MEETUP: Boxing
SUMMARY: A boxing match! And a declaration of love! Rhyn, Morgan, Darius, Sevanon, Yelrona (organizer)
The night is chilly, damp, and foggy, and the full moon is barely visible. Fortunately the Arena is well-lit by mana lamps. A small audience has gathered, and a large Angorite reads the rules. (http://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php/Martial_arts_competition)
"We have two competitors to start the evening! IN THIS CORNER is Suirad! And IN THIS CORNER... Darius! Shake hands, boys, and come out fighting!"
A bell rings.
Morgan takes a seat close to the ring, to her side is a large bag of popcorn that she is sharing with any one next to her.
GAME: Rhyn accepts a meet and will arrive momentarily.
Rhyn has arrived.
Darius walks in from the tunnel on the left, for once not wearing armor or any coverings at all, in fact the only protection he wears is a leather loincloth that protects his unmentionables from harm and from view. His hands and feet are mostly bare, but have a wrap of cloth tightly wound over the fingers and palm and toes and balls of his feet. Darius cracks his neck and steps into the circle and looks down at the entrance of the other tunnel, awaiting his opponent.
AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! Well, what there is of it.
Sevanon stops in at this arena in order to come watch some people fight each other. He sits down in one of the bleachers, in order to get a good look!
It is not someone named 'Suirad' that comes down the fighter's ring, but rather a woman that is instantly recognizable for her long crimson hair which is done up currently to keep it out of her face and from being a tool for someone with few morals to use as a weapon. She's wearing light leather clothing and scowls at her opponent. "My name is RHYN." She's talking to both the announcer and to Darius whom she flashes her teeth at. "Funny to run into /you/ again."
Morgan says looking them over "Who will take the bet of one silver on Darius?"
Darius sees who comes instead and narrows his eyes and says, "Oh great... you again..." although it's a bit half-hearted. He's a little conflicted by this, this whole thing came about because of a glance (not to mention goading by Dax), and really a stupid reason to fight. He stretches and then says, "Rhyn was it? At least I know your name now..."
"Not that I know yours." She points this out with a baleful arch of her eyebrow. "You know honestly if you weren't such a blazing..." She launches into a few well-placed curses. "I'd say let's be friendly about this aye? But as it is... So long as I get one good punch into this brawl it's going to be SO worth it."
"Oh, wow," Sevanon murmurs, leaning forward. He brings a clay jar filled with plum wine from a distant land to his lips as he watches the challenge take place. Siiiiiiiiiip.
"A change of plans!" the Angorite shouts. "Suirad will step aside in favor of the new challenger, Rhyn!"
Darius points a finger at Rhyn, "The name is Darius, and we'll see if you get that punch..." and returns the curses. The heat in them is there, but clearly he's really conflicted, and probably not the best thing in a fight like this. He then says, "Tell you what... this fight ends our little feud, aye? So why not make a wager on it between ourselves... are you game?"
Rhyn seems to take the curses in surprisngly good measure considering everything. But there's clear anger in her eyes waiting to be loosed. "Depends on what the wager is oh-mighty King of Putrescence."
Morgan sighs as she watches them banter "gad would they fight or fuck to get that over with."
Darius stands then, ready but not in a fighting stance, and says, "You pick the stakes, I owe you that much for the bar, and an apology." He says then formally, "I said some things I'm not proud of, maybe the fact that I was and still am attracted you, got into my head too much. So I'm sorry..."
"Hurry up and punch him!" Sevanon shouts, stamping his foot in the stands. "Go go, hurry! Do it!"
Rhyn seems stymied by the apology, the admission, and the second apology. She huffs out a noise and shakes her head. "This is why I wear a cloak all damn day." She puts up her fists and motions with one hand. "Come on then. I'll apologize after I've had a chance to kick your ass. Stakes are for losers."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ATTENTION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yelrona has dropped a TIMESTOP!
Please +init, then cease all roleplay and actions immediately and wait for Yelrona to instruct you further. You may earn RPP by logging a scene for a GM.
For in-combat commands, type: +thelp.
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GAME: Yelrona advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 13.
It is now Rhyn's turn! Darius is next!
GAME: Rhyn RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP
GAME: Rhyn rolls 1d20+3+2: (9)+3+2: 14
GAME: Rhyn rolls 1d3+1: (2)+1: 3
GAME: Darius rolls attack0: (6)+attack0: 6
GAME: Darius rolls weapon0: (13)+7: 20
GAME: Darius rolls damage0: aliased to 1D3+4: (3)+4: 7
Though she motioned for him to come forward Rhyn moves in the moment she sees him start to move. She quickly proves she's faster on her feet, knocking him with a solid punch that makes her grin.
But Darius isn't unused to events like these, so although she manages to rock his head back slightly, he was ready and lauches a right cross counter that she didn't quite see coming. It hits her and hurts her maybe slightly more than she did him.
GAME: Yelrona advances the initiative order.
Round One - Init 5.
