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Post by Game Master on Mar 4, 2008 4:07:25 GMT -5
Gorcheck was bored. He cracked his neck for the fourth time in as many minutes. It had been a rough morning at the Drunken Griffin. Truth was everyone was behaving themselves and he was itching for a fight. He hadn't had to kick anyone out today and it was really getting on his nerves. Most people in Garrotten looked down on Gorcheck because he was an Orc slave belonging to Ishmeal the Griffin's owner. He didn't care though because while most slaves were beaten, starved and overworked Gorcheck got to pummel humans, and elves and dwarves and all the other disgusting races anytime they stepped out of line. This was his realm. His arena and he was king of the day shift. The orc bouncer sighed. Even Pith and Jun were behavin themselves today. Wouldn't anyone start some trouble?
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Post by homeskillet on Mar 4, 2008 21:25:53 GMT -5
As if on cue a table in the corner topples over. A full pint of ale splashes messily upon the floor spraying everywhere. The table was visibly broken as the chair the patron was sitting on. As for the patron, it looked to be an intoxicated dwarf, but that was the best Gorcheck could make out. The patrons next to the dwarf, a couple of elven nobles or merchants were appalled by getting this dwarf's Ogre Ale upon them. Ogre Ale is pretty nasty stuff. Not only is it the most potent of liquor, but it also has chunks of meat and curd in it. To top off the disturbance there is a yakking sound as the dwarf unleashes the contents of his stomach upon the floor. The stench carries itself throughout the bar even Gorcheck get a whiff from the door. The elves leave( of course) as another 5 follow. This disturbance is a little too much for the place.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 7, 2008 3:51:52 GMT -5
The tall ebony skinned man at the bar stool was named Nii-Braz. He had just reached Garrotten today to stake his claim in the near by mountain to mine for gold. As soon as his village got wind that the area surrounding a dwarven mine was now open to claim stakers he had gathered his meager belongings and headed north. He hated dwarfs and found the situation in Garrotten allowed him a chance to get some payback against the tunnel dwellers. Nii-Braz was just taking his second gulp of ale when some foul smelling dwarf puked chunks into his mug. Turning around, eyes blazing he snarled and flexed his meaty arms and chest. "I'll mop the floor with your beard you mangy gulley!"
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Post by homeskillet on Mar 8, 2008 11:18:15 GMT -5
"JUS A MEN' IT TREE!" The dwarf, obscured in shadow pushes himself up and releases another wave of foulness on to the floor. What ever it is this guy eats, it doesn't smell right coming out. The dwarf reaches inside his pants and pulls out a small bag. He opens it, reaches inside and plucks out something he holds between his thumb and index finger. Everyone who is watching swears he pulls out a flower with a pretty yellow bud, but know one can be for sure. He balances himself on his knees and the other hand plucks the flower from the plant. He smashes it in his fingers and with a loud SNORT he inhales it. He exhales, with a satisfied breath and begins chewing on what was left of the plant. Only those with the best of hearing could hear him mumble,"Better," as he rises up to face Nii-Braz.
The funny thing about this little guy, is no one really remembers seeing him come in. Even the ever vigilant Gorcheck can't remember exactly what he looks like. The bar maid who helped the dwarf had no idea of the significance of the dwarf's unusual appearance, she just thought he was another stranger passing through.
The dwarf reaches toward the back of his chair and bringing to light his weapon, a well crafted 2 handed Axe, that stood almost 7' tall. The dwarf himself is pretty tall, for a dwarf, standing at 5'1". He is all muscle and surprisingly fit for a dwarf. His beard is long, mangy and dirty. It is a fiery red color as was his Mohawk. The dwarf is dressed in animal hides. His bare arms covered in sleeves of tattooed art that seemed to have no theme. His eyes are wild and his face is red. He doesn't look to be sick anymore," YOU SEE, ME AN AXE, WEEZ GOOD AT CHOPIN' DOWN TREES!" He explains," NOW IT'S TIME TA LEARN, GRUB THE FOUL IS NO ONE TA MESS WITH WHEN HE SICK!"
