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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 18:33:22 GMT -5
Lars smiles. He is standing next to her table. "I get to see this large man get into two fight in the same day. I am Lars Liddle, by the way."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 18:39:20 GMT -5
"Which one? They are both far too big for the small brains they carry," Danya replied. "I am Ryanne."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 18:42:32 GMT -5
Lars laughs a bit too hard at her statement, and reddens a bit when he catches the laugh. "The bigger one. Durran doesn't always get into fights like this, he is just rowdy when he is into his cups."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 18:50:56 GMT -5
"He shouldn't drink then," Danya replied, turning her eyes away from the Liddle and observing the almost-fight. Any moment now.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 18:55:14 GMT -5
"Yes well convincing him that would take a smarter man than I" Lars replies, taking a sip of his ale and looking to the fight as well. Hoping his friend wins it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 15:42:38 GMT -5
Danya observed the "fight". When it was over she sighed and finished her drink. "This place has suddenly become oppressive," She said to Lars as she rose. "Good day," She added, leaving the tavern.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 9, 2012 15:49:57 GMT -5
Ivan stood looking coldly at inconcious man... After a moment he looked at the crowd around him and went back to his rooms
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 9, 2012 18:41:11 GMT -5
Lars nodded to Danya as he combed back his hair with his hands. He was staring over at the now unconscious Durran. Lars was half frustrated Durran got into the fight and half worried for the large clansman.
He walked over and put one of Durran's arms over his shoulders and dragged him out of the tavern.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 14:45:33 GMT -5
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Jory walked into the bar. His frustration and anger due to his inaction was at a maximum. Sleeping had done him no good, he needed to beat up someone, and it was going to be here, this afternoon, in this shitty tavern. Adopting a fake drunken stagger, he yelled at an actual wine-sodden man in the room. "Hey! Hey you! You cheated me at dice this morning, you did! You pox-ridden son of a whore!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 14:48:10 GMT -5
The man grins at him. "So I did, and then I gave your mother the pox too." His voice is slurred, but he is big and angry-looking.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 14:56:53 GMT -5
He 'drunkenly' shuffled towards the man. "I'm going to beat the pus out of your stupid, ugly face."
He lifted his fists, trying to appear incompetent and unsteady. When the man came at him, he would severely underestimate him, and Jory would have the element of surprise, not having taken a drop of liquid. He inwardly readied himself.
"Come fight me if you dare, craven."
Unarmed Combat (70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:13:01 GMT -5
"No one calls Andre Hill craven. I am ANGRY, not craven!" The huge westerman picks up the patron next to him and throws him at Jory.
Roll total: 117
The shocked drunnk slams into Jory, knocking him into another table and spilling a good dozen or so drinks. The men who were drinking at that table all stand up and start fighting, some on the knocked down Jory, others rushing the gigantic Westerman...and one kicking the unfortunate man used as a projectile.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 15:15:06 GMT -5
OOC: For things like this, Jory's fighting style is generally more dodging-oriented. Can I roll agility?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:18:22 GMT -5
No, that's why I make a roll. Otherwise it'd be trying to dodge every hit.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 15:22:54 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, okay.
Jory swore loudly, than tried to stand up amongst all the tumult, fending off punches and kicks as he did.
Unarmed Combat (70)
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