Wizards!

[Andon]

Eating. I've got time for eating. And thyme, of course. These people need the glorious taste of thyme!

[xJammer]

... the sound of wood knocking on the walls of the tunnel... the marsh corners of the rocks and the wet stains along the uneven floor.. Agrippa was running out of breath and strength as the humid and thick air surrounded him... The mahogany stand was still out of reach, elusively present right behind the next corner, magic driving it's innards and soul driving it's will... Agrippa cursed himself as he was trying to gain more speed, to finally get a hold of his creation... his beloved... irresistible stand... With a loud crack he slipped on another marsh patch and fell face down on the rocky floor, luckily leaving his nose and majority of his teeth intact... As he scrambled together and passed another corner, the tunnel opened up and led to a burning bright daylight in the middle of the desert... crowds were surrounding and cheering around him as he walked along the stone podium.. his clothes wet and dirty after the tunnel marathon... Confused, Agrippa guiltily looks around, feeling as if he did not deserve all of the cheer.. and then he realises  that it is not him that they cheer for, but a person tied to a cross at the tip of the podium.. a giant, twice the size of the human was smashing the victim to blood with a enormous inflatable fist toy, sending loud cracks in the air each time it hit the bare skin on the back and the buttocks..

After especially loud crack, Agrippa woke up with strong headache, nearly suffocated in the cupboard, as the doors were apparently quite airtight... He heard yet another crack, and then cheering and laughter outside, as well as someone's weeping moan.. Recalling his immediate desire and task, Agrippa quickly checked the wizard's room only to find it empty and then quickly skimmed down the stairs to the outside to find,  to his relief, the wizards seated at the festive. His eyes spotted poor Vernicent among them and, recalling his grudge, Agrippa dedicates himself to follow the wizard wherever he goes, determined that he knows of mahogany but does not wish to tell... Agrippa also looks around to check what people are wearing in the crowds and tries to steal/sneak/beg something similar as well as look for a mask if any is available..

[Idanmel]

[ooc - Is this 1on1 fighting or is this group fighting?]

[Solarflux]

R'rud was sent to the city of Yang by the wizards council. He has done everything he can to help the wizards during his stay in the city. R'rud will not forget who betrayed him by agreeing to the flogging. Not only will the wizards council hear of this very unbecoming behaviour, he considers this a personal score to settle.

[notjarvis]

Uther's finely tuned senses notices the drinking.

He puts his arm around R'rud and declares "Hope that didn't hurt too much melad, I worked damn hard trying to make him go gentle".

Sensing an opportunity to tell his tale of woe to a new audience, Uther starts steering R'rud towards somewhere they can get alcohol (i.e. the peasants) "So the college of mages sent you did they, they can be real bastards you know? I was best in my class but they screwed me over....."

[Solarflux]

Really Uther? With a giant wooden paddle perhaps? Let's drink.

[notjarvis]

Really Uther? With a giant wooden paddle perhaps?

"Worse.

Far, far far Worse.


They impugned my Honour! Called me a cheat! A blaggart! a Liar!
'Uther the untrue' they called me!
Such injustices a man should not suffer! The stain on my honour will last a generation! And cannot be ever undone.
They ruined my life. Yet I manfully suffer them. Those bastards will not grind me down.
I'm only on this quest because one of them tricked me! I'll show them! I'll come back a champion, with more power than any of them!"<continues in this vein for about 5 minutes>


Regardless of the fact it is still morning, Uther finds someone who will serve a drink and asks for two glasses of the strongest alcohol available for him and r'rud, before slumping down sitting next to some peasants (he picks the ones engaged in the most animated conversation). He looks incredibly melancholy though.

[Memento]

Sign me up for a fighting match, if it is 1v1 as Mordin asks.

(I think my combat stats are a little out of date, after the last level up and assigning the points)

[Solarflux]

Thanks for trying to defend me Uther. Your loyalty will be remembered. I sympathise with you. Has Fenlander told you about my magic skills yet? Might come in handy one day.

R'rud turns to the nearest peasant. So, did you enjoy the show?

[Drakon]

[quote=&quot;Idanmel&quot;]
[ooc - Is this 1on1 fighting or is this group fighting?]
[/quote]

1v1

[Memento]

So, Mordin, you also interested in entering a match? I could probably lend you my staff for it. And probably if you ask nicely, Fendlander will lend you his helm... Your magic cast on yourself might make you a formidable foe and any help I could afford you by 'Learn'ing from your opponents would make you even more scary.

That is of course, if the match winds up being you vs me, as I also intend on entering. If that is the case, may the Drake people here have mercy on our souls.

[xJammer]

Agrippa, seeing as his target is trying to enter the tournament, decides to find a nearby grave and raise himself a zombie, which he then promptly dresses up in the clothes that he found as well as the mask (himself  changing back into original outfit). Afterwards he escorts his newfound friend to the tournament and attempts to get him an entry (Agrippa himself doesnt want to fight, he learned how to handle puppets for the very reason that he did not enjoy doing the things himself...)

[Idanmel]

Vernicent, I'm too much of a wimp to enter the fighting, but I'll try to hide and heal you without anybody noticing if needed.

[Raveen]

I could have sworn that I replied yesterday.

I enter the fighting

[Drakon]

Andronicus participates in the cooking and eating (but mostly eating) fair, enjoying the various local cuisines, adding thyme to everything he finds, enjoying the food and merriment of those around him. He is later joined by Uther and a very raw-looking R'rud, but all seems lost as they chug down the local beveage and started dancing on the table for all to see.

Andronicus burped. Loudly and in slow motion.

Checked your combat stats, Memento. Seem to be correct to me. Except for the dual wield penalty which I'll remove when I get the chance.

Verincent fancies himself a good fight and signs up for the fighting tournament. Fenlander joins as well. Little did they know the slightly oozing fellow next to them with the lady's underwear was a pawn of Agrippa, who is still pursuing the mahogany.

Mordin can't heal you guys without being seen doing it so if he wants he can do the next best thing... volunteer to be the tournament's healer.

All told six people join. You each sign forms that basically say if you die... no one will press charges or any of that frilly nonsense. Verincent comes up against a huge mountain of a man with a broadsword.. he does not seem to take kindly to armor, only wearing a loincloth.

Agrippa's zombie takes on a young peasant man. Wondering what he got himself into. And Fenlander faces a strangely beautiful and lithe local girl with a sleek sword belted at her curvy waist. She winks seductively.

The first fight commences! Verincent, what are you doing?

You can go either way, from detailed complete with tactics and contingency plans, to simple (I hit the guy with my staff).