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Post by Game Master on Mar 9, 2008 2:06:48 GMT -5
Gorcheck looked stunned when the dwarf pulled out the polearm like axe. "Where in the hell?" he barked. He checked all weapons at the door. Did he doze off? How had that gotten by him. No way Ishmeal wasn't going to be upset over this. Gorcheck had to disarm that dwarf and quick. While the Southerner and the dwarf sized eachother up Gorcheck ran at the dwarf and made a leap for the poleaxe. Not the brightest thing to do but brave. Gorcheck liked looking brave for a crowd.
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Post by homeskillet on Mar 10, 2008 23:23:31 GMT -5
Grub noticed the look of shock on Nii-Braz's face when he took his fighting stance, he also noticed Nii-Braz was without weapon. No honor in that! " HERE HOLD THIS!" Grub barked as he tossed his axe at Gorcheck, not really paying attention to the orc's speed or leap. It was as if he wasn't aware that the orc was already upon him. He just tosses the axe in his direction and moves toward Nii-Braz. Grub cracks his knuckles and neck, walking up to the large man," WELL, YOU WANNA DO THIS OR WHAT?"
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Post by Game Master on Mar 17, 2008 3:53:30 GMT -5
Gorcheck catches the poleaxe in mid-leap as if it was all planed that way. Tucking into a roll he tumbles to a stop on the floor against the bar. 'Well, that was easy.' he mumbled.
The giant Nii-Braz charges Grub with his anvil sized arms outstretched to grapple the dwarf in a bear hug. The dwarf stood there unmoving with a look of total unconcern on his face. Nii-Braz crashed into the dwarf locking his arms around him in a vice like grip. 'Well, that was easy.' the ebony man thought.
Meanwhile Pith and Jun quickly downed their drinks and looked at each other mischievously. "BAR FIGHT" cries Jun while throwing his now empty pewter mug wildly into the room. It cracks a human farmer upside the head who stumbles of of his stool. His mug in turn fumbles from his hand and hits another patron, this time a wood elven trapper who lashes out at a dwarf miner who he mistakes for the offender. Soon the entire Griffin is in an uproarish free for all. Pith setting his now empty mug down on the bar reaches out and pilfers a coin-purse off an unsuspecting wench while she pulls the hair of an overweight page. 'Well, that was easy.' the halfling laughed merrily.
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Post by homeskillet on Mar 23, 2008 2:09:24 GMT -5
The only way to properly set this up is to remind you all of a TV show long gone. Grub, even though far removed in time and space to us embodies an imagery we should all be aware of. In our past, there was a show called Three's Company. This was a quirky show where two girls and a one man lived together as "roommates". The only reason this was acceptable during these times, was if they convinced their homophobic landlord that the man was a homosexual, but we know all of this. It is Grub who looks toward no one particular and smiles. A broad smile. While grub is being squeezed by this large human. Yes Grub, unconsciously connects with this "Landlord" character from our Three's Company. We remember him as Mr. Roper. Do you remember? Well Mr Roper had a snappy wit. We all remember the way Mr Roper would crack a smile at us when he gave his newest insult of the week to the tenants and his wife. It was a classic maneuver where he would smile at the audience and Grub is a master at it. Grub flashes his smile and then brings the top of his forehead crashing down upon Nii-Braz's nose. The crack and crunch could be heard over the crowd as Grub's head connected with the large Southerner's face. Grub lifted his head up laughing, with a blob of red and as he felt Nii-Braz's grip loosen he forced," Well, that was easy."
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Post by Game Master on Mar 27, 2008 0:34:33 GMT -5
Nii-Braz staggered back with his nose broken. He blinked away the spots before his eyes and grinned. It wasn't the first time his nose had been snapped and it probably wouldn't be the last. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy? he thought. Taking a different approach, Nii-Braz picked up the closest table and broke the three legged wood disk over the dwarf's head.
