly, but doesn't actually look very impressed.

"Skirt man and hairy goatf#$&er say Kalvo pay bad." The orc folded its arms. "Is true?"

In reply to Grend (msg # 249):

"He pays room and board, and a piece of the house when we fight." says the slender man without inflection.
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"Sound pretty standard," the orc reflected. "Are fights good fights?"

In reply to Grend (msg # 251):

"Some are better than others," says the man with the
broken wrist, as he collects his sword from the ground.
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"I want fights."

In reply to Grend (msg # 253):

A woman turns to Grend and narrows her eyes.
"You might get a better deal with another fight organizer."

"Don't care about deal," Grend said. "Just who can get best fights. Promoter who sets up best fights. Best matches."

"We still may work together. Find me if you think my skill is needed and that people will know about it."
After not seeing Danos or Oly, I stay here to watch this scene unfold.

Seeing that the action is over, Grend departs, heading back to the guild.

In reply to Grend (msg # 257):

"Hey, what kind of fighting do you do?"

"As mercenary is fine. As gladiator is fine. As boxer is fine. As wrestler is fine. Fight to death, fight to knockout, fight for points, is all fine. Full contact, no contact. For sport or for real, is all fine, as long as opponent is strong."

He considered. "Only fight with fists and feet and elbows and knees, but if opponent is weak and needs knife or stick or whatever to be challenging, that okay too. Recommend they give up crutches and master the true art of fighting, but that their choice."
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In reply to Grend (msg # 259):

"Come with me to the guild, and all of you who would rather fight for
 someone who can pay you."

Grend shrugged, following the lady.

In reply to Grend (msg # 261):

Kalvo shakes his head.
"You work for the Ogre. I don't know what he has left me. See me
tomorrow if you are serious."

In reply to Kalvo Tvasi (msg # 262):

continued in several places, including
Robbing Kalvo