Post by Grumbaki on Dec 30, 2004 21:01:02 GMT
The Kraken's Gullet slid into the harbor of Raphoe, narrowly missing a smaller boat. Coarse jibes were thrown from the crew of each boat, as well as an assortment of improvised missile weapons. Sven stood on the deck, his legs spread to keep himself from wobbling. Sven grinned at the sight of the town, raised up his bottle of rotgut and chugged it down. He then stomped over to the side of the ship and threw it at the smaller one next to them, it shattered on it's hull.
"Ye wee lil' bastiches! Board us an' I'll send the lot o' ye runnin' back home wit' ye tails between ye legs!" His voice was lost in the chorus of other shouts.
The ship docked and Sven stomped off the boat and onto the dock. He glacned back at the crew of the ship and spat on the ground, he was still upset about losing over thirty gold crowns to them during the voyage, nearly all of his pay as the guard to the merchant aboard the ship. What the merchant didn't tell him though, mainly because he forgot to ask, was that while his contract ended upon coming to Raphoe, his payment didn't include the trip back home. Sven told the man where he could stick his ship and resolved to stay put where he landed, finding work there. He looked around and smiled. He muttered "I wonder if the southlanders are as soft as me was told." He had to duck as a rotten vegetable sailed over his head. It was accompanied by the laughing of a group of children. "Go back to the mountains, stuntie!" Sven's face went red with anger at the insult and took off after them. The children looked on in fright as they realised that Sven wasn't as slow as most dwarfs, in fact he was as fast as a fully grown man. Still, they knew the back ways of the city and soon lost him. Sven ended up in an alley way bellowing challenges at the quickly disapeering figures.
From down the alley came a solitary figure, twirling a knife in his hand. He turned around and saw a second man coming in from behind him, a club was held in his hand and he was tapping his other hand with it. The one who was now behind him hissed "Drop your gold, dwarf, and you won't be hurt." To their surprise Sven grinned, reveiling his missing and chipped teeth. His hands balled into fists around his knuckle dusters. With a laugh Sven launched himself forward.
Round 1:
Footpads charge. Sven charges.
Footpad 1 hits-body. 0 wounds.
Footpad 2 misses
Sven hits-right leg. 4 wounds.
Sven hits-head. 5 wounds. Footpad out of action.
Round 2:
Footpad 2 misses
Sven hits-strike to stun. Footpad stunned for three rounds.
Sven misses
Round 3:
Sven hits twice. Total of 13 wounds. Footpad out of action.
The footpad was faster than him though and met his charge, lashing out with his dagger. The dagger bit into Sven's jerkin, but did little but open up a small cut. Sven punched the man in the side of the leg and the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain; without a doubt the limb was broken. He dropped his dagger and halted his fall by holding out his hand. He fell to the ground as Sven's other fist hit him in the face, shattering his jaw and knocking out his free front teeth and the man himself. The other footpad slashed at Sven, but the dwarf moved to the side and the dagger simply scraped off his jerkin. Sven punched the man right between the legs. The man whimpered and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. Sven was laughing as he straddled the man's prone body and proceeded to punch him in the face until he was unrecognisable. Sven stood up, his fists were covered in bright red blood. A smile was spread across his face as he looked at the two prone bodies. He cackled madly as he rummaged through their bodies, taking whatever looked valuable. He held up their purses and jingled them to hear the clatter of coins hitting each other. Sven had come to a conclusion; he liked it here.
ooc: Could a gm please tell me what he finds?
"Ye wee lil' bastiches! Board us an' I'll send the lot o' ye runnin' back home wit' ye tails between ye legs!" His voice was lost in the chorus of other shouts.
The ship docked and Sven stomped off the boat and onto the dock. He glacned back at the crew of the ship and spat on the ground, he was still upset about losing over thirty gold crowns to them during the voyage, nearly all of his pay as the guard to the merchant aboard the ship. What the merchant didn't tell him though, mainly because he forgot to ask, was that while his contract ended upon coming to Raphoe, his payment didn't include the trip back home. Sven told the man where he could stick his ship and resolved to stay put where he landed, finding work there. He looked around and smiled. He muttered "I wonder if the southlanders are as soft as me was told." He had to duck as a rotten vegetable sailed over his head. It was accompanied by the laughing of a group of children. "Go back to the mountains, stuntie!" Sven's face went red with anger at the insult and took off after them. The children looked on in fright as they realised that Sven wasn't as slow as most dwarfs, in fact he was as fast as a fully grown man. Still, they knew the back ways of the city and soon lost him. Sven ended up in an alley way bellowing challenges at the quickly disapeering figures.
From down the alley came a solitary figure, twirling a knife in his hand. He turned around and saw a second man coming in from behind him, a club was held in his hand and he was tapping his other hand with it. The one who was now behind him hissed "Drop your gold, dwarf, and you won't be hurt." To their surprise Sven grinned, reveiling his missing and chipped teeth. His hands balled into fists around his knuckle dusters. With a laugh Sven launched himself forward.
Round 1:
Footpads charge. Sven charges.
Footpad 1 hits-body. 0 wounds.
Footpad 2 misses
Sven hits-right leg. 4 wounds.
Sven hits-head. 5 wounds. Footpad out of action.
Round 2:
Footpad 2 misses
Sven hits-strike to stun. Footpad stunned for three rounds.
Sven misses
Round 3:
Sven hits twice. Total of 13 wounds. Footpad out of action.
The footpad was faster than him though and met his charge, lashing out with his dagger. The dagger bit into Sven's jerkin, but did little but open up a small cut. Sven punched the man in the side of the leg and the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain; without a doubt the limb was broken. He dropped his dagger and halted his fall by holding out his hand. He fell to the ground as Sven's other fist hit him in the face, shattering his jaw and knocking out his free front teeth and the man himself. The other footpad slashed at Sven, but the dwarf moved to the side and the dagger simply scraped off his jerkin. Sven punched the man right between the legs. The man whimpered and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. Sven was laughing as he straddled the man's prone body and proceeded to punch him in the face until he was unrecognisable. Sven stood up, his fists were covered in bright red blood. A smile was spread across his face as he looked at the two prone bodies. He cackled madly as he rummaged through their bodies, taking whatever looked valuable. He held up their purses and jingled them to hear the clatter of coins hitting each other. Sven had come to a conclusion; he liked it here.
ooc: Could a gm please tell me what he finds?