Pith's laughter came to an abrupt halt when he spied Jun on the other side of the tavern being hoisted into the air by a bronzed skinned, female, human warrior of astounding proportions. Pith debated on helping his dim witted friend or serenading the bronze goddess. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy? he spoke aloud to himself.
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Post by homeskillet on Mar 27, 2008 0:46:37 GMT -5
SMASH! Nii-Braz's different approach seemed to do the trick. He covers his diminutive opponent with the table, splitting it upon his head. All that could be seen was the obnoxious dwarf's hand, motionless. As all chaos breaks loose around him, Nii-Braz swears he hears...singing?
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Post by Game Master on Mar 27, 2008 0:59:17 GMT -5
Gorcheck got to his feet still holding onto the dwarf's poleaxe. The wickedly large blade seemed to keep the patrons from harassing the bouncer. The Tavern was in shambles. Unconscious patrons lay everywhere including the drunken dwarf that started everything. A midget, no a halfling was being tossed back and forth between an Amazon and a big fellow in leathers. the words "HALFLING TOSS!" could be heard chanted by more then one person. Suddenly every halfling was in danger. There went another and another. Only Pith seemed able to avoid a good toss as he danced from table top to table top singing the while. Things were spinning out of control. Gorcheck ginned evilly. "Just another day at the Griffin."
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Post by Game Master on Mar 29, 2008 0:31:39 GMT -5
Jun smiled as he was tossed back and forth. "Nothing like a good toss to get the blood pumping. Thats what I always say." he commented while in mid-air. Jun had a birds eye view of the Tavern but do to his uncontrolled flight his perspective continued to change. He saw a red headed wench biting a lumberjacks arm. Now a dwarf minor and elf woodsman duking it out on top of the bar. Another hobbit waving at Jun as they passed one another in the air, a skinny human man crawling underneath a table only to have it flattened on him by an overweight dwarf women. Over in a corner, two ancient, old men threw punches at each other but neither of them could make a connection. What was that? Pith singing a serenade to the amazon woman? What a charmer Pith was. thought Jun.
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Post by homeskillet on Apr 3, 2008 23:35:28 GMT -5
Gorcheck found himself completely enthralled by the song over by the bar. The sweet melody, sung to perfection captivated him. It took him away, to a more free time when the women of his village reeked with love. He would fight like mad just to be chosen for the chance to feel the painful, pleasures of mating, literally. Suddenly he felt the poleaxe slip from his hands. Did he drop it? He looked straight ahead and saw the weapon hobbling away. Instinctively he looked down and realized Grub was up and charging at Nii-Braz. " AIN'T OVER TREE!" Grub moved quite swift for a dwarf. This couldn't be good.
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Post by Game Master on Apr 29, 2008 3:03:57 GMT -5
Nii-Braz had just finished laying out a gold miner when he heard the word tree being shouted. Turning around he saw the crazed drunken dwarf charging him with a poleaxe. Nii-Braz held up his empty hands defensively while backing away. A brawl was one thing but he wasn't ready to die over a ruined drink.
Pith was just finishing the final note of his serenade when a chair came flying through the air. The oak stool crashed into his new found beloveds head with a loud CRACK! She slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Pith cringed at the site. "Oh well." he sighed. Twasn't meant to be. He thought. Jumping down off the table the halfling deafly side stepped two huge, burly men duking it out, hopped over an unconscious elf and dived betwixt the legs of a running human to land next to the now unconscious barbarian woman. Rummaging through her belt purse he palmed ten crowns and removed a silver topaz encrusted ring from her finger. "I'll treasure it always my love." he crooned dramatically before chuckling and putting the goods in his own pouch. "Now to find Jun and get out of here." he spoke to himself as he stood up.
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Post by homeskillet on Apr 29, 2008 9:41:47 GMT -5
Grub, realizing there is no honor in fighting an unarmed foe with a poleaxe tosses the weapon at Nii-Braz's hands as he body blocked the warrior. Grub slams his broad shoulder onto Nii-Braz's pelvis, dropping the giant hard to the ground. Nii-Braz let out all of his air with the scream that follows the pain of being hit in such a sensitive place.
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