It is now Darius' turn! Rhyn is next!
GAME: Darius rolls weapon0: (18)+7: 25
GAME: Darius rolls damage0: aliased to 1D3+4: (1)+4: 5
GAME: Rhyn rolls 1d20+3: (5)+3: 8
Rhyn takes another blow, thumbing her split lip and trying to hit him again, but his quickswing has her missing her counter.
Morgan woots as Darius hits Rhyn two times and then she says to the guy next to her "you better have that silver."
Sevanon sits back and sips his exotic plum wine. "I mean, it's kind of exciting," he says to no one in particular. "But is it art?" This is a serious question, which he is pondering. Siiiiiiip.
Morgan leans over to sevanon and says "no this is a bar room brawl level. Now if you want art in fighting watch monks fight."
"I've never seen that, though I've heard rumors about them," Sevanon replies to Morgan. "Those who perfect their bodies into artful weapons, vehicles of enlightenment, all of that. Ceinara does not approve of monks among her followers for some reason, though." Cursed alignment restrictions!
GAME: NEW ROUND!
Yelrona advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 13.
It is now Rhyn's turn! Darius is next!
GAME: Rhyn rolls 1d20+3+2: (16)+3+2: 21
GAME: Rhyn rolls 1d3+1+2: (1)+1+2: 4
Morgan nods and says "they have a thing called Kata, its where they do the fighting moves in a dance form I think you would love it."
GAME: Darius rolls weapon0: (8)+7: 15
GAME: Darius rolls damage0: aliased to 1D3+4: (3)+4: 7
GAME: Yelrona advances the initiative order.
Round Two - Init 5.
It is now Darius' turn! Rhyn is next!
Doesn't seem to care that she's been hit, she just sweeps back in with another punch. There's a lot of blood on her now though. Bloodied lip, a black eye, and knuckles skinned from punching.
GAME: Darius rolls weapon0: (15)+7: 22
GAME: Darius rolls damage0: aliased to 1D3+4: (3)+4: 7
GAME: Rhyn ends her rage.
GAME: Yelrona removes the timestop.
Timestop by Yelrona has left.
Darius is also bloodied, but he's just quick enough that he is able to get hard counters against her, finally he steps back a pace, and launches a haymaker that knocks Rhyn out. The instant she's down and counted out, Darius shoves the ref aside, reaches down to grab her hand and help her up to her feet. He pants, "Well fought... you have my respect, another round or two and it might be me on the ground instead."
Sevanon winces as Darius finally strikes the final blow, and Rhys goes down. He casts a side-eye down at the arena, and comments, "For someone so enamored of that maiden, he sure knocked the sense out of her." Siiiiip.
"You always hurt the ones you love," observes an older spectator sitting nearby. "They're the ones in range."
Rhyn pushes his helping hands aside and stands of her own volition, shaking her head to clear it of the darkness and stars. "I knew you'd win, but it was still worth it." She meets his eyes for a brief moment with her own stormy ones and shakes her head again, moving away from him. "Sorry I let my temper get the best of me before." With that she turns and walks away.
Morgan nods agreaing with Sevanon "I hope thats not how they say they love each other."
"I know right?" Sevanon replies to Morgan. "They'd better not have kids."
Morgan follows up with "Hate to see what happens when some one burns the stew."
"I know there's a lot of weird races and magic and stuff out there," the old man observes, "but I'm pretty sure that's NOT how ya make kids."
Darius sighs then, watching her go, and frowns. At least he knows her name now, that's something at least, he hears some of the comments from the peanut gallery and turns and gives them a GLARE. He shrugs off the ref who comes to raise his hand in victory and mutters, "Not helping here..." He turns and walks to his own tunnel to get changed back into his gear and to head to the stands himself to watch.
"Oh, come on guy," Sevanon says as he notes Darius' glare. "You're both so cute together!"
Morgan follows up with Sevanon "Oh can you two stnd next to each other so we can get a painter for this moment?"
Rhyn says nothing as she enters the stands as a spectator, but her eyes speak volumes now that she's armed again. Promising a quick death with her warhammer or bow.
"Better yet," Sevanon says, dropping the empty wine pot and rounding on Morgan. "I bet my summon could beat yours, Wizard!"
Darius also armed and similarily armored heads towards Rhyn and says, "Can I at least buy you a drink from the tavern? Or are you going to kill me for asking?" He asks carefully, eyeing her weaponry.
Morgan shakes her head "the only summon monster I know is of the fourth circle of spells. they would destroy the ring."
"I'm not going to kill you for asking." She glances back at him and settles down in the seats with a wary, slightly angry expression. Her cloak is back on as well, hood pulled up around her face. Finally she turns to face him and stares him down. "Why do you want to buy me a drink anyway? I have money."
Darius balances on the balls of his feet and says, "Because..." he scratches his head and says, "Look, I'm attracted to you, I know you're probably not... buying you a drink is... well... my way of trying to get to know you better..." He trails off then.